Mommy • H.S

ninety four ::

"Mmm." She moans, wrapping her legs around his waist.

His hands push up her shirt, squeezing her breasts which causes a soft moan to escape from her painted lips.

Nathan's teeth sink lightly into her breasts, which results into her walls clenching. Filling her stomach with fire.

"Nathan," She whines

He kneels down, onto the floor pulling down her shorts along with her underwear to press a soft kiss to her crotch.

"Oh, gosh." Keisha moans, fingers tugging at his hair.

"You don't taste like chocolate, Andrew is always asking. Maybe now I can tell him the truth since I've tasted your pu—"

"Shut up and keep eating. I'm feeding you be greatfull." Keisha smacks her lips

"I'd rather not, my parents are home they could walk in at any minute." Nathan sighs, sitting up to stand.

"Don't you dare leave me like this." Keisha groans

"Like what? All spread out and wet?" He laughs

She throws her phone at his crotch letting him groan loudly.

"Okay, okay. I'll finish." He grunts

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"—Andrew! Stop that!" August yells

Andrew laughs, continuing to throw cereal at Natalie. Natalie sits stiffly on her phone, ignoring her pesky brother.

August slaps Andrew's mouth almost gently to warn him, she points her finger at his face.

"What did I tell you? Huh?" August says angrily

"Mum, that hurt." Andrew whines, his eyes becoming glossy.

"Well, Andrew. I told you to stop and you didn't." August snaps

"But—"

"Andrew LaShawn Styles!" August yells

Andrew begins to cry, walking away to the couch where his father sits.

"Mummy's mean Daddy." Andrew sniffles

"You have to listen to her bunny." He sighs, clicking through the channels.

Andrew sobs into his fathers thighs, soon falling asleep to the sound of the television.

Harry's phone rings loudly, he frowns wondering where it is. But he knows exactly where it is when his wife says, "Hello?"

"Oh, yes. This is his wife?" August says

"He's here, and who may you be again?" August asks

"Oh... well, here he is." August quickly walks to the front room handing Harry the phone.

"Hello?" Harry answers

"Hello, yes. My name is Paul Dillard and I am a football recruiter from University of Chicago. I saw videos of you playing football on social media." The man says

"Oh, you did?"

"Yes, and you were phenomenal. How old are you son?" Paul asks

"Really?"

"I don't just hunt anyone down son, yes you were amazing my intern brought your Instagram account to my attention."

"Oh, well I'm twenty three." Harry says

"Twenty three!" He exclaims, "why the hell aren't you in college, playing for some damn town team. We want you, next season you're playing with us." Paul laughs

"Wait..." Harry gasps, "you want me to play on your college football team?" He asks

"You're fast as fuck and you throw and kick so far. We need you, team is running slow lost some players. A lot actually..." Paul sighs

"I'd love to." Harry chuckles

"Amazing!" Paul laughs, "come over to the field so we can meet and you can meet the players and have a small game with them."

"Definitely." Harry nods

"July sixth, at 3:00 pm. Be there." The line clicks and Harry gasps loudly.

"August!" Harry yells

"Yes, papi?" August asks

"He wants me to play for the college team! University of Chicago!" He says excitedly

"Really? Wow, Harry that's amazing." August chuckles

"I can't believe it. I have to be there in three days." He gasps

"That's such an amazing opportunity for a man so special." August gushes

"Shut up," Harry blushes

Natalie walks up the stairs, ignoring her parents stupid kissing. She enters her room, searching for her flat iron. Since she's planned to go out with Cassie.

"Nathan, you asshole." She knows he tool it.

She stomps to his room, tripping over one of Chanel's teddy bears.

"Fucks sake Chanel." Natalie groans

"Sorry." Chanel shrugs

Nathan sucks her clït slowly, lapping up the thick arousal coated over her deep brown skin.

"Oh my god." Keisha whispers, her pants loud and her body is shaking. Nathans hands hold her hips down.

"Nathan where's my damn flat iron?" Natalie asks

"Ge— get the fuck out!" He whispers

Chanel frowns, walking towards Natalie only to see Keisha spread out, squealing she closes her legs.

"Aw look what you did!" Nathan grunts

Chanel walks away, unsure of what her eyes just saw. So she begins to draw it.

"This is mine." Natalie groans, snatching the flat iron from his dresser.

Walking out she says, "Nice vagina Keisha." Natalie mocks her, cackling as she leaves.

"Thanks..." She whispers

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coming to an end soOooOOon