“What’s up ma? What’s going on?”
Stacy smiled.
“Nothing much. I haven’t seen you in a while Dame.”
“I’m just out here doing my thing.”
“What thing is that?”
He smirked, “Getting money ma.”
She grinned, “Is that right?”
“So what’s up,” he caressed her arms. “You wanna dance?”
“Yeah, that’s cool.”
Stacy turned around and started to dance slowly to the music and Damien grinded up on her ass. Stacy had a fine ass body on her. She was a brown-skinned girl about five-foot-six and had a round little apple-bottom that he had dreamt about since 8th grade. She had a striking resemblance to the actress Lark Voorhies from Saved by the Bell. Stacy wiggled her waist on Damien’s crotch, and felt his hardness poke her ass. Stacy was a freak and he knew it as he cupped her titties, and she didn’t mind. They spent the next hour touching each other’s private parts as they danced. Pretty soon Damien had worked up a big enough hard on, and was ready to go somewhere with Stacy.
“Hey ma, let’s get out of here.”
“Where do you wanna go?” Stacy asked, already knowing where this was heading.
“Are your folks home?”
“Yeah.” Damien knew he didn’t even want to suggest his house with his mother there.
“How about we go upstairs,” Stacy suggested.
“Alright.”
They walked upstairs and found a spare bedroom that wasn’t being used. Damien locked the door behind them, and Stacy sat on the edge of the bed. The music was still thumping downstairs.
“So what’s up ma? You got me all worked up and shit downstairs.”
“I had to make sure you had the right stuff.”
“Really? I’ve been wanting to get with you for a while now ma.”
“I know. I’ve missed you in school,” Stacy said as she opened her legs and showed Damien her pink panties.
“Damn.” Damien uttered softly.
Stacy reached under her mini-skirt, pulled down her panties, and began to rub her clit. She licked her fingers, and then rubbed her clit some more. Then she slid her fingers inside of her vagina. Damien just stood there in amazement. He had never seen a girl play with herself in front of him before.
“So are you gonna come get some of this pussy?” Stacy purred.
“Hell Yeah,” Damien droned as he walked up to her and pulled off his top.
He knew that Stacy was obviously more experienced then him, but he wasn’t going to let her know that. Stacy undid his belt and slid his pants and boxers down around his knees, and then she gripped his big dick. She started to rub his hard penis and found herself getting wetter while playing with it. Then he felt a warm and wet sensation and nearly came immediately. He held on as Stacy took his him in her mouth. She slurped and licked the tip. He had never got head before, but he knew this wouldn’t be the last time. Finally, Stacy let him go and he grabbed a condom out his pocket. He swiftly put it on as Stacy took off the rest of her clothes and lay back on the bed. Stacy opened her legs and Damien slid himself deep inside her wetness. It was so tight and warm between her walls that he nearly came again. Stacy knew she had him and began to buck up and down, which forced him to grip the sheets.
“Get this pussy baby,” Stacy demanded.
Damien was trying to stay focused and not come too early. He was rock hard, and deep inside her warm and wet pussy. He continued to pump in and out, and it felt so good and tight. He was going to come too soon and he knew it. He had to stop periodically to catch his breath and stop himself from busting too quick. He didn’t want Stacy to think he was a minuteman. Stacy decided to take control of the situation, and rolled over on top of him. She began to ride him slowly as she slid her wetness up and down his dick.
“You love this pussy, don’t you?” Stacy teased.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “Shit, that feels good.”
The sound of the house party downstairs was still going strong as the DJ played The Scenario by A Tribe Called Quest. He was going to cum. She tightened her muscles around his girth as she bounced her ass up and down faster. She cursed and moaned and it aroused him even more. His dick swelled. He was almost in heaven. He felt an intense sensation like electricity come from inside her tight canal and through his dick.
“Oh shit,” Damien said as he bit his bottom lip and tried to hold on. Stacy swished her ass from side-to-side and he lost control. He groaned and came profusely in the condom. He shivered and squeezed her hips. The pleasure was so intense. Stacy smiled at her work. She got up off of him and started to dress herself.
“You were the bomb Dame.”
Damien wiped his forehead and said, “You were too. Where are you going, ma?”
“I gotta go. I’ve gotta get home.” Stacy took a pen out her bag, wrote her number on a piece of paper, and then gave it to him. “Call me sometime okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” She leaned over and kissed his lips, and then walked out the door.
He lay back on the bed still enjoying his orgasm, and not knowing what to think. She wanted to do was fuck him as bad as he wanted to fuck her so this was a win-win situation.
Ten minutes later his world turned right side up again, and he went back down to the party. Damien was still thinking about how good Stacy’s pussy was. As he posted up against the wall, he saw a light-skinned dude dressed really fly macking to a chick with a fat ass in a tight purple tube dress by the door. He was flashing a gold Rolex in her face. He had a diamond-encrusted crucifix around his neck. He wore a Coogi sweater, dark blue Tommy Hilfiger jeans, and the new red and white Jordan’s. He had a neatly edged dark Caesar haircut with waves. Flossing like that he had to have some money on him, Damien thought to himself. He figured he could at least get him for his chain and watch. This pretty nigga was gonna get robbed until the dude looked up as if he had a sixth sense. He stared right back at Damien as if he knew what he was thinking of doing. Damien broke the stare and looked away. What he didn’t know that light-skinned dude was Dwayne “King” Smith - an up-and-coming hustler coming through his little cousin Nard’s party.
Damien left the party a few minutes later before it really became a situation he would have to deal with. Besides, he was still feeling good after the way Stacy put it on him. He went back to the Taft Projects and up to the third floor where he stayed. The projects were a mess. Even though it was two o’clock in the morning, dope fiends and crack heads roamed the streets like zombies. Hustlers stood on the corner selling to whoever was buying. He hated going up the stairs, but the elevator had been out of order for months. Damien tried to hold his breath as much as possible to avoid inhaling the smell of piss. A rat scurried down the stairs past Damien. Crack-heads just didn’t give a damn about where they used their drugs. He stepped over used hypodermic needles, crack pipes, and garbage as he made his way to his apartment. Damien went inside the apartment and walked to his room.
“Yeah, that’s it. Do it like that.” He heard a man say.
Damien knew his mother must have some dude up in here. He walked down the hallway. He saw his mother’s door open and looked inside. He froze in his tracks as he saw his mother sucking some guy’s dick like it was a Slurpee. The foul odor of pussy and dick filled the air. The dude had one hand on her head as he guided her up and down his massive dick. Darlene was naked and sitting on the edge of the bed, while she continued to suck some tall dreadlock nigga off. Her head bobbed up and down his dick as if it was the last one on earth. Darlene saw Damien standing at the doorway looking at them. She took the penis out of her mouth.
“What the hell are you looking at nigga? Can’t you see I’m in here handling some business? Close the Goddamn door!” Darlene yelled at him.
He shook his head, walked to his bedroom, and slammed the door.
“Come on baby, give me some more of that good head.” The guy requested.
“Just make sure I get some more of that boy
and I’ll suck the skin off this mutha’fucka!” Darlene retorted to him as she put his foul erect penis back in her mouth. For the rest of the night Damien was forced to listen to his mother fucking some nigga in the next room. It was just another typical Friday night at home.
2
Christmas in the Hood
December 1992
New York was going through another freezing winter. It was so cold that you couldn’t feel your face if you were outside for too long. Business was slow for Damien. He knew selling nickel bags of weed wasn’t going to give him any real money this time of the Year. Damien had also slowed down on robbing other dealers until he got a gun for himself.
Damien had started to hang out with Irv and Nard more. He knew if anyone could get his hands on some steel, it would be Nard. Leonard was his real name, but nobody but his mom called him that. Nard had his own style, which some may say is odd. He took everything he did to an extreme, from the way he dressed in loud bright colors to his over use of curse words. Perhaps he overdid it at times because he felt insecure. He was short, overweight, and he was also awkward with girls. Nard was a bit over the top, but regardless he was the hook-up guy to anything you could want. If it was bootleg movies, CD’s, clothes, TV’s, or guns. Nard knew where to go to get all of it. Damien met Nard at his uncle’s pawnshop where he worked part-time. Damien sat with Nard behind the counter in the dusty and cluttered store.
“So what’s up with the gat, Nard?”
He nodded and said, “Yo, I can get you whatever you need, but it’s gonna cost ya.”
“How much?”
“About three hundred.”
They started to walk back to his place. He gave him the side-eye.
“Damn son, you’re trying to break me? You can’t give me that five-finger discount?”
“Man, this ain’t like stealing tapes at the record store. I do know somebody I can probably ask about one.”
Damien nodded, “Alright my nigga, good looking out.”
Nard leaned in a little closer, “Hey, so tell me what happened with you and that chick Stacy the other night at da party?”
“Yo, shorty took me up to the room and broke a nigga off.”
“Word,” Nard grinned. “Damn, I’ve been wanting to tap that ass myself for a minute now.”
“Yeah, well if you do get a chance to hit that ass you better come correct son. Home girl don’t play with dick. She’ll tear yo' ass up.”
His eyebrows arched, “Damn it’s like that?”
“Straight up my nigga. You know a nigga like me broke that hoe’s back.”
Damien lied. He would never admit to anyone, and least of all Nard, that Stacy had got him sprung.
“Yo, I heard that she be messing with older cats too.”
“That might explain how ma had so much skill at sucking a niggas dick.”
Nard looked at Damien with a look of excitement as if he just got a present. “Yo, she sucked you off too!”
“Yeah, Shorty practically inhaled my whole dick. It was a little too big for her to deep throat though.” He lied again. Stacy had she schooled him.
“Dawg, you gotta put me on to her.”
He grinned, “I’ll see what I can do my nigga. You just make sure you can hook me up with that gat.”
“Cool, I’m a hook you up, Dame.”
Truth be told, if Damien wanted to he could have given Nard Stacy’s number, but he had no intention of sharing Stacy with him. He was just using her as motivation for Nard to get that gun. It was like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit. He wanted to hook up with Stacy again. No girl he had messed with had ever made him feel so good.
Damien hung out on the block selling weed for a few hours before he went home. It was too cold to stay out any longer, and nobody was buying. He hated going home.
‘I don’t wanna hear her damn mouth. She always finds something to scream about’, Damien thought to himself.
This time as he walked in the house it was different. He didn’t hear his mother at all as he walked through the living room and down the hall. He walked to her room and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed hunched over.
“Mom?”
Darlene raised her head, looked at him, and smiled. Damien knew she was as high as a kite. He saw the needle she used next to her on the bed.
“Hey baby, are you okay?”
“Yeah ma, I’m good.”
It made Damien sad to know that the only time she was nice to him was when she was high.
“That’s good baby. Are you hungry?”
“I’m alright ma,” Damien replied as he walked into her room. He stood by her and she rested her head on his stomach.
“I can cook you up some corn beef and rice.”
“It’s alright ma. Let’s get you in bed.”
Damien helped her up and pulled back the sheets of the bed as she got in. It broke his heart to see her like this.
“I love you Damien,” Darlene said as she dozed off to sleep.
“I love you too ma.”
It had been a very long time since he’d heard her say that to him. He didn’t even mind that she was high when she said it. All Damien really wanted to hear from her is that she loved him. Damien picked up the needle off the bed and placed it on the dresser. He was ashamed that his mother was hooked on dope, but he knew this was the only time she would show him any affection. It was like a double-edged sword that cut both ways. He didn’t want to see her whore herself out to these men that she would meet in the streets for some dope. If it meant the only way he could get some love he would have to become her supplier. It was a twisted way to get love from a mother.
Damien remembered how Christmas was a few years ago before his mother completely gave into her heroin addiction.
“Wake up sleepy head, it’s Christmas!” Darlene yelled at Damien as he slept in bed.
She bounced up and down on his bed and Damien stirred until he woke up. She was more excited about Christmas then he was.
“Okay mom,” Damien said as he smiled and then got up out of his bed.
“Come on Damien! You ain’t gonna believe what Santa got for you this Christmas,” Darlene said with a big smile on her face.
“Mom, I’m eleven years old. I know there ain’t no Santa,” Damien replied to her as he walked to the living room.
“And who told you that? So you’re grown now?” Darlene asked him. “So I guess you’re too old for presents then?”
“I didn’t say all that,” Damien retorted as Darlene hugged him.
“Good, ‘cause Santa left something you wanted all year,” Darlene stated and Damien looked under the tree.
He saw a big box wrapped in candy cane wrapping paper with a big red bow on it. Damien looked at Darlene and beamed with excitement. Darlene smiled back and nodded. Damien ran to the tree, grabbed the box, and started to rip the wrapping paper off. He opened the box and saw a brand new JVC cassette boombox.
“Mom, you got me a boombox!” Damien exclaimed with joy.
“No, Santa did silly.”
Damien jumped up and hugged her, and then said, “You’re the best mom!”
Those were the days that Damien remembers fondly. It’s a far cry from the here and now. For the next few weeks, he bought and supplied his mother with all the heroin she needed and spent more time at home with her.
“Right there ma?” he asked holding a needle in his hand.
“Yeah, that’s it. Right there, and do it slow,” Darlene said as he pushed a needle filled with heroin into the vein in her right arm. He decided finding a good vein in her arm to shoot her up was better than her sticking herself repeatedly trying to find one.
“Thank you baby. That’s it because you’re such a good son.”
In return Darlene in her euphoric high would treat Damien like the son she used to love back in the day. For Christmas this year Damien got his mother some new clothes and a microwave oven since she sold the last one a year ago for a hit. Somewhere in the b
ack of Darlene’s mind, she knew that this was wrong and twisted for her son to be giving heroin for Christmas, but her addiction to it wouldn’t allow her to stop. Damien gave her the hypodermic needle with the heroin already in it. Darlene’s hand trembled as she reached for it.
“It’s okay ma. You can take it,” Damien softly said to her.
Darlene smiled as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“You know one day I’m gonna kick this thing.”
“I know ma.”
Darlene took the needle from him and turned to walk to her room.
“Merry Christmas ma.” Darlene turned and looked at him.
“Merry Christmas baby.” Damien sat on the couch and thought to himself how much he loved his mom and how fucked up this Christmas really was.
Stacy Clarke was having a very different Christmas day. Stacy lived with her mother Thelma Clarke in a two bedroom apartment across town. Thelma had been divorced from Stacy’s dad Lloyd Clarke for five years now. Stacy’s mother was a registered nurse and Stacy enjoyed the freedom her mother’s long hours at work gave her.
“Are you sure you have to go to work tonight baby?” Eric, Thelma’s live in boyfriend of one year asked her.
“I’m sorry baby, but I had to trade with Joan in order to have Christmas morning off and to be with you,” Thelma said as she fixed her hair in the mirror. She was already dressed in her uniform for work.
“I know. Pretty soon I’m gonna open my own business and you’re gonna be able to quit this job.”
“Well until you do, I’m gonna hold my man down.” Thelma turned around and kissed him. Stacy rolled her eyes as she sat on the couch watching T.V. overhearing their exchange.
“Stacy, I need you to wash up those dishes tonight,” Thelma said to her, but Stacy ignored her. “Stacy, did you hear what I said?”
“Oh I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the T.V,” Stacy lied.
“I said I need you to wash up those dishes tonight.”
“Sure,” Stacy said sarcastically.
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