Yolo 3: Murda Mami

by Sa'id Salaam

  “What are you doing here?” she asked, sounding baby mama-ish.

  “You didn’t think that I would miss their birthday, did you?” Killa asked and flashed that killer smile of his.

  “Dada, Daddy!” the twins said to their mother, as if she didn’t know who he was. She had shown them his picture and spoke to them about him every day of their lives.

  “I know who that is,” she said screwing her face up. “Anyway, you let yourself in so you can let yourself out once you’re done.

  “Huh?” Killa asked her back, as she left the room. He wasn’t expecting that at all. Where was the love struck girl he’d grown to at least like; just a little bit, have him tell it. He shrugged it off and turned back to his children.

  Yolo may have sounded cool and unimpressed, but she was fronting. She ran her ass back into the room and got right. She shaved her box, changed her panties for a pair of French cut to show some ass cleavage, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and struck a sexy pose.

  Killa played with his babies until they both conked out on him. Then he placed each back into their respective crib and planted parting kisses on their foreheads. His ego forced him down the hall to at least say goodnight to his baby mama.

  “Who?” Yolo called out to the tap on her bedroom door. She shook her head at the silly question and invited him in. “Come in.”

  “I just wanted to say…” Killa began than stopped at the sight of them sweet caramel ass cheeks. They reminded him of a candy apple so he went over and bit one.

  “Oh!” Yolo exclaimed with her fronting ass. She was truly surprised when he flipped her over and kissed between her thighs.

  Next, it was Killa’s turn to be shocked when he pulled her panties aside and tasted her bald vagina. She lifted her hips to help him remove them completely. Not even a full minute later, she filled his mouth with the juices from an intense orgasm.

  Killa had stripped while he ate, now he plunged deep inside of her. Yolo sucked and licked her pussy juice from his lips and chin. Killa filled her completely and tapped on her cervix. He attempted to pull out enough to get a good stroke going but couldn’t. Yolo had wrapped her strong arms and legs around him and pulled him closer. She grinded and wiggled against him until she came once more.

  “Shit,” Killa exclaimed at how good she felt. The orgasm caused her to fall limp like a rag doll. It didn’t get her off the hook though.

  Killa lifted her legs far and wide and dug her out. He flipped her on her side and fucked her savagely. Yolo came again when he flipped her over and hit her from the back. He flipped her once more and fucked her face to face.

  “Cum in me,” Yolo pleaded when his body told her he was close. His stroke became choppy and his moans got deeper.

  “Okay,” Killa replied and pulled out to cum on her stomach instead of in it.

  “Make me sick!” Yolo laughed and grabbed his dick. She used her wetness and milked him dry.

  Killa finally rolled off and onto his back as an awkward silence filled the room. They both searched for appropriate words to fill the gap between round two, because they both planned on more sex.

  “So… been killing?” Yolo asked off handedly.

  “Have I! The world is full of fucked up people who need to get fucked up,” he replied enthusiastically.

  “Tell me about it! I’ve been taking out a couple here and there. Thinking about setting up a website, so people can report people who need dead. Child molesters and stuff,” she said making love struck circles on his chest with a finger.

  Killa put the dick on her so well, she’d fell back in love again.

  “Great minds think alike,” Killa said reaching for his phone. Yolo felt a slight panic thinking he was leaving. She would kill a continent to keep him by her side. “Look it.”

  “Cool!” Yolo exclaimed when he showed her the 1-800-Killa website.

  “It is! I get so many requests, I can’t keep up with them all!”

  “Put me down! Let me get down!” Yolo begged as she stood straight up on the bed.

  “Nah, I don’t know,” he replied twisting his lips in thought. He scanned her fine frame as he thought. “I could use a hand… I guess.”

  “Thank you! Thank you!” Yolo sang and bounce up and down. All that movement caused Killa’s dick to stretch out stand straight up in the air.

  “Thank me then,” he suggested. She fell back on the bed and thanked him orally.

  Killa enjoyed her lips, throat, and tonsils for a few minutes before he pulled her on top of him. He rushed to get back inside of her while he grabbed her ass cheeks to guide her up and down on his dick. He had it all under control, all that was left for her to do was squeeze.

  “Will you stay? With me, with us? Please,” Yolo heard herself ask. She had so much dick in her, it pushed the words out of her mouth.

  “I can’t. I have a woman,” Killa said sounding almost regretful.

  “Well, now you have two,” Yolo insisted. With that, she became a side chic. She planned to start a side chic support group on Facebook first thing in the morning.

  “Get up!” Killa said urgently and tapped her ass.

  Yolo obediently compiled and lifted up a millisecond before Killa exploded. That was round two of what would be five. They fucked one last time in the shower before taking the kids to breakfast. Killa ate light but still bit off more than he could chew. Picture Yolo being content as a side chic.

  Chapter 11

  Yolo wasted no time using the log-in information to log onto the 1-800-Killa website. She quickly saw that Killa was right, there were hundreds of people just dying to be dead. There were child molesters, rapists, thieves, and the whole cast of Love and Hip Hop. She had agreed to handle the tristate of New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut. That would prevent her from having to drag the twins all over the country.

  “Wyandanch?” Yolo frowned as she read a local case. If this one panned out, she could go murder whoever while the kids took a nap.

  ‘Dear Killa, I’m 15 years old. My mom is 30 and so is her boyfriend. Or should I say our boyfriend because he keeps touching me. My mother knows and thinks it’s cute. Says I’m going to be just like her, but I’m not. I go to school and get good grades. I babysit for my neighbor’s twins and she’s like my sister. They are the only family I have. If something ever happened to my mom I would live with them…’

  “It better not be!” Yolo growled as it began to sound more and more like Christi. “It is!”

  Yolo popped up from the bed letting the laptop fall from her lap. She marched downstairs and found Christi watching a Science show. Christi pretended to be sleeping, so Yolo wouldn’t send her home.

  “Yeah right,” Yolo said not buying the sleep disguise. It suddenly dawn on her why the girl never wanted to go home. “Anything you wanna tell me?”

  “Um… I love you?” Christi guessed. It was the right answer and Yolo walked away nodding her head. Christi’s mom and boyfriend had a brutal death coming. And soon.

  Soon ended up taking a lot longer than expected. First, April had so many men in and out of her, it was hard to catch her and Chuck together. The truck driver popped in and out of town on no particular schedule. In between time her vagina hosted whoever had the weed.

  “She can’t have any elasticity in her pussy,” Yolo said in disgust as the second man of the day left the house. She was right too because her beat up box was worn out like an old slipper. Had she went to an OB/GYN, they wouldn’t even need (that metal thing that opens it up). Just shine a flashlight and have a look around like exploring a cave.

  Most days while Christi was at school, Yolo would stake out her neighbor. Chuck showed up a few times, but she had been too busy with her babies to murder them properly. Today, he pulled up just as the twins blinked themselves to sleep. She rushed upstairs to get dressed to kill. Not little black dress, hose, and heels dressed to kill. Black sweats, boots, brass knuckles, and fangs dressed to kill.

  “Too easy,” she explaine
d to the pistol on her dresser and left the house.

  Yolo used the back door and hopped over the wooden privacy fence.

  The couple was busy on the sofa as she eased in the backdoor.

  “Mmm… this shit good and wet!” Chuck cheered as he played in April’s floppy vagina. The outer lips fell open like elephant ears.

  “You made it wet, daddy,” she lied. That was the semen left behind from thirty minutes prior. However, the poor fellow believed it and slid downtown. He slurped and slobbered in the next man’s cum until Yolo came to send him away.

  “Um, excuse me. I have to hurry up and kill you guys before the kids get up. That Shyne gets into everything!” Yolo explained politely.

  “Who is she?” Chuck asked with semen around his mouth and chin. He stood straight up to check her out lustfully.

  “That bitch from next door,” April hissed. Those were the last words she uttered with all of her teeth in her mouth. Yolo swung a right so hard that it cleared the front of her mouth.

  “What the?” Chuck asked before catching a barrage of blows that left him bloody. He tried to run, but Yolo tripped him onto his face.

  April also tried to run, but Yolo grabbed her by her ponytail. That only slowed her for a second. She shook her head and came out of the clip on hair and headed for the door. Too bad she didn’t make it.

  “Un uh,” Yolo laughed and clipped her too. She fell face first and broke her neck against the front door.

  “Bitch, you know who I am?” Chuck demanded and threw up his hands. He used to knock dudes out with one punch back in the days. Only today wasn’t back in the day. He threw one haymaker that Yolo easily slipped under.

  She threw an uppercut to his nuts that lifted him up in the air. Yolo was all over him when he came down. She beat that man so badly that he was relieved when his soul abandoned his body.

  “I’ll let myself out, okay?” she asked politely. No one protested, so she left the same way she came. After a shower and change of clothes, she used a disposable phone to call and report the murders. The last thing she wanted was for Christi to come home and find her mother like that. She did have a heart you know.

  Chapter 12

  The twins second birthday was spent just like their first. They seemed to enjoy Chuck E. Cheese’s even more since they were able to play more of the games. Sun even got up and danced with the giant rat. Just like last time their pops showed up with gifts, this time he stayed.

  The night ended just like last year with Killa deep inside of Yolo. They had seen each other over the course of the last year but mainly to get together and kill people. That was business, this was personal.

  Killa frowned in delight as he looked down watching his dick slide in and out of Yolo from behind. She moaned and coated his dick with her juices. At the last possible second, he pulled out and skeeted on her back.

  “I’m on the pill you know,” Yolo reminded giving him permission to cum in her.

  “I know, I just like doing that,” he laughed milking himself dry with his hand.

  “Round two in the shower,” she suggested and got up to lead the way. Killa was right behind her and joined her under the hot water. As soon as they got in, he scooped her up by her ass. She put her arms around his neck and bucked wildly. It was all he could do to hold on as she came again and again and again. Yolo held him so tightly he had no choice but to cum inside of her. His knees buckled from the explosion sending them both to the bottom of the tub.

  “You sir, are a beast!” Yolo panted out of breath.

  “Me? You!” Killa shot back as he too struggled for air. That was the basis of their relationship, great sex and mo’ murder.

  *****

  “Oh! Did I tell you I wrote a book?” Yolo sang proudly once they made it back to the bed and cuddled.

  “Is that right? What, an autobiography? Yolo, the Lovely Little Lunatic!” he cracked and cracked up.

  “What, and I’m running around killing people? What kind of book is that! Mine’s a love story. Lady and The Beast,” she sang smugly.

  “I hear you. Just don’t use that publisher down in Atlanta. I forgot their name, but we got a request about them on the site,” Killa warned. Nosey Yolo leaned over to reach for her laptop. The site of her bare ass almost set off round three.

  “Stop!” Yolo giggled as Killa palmed her ass. She quickly logged in and checked the recent request. “Here it is…”

  ‘Hello 1-800-Killa. My name is Tasha Boykins. I’m a single mom of two young boys. I use to write as a hobby but decided to pursue it full-time. I did pretty well on my own and made a nice living. I guess what happened next is my own fault for being greedy. A publisher approached me saying he could help me make a lot more money. He promised to put my book in libraries and book stores so I went with it. Sure enough he did what he said. My books are everywhere and even made it to number six on the best sellers list. The problem came when it was time for me to get paid and I got a check for $57.00. The royalty report he sent with it didn’t make any sense at all.

  I knew it wasn’t right, but I needed the money so bad that I tried to cash the check anyway. I got my kids dressed, took a bus to the train, and then another bus to the bank. When I got there, they said he put a stop payment on the check!

  I called him and he hung up on me. Then he was all over social media flaunting his money. I called a bunch of lawyers, but I couldn’t afford to pay them. At this point I don’t even want the money. I want him dead! Please, please kill him!’

  “Okay!” Yolo cheerfully agreed. “The owner of Double R Publishing is Robert Redmond.”

  “What are you doing?” Killa asked when she pulled up the website.

  “Sending in my submission!” she said and did just that.

  “Guess you’re coming to Atlanta, huh?” he sighed.

  “You know it!”

  *****

  “Ooh Double R!” Yolo smiled when she checked her email. Killer or no killer, she wanted some feedback on her book.

  “We loved the first three chapters you sent us, but in order to make a decision we need to read the full manuscript,” Robert explained. Yolo started to type a reply, but decided to call the number at the bottom of the email instead.

  “Mm?” Robert asked answering his phone in the middle of his favorite game. He loved playing squirrel and holding nuts in his mouth.

  “I wanted to speak to someone about getting published,” she said trying to sound as naïve as possible.

  “Mmmhp!” Robert sighed in defeat and swallowed the mouthful of semen he’d been holding.

  “I win! I win!” his bodyguard cheered. He’d recently hired the large man when he started getting death threats. The large man figured since he was protecting the scared man he should be giving him some head too, and he was right. The irony was that he was paying him the same amount he was stealing. Had he paid the authors for their hard work, he wouldn’t be having these problems.

  But wait, problem isn’t the right word. Rain at a picnic is a problem. Rush hour traffic is a problem. Yolo on your ass is so much more than a problem. It’s a catastrophic disaster.

  “You always do,” Robert flirted back. He had managed to set a new record, holding cum for twenty minutes. “Let’s go again!”

  “Um… hello?” Yolo said reminding him of her call. She frowned up wondering if what he was doing was as gay as it sounded. “My book? Lady and The Beast.”

  “Oh yeah, yeah. It was okay, but we need to read the whole thing,” Robert replied with his lying ass. If she sent that book today, it would be in e-book by morning. No edits or nothing. Just a cheap book cover with the same stock photo model who’s on a hundred other covers.

  “Can we talk in person? I’ll be in Atlanta in a few days,” she purred seductively. He may suck dick but he still enjoyed screwing his authors. Both literally and figuratively. He also had a woman at home, but she looked like a baby hippo with a crooked wig. “Sure, sure. Call me when you get to town.”

 
“Okay, see you soon,” Yolo smiled knowing she would be the last person to see him.

  Chapter 13

  “Mm hm,” Sincerity hummed suspiciously as she watched Killa getting dressed to go out. The sly grin on his face said he was up to something. Who could blame him though, good pussy is something to smile about.

  That’s not to say Sincerity didn’t possess a pot of gold between her thighs because she did. However, variety is the spice of life; especially when it comes to vagina. He only saw Yolo every couple of months and eagerly anticipated her insides.

  “What?” Killa asked trying his best to wipe the smirk off his face. That only made it worse and he smiled broadly.

  “Got time for back shots before you go?” she asked. This was a test.

  “Actually…” he paused to check his watch. “I don’t,” he replied failing the test. Had he been picking up his homeboys from the airport they would’ve had to wait. Hell, even grandma would’ve had to wait a few minutes for back shots, but he would never have his kids standing around in a terminal waiting.

  “Mm hm,” she repeated and mentally marked an “F” on his test. Since when didn’t he have time for back shots? She held her tongue and watched him dress and leave.

  *****

  “Put it down! Stop touching stuff. Boy, if you don’t stop!” Yolo fussed at her busy son, Sun. Meanwhile the little diva, Shyne was looking at herself in every mirror and glass window that they passed on their way through the airport.

  “I got him,” Christi said and scooped him up. He squealed in delight as tried to get loose.

  Christi shed two tears over her mom’s death and then was over it. She was officially a part of the family. She was like a daughter to Yolo and a big sister to the twins. The girl blossomed from raggedy to a cute and confident teen. She was secure in her skin and natural hair. Best of all, her eyes were fixed firmly on the prize. High school, college, and then on to med school. There was no time left for boys or turning up.