"I love all my kids...and their daddies too. The ones I remember." Margaret Stone

"Yesss Daddy!" she yelled out as she got fucked from behind by her husband, Demetrius Lee.

"Yes, baby!"

Age was only a number to her, and at sixty-six, she could throw it back like the young ones. That's how she caught a man fifteen years younger than her. Almost the age of her oldest child, Alixandre.

"Fuck me harder, Daddy!"

"Bitch, shut up! You do too much talking." Demetrius smacked her on the ass. "You know what, you need a dick in your mouth to shut the fuck up while I bust this nut."

Demetrius snapped and his friend, Greg Watson stepped up to her and pushed his hard dick toward her face. She readily gulped it down her mouth as he face-fucked her.

This was a regular with them. She was married to Demetrius, but Greg could have his way with her any time he wanted. She loved having two dicks at the same time so was glad her man liked to play the same games she played her whole life.

One dick, two dick, three dicks...her most at one time was six dicks. Two in each hole. Don't believe it, she was sure the guy that ran a train on her that night was the father of her youngest child. She did not remember their names, only that they were young and friends of her oldest.

She liked to teach young boys in the neighborhood the art of sex and many had their first time with her. She did not do underage. She was not a molester. All the young boys were at the height of their sexual curiosity. Always wanting to explore sex and not a simple missionary that only young girls would do.

Anal and threesomes, that's what the young boys wanted to try.

She wanted it all. All the nut she could suck and fuck.

Women hated her because their men wanted and did fuck her. She could care less if they were married, committed, single, bi, straight, or gay. If they wanted to dabble in pussy, she greeted them with legs wide open.

Sex was addictive to her. She wanted it all the time and never one man would do it. After many years and so many men, she never tried to count, she found Demetrius at a Sex Anonymous group when she was trying to get her life together. No more random sex with random guys.

Two of her daughters lost custody of their children at that time. She needed to get her life together and get custody of them. That was fifteen years ago and her youngest grandchild she still had custody of was seventeen and was off at summer school before her freshman year of college started.

She did well. She raised her grandchildren better than her kids. Of her children, only one went on to college. One was dead and three were in prison.

And one she wished was dead.

Greg started to vibrate in her mouth and he pulled out and spread his milky seed all over her face, just as Demetrius reached climax and dropped all of his seed inside of her. At least she could no longer have more kids.

"Clean up this mess," Demetrius said to her, pulling his pants up, grabbing the remote control, and sitting in his beloved chair in the corner of the bedroom.

"Yes, Daddy."

She loved Demetrius and knew he loved her. They made each other happy as they committed themselves to each other, not in a wedding ceremony, not the traditional one anyway. They were married, as far as she was concerned. She did not need a piece of paper or a ring to say so. He was her husband.

He was a good man, despite his sexual addiction. For fifteen years he stayed by her side and helped her raise her grandchildren whom they called her grandfather.

He was a good man.

"Do I get to fuck?" Greg asked.

"No!" Demetrius said to him. "You got your dick sucked, now pay me and get to stepping."

She grinned and whispered to Greg. "Next time."

She accepted the hundred-dollar bill from him, stuffed it in her bra then grabbed her pack of Marlboro cigarettes.

"You need anything else, Daddy?"

"I'm good baby."

She cleaned up the mess, lit her cigarette, and headed to the bathroom. She ran a shower, washed her body, brushed her teeth, slipped on a robe, and made her way out of the bedroom, leaving Demetrius with his sports or whatever.

The large house on Ruskin Avenue was in the heart of north St. Louis. Where bullets flew nightly and only the strong survived. It was not where she grew up. She was a long way from home in Alton, Illinois after her parents kicked her out when she was pregnant at fifteen years old.

Pregnant and all alone, she took to the streets and hustled to make money, screwing men that would give her a place to stay.

Her parents were well-to-do, from a very powerful political family, but they disowned her like trash and never mentioned her again to their circle. She would watch them on the news and it was like they did not have a daughter anymore, only her two brothers, the shining light of their life. They were too young back then to fight for her to stay.

And they never tried to find her since they were adults.

Not that they would ever look for her in the housing projects she ended up in. Birthing baby after baby after the first one. Barely knowing the guys' names that nutted in her nine months before she birthed them. It did not matter. Now she had a family that would love her. Her children were her everything.

Alixandre, her oldest, so rich and successful on his own. Starting a strip club business and using his smarts to become a doctor. If it was not for him she would not have been able to take care of all her grandchildren. The state gave her a little stipend, and food stamps, but that never seemed to stretch far so Alixandre sent her a monthly allowance as well they kept under the rug.

Tamra was a mess, but she still loved her. It was one thing to sleep with many men, Tamra seemed to fall in love with all of them and imagined one day they would marry her and stay with her forever. She was forty-eight and that had yet to happen, even after six kids.

Then her poor Rodney, who would have been forty-six, was gunned down when he was only sixteen. Never got to live his life into adulthood. He got caught up in drugs, something went wrong and another drug dealer shot him in the back of the head.

Keily was too much like her, with addictive qualities, except it was cocaine and crack. At forty-four now, she was finally getting her life in order. A little too late. Her three kids were grown and hated her for abandoning them. The drugs nearly ruined her life, but now she was trying to do right and wanted her children back in her life.

Brandon, her hot-headed son, always had a temper on him. Twelve years ago he nearly murdered a man with his own hands. He was forty-two and had two children that she never spent much time with after he went off to jail. She wondered if they even knew they had a grandmother that loved them

Risé had so much potential in life. Pretty, smart, and funny, everyone loved her. Till the drugs, she used to get over her depression after Rodney was killed got to her. There was no turning back from that after his murder. She coped with drugs and boys and ran away from home every chance she could. She could not rely on Alixandre to help, he was busy building his new family.

Risé, now thirty-nine, had two children twenty and seventeen, and she raised them for the last fifteen years. Those were her angel babies. They thought of her as mother and not G-Ma as her other grandchildren called her. Poor Risé, she never even tried to come back into their life and fix things, she could not stay clean for a long stretch of time.

Jalena in jail for a murder that happened when she was only twenty years old. Now serving life in prison at thirty-seven.

Trevor was thirty-six, in jail for attempted murder. He had been there for about eight years now.

Her baby, Roberto may be the youngest, but he was indeed the smartest of her brood. Never even attended college because he self-taught himself how to start a business and he was very successful with computers and things. He definitely did not get that intelligence from her, she struggled before she dropped out of school.

Whoever his father was, passed on the genius gene to him.

But that was not all of them.

"Mom!"

"In here!" she yelled out while in the kitchen, pondering what to cook for dinner.

"In where?"

"The kitchen." The house was not that big, she did not know why her daughter was always a space cadet.

Tamra walked into the kitchen and grabbed her in a hug. "Hey, Mommy!"

"What do you want?" Tamra only came around when she wanted something. Probably money. The woman never worked a day in her life...well, she hadn't either, unless sucking dick and throwing ass back counted as a job.

"Oh, I'm so in love right now!" she said. "I'm so happy, I want to share it with the world."

"You're pregnant again?"

"Mom!" Tamra chuckled. "I'm forty-eight years old, what would it look like if I had babies right now? No, I'm not. I'm a grandmother for heaven's sake."

"Doesn't really matter. You haven't gone through menopause yet, you can still get pregnant."

"Huh? Welllll..." Tamra let out a girlish giggle. "The man and we are at it every night and he wants babies."

She put out her cigarette in the ashtray beside the stove. "Oh, lord bless you have a pretty face because you're not that bright in the head."

"Mother!" Tamra said to her.

"Sorry, I kid." she was not. Tamra struggles a lot in school, made it by with Ds and Cs, dropped out of high school when she had her oldest daughter Nasir, and probably never picked up a book again in her life. "tell me about this new man."

"Ohhhhh!" she suddenly got extra excited. "He's handsome, rich, sexy...and loves me too."

"How's the sex?"

"Mother!" Tamra gasped as if she did not talk openly about sex with her kids since they were old enough to understand it. "It's not about sex with us, we just connect."

"Great. Well, bring him over sometime."

"I will." Tamra looked around the kitchen. "Where's Demetrius?"

"Watching his game."

"Oh, Mother, I need some money."

What? Didn't you just say your new man was rich and he loves you? Get the money from him."

"No, but look, I need my own money, see, I...I want to buy him something."

She was lying, but she would give her the money anyway. She reached into her bra and gave Tamra the hundred dollars she earned earlier. "That's all I have for now."

"Thanks, Mother!"

Damn shame she still supported some of her kids. She put money on Brandon, Jalena, and Trevor's books, and gave Tamra money often. The rest did not come to her for handouts.

Well...the one did. The one she hated saying their name. The one she never raised and gave away. The one none of her other nine children knew about but suddenly, they were back in her life.

They were not a Stone and did not have the family name, but did have their blood coursing through their veins.

A/N: Huh? Another Stone? Let's count, she has nine kids: Alix, Tamra, Keily, Cordell, Risé, Trevor, Jalena, Roberto, Rodney (deceased). And one she gave away?? 😲

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