After returning from my family's reunion, Shavonda seemed happier than ever. She'd met my family and kids and been accepted. The world, or at least those who mattered to us, knew we were together, and for the most part accepted our love. We were one now. Everybody expected that where one of us was, the other would be also.
We picked the kids up the next weekend. Rose wouldn't let me in her mother's house to get them. I had to stay outside on the step while they came to the door. The whole time she glared at Shavonda, who sat in the Jeep and glared back. Get over it already, Rose. You lost.
On Saturday, we took the kids to Shavonda's house. She insisted on buying them toys to play with. I tried to pay for them, but she wouldn't let me. "If these are to be my kids, too, then I want to buy them things," she said. She was in love with them. They seemed to love her, too.
In the afternoon, after taking them to Pizza Hut, we let them play in the yard while I helped Shavonda refill her bird feeders. Her yard was much bigger than mine, which had rood for a cement slab to park the car, a table, the swing set and little else. My yard was hemmed in by buildings on either side and an alley in back, space so cramped that if you were in the alley you wouldn't know I parked my car on the slab until you drove past it.
Shavonda's yard, on the other hand, was about 2 acres, with trees bordering the edges. It was a beautiful, secluded place.
That afternoon, her parents stopped in for a visit. "Hi babies," Althea cooed, upon meeting the kids.
"I ain't no baby," protested Brittany.
"Me too," echoed Ethan.
James seemed tired. He'd apparently spent most of the night before trying to track down a short in the track circuit that kept dropping a signal to red every time a train approached it. After several trains had to go into emergency brake to avoid passing it, the railroad called him out to fix it. The job couldn't wait until morning.
Althea was her usual talkative self. She relived our first meeting while James dozed in a lawn chair.
"You know, when Velma told me about you, and I came over, I was ready to kick you out. It was obvious what you two were up to. Von's bra stuffed in the couch cushions proved it. You were about to get a beat down. But when you handed me that camera and asked me to take pictures of you two, I was speechless. That's when I decided to see what you were about. No player is going to ask the mama to take pictures of him and her daughter."
"I'm here to stay. You weren't going to run me off. Leaving never crossed my mind," I said.
"I'm glad you made time for Von. She never lets on but she was so lonely before you came. You two are good for each other. You bring out the best in her."
Later, after they left, Von said to me, "I may not be around much on the weekends. We're getting into the busy season."
Shavonda and Tamika worked the Renaissance fairs during August and September. "They're a lot of fun. We go in full regalia. We have a booth there, and sell stuff from the shop. I can sell bracelets and pendants for twice what I can in the city. We're the only black wenches there, so we attract a bit of attention."
"I always wanted to go to one of those," I said.
"Well maybe, if you go in costume we can have you along. We'd need two rooms though. On second thought, that may not work. The fairs are good hookup spots, and I'm going to have my hands full with Tamika. Best not to let her have her own room."
I laughed. I could picture Tamika trying to pick up a knight or something.
The first fair would be in mid-August. From then until the end of September, Shavonda would be working the Ren Fests. I would be able to work them with her on the weekends I didn't have the kids. On the weekends I did, we decided it would be best not to have them at the fair, though I was welcome to bring them to the motel in the evenings.
That night, after we put the kids to bed, we stayed up late talking about Rose. "You notice how she sent them over in the most raggedy ass clothes she could find?" Shavonda asked.
"I did," I replied, sadly. "I'm going to buy them new clothes tomorrow."
"Make sure you keep the receipts. I don't know what kind of games she's playing, but keep a record of everything you do. I took a couple of photos of them today. I don't like her. I don't trust her."
We went upstairs to bed, and soon fell asleep. About 3:30 in the morning, Shavonda shook me awake. She was naked. "I can't stand it," she said. "I've got to have you tonight."
The kids were still asleep in the other bedroom. I checked on them then came back and peeled off my pajama bottoms. I was naked too. "Ladies choice," I whispered.
"Gimme some of that wicked tongue. Then, Ms. Von wants to ride."
I lay down beside her, and kissed my way down her body. I couldn't resist giving each nipple a nice long suck. She moaned, "Lower, baby boy. Lower." With her hands on the back of my head, she gently pushed me down into her crotch. Her juices were already flowing, and my face was instantly slick with her desire. "Ahhh. That's it. I've been wanting this all day."
I parted her chocolate lips and inserted my tongue in her groove. She picked up a pillow and buried her face in it to muffle her moans. "Mmmmff, mmmmff." She squirmed against my tongue, which only made me lick faster. I could tell she was close. I don't think I'd ever seen her this wet with this little stimulation. My hands caressed her hips as she moved to the rhythm of my tongue. I lapped her, concentrating on her moist inner folds. She tasted so good I couldn't stop, even as she stiffened and came, her scream of delight muffled in the pillow.
Pushing me away with her hands, she said, "Damn boy, what's gotten into you?" She laughed, still trying to catch her breath. She tugged on my hands, pulling me up next to her for a long, wet kiss. Her tongue slid inside my mouth, exploring.
"I love you, Jason Waite. I love that you would let me be a mother to your kids. You have no idea how much this means to me," she gushed. I had trusted her with the most important thing in my life. The kids obviously loved her. It made her happy to feel wanted. To feel needed. It evidently also made her very horny.
"Now," she said, rolling over to straddle my hips, "Mama wants to ride." She pulled her legs up under her and pushed up off the bed with her arms. She was now sitting on my lap, facing me. Reaching her hand down between my legs, she lifted her body slightly and guided my stiffness inside her. My head, at her portal, she settled down on my lap, taking me all the way inside her tight pussy in one liquid motion. She was as wet as I'd ever seen her. Bouncing in my laps, she rode me like a bronco. We both knew we weren't going to last, and we both knew it would be an explosive climax. "Jason, ooohh, ohhh, Jason," she moaned loudly in passion.