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Jazmine's Problem	By : TheMidnightTalebearer Category: +1 through F > Boondocks, The Views: 2802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-You've Got Trouble
- 1
“Wha'chu thinking' bout, nigga?” Riley asked abruptly, scratching his side and letting out a lazy yawn. It was somehow audible over the Eat Dirt video that was blaring from the thousand dollar smartphone in his hand.
“How not to get caught stealing and go to jail,” Huey shot back in a voice dripping with exasperation. “Now turn that down before I tell Granddad.”
He turned to glance at his brother, who was wearing sweats, socks, and an undershirt, and found him lolling in his bed, where he’d been for the last two hours.
“Stop snitchin'" Riley replied at once, “and how you just gonna assume I stole this? I know two rappers.Gangstalicious could have sent it!”
“Did Gangstalicioys send the blueprints too?” Huey demanded to know. “The ones under your bed that show where you and Ed the Third met?”
“Those are...old. Yeah. Those are from weeks ago when Ed and Rummy tried to Rob that bank. Alegedly,” he added quickly.
“Riley! Hanging with those two is gonna get you in real trouble.”
“Man, why you always gotta be hatin’, Huey? Ed and Rummy just tryna have some fun!”
“It’s all fun and games till the police show up,” intoned Huey darkly, turning back to his computer.”
“Man, I wish those punks would try to step to me. I’ll snatch their guns and smack’em with my dick! Nigga, I’kk shoot’em in the ass wit they own damn guns and take their car on the way out. I’m Riley Esco, son!”
“Hey, Granddad,” Huey answered this speech, turning and waving at a point above Riley’s head’
“Huh? Where?” Riley asked shakily, turning quickly. His expression was eloquent of naked fear.
“Ha! Watch your mouth, punk,” returned Huey.
“What are you working on, nigga?” Riley sniped, trying to hide his embarassment.
“I keep trying to tell people the truth, but Granddad says they’re not ready for it. There can be no revolution if the people aren’t conscious, so I gotta do something to wake them up. I’m working on a plan to take over the African American studies class at school and teach some real African history.”
“More nerd shit,” Riley groaned.
“That’s a great idea!” another voice interjected. Both boys turned at once, surprise written all over their faces, and beheld a flustered Jazmine pushing her way through the door.
“Jazmine, what are you doing here?” Huey asked, trying to be patient. I bet Heuy Newton never had all these interruptions.
“Your granddad said it was okay,” the girl explained. “I came to find out if you want to play-”
“I can't right now, Jazmine. I’m busy. I gotta find a way to lock the teacher out of the classroom.”
“Well...maybe if you take a break, you’ll think of something. Come on. We can watch TV at my house.”
“I’ve gotta get this done. Besides, TV is how the government brainwashes people.”
“Not everything is a conspiracy,” Jazmine sighed. “Why stay in here and be miserable all day?”
“Cause he’s a nerd,” Riley cut in. “But I’ll play with you, Jazmine,”
“Uh-uh. Last time you hit me right in the head!”
“Riley!”
“Allegedly!”
“I know it was you!”
“Y’all ain’t playing your little games near my Clarence Carter records, are you?”
“No, Granddad!” both boys responded.
“Look, Jasmine. I’m sorry, but I’m really busy right now...”
Jazmine sighed heavily.
“Can I at least help?” she asked. The look in her soft eyes was a mix of pleading, fustration, and anger.
“If you get involved, you’ll get in trouble.” Huey replied, shaking his head.
Jazmine glared for a moment, stomped her right foot, squirmed a bit, and was off in a huff.
“You kinda cold, son,” Riley said, scratching himself and ststring a new video.
“Hush,” Huey replied, turning back to his computer.

Sarah DuBois was locked away in her den, ejoying a rare moment of solitude. These moments in her life were becomming rarer every day. Between work, and Tom, and raising Jazmine, she lamented that soon, she would have no time to herself at all. She was aware the time she had was brief. Jazmine was due home in half an hour. But half an hour was just enough time. Just long enough for her to get some relief.
Quickly, eagerly, she opened her laptop, calling up her favorite porn site with the skill of an expert. With no time to spare, Sarah didn’t bother browsing but went straight to a deepfake video of Usher pounding a wite girl. It was her favorite because the woman looked a lot like her and the man who played Usher was not at all gentle. Tom made her happy, and she loved him, but in bed, he bored her to tears.
The den was fairly soundproof so she didn't bother with headphones. Instead she yanked down her shorts and pulled off her top. At tmes like these, she never bothered with underwear. Exposed, Sarah yanked a ten inch black dildo out of her purse.
“Make me your bitch!” she hissed, starting the video.
All at once, the woman on the screen was violently shoved on a bed, and her crop top was torn to shreds in seconds. The man slapped and pinched the frightened woman’s tits before backhanding her and spitting in her face.
“Take it, Sarah, you stupid bitch,” Sarah groaned as she rubbed her pussy vigorously. “Beg him to violate every one of your holes. Your little, limp dick, husband hasn’t got you off in months, so stop trying to run, cunt, and take that fucking dick!”
The woman on the screen was readily acting on instructions. “Usher” had dragged her to her knees by her long, blond, hair. He was raming his cock in her mouth, a specimin so big that barely more than four inches went in. Heaving with lust, Sarah grabbed the thick dong beside her and began fucking her throat in imitation of the black guy on screen.
She stuffed her throat as deeply as she could, causing her entire body to spasm with the force of her gag reflex. Tears filled her eyes, and spit cascaded down her chin, but Sarah did not slow down for a moment. Her eyes were fixed on the woman being skullfucked before her. Being called a fucking slut as ever more cockmeat was rammed down her throat.
God, yes, you fucking bastard, own my whore mouth! Rape my goddamn throat with that fucking monster! Oh, shit! Give it to me! I don’t need to breathe! Use me as your motherfucking blowup doll! Fuck me! Pull my fucking hair while you pound my mouth! Harder! Do it fucking harder! This bitch hasn’t cum since Christmas! On the screen, the girl was suddenly shoved to the ground. When she sat up again, she was face to face with hairy man ass.
Sarah jammed three fingers in her sodden pussy as the woman pulled the black man’s cheeks apart. She dove in with gusto, making obscene slurping noises as her tongue forced her spit deep in his asshole. She sucked it out again as she licked, then spat it on the butthole before her, circling the entire rim before drilling her tongue deep in his shitbox. Sarah let out a gutteral groan of pure lust and let the dldo fall from her mouth.
The sex crazed mother yanked her hand from her cunt and shoved the absolutely drenched fingers into her mouth. She slurped with animalistic greed sending her tongue between her fingers along with perverse amounts of drool. Not merely satisfied with sucking, she forced her hand deeper until nearly her entire fist was lodged in her throat.
When she pulled it out a full minute later, thick ropes of spit clung to her fingers. It was then that Sarah let out a feral scream and made a fist, which she used to violently ream her twat.
“FEED ME THAT HAIRY ASS, YOU SICK FUCKING BASTARD!” Sarah screamed a the top of her lungs. She was way past caring who heard her. All she wanted at the moment was the orgasm she’d been denied for so long. “GRIND MY FACE IN THAT ASSHOLE. USE MY TONGUE AS TOILET PAPER! MAKE ME PLEASE YOUR SHIT CAVE LIKE A GOOD LITTLE WHITE BITCH! OH, GOD, ALL I’M GOOD FOR IS TOUNGE FUCKING ASSHOLES! FUCK! I WANT TO BE PIMPED OUT ON THE FUCKING STREETS! I WANT TO LICK DIRTY ASSHOLES FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! GOD! FART ON ME! FART DOWN MY GODDAMN THROAT! FUCK! HERE COMES THE BEST PART!
Sarah was more or less delirious at this point because the man was lubing up his cock. The woman on screen was begging, crying that it was too big, pleading with him to use her pussy instead. Her fear made Sarah hornier still, and her free hand mauled each of her plump C cup tits in turns.
“Shut up, you whining piece of shit! Be grateful you get lube, whore! I’d let him take you dry as a fucking bone!” Sarah growled viciously. And to demonstrate her point, she took up her discarded dildo, bent over, and slowly forced it in her ass.
A few seconds later, she was holwing with pain and pleasure. Her fist was pistoning savagely against her cervix. Eight inches of hard plastic were sawing in and out of her shitter and the woman on screen was screaming her lungs out with thirteen thick inches of cock buried balls deep in her ass.
“OH GOD! YES, YOU BEAST, FUCK ME! ASSRAPE THIS FUCKING WHORE! OH SHIT! RAPE ME! RAPE MY FUCKING ASS LIKE MY NEEDLE DICK HUSBAND NEVER WILL! STRETCH THAT FUCKING HOLE! THIS BITCH NEEDS TO GAPE! I WANNA GET FUCKED LIKE A GODDAMN AANIMAL! I WANNA BE A FUCKING FLESHLIGHT FOR THAT MONSTER BLACK COCK! I WANT TO BE A CUMRA USED BY HUNDREDS OF MEN! OH GOD I WANNA CHEAT! I WANNA CHEAT ON TOM WITH THE WHOLE FUCKING GODDAMN NFL! OH SHIT! I’M CUMMMING! AAAGGHHH...FUCK YES!....GODDAMN IT! I’M CUMMING LIKE A FUCKING WHORE!”
Sarah writhed on the floor like a woman posessed as hot, fiery, waves of pleasure seared her flesh inside and out. Pussy juice squirted around her fist like a sprinkler system in June, and thunderous farting noises filled the air each time the dildo came out of her ass. Electric currents ran through her so that her nipples and clit felt hotter than a candle’s flame. She began screaming incoherently as a second orgasm washed over her and suddenly, her mind seemed to snap.
Sarah forcefully tore the dildo out of her ass and yanked her fist out of her pussy. There was an audible pop and loud splashing sounds as a torrent of cunt cream hit the carpet.
The dildo was thickly coated in her shit, but Sarah rammed it in her mouth like a feral creature. She alternated between gaging herself and sucking her rancid shit off the toy or scraping it with her teeth. She would chew the bigger pieces, work them into a paste with her tongue, and swallow with the hunger of a starving dog.
She kept sucking like a maniac until a third orgasm hit her body like a ton of bricks. Exhausted Sarah simply collapsed in a heap and didn't move and inch for ten minutes.
“Shit!” she eventually groaned, closing her computer. “Fuck! Jasmine’s gonna be home any minute.”
Every inch of her frame was aching with weariness, but the thought of Jasmine seeing her the way she was moved her to action. It took a good deal of Febreze, Scope, and spot remover, but every trace of her actions she could find was soon gone. She took a quick shower and went upstairs, exausted, but finally satisfied. At least, that was, until she heard the sobbing that was coming from her daughter’s room.
Her sexual feelings were gone at once, drowned out by a mother’s care. She raced up the stairs to Jasmine's door and was just about to enter when her daughter started talking.
“How come I'm never as important as some silly conspiracy theory? I just want us to play together. Is that really too much to ask? Just once I’d like to hear “I’m so happy to see you,” instead of “What are you doing here?” when I come to visit. Sometimes I wish I didn’t, but I like him a lot. Why can't Huey just like me back?”
Sarah sighed a little, empathy swelling her heart, and knocked lightly on the door.
“Of all the little boys for her to have a crush on,” Sarah mumbled, shaking her head. “Jazmine, honey, are you alright in there?”
“Y-yes, mommy, I’m fine,” the girl hiccupped.
“You sound like you’ve been crying. Wanna talk about it, sweetheart?”
“Not really,” Jazmine answered quietly, and for a second of two, there was silence. “How do you make a boy like you?” she piped up at last.
“Do you have a particular boy in mind?” Sarah asked, walking in with a small, knowing, smile. Producing a tissue, she carefully wiped her daughter’s eyes before pulling her into a consoling hug.
“N...no,” she lied quickly, a little blush spreading across her face. Jazmine basked in the warmth and safety of her mother's arms. “I wanna know just in case, you know?”
“Is that what you we're crying about, honey?” she asked, gently rocking her child. “All you need to do is be yourself. You're such a special, amazing, little girl.”
“But what if Hu...I mean a boy doesn’t think I’m special.”
“Well, Jazmine, you are my little girl, and I’m so proud to be your mommy. I love how smart you are, how much you care about the world, and all the empathy you have for people and animals. And you're very pretty. Any boy who can't see all that isn't really worth your time. And I know it might hurt right now to have to move away from someone you're attracted to, but it’s vital you find someone who respects you and loves you for who you are.”
“Like daddy?” Jazmine asked quietly, mulling over her mother’s advice.
“Exactly,” Sarah replied brightly. “Feel better now, sweetheart?” Jazmine nodded into her mother’s chest. “Good girl,” she sai, kissing her daughter on the forehead. And she rose to go straighten out the rest of the house.
“Mommy? Why isn’t my hair pretty like yours?”
“Your hair is pretty, honey. Like a cloud in springtime. Sorta like Huey's,” she said as she left.
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