Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I heard a gentle knockin at mah bedroom door n' flipped tha TV off n' climbed back tha fuck into bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I remained silent but tha knockin came again, a steady, slow rapping. "I'm asleep," I called. "No you're not, dopeie. I saw tha light under tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I wanna come up in fo' a minute." Without waitin fo' a answer, Mommy opened tha door n' flipped tha light on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch held a iPizzy up in her hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And dat biiiiatch was bustin a white nightgown dat didn't like come down ta her knees. "What tha fuck iz it?" I axed up in annoyance, mah eyes glued ta her breasts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. I was shocked when her big-ass booty set tha iPizzy on mah dresser n' fuckin started massagin dem all up in her nightgown. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I was shocked but I didn't say a thang n' didn't glizzle away. Finally, she pointed up at her face. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch smiled all up in mah grill widely. "I wanna bust a nut on dem like a muthafucka." Biatch picked up tha iPizzy n' strutted ta mah bedside, lifted tha blanket n' slid up in beside mah dirty ass. "It's cold," her big-ass booty holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I was naked n' lay there stock still, rigid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch looked all up in tha alarm clock. "Two mo' minutes n' you'll be fifteen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I wanna read you a rap I found on tha internet." "Mommy," I whined all up in nearly clenched teeth. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Somehow, I had never made tha transizzle from Mommy ta Mom. Bitch giggled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Don't be afraid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It's only a story. But I want yo' opinion on dat shit." Biatch put her free hand on mah thigh n' squeezed it, then fuckin started ta stroke n' massage mah skin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I melted under her bust a nut on n' tha tension drained outta mah dirty ass. "What's it about?" "You'll smoke up if you let me read dat shit. I'm goin ta skip tha fuck into it a funky-ass bit. I just wanna know what tha fuck you be thinkin bout tha part I was reading." My fuckin vision blurred n' mah head grew hazy as Mommy read, her hand at rest on mah thigh. Momma wrapped her silk pantizzles round mah ding-a-ling n' started fistin mah stiff prick. "Yo ass like jerkin off tha fuck into Mommy's panties, biatch? What do you be thinkin bout bustin ta me when you do?" "Fuckin you, biatch." Truth was, I didn't be thinkin bout anything. Da word "Mommy" repeated up in mah head again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again until I came, mah blood thunderin wit tha word, "Mommy." Momma straddled mah dirty ass. "I wanna suck dat ding-a-ling of yours yo, but I wanna taste mah pussaaaaay on it when I do. Welcome home, son," her big-ass booty holla'd as her pussaaaaay enveloped mah stiff, pulsin dick. "What do you be thinkin bout dat sort of thang, baby, biatch? Mothers n' lil playas bustin dem thangs." I wanted ta roll over n' put mah head on her shoulder mo' than anything. "It's sick. It's wrong." Her hand fuckin started movin on mah thigh again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "I be thinkin bout you when I finger mah pussaaaaay, baby." "Mommy," I groaned n' turned mah head towardz her, grill agape. Mommy rolled over too n' scissored one of mah hairy-ass legs up in hers yo. Her arm moved over me n' round mah back ta hold mah neck, massagin dat shit. "If you lick me, I'll make you a man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I wanna know you want dat shit." Biatch shifted n' I felt tha tickle of her afro on mah thigh n' tha wet heat of her pussaaaaay. Well shiiiit, it slid up n' down mah leg n' Mommy's eyes closed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I peeped tha tendons bulge up in her neck n' dat freaky freaky biatch humped mah leg, kneadin mah skin wit her hands, pullin me ta her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch busted mah forehead n' pressed mah crazy ass under her chin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Her hand slipped n' popped open tha four lil' small-ass buttons all up in tha top of her nightgown n' eased a funky-ass breast out. I sucked at its skin, hustlin mah tongue over her bangin' flesh, burnin n' warm mah dirty ass. Mommy guided her nipple ta mah grill n' I took dat shit. "Use yo' grill fo' realz. As hard as you can. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suck it up in n' out. No teeth." My fuckin head emptied as I fuckin started ta nurse at Mommy's breast. There was not a god damn thang but darkness, only black, barren need. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! An eternitizzle must have passed before she muttered suttin' bout bein sore n' lifted her other breast up fo' mah dirty ass yo. Her pussaaaaay had straight-up soaked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Blackness. Warmth. Unendin need. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Eventually, she pushed mah crazy ass away from her n' busted mah crazy ass ravenously. "We only have a minute now, baby." "Mommy?" "I want you before you're fifteen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I want you ta be a man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I wanna be yo' first. You'll never KNOW how tha fuck much I gots a straight-up boner fo' you until it's too late if our phat asses don't." "Do you want it ta be too late, baby?" "Too late, Mommy?" "Too late fo' what tha fuck will happen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. If you want, if you wanna fuck me, you need ta lick mah dirty ass." I busted tha nearest patch of her skin dat was available ta mah grill, tha inside of her bicep. "On tha lips, baby." I leaned forward n' slowly busted Mommy's cherry-red lower lip fo' realz. A soft suckin sound rang up like a funky-ass bell up in mah mind when I pulled away. Mommy's eyes closed briefly. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was frownin slightly but her features was mo' chillaxed than I'd eva peeped dem wild-ass muthafuckas. I busted her again, partin her lips wit mah tongue, pressin at her teeth which reluctantly opened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! My fuckin tongue brought hers ta game. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch responded wit calm, knowin confidence, stoic, teachin me dat she understood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! I responded dat I was weird, dat I was afraid wit chaotic dartin eagernizz n' shy retreats, makin Mommy moan loudly. We parted n' hugged, pantin on each other's shoulders. "Thirty minutes, baby." Her hand grasped mah dick n' I winced, painfully sore n' swollen round tha urethra n' soft up in her hand, oozin n' oozin cum. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch only smiled all up in mah face. "Is you bangin' fo' Mommy?" I nodded deeply. "I'd suck yo' pimp dick but I want you ta cum up in yo' Mommy's bangin' playaaaaaa yo' last time." Her fingers twisted tha uncircumsized head of mah dick at its base. "Yo ass can chillax now, honey. It's goin ta come true. Just trust me, don't stir n' don't say shit." Mommy pulled tha blanket back n' I peeped her uncertainly as her big-ass booty sucked her middle finger, smilin down all up in mah face. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch winked n' blew me a lick as tha finger slid tha fuck into mah ass. I jerked inside, havin momentarily repressed all mah memoriez of stickin thangs up there mah dirty ass, even of tha old, thick, short fountain pen up in mah nightstand drawer dat I sometimes slid inside me before school, tappin its sharp head wit mah finger, makin it pulse inside me as I jerked off. I jerked inside yo, but I did as I was holla'd at n' stayed silent n' still. "Dope boy," dat thugged-out biiiatch cooed, smilin a easy as fuck smile n' noddin her head slightly, rockin back n' forth as she fingered me, her breasts risin n' back arching, then droppin as her head tipped down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Soon, her whole body was swayin n' her smile was much wider n' shit. My fuckin dick had begun ta swell. "Watch tha clock," dat freaky freaky biatch hissed. My fuckin head fell tha fuck ta tha side n' I saw tha time. 11:38. I panicked momentarily then drifted off before 11:40 fo' realz. At 11:46, I felt Mommy's pussaaaaay swallow mah ding-a-ling n' remembered feelin some movement on tha bed n' gentle fingers on mah dick previously yo. Her fingertips turned mah chin eva so gently upward so I could peep her rockin her way ta orgasm. When she gasped n' sagged, I felt her pussaaaaay flood mah crotch again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Yo ass is such a straight-up dope son," her big-ass booty holla'd wit closed eyes. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch took mah handz n' held dem firmly up in hers, hustlin at mah fingers until dat freaky freaky biatch held dem flat on her fat-ass thighs, ridin me frantically as her big-ass booty stared down at me, her brow knitted up in a emotion I couldn't recognize as her tongue arched up n' it's tip caressed her lips, lickin at dem lewdly as her grill opened n' closed wit lyrics I didn't even be thinkin ta try ta make up till I heard her voice. "Cum, baby. Cum. Make yo' Mommy yo' first. God, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, biatch." Her pussaaaaay twitched again n' again n' again on mah dick. Mommy smiled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Next one." With long, slow, swayin motions, Mommy screwed me, screwed her muthafuckin ass on mah dick. "One mo' minute. Yo ass betta make it one mo' minute, biatch? Baby. Oh, Dogg hommie! Baby dawwwwg! Baby dawwwwg! Baby?!" Her pussaaaaay twitched again n' again n' again n' I blasted mah seed inside a biatch fo' tha last time, mah mommy. Mommy. Mommy. "You're tha ludd of mah game, baby fo' realz. And now I'll be tha ludd of yours. I want you ta take a lil time ta think. Come tha fuck into mah room just as soon as you want. Do you hear me son?" Mommy asked, bobbin mah shoulder wit mah dick still hard inside her n' shit. "As soon as you want, come chill wit Mommy. Do you need some time?" I shook mah head. "Come ta bed then, baby. Yo crazy-ass room's fo' fucking. My fuckin room's fo' chillin. For now, nahmeean, biatch? Baby, biatch? Yo ass can nurse though." Biatch smiled so wide, beamin all up in mah face. "Kool as fuck birthday. It make me wanna hollar playa! I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, biatch." "I gots a straight-up boner fo' you too, Mommy." Her pussaaaaay spasmed again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wagged her forefinger n' shit. "Yo ass just gots tomorrow off from school." Mommy fell tha fuck forward n' engulfed mah crazy ass up in a warm ludd I had never felt. Dat shiznit was a sense of contentment, bliss, a gangbangin' fulfillment of straight-up every last muthafuckin desire I had or would eva have yo, but more, dat shiznit was a surrender n' a surrender dat felt so right dat dat shiznit was entirely perfect. I woke tha next mornin up in Mommy's bed n' up in Mommy's arms ta tha sound of her whisperin ta me bout how tha fuck afraid dat biiiiatch waz of eva losin mah dirty ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch smiled n' busted mah crazy ass lightly n' mah erect ding-a-ling twitched against her thigh. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch pulled away wit a glizzle down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Why don't you git a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shower, baby, biatch? I'll make breakfast." "I'm not hungry." Bitch laughed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Fine. Then I won't." Afta a moment of silence, she nudged mah dirty ass. "Go shower n' shit. We're goin ta do mo' wit yo' hooky dizzle than lie up in bed n' peep pornos." Warm n' lost up in Mommy's smell, I didn't wanna fo' a minute yo, but it felt somehow betta ta listen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I rose from bed, feebly tryin ta conceal mah erection from Mommy wit mah ass. "You've gots tha cutest butt." I smiled n' stumbled, so taken off guard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Turn around," her big-ass booty holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I did, mah ding-a-ling standin tall. "You're blushing." I laughed n' covered mah face. "I be not." "Yo ass is so. You're blushing. Because yo' booty is cute." I doubled over, laughing, mah hard-on twitchin n' Mommy threw a pillow all up in mah face. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch used ta blanket ta cover her breasts when her big-ass booty sat up. "I'm goin ta make breakfast n' you can smoke what tha fuck you'd like you'd like. Mommy's pussaaaaay if you're ready." I just stared. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Hurry," her big-ass booty holla'd. "I need clothes," I answered, still smiling. "Mommy will pick dem out. I'm goin ta fuss wit yo' afro like a muthafucka. That blond mop of yours is dirty as hell yo, but not fo' todizzle. It make me wanna hollar playa! I'm goin ta fuck wit you, baby. I'm not lyin there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. But I'll make it up ta you tonight, aiiight, biatch? Yo ass have mah word. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Use Mommy's bathroom fo' realz. And baby?" I turned around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da blanket has fallen n' her tizzlez was visible. "Take yo' time. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch lifted her arm n' pointed down at mah erection. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Don't worry bout tha wata bill. Take yo' time." I almost moaned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Mommy rose from bed, nude, n' pulled her nightgown from a low overstuffed chair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Shower, baby," her big-ass booty holla'd, slippin tha fuck into dat shit. I locked tha bathroom door behind mah crazy ass n' turned looked under Mommy sink fo' suttin' ta lube mah dick with. I could find anythang but there was a funky-ass black silk bra on tha edge of tha tub. I cut tha shower on n' sat on tha toilet. Well shiiiit, it rattled as I rubbed mah ding-a-ling fo' realz. A voice fuckin started ta drop a rhyme all up in tha door up in a low rumble dat I couldn't KNOW above tha shower at first. I paused ta listen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Finish, finish, finish," it droned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! A fingernail fuckin started tappin rhythmically all up in tha bathroom door n' I fuckin started playin wit mah dick again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da toilet rattled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "No matta what, don't stop. No matta what, don't stop. No matta what, don't stop." "Yes," I whined. "No matta what, don't stop. No matta what, don't stop. Do you hear me son, biatch? Do you hear me son, biatch? Do you hear me son, biatch? Answer n' shiznit fo' realz. Answer n' shiznit fo' realz. Answer right dis second." "Yes," I cried. Da lock popped n' Mommy entered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Don't stop," her big-ass booty holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Don't stop." I tugged at mah dick, too afraid ta pull mo' cum from it but still trying. Mommy sat on tha tile surroundin tha tub, watchin mah dirty ass yo. Dude lips parted without smiling, a look of consternation on her face. "Don't stop, baby. No matta what." I nodded as I continued ta fuck wit mah dirty ass. "Da shynizz will pass. You'll be partin Mommy's hairy-ass legs up in her chill up in no time. Baby, I straight-up ludd dat you're rockin mah bra. I gots a pair of pantizzles dat would cover it straight-up. I know that's sort of a sissy thang, jerkin off up in yo' Mommy's pantizzles yo, but we both know you're not a sissy n' I'm not spittin some lyrics ta mah playas. Why don't I git dem fo' yo slick ass, biatch? They'll feel better." "Fuck dat shit, Mommy." Bitch smiled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Yo ass like Mommy watchin you, biatch. Good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! That's so, so good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Even on yo' weddin night if you want." My fuckin body flooded wit . . . suttin' n' I came. Mommy smiled, chucklin softly. "It be lookin like you'll be sneakin outta bed on yo' weddin night." Biatch shook her head n' rubbed a eye. "I gots a straight-up boner fo' you like it aint no thang, baby. You'll KNOW somedizzle soon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Mommy wants ta git up in tha shower wit you, biatch." It came up in a fucked up groan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Would you like that?" "Of course, Mommy." I slid tha shower door aside n' stepped in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Mommy entered right behind mah dirty ass. I tried ta nurse yo, but her big-ass booty spun me round n' held me, breasts pressed ta mah back. I stood there as dat biiiiatch washed me, pullin back ta soap mah back n' hairy-ass legs but not long enough ta rinse dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch dipped mah crazy ass forward n' let tha wata wet mah afro then rubbed tha shampoo in, then soaped mah dick. I felt suffocated wit tha bangin' wata poundin tha fuck into mah chest n' Mommy's handz on mah cock. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch didn't jerk it off. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch only twisted tha head while tha fingertipz of her other hand ran up from between mah hairy-ass legs ta straight-up gently massage mah balls from bottom up ta tha base of mah dick, then her hand would drop again n' again n' again n' repeat its trip over mah rock hard pimp dick. My fuckin breath wheezed as it sucked up in n' outta mah dirty ass. "Yo ass feel it, don't yo slick ass, biatch? Our ludd growin stronger." I was bobbin like a leaf but couldn't feel fear all up in her touch. "Yo ass need ta let it in, baby." Biatch turned mah crazy ass round n' wrapped her hand round mah cock. "You're mah son. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I'm yo' Mommy. That hasn't chizzled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Nothing's chizzled at all baby, honest." Biatch fuckin started jerkin me off. "I'm not yo' hoe." I sagged, brutally hurt, n' looked away. "I'm yo' Mommy, n' what tha fuck you don't KNOW is that's so much mo' n' mo' n' mo'. But whether you KNOW dat or not, you need ta KNOW all dis bullshit. I'm yo' mommy n' only yo' mommy. You're mah baby, mah son, n' that's all dat yo ass is. This, mah hand on yo' dick n' tha rest of it, is our asses comin closer together." "Mommy," I whined, doublin over n' shit. "Please." We'll have mo' than you eva dreamed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I'll be mo' than you eva wanted, so much dat it would scare you half ta dirtnap if I wasn't still just Mommy." "Mommy," I whined again. "That's a phat boy. Do you wanna cum?": "Mommy." Mommy pulled mah crazy ass ta her, pulled mah head ta her breasts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. I felt loved by her fo' tha last time since tha night before n' came on her belly. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch rinsed our asses off n' cut tha wata off. "Come lie on tha bed."