BOMAW 7-9

by Mercedes Keyes

  "Shawn! Calm down! What is wrong with you?! If you didn't want to waste your day - you didn't have to do it Shawn! I could have waited for these boxes! Don't start a fight with Jake because you feel everything has to be done according to your schedule!"

  "Did you not ask me to get them for you?! Did you not?!" He demanded.

  "All you had to say was no! That's all Shawn! I didn't make you go and get them! I'm sorry as hell now that I asked! You better calm your ass down so you don't go across the road snappin' at your wife! MOVE! Get off the trailer, I'll finish unloading it myself - ASSHOLE!!!" Shanna shouted at him and went to grab a box.

  Shawn grabbed her arm.

  "I'm sorry... hey... I'm sorry. I'm wrong... okay? You're right. I just... I just want you set up. You know how I am, every day counts, I hate taking a whole day to do something. Forgive me?" He softened up.

  "Of course I do. I just don't want you startin' in on Jake. Leave'em alone Shawn. You know how Jake is, when it comes to him, its best not to expect anything."

  "That's what's wrong with him! No body expects anything of him! Everyone just over looks his lack of trying! He doesn't even fuckin' try! I - never got away with anything, he - fuckin' gets away with murder!"

  "Dont' say anything to him Shawn please! I don't want you two fighting! Come on, go home and chill, I can finish this."

  "No you're not, these boxes are heavy. I started it, I'll finish it. When I'm done, you can unpack them at your leisure. Go help Sylvia with dinner, I'm starving."

  "Why didn't you stop and get yourself something to eat while you were out Shawn?"

  "Because I'm sick of fast foods! Go tell my wife I said hurry up and get some food done."

  "I am not! You must be in a mood to argue tonight! If you are, say so now, I will go and get Angela and we will get the hell out of the way!"

  "Go! Let me get done."

  Shanna did as he said, making her way quick back to the house, she walked into the basement where Sylvia was cooking. "Well I can tell you now. Shawn is in a bad mood. And he's hungry! He just bit my head off! Threatened to pop Jake when he shows up-..."

  "Ugggh! He better not come back here with no mood on at me!"

  "What you want me to do? I'll help you cook!"

  "He better not piss me off! Because I won't cook!" Sylvia fussed.

  "Oh please Sylvia - cook! Please cook! He's ever so mean when he's hungry! Let's just get him fed and all will be okay."

  Shawn finished the last box. Using his shirt, he wiped the sweat off of his face. He closed Shanna's door, came down to the SUV, got in, started it and pulled it away from her door further over into the grassy area. Turned it off and took a deep breath. He needed to eat. He also needed to forget his conversation with Christine. It had been bugging him all day. Frustrating him all day. She had him pissed off. Jake had him pissed off. He was so mad he pissed himself off. And he needed to calm down, because the last thing he needed was to go in and piss his wife off. She had an attitude he just couldn't cope with right now. He got out of the SUV, locked it up. Went across the way home, straight into their bedroom, into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

  Shanna and Sylvia stood with their eyes rolled up to the ceiling listening to him enter the house and get into the shower. They both looked at each other and said at the same time, "He's trying to calm down."

  They burst out laughing, because they both knew him and the last thing either of them wanted, was him coming downstairs grumpy and no food ready. Despite the ability to cop an attitude, Sylvia didn't want to. She hurried and got his dinner on the table with Shanna's help. She quickly sautéed Orange Roughy fish fillets, seasoned with Lemon Pepper in butter until golden brown; stir fried some prepared vegetables that she and Shanna chopped earlier before they left. While Shanna did the Chinese noodles.

  When he came downstairs, they had the table set and Sylvia grabbed his plate and made it right away. He looked at her and then at Shanna, next at his daughter. "What?" He asked all three.

  "Foods done, you can eat." Sylvia stated. "You okay?" She asked.

  "Yeah." He answered, walking to her, he kissed her brow and looked at the spread, maybe he shouldn't have said it, but it was the truth, he didn't mean anything by it.

  "You cook that?"

  Sylvia looked from the table at him, "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

  "Nothing except I'll be hungry again in an hour!"

  Shanna winced, Angela's eyes got big, and Sylvia threw her hand on her hip and announced, "In that case, you can eat it again in an hour! Or better yet, how about you plan out a menu of what you would like to eat, and I'll cook only that from now on! That is, when you get it done. Until then, from now on, I'll ask you what you would like to eat, I will no longer assume what's good, and what you might like. How's that?! Okay?"

  "I shouldn't need to do a menu! You should know me by now! You should be anticipating what I want to eat! I'm hungry! And that's not gonna fill me up! That's all I'm saying! But I'll eat it!"

  Sylva was so frustrated her sarcasm shot to the surface; she threw her hands into the air waving and cried out dramatically, "Oh please massa massa - no massa no, don't eat that!" She dropped to her knees and grabbed his shirt, begging, "Oh please massa massa I sho' is sorry! I be'ah good house wench from now on, I swear I will! Lord he ain't satisfied, he gone beat me!"

  Shawn's face was on fire, he couldn't believe she'd done such a thing to him, and in front of his sister and daughter at that. Angela sucked in shocked and Shanna bit her lip as hard as she could to stop herself from laughing out loud at her brother's obvious discomfort.

  Through grinding teeth, Shawn pleaded through the side of his mouth, "Get - up off the floor, you've made your point." Then turned away from her, sat at the table, picked up his fork and began eating.

  Sylvia stood up, dusted her knees, looked at Shanna and winked. Licked the tip of her index finger, and marked her invisible score board.

  Chapter 153

  Shawn stood staring at his wife's back, thinking. She was doing the dishes, cleaning up after dinner. He felt like a heel. As it turned out, he'd enjoyed his dinner because she'd made plenty. In his gut, he knew he carried on the way he had because he was frustrated with the outcome of his visit with Christine. He almost -almost went into his office to work on the cover designs he was responsible for getting out. Meaning, avoiding telling Sylvia about what was going on, and the fact that he'd gone to see Benjamin's mother. He couldn't do it. To do that, would set up a cycle chain of events that would cause a rift between them. He didn't want that. Leaning as he was outside the office door allowed him a clear view of her, his head tilted sideways to get a good look at her rear, and he could swear it was wider than he remembered. He chuckled loud enough for her to hear him. Sylvia glanced back over her shoulder, "What? What you grinning about?"

  Shawn uncrossed his ankles and stood away from the door, approaching his wife from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. "Dinner was delicious, Florence!"

  Sylvia laughed, she couldn't help herself. "That'll teach you to mess with me!"

  "I'll never be able to watch the Jefferson's again without thinking about that. I'm sorry for the bad mood."

  "You're forgiven." She stated, feeling cozy and loving the feel of him behind her as she continued to do the dishes. There was no dishwasher in the basement; she didn't mind doing them by hand, it relaxed her, she had a routine about how she cleaned, so she was content. Especially with her husband standing right up against her back, kissing, squeezing and holding her the way he was.

  "You know what?" He asked softly, kissing her temple.

  "What?"

  "You haven't told me that you love me all day."

  "That could possibly be due to the fact that you've been gone all day."

  "Good point. How about I help you get done in here, and we go for a little walk? Would you like that?"

  Sylvia twisted her upper body around to look up at him. He smiled,
leaned down and kissed her nose, then her mouth. She could feel him stirring behind her, a definite hardness that wasn't there a moment ago, was making its presence known. Unable to help himself, he pressed against her rear. "Stop it, none of that now."

  "Now you tell me; how am I suppose to control that?"

  "It may have something to do with you pressing it against me." She suggested.

  "Gr-r-r-r-rowl." He gave a low, rolling sexy growl, making Sylvia laugh out.

  "So, what'a'ya say? Go for a walk with me?" He asked again, one hand on her hip, caressing back and forth from her lower tummy to her hip, while his other hand cupped her breast and teased her nipple with his thumb, it beaded up to a hard point.

  Sylvia felt the need to squirm a bit and gyrated her bottom against his groin, trying to get his hand away from her breast. "Shawn, stop it..." She ordered half-heartedly.

  "I'm get-ting harder." He warned, grinning and chuckling in her ear, his body shaking with his laughter as he noted despite her telling him to stop, she was turned on. "Would you stop? One of these kids gonna come in this house, and then what you - ACH - Shawn!" She gasped as he slid his left hand over her groin and his fingers into the heat at the top of her thighs, rubbing her there.

  "I bet if I rubbed you right, oooh - yep, just like that, I could make you come right here and now, what you think?" He asked, whispering it in her ear. Sylvia whimpered. "I'm trying to do the dishes Shawn, let me get - oooh, stop it... let me get the dishes done."

  "Let me make you come. Let's go in my office, I'll lock the door."

  "No, Shawn... ach! Ohhh God... you know what the doctor - ohhh, said... just a few - times, ach, a week... oooh, God! Stop ... don't rub me like that!" However, her words contradicted her actions, because her pelvic grinded against his fingers as her thighs squeezed and held them.

  "That move there, baby, tells me all I need to know...I won't go in you this time. I'll just make you come... come on." He coaxed, stepping away from the sink, gesturing with his head to follow.

  Sylvia whimpered because she was swollen, throbbing and wet. "Shawn, the kids!"

  "If you hurry up, I'll take care of it and it'll be over." He urged pulling her, her hands wet with dish water, by the wrist into his office.

  "That's a good girl, come on... step into my office." He invited, lust oozing from him and encircling her while using a voice Sylvia had never heard before. Her heart was tripping over double beats. Sylvia wanted to stop him, but couldn't, she was too turned on to stick to the no. Sure enough, he pulled her inside, locked the door, turned back to her, grabbing her against him and starting kissing her in a hurried desperateness that at first took her breath away. Feeling high on him and her life with him, all the crazy sensations made Sylvia giggle in his mouth. "You are so crazy - Shawn... you act like you don't ever get it!" It was tickling her, she started laughing, nervous and giddy as he reached to undo her pants. Looking down at the fasten on them and grinning up at her. "You laughing now, you won't be in a minute." He threatened, winking.

  "Uh-oh ... what you gone do to me?" She teased flexing her brows, and then cracked up as he pushed her pants down to her ankles, picking a foot up to take them off. She had to balance on his back and was about on the floor with laughter. "Get over there to that desk." He instructed, as they scrambled with Sylvia in helpless tears of mirth. She'd never done anything so daring. Shanna was across the road unpacking, and could return at any moment. The kids were out in the backyard. Angela, Crystal, and the boys. Mundo was across the road, playing his music in the Blazer loud as could be. Two of his friends were there with their rides as they washed them, vacuumed them out, and enjoyed the day. It was after all a little after six in the evening, still daylight, everyone was in and out of the house and here she and Shawn was, trying to get it on in the basement before someone came in and interrupted.

  He was right ... she was no longer laughing. She was gasping to catch her breath, while her husband had her shirt unbuttoned, with her bra unfastened and pushed up baring her breasts where he was busy tonguing, lapping, and sucking. His other hand was at her crotch, his fingers rubbing and spreading the moistness from between swollen-soaked lips to over the top of her tender nub, making her gasp, her hips jerking back from being so sensitive there.

  "Shawn!" Sylvia cried, holding onto the desk as he pulled her to the edge of it and went to his knees; tossing each of her legs over his shoulders to hang down his back to get her as close to his mouth as he could, using his fingers and tongue on her.

  "OH GOD - LORD JESUS... SHAWN!!! OH MY GO-O-OD!!!" Sylvia clamped her teeth onto her bottom lip after shouting out, his tongue entered her as far as it could go, and then twirling as he backed out to lick firmly against her, letting the tip flicker up and down, side to side in a dance around her sensitive clit. Sylvia's head shook so she thought she would go insane. Quivering shocks, like tiny electrodes began shooting at that area. She whimpered, with a keening deep in her throat as his tongue entered again, repeating the exquisite torture. Licking and sopping at her so, his head was in motion as if addicted to the act, intent upon extracting the honey.

  Sylvia's head shook again, "Ohhh, Shawn... stop... I can't take this - sh-sh-sh-shit - oh hell! Ohhh God, please!" She reached to push his head away, his tongue applied more pressure. Those little electrodes were at a maddening level, building so she bit into both top and bottom lip to seal her mouth. A shocking high voltage burst within her, forcing a scream from way down deep in her throat, as her lower region in the throws of orgasm sent jolts of uncontrollable quivers, making her jerk and flinch, trying not to scream it was so powerful, surging down her legs to her toes and back up again.

  Shawn gave her a moment to ride the endless waves, kissing along her inner thighs, breathing hard, and hungry, he dipped each shoulder dropping her legs off so he could stand. While she was still sensitive, he had to enter her just a little bit. He removed his hard length, rubbing the head against her, soaking himself in her liquid heat, his large hand stroking his length as he used his head against her, rubbing her as with heightened sensitivity, she floated back to earth. Shawn felt himself building, he moved his hand all the way back to the base of his thick phallus and allowed only the head and a few inches to enter her body, trying not to let go. He knew he shouldn't enter her completely. Sylvia braced her hands on the desk, lifted her feet to his shoulders, placing the backs of her ankles there to give him greater access. Shawn threw his head back and groaned out loud. "Ohhh my God! Yeah...keep it right there baby, right there." He coaxed, as he pumped slowly up to halfway, rubbing her there as he did. Sylvia was so sensitive, any touch made her gasp and whimper. He ignored her hand trying to move his away from touching her, he was in charge when it came to this. He was too into the act, not satisfied until he made her come again. To hell with the rush, the door was locked and he was on a high. Loving her made him high, made him a bit hungry. So in love with this woman, when he had her as she was now, he didn't wanna give it up, didn't want to stop, he didn't give a care about anything else but what they were doing.

  Sylvia's lower body was jerking with spasms that made her cry out, "Shawn, pleeease... no-no-no-nooo!"

  His thumb stroking her, the sensation forced her hips to rotate and roll onto him, she had no control over her body, her head dropped back, her eyes seeing lights because she was about to come again. "SHAWN!!!!" She whimpered as if she was about to cry. "Oh God, help me... it feels so good! Shawn! I'm gonna cum again!"

  He kept it up, rubbing her nubbin with his thumb as he pumped a bit deeper each time, so close, so on the edge, almost there and ready himself. The incredible sensations of her drawing on him, rotating around him, sucking him deeper spearheaded his need to release, she screamed in her throat again the exact moment he blew his load. "Fu-u-uck..." He grunted, trying to keep the exclamation in his mouth.

  Shanna and Crystal stood at the door of the office listening, their eyes as wide as saucers, both hands clamped to their mouths covering it in shock.
Trying not to laugh out. Thankfully, Angela and the boys were in the house across the road. Crystal had met Shanna on the way. Upon arriving at the back stairs leading down into the basement, the first thing they heard was Sylvia screaming her prayer to the Lord Jesus! Making her and Shanna stop - shoot a look of surprise, then both of them eased in quietly, boldly moving to the door to listen, fighting back laughter, and admittedly a bit turned on by what they were hearing. Crystal couldn't close her mouth, she was so stunned, having never heard her mother and Shawn have sex before. They could hear the conclusion and holding their hands to their mouths with all their might, they rushed back across the basement to make a quiet exit. They got outside, ran to the front of the house, and died laughing. Until Shanna sobered enough to say, "Hell, I need a man."

  "You know if they'll give me a divorce still, if I screw my husband one more time?" Crystal asked. Shanna shook her head laughing, "Just get it out of your system before you file!" She advised smiling, "We aught to be ashamed of ourselves! That's my brother and your mother! Now I understand why all the girls were after him... him and Jake! Lord! No wonder! Wait until I tell momma! She'll love it!"

  Oblivious to them, Shawn stood, holding his wife. Who, with her clothes parted and pants hanging from one ankle, held onto her husband; he was standing there bare-assed with his pants and briefs down at his ankles. Sylvia had her arms around him, holding on tight, sitting with him between her legs, her body trembling from the onslaught, with her head on his chest. Shawn was holding her just as tightly.

  "I love you. That's for this morning. I love you. That's for this afternoon, and I love you." She announced, feeling rather drowsy.

  "And I love you more. I'll be an old man of eighty, still wantin' to get it on with you, even if I can't. I'll just have to talk dirty to you."

  Sylvia chuckled, "Mr. McPherson, we're sure having an awful lot of sex lately, any idea why that is?"