Our mom is too trusting, too gullible for her own good. Well, that is kind of how she wound up with us. She trusted her father when he told her, because they were related, his sperm couldn't get her knocked up. I know the public education system in Louisiana isn't the best, but you would think an eighteen year old girl would know better.
When dear old Dad tried that shit on Aunt Theresa a few years later, Aunt Theresa didn't buy their father's load of horse shit. The minute she had her high school diploma in her hand, she got the fuck out of their house. Aunt Tiffany probably didn't buy the line of horse shit either. Instead, Aunt Tiffany bought the line of shit Uncle Jamal was selling. Uncle Jamal is trying his best to impregnate every white woman he can in the state of Arkansas and it started with nineteen year old Aunt Tiffany.
When Grandma found out what Grandpa was doing with their oldest daughter, she sent our mom to Lake Arthur, Louisiana to live with her sister. It was too late, though; our mom was already knocked up with my brother and me.
Our mom's Aunt Noreen owned a trailer park in Lake Arthur. It's a good trailer park; has rules and regulations about what can and what can't go here. Cars that don't run? You got a week get it fixed or get it gone. Siding peeling off? Get it fixed or get it gone. When Aunt Noreen died, she left the trailer park to our mom.
Our mom is a beautiful woman; men, and a few women are naturally going to try to take advantage of her. Her last boyfriend tried pretty hard to get our mom to let him have access to her bank account. Bad enough she was giving him access to her pussy.
My brother and I challenged Derek; how about he gives our mom access to his bank account? Could it be that he doesn't have a bank account? And could that be because he hasn't had a job in years?
Shortly after my brother and I managed to run Derek the fuck out of our lives, Mr. Joey and Miss Paula moved into the trailer park with a camping trailer. Rules very clearly say that a camping trailer is not allowed. But Mr. Joey claimed that it was temporary; they had a double wide on order. And our mom believed him.
It's hard to tell how old Mr. Joey's truck is. When's the last time you've seen an Isuzu mini-truck? The passenger side panel and head light are held on by duct tape. And our mom believed he has a double wide on order. If Mr. Joey can make it past thirty one days, he can claim we had accepted his camping trailer as their primary residence and therefore can't evict him.
We can evict him, but after thirty one days? It will take months going through the Jefferson Davis Parish court system. Whole time we're trying to evict him and that piece of shit trailer, he can sit there and not pay lot fees. And that lot could be going to a real trailer, with a paying tenant. So, my brother and I decided to take matters into our own hands.
Surprising what you can find on the Internet. We found two things of great interest when it came to Mr. Joey and Miss Paula.
"He had a felony DUI conviction," I said to my brother.
"So?" my brother shrugged. "Shit, we evicted everyone had a DUI, the park would be empty.
"A felony DUI. He had a conviction in Lafayette Parish," I said. "So, he did time in Lafayette Lock Up."
"Achilles," we both said and high fived each other.
Achilles Johnson was in Lock Up more than he was in his momma's house. My brother and I liked him because he was always good for getting us some Jack Daniels and some killer weed.
See, at nineteen years old? My brother and I aren't old enough to buy Jack Daniels. We're old enough to vote; that right there makes us dangerous. We're old enough to serve in the military, old enough to own handguns. But we're not old enough to buy a fifth of Jack Daniels? Achilles liked us two white boys because we didn't treat him like he was nothing but a convict nigger.
When we asked Achilles if he knew Mr. Joey, his big eyes got even bigger and he gave us his smile with his three gold teeth showing. Then he described Mr. Joey to a 'T' and we nodded.
"Yeah, I know 'Lips' real good," Achilles laughed, rubbing his dick through his pants.
"Lips? Why ya'll called him that?" I asked.
"'Cause, your boy had him some of the sweetest lips," Achilles laughed. "Didn't even put up no fight, just wrapped them lips around your meat and started sucking real good."
We drove back to our trailer park and Achilles laughed out loud when he saw Mr. Joey walking back from the mailbox kiosk. What happened next was priceless.
"Lips! What up, bitch?" Achilles called out.
Mr. Joey turned white as a ghost. Miss Paula and our mom was coming back from the above ground swimming pool, both in their bikinis and both looked at Achilles and Mr. Joey, real confused like.
"I uh, you must have the wrong guy," Mr. Joey tried to say.
"Hey, how you two fine bitches doing today?" Achilles asked Miss Paula and our mom.
Miss Paula and our mom just kind of stared at Achilles. Achilles turned and put his arm around Mr. Joey's skinny shoulders and gave him a big squeeze.
"Come on, Lips, let's go; which one these trailers yours?" Achilles ordered. "Got me a big load some man juice for that cute face of yours, hear?"
That took care of Mr. Joey. And what we found out about Miss Paula was she had her a husband in New Orleans was looking for her. We sent Mr. Bobby directions on where to find his wife and he thanked us. Then he showed up. Mr. Joey tried to stop Bobby from taking Miss Paula and Bobby beat the living shit out of Mr. Joey. And Achilles let other parolees and ex-inmates know where Lips was staying. Mr. Joey pulled a midnight move; hooking that trailer up to his piece of shit truck and pulling it the fuck out of our trailer park.
The other thing we found on the Internet was pictures of our mom. Like I said, our mom is gullible. We don't know who it was tricked our mom into posing nude, but we found some amateur site had three sets of pictures. Her at eighteen, belly big with us. Pictures at nineteen, beaver shaved nice and smooth. Pictures at either nineteen or twenty, big old light brown muff between her legs. My brother and I agreed; our mom was one sexy bitch. And the sexiest was when she was knocked up, belly all swoll up with us.
"Need get her knocked up," My brother said, pounding his meat.
"Yeah, I agreed, stroking my cock.
"Fuck@" my brother said, shooting his wad into a pair of our mom's panties.
So we decided again we would have to take matters into our own hands. We started tracking her time of the month. We also kind of started being a lot more touchy feely and even kind of grabby around her. She's real beautiful, long blonde hair, big brown eyes, pouting lips. Her boobs are pretty big too; her bra says 38DD. Her hips and ass are kind of wide and her legs are thick.
"Okay, Tuesday? That's when she's probably most fertile," I said, grimacing at the taste of diet orange soda and Jack Daniels.
"Okay," my twin nodded. "So, who gets to knock her up?"
"Don't know. And, remind me again; why'd we get diet orange? Diet sucks."
We decided to cut cards; highest gets to pound her pussy. I wonder if she still has that big old monster bush or has she figured out how to trim it.
"Ha!" my twin smiled, showing me the queen of diamonds.
