Treacherous took Teflon’s right breast into his mouth. While he squeezed her right mound with his left hand and sucked the juice out it, he massaged Teflon’s love cave with the other. Treacherous felt Teflon’s wetness. She was dripping of her own sex. Her juices had overflowed onto Treacherous’s hand. He could feel Teflon’s hips rotating and grinding into his fingers. He heard her mumble through her moans, but couldn’t make it out over the sounds of the music dominating the air. Treacherous continued to travel downward, licking every inch and crevice of Teflon’s body.
“Oooh.” Teflon sighed, arching her back as Treacherous toyed with her navel with his tongue. Chills continued to jolt through Teflon’s entire body from Treacherous’s touch. She had never been so turned on in her life. Treacherous made his way between Teflon’s inner thighs, planting kisses and gentle bites between them. Never being between a woman’s thighs before, Treacherous had no clue as to what he was doing, but he knew he wanted to reciprocate the love she had shown him. Each time Treacherous pressed his teeth into Teflon’s skin, she flinched. No one had ever gone down on her before, so she was sure if he was doing it right, because it was Treacherous it felt right. She shifted her hips as she moaned from the pleasure the bites brought to her body. She began to enjoy the way he dug into her flesh with his mouth. It was more sensual than painful. Treacherous tried his best to please Teflon. Her scent drew him in and made him want to taste her. She had a natural scent, thought Treacherous. As the side of his face continued to brush up against and rest on Teflon’s sex, he was ready to explore her in that way with his mouth. He knew that Teflon’s body was responsive to him, as his was to her. Treacherous slowly turned his head to meet Teflon’s sex. Her natural sweet-smelling fragrance between her legs as he was now full faced with her sex. He placed his mouth just below where Teflon should have possessed a patch of hair. He gently bit into her clit. “No,” he heard her moan with her hands locked on the sides of Treacherous’s head. Teflon had been so caught up in Treacherous’s lips and tongue on her body she hadn’t noticed he had made his way to her pussy.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just don’t want you to. I wanna feel you inside me.” She knew she would be able to give but wasn’t too thrilled about receiving. Though she never experienced sex before she knew she would be more of a flesh-on-flesh type of sister. “Come here,” Teflon replied, pulling Treacherous toward. Teflon’s words shot straight to Treacherous’s dick. His manhood stiffened more. Teflon parted her legs more and slid back onto the bed, then reached out and took hold of Treacherous’s sex as he slid with her. Treacherous towered over her as Teflon tried to place the head of his hardness inside of her.
She sighed. What she had never told Treacherous or anyone, for that matter, was she had never been with a man before.
“You okay?” Treacherous asked, concerned.
“Yeah, baby, I’m good,” she said. “It’s just that you’re big and . . . I never been with anybody before.”
Her words caught Treacherous off guard. They had touched on many topics in the detention center, personal and in depth, and Teflon had never revealed she was a virgin, even when he had disclosed his only sexual encounter. He knew that after tonight he and Teflon would learn everything there was to know about each other sexually and that no one would touch the other ever again.
“Don’t worry, I got you,” Treacherous told her. Treacherous leaned in and began kissing Teflon slowly and passionately taking hold of his manhood, rubbing it around Teflon’s sex in a circular motion, then up and down, occasionally placing the head inside of her. Teflon continued to moan. She could feel herself getting even wetter from Treacherous’s foreplay. She began kissing him harder, then gasped.
“I got you,” Treacherous assured her, lifting up his upper body. Treacherous slid half of himself inside of Teflon. Her wetness allowed him to enter her with ease. The pain was excruciating for Teflon, but pleasurable at the same time. She watched as Treacherous artistically got her sex to open up to him. Each time she tried to match his stroke her muscles tightened. The more Treacherous stroked the wetter Teflon became. Treacherous’s strokes became deeper. He could feel himself all the way inside of her now and so could she. Tears trickled down the side of her face from the foreign pain, but she refused to tell Treacherous to stop. It felt as if he were splitting her in two. Treacherous laid his upper body onto Teflon as he continued pumping her insides. He could feel Teflon’s juices all over him as her muscles clenched his. Treacherous cupped Teflon’s butt cheeks and spread them apart. It felt as if he’d opened up a new door. Even Teflon felt the difference as she was now able to semi-match Treacherous’s thrust. Treacherous slid his sex in and out of Teflon with ease. He could hear juices talking between the two of them. Treacherous felt he was ready to try a different position. Just when he was about to pull out and turn her over, Teflon wrapped her legs around him and locked him in.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” she repeated. “Shit, baby, I’m about to cum.” She thrust her hips into Treacherous. It was Treacherous who now had to match Teflon. “Ooh, yeah baby,” Teflon groaned.
That was all Treacherous could withstand. He felt himself building up inside. “Damn, damn,” was all he could muster as he aggressively pumped his dick into Teflon.
“Yeah cum with me, baby,” Teflon cooed, digging her nails into Treacherous’s back.
“Agh, I’m cummin’ babe, I’m cummin’” Treacherous growled, increasing his pace as Teflon’s nails caused him to arch.
“Me too,” Teflon announced, gyrating her hips into him. Together they battled for supremacy as their juices intertwined.
“That was good,” an out-of-breath Teflon managed to say when they finished. “Definitely,” was what she got in return from an equally out-of-breath Treacherous.
Treacherous rolled off Teflon and onto the left side of the bed. Teflon leaned over and placed her head on Treacherous’s rock-hard chest, throwing one of her legs over his. “I love you, Treach,” she purred.
“I love you too, babe.”
Teflon was reaching her second consecutive multiple as she heard Treacherous’s voice inside her head. Her clit was throbbing at the thought of their first sexual encounter with each other. As her juices came flowing down, tears began to well up in Teflon’s eyes. So many emotions were intertwined within her final climax. She turned the shower off, stepped out the bathtub, and began to dry herself. She then made her way to the room and began opening the grooming products on the nightstand that Rich had brought. As she began to lotion her body she couldn’t help but admire her own beauty. Her thought at that moment was that she wished Treacherous was there to enjoy it. Teflon squeezed her eyes tight, then opened them. She knew if she continued to carry on the way she was she’d drive herself mad. She knew there was only one thing that would offer her mind some type of relief. After she finished grooming, Teflon put in Biggie Smalls’s Greatest Hits CD Rich had among the selection of music for her and pulled out her pen and pad out of the laundry bag and laid across the bed and began to work on her book.
Chapter 18
“I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, this is policy. I’m only doing my job,” the social worker said apologetically.
“I understand that, but why do I have to keep going through this?” she questioned, maintaining her composure. “I’ve filled out every piece of paper that you people asked me and I’m still getting the runaround.”
“Again, I apologize, but I am only here today to monitor visitation, nothing more. I will say that these things take time, it’s a process,” she stated and then cleared her throat before she spoke her next words. “And no disrespect to you, but considering your history, social services is going to be going over all of your papers with a fine-tooth comb, dotting all i’s and crossing all t’s. That’s just the way the system works.”
It took all the strength she had not to reach over and grab the social worker by the throat and strangle the life out of her. She had no idea what type of hist
ory she had, Teflon knew. Had she, the social worker would’ve chosen her words more carefully, she told herself. Teflon had reached the point beyond frustration. She had been home for ninety days now and since then her focus had been getting her son. When she first paid a visit to social services she was bombarded with what seemed like a ton of paperwork to fill out. Based on what little Rich had found out while she was still in prison and the caseworker she knew, Treacherous was being bounced around from one group home to another. It fumed her when she was first refused to see him before being told the requirements it took in order to be granted a visit. Rather handling things the wrong way, Teflon accepted the paper with the guidelines that would enable her to see her son. She also filled out and returned all forms to begin the process of gaining custody over her child. Now ninety days later she was sitting as patient as one could in her position, waiting for someone to bring Treacherous in. She was irritated by the social worker’s presence, but knew for now this was the only way. In her best tone Teflon asked, “Well, how long do you estimate it would be before I’ll know something?”
“Ms. Jackson, I really can’t tell you that. I mean, it can be six months, a year or two. It’s not my decision.”
Teflon couldn’t believe her ears. The social worker’s words tore into her heart. She knew it would be a process, but she did not think it would be as long of a one as the social worker had just shared. She cursed the system for the way they handled things. From day one she felt the system had failed her and yet knowing that she till tried it their way. Now it was failing her again. “You’re right, it’s not your decision,” Teflon replied in a flat tone.
Neither the social worker or Teflon spoke another word to the other. The tension thickened as the silence between the two continued. Five minutes later it began to clear as both Teflon and the social worker saw the two male figures approaching. Teflon stood up as her son grew close. The social worker also stood.
“Thank you, Sean. Hello, Treacherous.” She nodded to the escort and extended her hand.
“Hi, Ms. Paterson.” He shook her hand while eyeing the stranger standing next to her.
The male escort left the three of them alone.
“Do you know who this is?” the social worker asked him, seeing the expression on his face.
Treacherous shook his head no.
“I’m your—”
“Ms. Jackson, please,” the social worker interjected.
Had she caught the look on Teflon’s face after cutting her words short her heart may have stopped. The hairs on the back of Teflon’s neck were at attention. She had killed people for less, but she knew she had to keep her cool for her son’s sake, but she made a mental note to remember the day.
“This is your mom,” the social worker said to Treacherous.
She might as well have spoken Chinese, because her words were foreign to him. No one had ever spoken about his parents to him, let alone a parent and he never asked. Treacherous wondered whether the social worker was trying to tell him he had been adopted by the woman in front of him or was this who he’d be staying with from now until whenever they decided to ship him off somewhere again. As he studied the woman he began to realize that this was not someone who was adopting him or a woman he’d be residing with temporarily. Her eyes were familiar to him. They resembled the ones he saw when he looked at himself in the mirror. Her grain of hair answered his question as to where he had gotten such a good texture and they shared the same nose. Treacherous could not believe his eyes. Although no one ever said it, he was under the assumption his parents were either dead or had abandoned him. He had often wondered who and what he had come from and now part of that question was answered.
Teflon could see the confused look on his face. It was a look she’d often seen on his father’s face whenever he was in deep thought. There was no doubt about it: He was definitely her and Treacherous’s child. She fought back her tears as she saw the two of them in her son. She did not imagine she would be so emotional once she’d actually laid eyes on Treacherous junior. At that moment all Teflon wanted to do was snatch her son up and take him home with her.
“Hey man,” she spoke.
“Hi,” he replied, childlike. His eyes widened and he bit into his bottom lip the way Teflon knew she sometimes did when she was his age when she was trying to collect her thoughts.
“Treacherous, you do understand that no one’s forcing you to be here. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” the social worker interjected, doing her job. Teflon took it another way. She had enough of the social worker. Her patience with the lady had worn thin and refused to let the statement slide. “Bitch, that’s your last time cuttin’ me off,” she blew up. “Your ass don’t have to be here either, for the rest of your life,” she threatened.
Treacherous was clueless. He had no idea what had just happened.
Unbeknown to Teflon, the social worker had hit the silent-alarm button on her walkie-talkie and within seconds two security guards came storming in along with the male escort who had ushered Treacherous into the room.
“Is there a problem, Ms. Paterson?” one of the security guards asked.
“Yes, Ms. Jackson was just leaving and I need for Mr. Freeman to be escorted back to his living quarters,” she calmly stated. She knew she could have had Teflon arrested and charged for terroristic threats, but she chose not to. Although she didn’t agree with her, she understood her position as a mother and didn’t want to create any more problems or headache then she already had between her past and trying to gain custody of her son. Based on her behavior, she intended to report she knew the state would never award her custody of the child, no time soon anyway, she was sure of.
Teflon was fighting with the decision to black out and jump on the social worker, but thought better of it knowing the ending result. She couldn’t believe she had just snapped the way she had, but the social worker had pushed one too many of her buttons. She knew the lady could have taken things to the next level and made matters worse, but Teflon was not appreciative at all toward her making light of the situation. She was flaming inside and knew someone would pay dearly for how she felt.
“Come on Treacherous,” the escort said, putting his arm around him.
“Bye Mom,” he said, waving. His words were like a fist that had just squeezed all the life out of Teflon’s heart. Before she could respond Treacherous was whisked out the room.
“Ma’am,” one of the security guards reached.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” Teflon roared. She snatched away from the man and made her way to the door.
Rich was parked alongside Teflon’s bike when she came out of the state building. He could see by the look on her face something was wrong. By the time she reached him she had just wiped her last tear.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“These muthafuckas playing games,” she shouted.
“Whoa, what happened?”
“They don’t wanna give me my fuckin’ son, that’s what happened.”
Her voice echoed in the air as her words boomed out her mouth. Rich was hoping that wasn’t the case, but had expected as much. When he’d first come home, aside from keeping track of where his grandson was being shipped to every time they transferred him, Rich had also run into a dead end and brick wall trying to find the best way to gain custody of Treacherous. Many times he was tempted to take a different route in getting his grandson, but sided against it, thinking Teflon would be able to come home and have a better chance. He realized he was wrong. He was now glad he had stuck with what he had been looking into for the past eight months figuring it he might need it for a rainy day. A thunderstorm had just hit their family and he knew that day had now come.
“What did they say?” he wanted to know.
“Fuck what they said. I want my son and if they don’t give him to me I’ma fuckin’ take him.”
Rich let her words resonate. Before he said anything he first wanted to be clear on whether Teflon
had meant what she had just said.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Rich, please don’t start preachin’ and shit to me. I want my fuckin’ son and I’ma get ’em by any means,” she spit.
“I’m not gonna preach to you. Let’s go home. We got a lot of talking to do.”
Teflon stared at him oddly. She couldn’t help but notice the same look in Rich’s face and tone of voice that his son had used the day he had filled her in on his thoughts that had changed their lives forever. She didn’t say anything. Instead she climbed on her R1 as Rich started his Harley. The two of them backed out and peeled off. The whole ride home Teflon couldn’t help but wonder had she been right about what she had picked up on.
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