The cool breeze blowing through the trees caused Jamal to shiver and chill bumps to rise on his arms. The gray overcast sky added to his feeling of loneliness and depression. Eric was gone for the weekend with his father and Tracy's parents were home.
There was nothing for him to do or nowhere from him to go other than home. His mother was at home and she would have nothing to say that would brighten his spirits. His only prospect was to get to his bed and sleep the miserable day away.
Janice, Jamal's mother was passed out on the sofa. It disgusted him how little she cared for decency. He heard the jokes in the streets about her being a slut, and he couldn't deny it seeing how she dressed and acted like a street whore. She lay practically uncovered in nothing but a shirt that was bunged up at her waist as she faced the back of the sofa. She was completely naked from the waist down.
Jamal felt little more than contempt for her. What kind of mother had she been? The feeling he got from her was that he was a mistake that she made that was constantly in her face.
He took the half empty bottle of wine and the extinguished marijuana cigarette from the ash tray and sat in the chair across from her. He lit the joint and smoked it while he drank the wine glaring at his half naked mother on the sofa.
He felt no more for her than some sleazy bitch that he would meet on the street. The butt-cheeks that she was so proud of and used to lure men stared back at him. He couldn't even count the number of old men she called sugar-daddies.
Jamal smoked the dope down to a speck of ash to the tip of his fingers, and finished the bottle of wine. He sat back in the chair and adjusted the crotch of his shorts as his gaze remained on his mother's naked ass.
"Fuckin' whore," he thought to himself as he adjusted his growing hard-on. "She would fuck anybody." His thoughts were active about the site in front of him.
He got up and put the empty wine bottle on the coffee table where he got it from. He could see her pussy peeking out from the back. He went around the table and knelt on the floor in front of the couch to get a closer look.
Janice had kept her pussy shaved. Jamal had overheard her boasting about how men liked it because it reminded them of a girl's pussy.
Jamal reached out a finger to his mother's cunt. She didn't move a muscle. He steadily pressed it slowly between the pussy lips into her warm wet opening. She did little more than breath deeper. He continued pushing his finger into her pussy until it was buried up to the middle knuckle. He held it still inside of her as he watched her breathing.
