Jamal dished out some of his Mama’s homemade apple pie and passed the plates around to his younger siblings, as well as to the adult family members in attendance. His mother made a big deal out of these family lunches on Sundays after church, but other than requiring his presence for that one time during the week, his mother basically stayed out of his face, and out of his business, for which Jamal was eternally grateful. He couldn’t begin to count the meals he’d missed, or the nights he’d arrived home late, or not at all, when he’d been out tom-cattin’ around, looking for some needy white pussy to stuff his big black cock into. And once he’d found out how crazy white women got once they got a taste of the licorice stick, there was plenty of opportunity to partake in his favorite hobby, which he called DUMPIN’, as in “dumpin’ loads”. It didn’t matter if it was a mouth, a pussy, or an asshole, Jamal loved dumpin’ in whatever hole was available to him. And if those holes belonged to a hot white MILF, Jamal found that just so much more exciting than girls his own age. There was something secretive and nasty about it that got him all revved up, because those white women never wanted anybody to find out how much they loved black cock, especially their husbands. Fuck, once he’d had his first white MILF, one who’d begged him to fuck her and feed her his cum over and over, well, that was about it. White MILFs were basically all he wanted after that. Girls his own age, whether they be white, black, brown, yellow, whatever fuckin’ color they were, those girls no longer held any attraction for him. Oh yeah, he’d let a young girl give him some head, or occasionally he’d fuck them, if there was nothing else going on, or if a friend asked him to. But given the choice, no, give him a sexy white MILF any day of the week, that’s what really got his juices going.
Jamal knew they’d hit the jackpot with Tanya Cox. Yes, indeed. Who’d have thought the mother of nerdy little Smelliott Smallcox would be so fucking hot. As soon as he’d seen her that first time in the variety store parking lot, looking all sexy in that tight little golf outfit, fuck, he knew he had to bury his cock in that curvy powerhouse body of hers. Those big tits, that perfect round ass, those full sexy lips just made for sucking cock, fuck, he’d known it right then at first glance; this was woman who had a body made to take big cocks. The little fuck, Elliott, had asked him to explain what he meant when he’d commented on it to Gunner and Zeke, who’d readily agreed with Jamal’s appraisal, but he knew Smallcox had understood what they meant, especially once he’d seen the way his mother had eagerly taken all three of their cocks, and that impression had been reinforced when the little fuck had seen them take turns stuffing her ass just a short time ago. The little dork had loved it, jerking off a load once he’s seen her take every last inch of Jamal’s horse-cock into that hot little bum of hers.
It made Jamal smile to remember the look of awe and envy on the dweeb’s face as they’d taken her, using her mouth, pussy, and asshole as their own personal cum receptacles. Yes, they’d be doing a lot of dumpin’ in the sexy blonde MILF from now on. They’d give that hungry body of hers as much big cock as it wanted, and needed. Yes, between he, Gunner, and Zeke, there’d be white stuff running out of each hole of hers every day from now on.
Gunner and Zeke, his boys. They all lived within spittin’ distance of each other, and all had the same kind of dysfunctional upbringings. But they got along like brothers, which had all started when they were in the ninth grade. They noticed the other boys in gym class seemed to give them a wide berth in the locker room, which it didn’t take them long to figure out why. Even though Gunner and Zeke were white, they were both hung. They didn’t quite measure up to Jamal’s impressive length and girth, but they were pretty fuckin’ close. Fuck, even most of the black guys at school were envious of Gunner and Zeke. It wasn’t long until the three of them started sharing tales of their escapades with the opposite sex. At first it seemed like a lot of bragging or bravado, but once they started going out on double or triple dates, it became obvious that all three of them were telling the truth. Within a short time, they started sharing their dates, passing the girls around, or most of the time with it being the three of them on one girl, taking turns until the girl would usually pass out from exhaustion, but usually with a blissful smile on her face. They’d become best friends, and Jamal had no doubt that Mrs. Tanya Cox, and that body of hers just made for taking big cocks, would have no problem with getting filled with thick creamy boy-cum from all three of them. The more he thought about it, the more eager Jamal was to finish his lunch, make his excuses, and duck out of there and get back to filling that perfect MILF’s body with cum, to do some more DUMPIN’.
But he couldn’t be too obvious about it, or his mama would kick his ass. And really, since this was the only time of the week she insisted on him being home with everyone else, he couldn’t complain. It really wasn’t bad at all. The food was always good, and the visits from his relatives (a few of whom always seemed to show up for Sunday lunch) made it a fun gathering. Jamal had especially liked the Sunday lunches even more the last three weeks. The reason was simple, his dad, Brock, or who Gunner and Zeke called “Mr. S”, was in attendance. He’d been released from prison less than a month ago, his stretch for grand theft auto reduced due to ‘good behavior’. Jamal really liked his old man, he looked up to him. And it made Jamal’s mama a lot happier to have her man around again, and when Mama was happy, everybody was happy.
Jamal was clearing away the dishes when the doorbell rang. His little brother bolted out of the room and came back with Gunner and Zeke following close behind.
“Mr. S, nice to see you home,” Gunner said as he and Zeke both crossed the kitchen and gave Jamal’s dad a clenched-arm hug.
“Nice to be home. Very nice indeed,” Brock replied, giving the boys a big grin.
“Just leave those dishes, Jamal,” his mother said as she waved her hand at him, a smile on her face as well. “You’ve put in your time here. You can go off with your friends, if you like.”
“Thanks, Mama.”
“What are you boys up to this afternoon?” Brock asked. “Staying out of trouble, I hope.”
Unsure of what to say, Gunner and Zeke looked to Jamal to take the reins on this one. “Actually, one of the smart kids in our class is giving us some tutoring lessons this afternoon.”
“What the fuck?” Brock said, his face showing the surprise that had come out in his voice.
“BROCK!” Jamal’s mother reprimanded her husband as she pointed to her younger children.
“Sorry, babe. I guess I been in the joint longer than I thought.”
“So yeah, this kid is like real smart and everything, and he said he’d tutor us,” Jamal continued.
Brock didn’t look convinced. “This kid from around here?”
Jamal shrugged. “No, he’s from across the river.”
“Across the river? White boy?” Jamal nodded. “What’s a white boy from across the river doin’ tutoring the likes of you three?”
“I don’t really know. It’s kind of like he and his mother are out to save the world one person at a time.”
“His mother?”
“Yeah, you know, one of those ‘do-gooder’ types. Wants to help out the poor and disadvantaged.”
Brock nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I know the type. But if this boy is willing to help you with your schoolwork, well, just behave yourselves and let him do his thing.” Brock paused and pointed his finger at Jamal. “I don’t want you to end up like me. They’ll probably tire of it and move on to something else, those kind of people always do. But learn what this boy has to teach you now. And if this woman or this boy asks for help with anything, God almighty, you do what you can to help.”
“We already have,” Jamal replied as he gave his two friends a knowing glance.
“You already have?”
“Yeah, we’ve done a few little chores for her already. Her son’s one of those smart kids who isn’t too handy at anything. Their house is pretty nice, but there were a few things that needed attention.”
“Her husband couldn’t do it?”
Jamal shook his head. “She’s divorced.”
“Huh,” Brock said as he looked from Jamal to his two buddies, wondering if there was more to this situation than his son was letting on. He knew that his son, like himself, was constantly on the lookout for pussy, especially white pussy. “What kind of things needed attention?” Brock was curious now. He still hadn’t landed a job since getting out of prison, and if there was decent paying work to be found, he’d be all over that, especially if it was for a sexy white woman.
“Just small things, Dad. Things that you wouldn’t be interested in,” Jamal said, picking up on his dad’s interest. “Like down on her lower level, er… I mean, down on THE lower level, she had a crack that needed to be filled, and she had nobody to help her with that until we showed up. The three of us worked together and we took care of it for her, got that crack filled up nice and tight, and she seems pretty happy with the job we did.”
“And don’t forget the painting,” Zeke added. Jamal and Gunner both looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. “Yeah, she wanted a table painted and we did that for her too.”