Chapter 2 Walk-in Closet (Husband)

2:50 a.m.

I looked in on my children. I had to keep a close eye on them, since they were growing boys and growing black boys were more than a hand full. They would drive you up the goddamn wall if you let them. My heart fluttered every time I watched over them. They were the spitting image of their father. I normally read them a bedtime story, but lately I did not feel like imitating Reading Rainbow, especially living with a man who was stingy with the dick. So, if I did not get any dick my sons were not getting shit! Darren slept soundly, with the Sponge Bob Square Pants blanket pulled up to his chin. He just turned eleven the other day, and he still had toys he did not open yet, despite him driving me crazy for a year and a half to buy them. I knew why he didn't open them. And I really didn't want to go there, but I had too because it still burned me up. A few months ago, I threw Darren a huge party, and I had to abruptly cancel it when I walked in on his older brother (my oldest son, Daniel) trying to have sex with my friend's daughter, Sam in Darren's walk-in bedroom closet, while Sam was kissing between Pamela's hips. I was so stunned I could not stop them initially. I leaned against the wall and pulled out my silver flask and wolfed down some Paul Masson. Smacking my lips, I tossed the flask and ruined their ménage what-the-hell-ever. Angrily, I snatched Sam by the weave and threw her against the wall. Her eyes wide, my son covered his face and literally shook with fear. They were seventeen years old. Why was her hot ass in my young son's closet wearing my panties and a leather dominatrix mask on her face? Pamela pulled down her skirt and sprinted past me so fast I could not grab her. I fell on my face when I reached out for her. Stinky little lesbian whore! So, I took it out on Sam and my dumb ass near-grown son. And if these were the type of decisions he was making, then I was canceling him leaving out of the state to attend college. He had to stay with me, and I would drive his ass until he graduated. If he got a girl pregnant, I was throwing him out of my house with the baby because I was too young to be somebody's grandma and I had other kids to raise. No, ma'am and no, sir if you didn't like it. I didn't give a damn what anybody had to say about it. Suck my clit if you had a problem with it, Daniel was so petrified he vowed to never have sex again. I did not want to scare or ruin my child, but he was too young to be watching two women suck pussy. When I was done ripping the Apache Tribe from Sam's head, she, sobbing, told me she hated me and that I was an evil bitch. Oh, Yea? I was not a 17-year-old fucking in somebody else's closet, defiling my home. I did not care how big his stick was. Shaking my head at the memory, I put ear plugs in his ears, remembering why he has not opened those toys yet. Darren was blinded by pussy all because of his oldest brother set a bad example to intimacy. I lovingly looked at the third oldest, Derrick, twelve, my favorite of the boys. I would never tell them that, of course, but he was so sweet. The Ninja Turtles blanket wrapped around his thighs; his little chest made me smile. He was nosier than an old man wearing dentures. I swore, if I caught him in my panty drawer one more time smelling my lace, I was going to kick his ass to fucking sleep. He might turn out to be my gay, sissy House of Dereon child. I put ear plugs in his ears. And Delvin. Poor Delvin. He had the biggest package out of all my boys, definitely took after his Daddy. Already, at fifteen years old, I had to stop my female friends from coming around my kids because I caught Bernice, who was a lonely, fat bitch, putting sunscreen on him a little too long and I beat the bitch's ass so badly her Mama did not recognize her face when I was done. And I called the police on her and pressed charges on her no-neck ass, and I beat her ass all the way to the squad car. That's a damn shame. You could not trust a bitch around your husband or your fine sons. Ridiculous! She called me a few weeks later, pleading. "Why are you calling me, bitch?" "Listen to me! I was only putting sunscreen on him, nothing more!" "On his back, yes. But his upper thighs, and my son clearly had a hard on and wasn't trying to stop asking you to rub it on his nipples. Bitch I stood in the background and saw it all. You didn't even inform me or kick his ass. He's supposed to be your nephew. He called you TeeTee (Auntie) since he was five, bitch." "He talked me into it!" "You better not bring your ham hock, neckbone sucking ass around me or my family again, bitch. Do not call my phone and ask Jesus for forgiveness because you don't have anything coming from over here but another ass whipping if I catch you talking to my fucking family! I don't care if my sons are thirty years old in the future, stay your ugly ass far, far away from them. Next time I will kill you, bitch and sit on the curb till the cops come and piss on your ass when they arrive after kicking you in your flat ass. Play with it, I'll be your toy. Bye, ho." I put ear plugs in his ears, kissed his forehead, and turned off the night light, pushing Berniece cradle-robbing ass behind me.