Sharing black: Lies and deception (uncut version)

LAJORIA

9:22p.m. ( in the house)
“Jori what you doin’?” Sarita questioned. 
“Nothing” “
Well how about coming with me next Saturday huh?” she asked. 
“Robert’s throwing a party and he said I could invite some of my closest friends.” 
“Sure I’ll go.” I agreed. 
“Look Sarita I’ll talk with you tomorrow ok I’m kinda sleepy.” 
“Alright then I’ll talk to you soon.” 
“Alright” I said and hung up without saying goodbye. 

6:45a.m. (Home) Sunday 
“Jori” I heard my grandmother call through my door. 
“Yeah Big Momma?” I said still half sleep. 
“I’ll be leaving for church early today so you’ll have to fend for yourself this morning.” I was so lookin’ forward to Big Momma’s big breakfast. 
“Ok Big Momma thank you” I said and my stomach growled. I only had a bowl of cereal for dinner and I was starving. 
“Oh before I forget, we’re having company for dinner!” 
“Who Big Momma?” I questioned. 
“Sister Michaels and her family.” Sister Michaels, I remember her, she was the lady that gave out candy at church all the time to the kids. 
“O.K. Big Momma, did you want me to do something for dinner?” 
“That’s another thing that I wanted you to do. Here’s a list of things I want from the store. I need you to wash the greens, put the turkey in the oven, and make the corn bread fa the dressin’.” 
“Danm Big Momma we doin’ it up right huh?” she smiled. 
“I’ll leave the money on the table down stairs.” 
“O.K. Big Momma.” she turned, left out and closed the door. I got up, still a little sore from yesterday but I was able to walk better. I hopped in the shower and took a quick wash over and put on my clothes. I retrieved the note and the money off the kitchen table and jumped in my car heading for the store. 

8:09a.m. (Store)
I walked through the aisles and retrieved the items on Big Momma‘s list. I was looking at the items on the shelf to find the one Big Momma wanted then I heard some one ask, 
“Big Momma’s at church?” I turned around to see that it was Sister Michaels from the church. She was a hefty woman, she had tit’s and ass galore. 
“Yes ma’am” I said. 
“Good then I will see her at church then. I was going to ask her if she’d mind if I’d bring a peach cobbler to dinner.” 
“I don‘t think she‘d…” I was interrupted 
“Ma, this is all they had.” Black thundered from behind me holding up a can of peaches. “Ok baby, I need two more cans.” she told him. 
“Alright” he said and looked at me. “Ma did you meet my new girlfriend LaJoria yet?” he said and put his arms around my shoulders. 
“I ain’t yo’ girlfriend Black,” I growled, and pushed his arm off my shoulder. He laughed and walked away to get the other cans. 
“She wouldn’t mind if you bring it” I told her. 
“Alright baby, thank you” she said and a look of concern crossed her face. I smiled at her and walked away. I walked down the last aisle to retrieve the final object on my list. “You cookin’ Sunday dinner?” Black asked. 
“Yeah why” I asked him sarcastically. 
“I just asked cause I couldn’t wait to taste yo’ cookin’ so I can see if you’d make a suitable wife.” 
“What the fuck you talkin’ bout? I ain’t gonna be yo’ wife nor are you comin’ fa dinner.” I snapped. 
“Well I’ll just tell momma that you said that we can’t come to dinner tonight.” 
“Fine you do that!” I said and walked away. 

Black definitely got his looks from his dad, all except those gray eyes and dark smooth skin. I turned around to see if Black was still standing there but he was gone. I walked down the aisle to see if I could find him. I saw him standing in line behind Sis. Michaels. Black looked at me and tapped his mom on the shoulder. I saw them talking and then Black looked over and pointed at me. His mom looked at me and shook her head and said something back to him. He left the store with his mother . I checked out and went home. 

10:15a.m. (home)
I washed the turkey first, seasoned it and stuffed it into a baking bag inside a roaster. I covered it and put it in the bottom oven. I started to make the cornbread when the doorbell rung. I made sure I locked the door since Black made it a habit of entering the house without permission. I opened the door and Black was standing there with one rose, and a small box of chocolates. 
“A rose for a rose, and some sweets for my sweet.” he said and handed them to me. “Black what are you doing here.” I asked him. 
“I’m here to make a peace offering.” He stepped up in the door and kissed me on the cheek. 
“I don’t smell anything cooking!” he said as he pushed pass me. Just the smell of him made my nipples hard. He turned the corner to the kitchen. 
“Well I just started, Mr. Know-It-All.” He turned to look at me as I put the flower and the candy on the mantle. 
“So what is this peace offering you talkin!” 
“Well I’m finna help you cook.” 
“And what do you know how to cook?” I questioned him. 
“Well… fa starters I know how to make the bomb ass Kool-Aid.” he joked. I couldn’t help but to laugh even though I put on a mean front. How could I stay mad at this fool. My heart ached just to be near him. Could this be Love or is it Lust? 

“What are we having?” 

“Well…” I began “we are having greens, turkey, sweet potatoes, chicken n dressing, um…” I looked away. “Corn on the cob and now peach cobbler, Vanilla ice cream...” I finished and turned around. Black smacked one right on my lips. His tongue lashed into my mouth as he threw his arms around my waist and held me tight. I couldn’t get away from his kiss. He found my lips every where I turned my head. My pussy started to tingle. I uncontrollably took my arms and wrapped them around his waist. I too found myself kissing him. We backed up against the wall and like mad started to undress each other. I tugged at his belt as I tried to keep my lips locked on his, and he unbuttoned my blouse. Our breathing became heavy, rhythmic, and deep. His hands wrapped around my titties over my bra and squeezed them. 
“Wait, we can’t!” I interrupted and pushed him away. 
“Yes we can” he said and grabbed at me again. 
“NO!! we can’t,” I fired back at him. I turned away and started buttoning my blouse. “I have to have this stuff done by the time Big Momma gets home from church.” 
“Alright what do you want me to do?” he asked. 
“Well..” I said looking back at him and smiled “you could start with that bomb ass Kool-Aid you know how to make.” He returned the smile and grabbed the pitcher out the cabinet. 

I worked as hard as I could not to look at him, cause every time I did my pussy would crave his meal. It was already drippin’ wet from the tongue lashin’ he just laid on me. I threw the bread in the top oven and started on the greens. I washed the turnips first then the mustard. 
“Kool-Aid,” Black handed me as he stood behind me. I could feel his erection on my ass. I took the glass and drank the red drink. The glass looked so delicious in my hand, just to look at it made me hot. Or was it his dick on my ass? I don’t know. I took a sip. The sweet smooth taste slithered down my throat. 
“MMMM, it’s good.” I told him. 
“I know’ he said and kissed my neck. I lifted my glass to finish the drink. He then put his arms around me and pressed his dick up against my ass hard. He leaned in to kiss he placed on my neck and slid his hands down to my crotch. I choked. 
“You ok Jori!” he asked grabbing my arms and pulling me in close to him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I finished clearing my lungs and looked up at him. “Thank you, I’m fine now” I said and pushed at him. He held tight. I pulled away and backed up against the counter. He walked up to me, leaned over me and rested his hands on either side of me on the counter top. 
“Kiss me” he told me. 
“Move Black, I have to finish” I said and pushed him out the way. I pulled the cornbread out the oven and put the greens in a drainer on the sink. 
“Lets go into the T.V. room and watch something.” Black offered. 
“Alright.” I followed. 

He put in an old classic Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I took the clip out my hair and scratched my head and he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me over to him. He pushed my head back with his cheek and started kissing me. I instantly got wet again. He leaned in and pinned me down on the couch. 
“MMMM, baby you smell good.” he said and flooded my face with kisses. “Black.” I moaned as he went up my blouse to play with my nipples. 
“Big Momma will be home soon Black, stop!” He continued his exploration of my body. 

He pulled at the buttons of my shirt and tore them off. He snatched my shirt off and tugged at my bra. He lifted my bra up enough to put his hot mouth over my nipples. He let up just enough to take his shirt off. He took off his belt and threw it over the back of the chair. He undid his pants and tugged at mine. I pulled my legs out the pants and he collapsed over me again. 
“I want you so bad,” he whispered in my ear and rose up and planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth. His dick grew out his underwear and he took them off. He kicked his underwear under the chair and broke the strap on mine trying to get them off. After they fell to the floor he laid on top of me and pulled my leg up. He eased his hard cock in my pussy and I melted. 

I couldn’t believe it didn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday morning. His dick filled the entire capacity of my pussy plus some. In and out my pussy he went with his 12 incher. “Damn it’s good,” I moaned and returned his sloppy kiss. Just as I got into it, all of a sudden I heard the keys in the front door. 
“Damn Big Momma’s home!” Black snatched out my pussy fast and fell to the floor. I jumped up and help him grab his and my clothes. I pushed Black up the back stairs. We traveled so fast he stumbled over his clothes. We ran into my room and jumped into the bed. I covered up and he did the same. 

“Shouldn’t we be getting dressed?” he questioned. 
“No Big Momma’s cool,” I said and pulled him on top of me again. His dick was still hard. He pushed in and I came instantly. 
“Damn girl, you so tight I’m finna cum too” he said and dove deeper inside my begging cunt. 
“Here I cum baby!” he said and laced my sugary walls with his hot creamy icing. His stroke slowed down and I started cummin’ “I’m cummin too” I grabbed and pinched his shoulders as my pussy contractions milked the last of his nut deep in my pussy. 
“I like to feel you cum on my dick” he said and rolled off me. I laughed. 

“Knock Knock” I heard Big Momma say on the outside of the door. She opened the door and Black hid his head under the blanket. 
“Baby I just wanted to say a few things to you then I will leave you alone.” I laughed and patted Black on the head which was still unter the covers licking on my nipples. 
“Sure Big Momma”. 
“Well thank you for starting dinner for me and I’ll finish up.” she started. “Mrs. Michaels said that they will be here at around 6:00 and she will bring the cobbler.” “Ok Big Momma” 
“Oh and another thing” she continued, “Mrs. Michaels and I will need to talk to the two of you after dinner tonight so don‘t make any plans.” she said and threw Black’s underwear and belt into the room. She closed the door and left. 
“My momma would have shot us both if she caught us in bed.” he laughed. 
“Did she just throw my draws and belt in here?” he laughed. I looked at him and laughed too. 
“I wonder what she has to talk to us about.” he questioned. 
“What you think?” 
“I don’t know but well soon find out.” 

6:22p.m. (Dinner Table)
We cleaned up for dinner and came downstairs. Mrs. Michaels, her husband and their 12 year old son was already there. We walked in the room where everyone was and started blushing at the way everyone was looking at us. 
“Tyrell you sit there and I will start serving the dinner.” Big Momma said pointing at the chair next to the one I sat in, right across from the Michaels. Big Momma nodded her head towards my seat and I went and quickly took my place. I played with my nails under the table to keep from looking at the family around the table. 
“So, how long have you and Tyrell been dating?” Mr. Michaels asked. 

Mr. Michaels was a tall slender man with a bright complexion. Black didn’t look nothing like his father but his little brother Terrance did. The exact replica. 
“Uumm about 3 months” Black answered for me. 
“How come this is the first time we seen her?” he questioned him. 
“I don’t know.” he replied and looked at me. Big Momma brought in the turkey first. It was brown in all the right places. 
“Do you need any help, Big Momma?” I jumped up and rushed past her without waiting for a reply. I wanted to avoid any more embarrassing grilling his parents had for me. 

PART TWO COMING SOON!