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“Yes Robert everything is good. I had a son.”

“That’s great. Did you have another kid?”

“No just the one.” Mrs. Mancuso didn’t feel a need to elaborate. Maybe she was uncomfortable. How can you be uncomfortable with someone you banged?

I looked down at her wedding ring. “I see you’re still married and of course you still look young and beautiful.” I leaned in and whispered into her hair. “You are still sexy as ever.”

“Robert.” Mrs. Mancuso looked around the produce area and now she was blushing.

“Renee.” I was a man now. I could use her first name. “Are you still handing out extra credit?” I winked. “I need a refresher course in Italian.”

“No more. That ended with you.”

“If I gave you my cell number would you call it?”

“That’s not the best idea.” 

“I want to lick your creamy thighs just like I use to. I’m older now. Renee, now I know what I’m doing.” I smiled. I was cocky. I couldn’t help it. My ego had a zip code of its own. My head got gassed up in junior high when I realized I had a bigger cock then the rest of the boys.

“You knew what you were doing back then.” She turned as red as the apples next to us. Mrs. Mancuso was flirting with me. Maybe. I remembered how she would let me finger fuck her in her classroom after school.

“So what’s up? Would you call me?” Please, please, pretty please.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

She said that already. “Sounds like a good idea to me.” I smiled thinking of spreading her legs wide and hooking them over my shoulders.

“Robert, I promised your mother that I would leave you alone.”

“My moms doesn’t have to know about it. It’s a phone call. That’s all.”

“You always want more.”

“Can you blame me? You were sexy then and you’re sexy now. You gonna call me and hook something up?”

“Robert I don’t know.”

“You know you want to.” I smirked as I pulled my baseball cap down further to cover the lust in my eyes.

“Do I?” She tried to contain her smile but I had seen both sets of her lips burn with desire for me. Why was she playing hard to get? Was it really because my moms had cock blocked me so many years ago. I’m a man now. Mrs. Mancuso had to see that.

“So I’m waiting. I can give you my cell number or I can make a scene right here in the deli section. I’m thinking I should yell ‘HEY LADY GET YOUR HAND OFF MY COCK!” I was smiling widely and trying my best to get Mrs. Mancuso to give in. “I miss you, all of you, especially the wet part.”

“Fine, Robert give me your number. I can’t have you shouting all over the grocery store.”

I put my number in her cell phone as she looked around and prayed not to see anybody she knew. I handed her back her cell and I noticed her sneak a peek at my junk. She wants it.

“Thank you Mrs. Mancuso.”

“Robert.” She nodded.

“Call me.” I smiled and backed away while she stood there observing me curiously.

I finished shopping and went home to crash. I woke up around seven and decided to stay in for the night. My boys were blowing me up. I ignored their calls. I dodged a few calls and a ridiculous amount of texts from Selena. I knew she wanted to come over but I had just seen her. I was tired of her and I needed breathing room. She won’t let me scratch my own balls.

I called Deja and we talked for three hours. I could never convince her to go anywhere with me. There was no way she would come over so all we did was talk. It was cool. She will surrender to my charms. That’s my word.

CHAPTER 3

A few days later I was summoned to my mom’s house. I took the dreaded walk across the driveway and around to the backdoor. I knew moms was mad about something but I had no idea what, could be anything. Sonia told on me for some god forsaken reason. Maybe my moms saw Selena or Teresa sneaking out of my apartment half-dressed a few nights ago. I didn’t know when they left. I was passed out. Selena knew better then to try to stay the night. I have to find out what moms wants.

Going over to the house sometimes felt like I was walking on death row. Moms was always busting my balls. I went in through the back door.

I entered the empty kitchen. Moms wasn’t in there.

“Mom!” I yelled and she didn’t answer. She just called me and her car is in the driveway. I walked into the dining room.  My moms was sitting at the dining room table with a somber look on her face.

“Sit.” She barked.

Okay, I did as instructed. What is her deal? “What up moms?” I tried to be playful and oblivious to her mood. But I knew this take no prisoners mug she had plastered on her face. This was the face of a mother about to twist her son’s balls.

“RJ I got a call from your old Italian teacher Renee Mancuso.” Shit! “She said she ran into you at the grocery store a few days ago.”

“Yeah, I did run into her, right there in the deli section.” Fuck! What did Mrs. Mancuso, Renee, tell my moms?

“I thought we agreed that we would stay away from her.”

“Did I agree to that?” I grimaced.

“RJ don’t get lippy with me.”

“Jesus moms, I didn’t go looking for her. You sent me to the grocery store and I just ran into her. It wasn’t planned but I couldn’t be rude and ignore her. You didn’t raise me like that and I could be her kid’s father.”

“What if you are?”

I shrugged. “So what if I am. I’ll never know. She doesn’t have any other kids. If that kid is mine maybe her husband is shooting blanks. If so that means I gave her more than just a few orgasms.”

“I should pop you one for saying that. It’s not a friggin’ joke.”

“I’m just being honest.”

“I asked you a serious question.”

“What moms?” Damn!

“If her kid is yours, then what?”

“Then nothing”…Was my moms waiting for more? Okay here goes. “That’s Mrs. Mancuso’s kid. If he’s my biological son then that’s great, I guess. I know he’ll grown up to be better than good-looking and he’ll have a lot of inherited swag.”

“Why is everything a friggin’ joke with you?”

I wasn’t sure what my moms was expecting me to say. I wasn’t ready to be a friggin’ father back then and I’m not ready now. Sure the timing matched up but Renee never came to me and said I was her kid’s father. So why speculate?

“RJ, I know that Renee’s kid is yours.”

I chuckled. “How do you know that?”

“I have pictures. Renee told me after he was born. His name is Frankie Jr. She sends me pictures a few times a year. Her husband thinks that Frankie is his kid.”

“Does Pops know?”

“Yeah he knows. I told him how generous you are with your sperm.”

“Why didn’t he say anything to me, man to man,
de uomo a uomo
?”

Moms laughed out loud. “You, a man. A man’s body, a goatee and a big cock don’t make a man.”

“Moms I got a job, a car and my own place.”

“On me and your dad’s property.”

“Whatever, so you’re saying that I have a kid.”

“No you don’t got shit. Your wayward cock created a life.”

“Are you friggin’ kidding me? I’m the last one to know. Way to keep secrets from your only son. I’m putting you up for mother of the year.”

“You little smart-mouthed shit. It was either that or I could charge Renee Mancuso with statutory rape. Her husband would put a bullet in your brain if he found out. I couldn’t tell you. You’re so stupid you might go and blab it to somebody. I was trying to protect my dumbass son. I’m not burying you because you can’t control your friggin’ penis. I should put a bullet in you for making me a fucking grandmother.”

I stood and walked over to my moms. Sometimes her little rants made me smile and this time I was grinning hard enough to break my face. I wrapped my arms around mom’s shoulders and pulled her into an embrace. I kissed her on the cheek.

“Thank you for keeping me out of trouble. I’m sorry I made you a grandmother. You look twenty-five. People think I’m your boy toy when we go out. Moms for reals, I love you so much. I swear to Christ I will try to control my big penis.”

“RJ you are such a friggin’ liar.” She quipped. I could feel the tension in her body subside.

I pulled back to look her in the eyes. “I’m sorry I said anything to Renee. I was just trying to get laid. I will stay away from her and the kid.” I grabbed my moms again and squeezed her planting another kiss on her cheek.

Moms struggled in my arms. “Got off me. I don’t know where your disgusting lips have been.”

I let go of her and smirked. She was so right. My moms knows me better than anybody. “I hear you mom. I brushed, flossed and rinsed this morning.” I put on a straight face although I wanted to laugh my ass off.

“RJ, stay away from Renee and her kid. You freaked her out in the store. She was very upset when she called me. She said you asked about the kid.”

My moms has Renee’s number and Renee has my moms number. I have a friggin’ four year old son.

“I swear I will stay away. I will, promise. Frankie Jr. is Mr. Mancuso’s son.” I meant that. I didn’t have any intention of interfering with Renee’s family. I liked her too much. She was good people. I would never rat her out for wanting to get banged by a younger man. Well I was really a teen at the time but I was down. I was hot for teacher.

Maybe when little Frankie is an adult or maybe if Mr. Mancuso died I would step forward. I know Mr. Mancuso is much older than Renee. I banged his wife and gave him a son. I did my civic duty. I’m good. They’re good. It’s all good.

I should have never stepped to Renee at the grocery store. She just looked so goddamn good. I hadn’t seen her in four years. Sometimes my mind says no but my body says fuck it.

“So moms, we all good?” I smiled.

“RJ I swear your drama is going to give me a heart attack.”

“Okay moms that’s a little dramatic. I may raise your blood pressure. I may cause a few heart palpitations but heart attack, never.”

“Get out my face.”

I pimp walked away but I know I put my moms mind at ease. I have a son and maybe I’m cold but I feel he is where he belongs. I know Renee is a good person, a good wife and a good mother. That’s why I wanted to smash her in the first place. She is one of those teachers that really cares about her students. She goes the extra mile. She makes sure you learn. I knew that she would make a good mother and I made that happen for her.

The fact is Renee didn’t molest me. I took advantage of her because she was a respectable compassionate teacher and a pretty hot woman. I wanted a piece of her pie. I fantasized about her insides while sitting in class and I crossed the line. I flirted, begged and I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I forced myself on her.

After I kissed her lips, straight deep throated her, slammed her little body against the wall and jammed my hand up her skirt; she was mine for the taking. She melted in my arms and came on my fingers. That day I had her wrapped up tight. Renee gave up and gave in. She had no choice. I wasn’t a scrawny little teenage boy. I had the body of a man, the swag of a man and the facial hair to make any woman overlook my age. Renee was all mines as soon as I got her pussy wet and oh I remember it being so motherfucking wet.

That kid of hers is my son but that’s the past. No need in reminiscing on the past. I have no regrets. I’m going to get that tattooed on my forearm. No regrets. I could put it right under my
nessum amour
tat.

I don’t know why my moms still worries about me even though I’m a grown man. I wish she would just chill. I’m going to fuck up. That’s a fact but I got a little bit of a brain in my head. I hope she understands that she is a good mother and she raised me right. I just chose to do wrong sometimes. I believe I will grow out of it and learn from my mistakes. I’m not going to be an old ass man chasing tail forever. But right now, right at this very moment, I love pussy and pussy loves me, lots of it.

Speaking of chasing tail, ever since Tess showed up at the job things have undergone a change. Apparently Kari was spooked by Uncle Mason’s wife. I understand why. They almost got caught cheating but the way Uncle Mason talked to Tess made it clear that he would cut off his left nut before he let Tess do anything to Kari.

Kari was safe coming here. It really didn’t matter to any of us but I guess it mattered to her. I hated she was gone. Her presence kind of lit up the office and it definitely put Uncle Mason in a great mood. I’m not sure where they were doing the nasty but it was obvious they still were together. Uncle was still acting cool. I think when he said he was going to the gym that was code for I’m going to see Kari. All that drama was theirs. I had my own drama. I had a kid out in the world that I had never met or seen. My moms offered to show me a picture of little Frankie. I declined. I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about it. I’m trying to just digest the initial shock factor of this revelation.

I was at home minding my own business. I was watching old episodes of Breaking Bad on AMC when there was a feeble knock on my door. I got up off the couch and slowly made my way to the door. I could have glanced out the window and looked to see whose car was out there but it was late and somehow I thought it was my sister.