The Enforcer (The Abbott Men Chronicles)

Chapter 1

TN JONES

Frayser Boy’s “H.C.P.”, the partygoers shouting the up direction, the speaker’s bass, and the brown liquor sat on me heavily.

I struggled to watch the twins, Hubbard brothers, and The Quad Ts enjoy the twins’ birthday party.

Sliding my hand down my face as if it would help with my intoxication, I felt my head lowering toward the glass table.

Once my head landed on the hot furniture piece, I groaned, “Gotdamn, I’m fucked up.

This the last time I get fucked up wit’ them goat-belly bitches.

Muffin mouth motherfuckas, make me sick.

I oughta shut this fuckin’ party down so everybody can go home, an’ I can ask fo’ help to the guest room.

Nawl, that ain’t a good idea either. The last time I asked fo’ help, King pooted, an’ we tumbled down the stairs. I might as well stay right here.”

Getting comfortable at the table, I kicked off my shoes. Exhaling sharply and settling into a peaceful rest, everything started spinning.

Fuck. The merry-go-round in town. Where my guh at? I’m ready to go home, I thought, trying to fight the spinneys.

Gourdon Banks’ “Keep You in Mind” had the tough niggas hooting louder than the broads. I wanted to laugh at the fuckas who didn’t mind pulling out their soft side when liquor and weed were in their systems.

“Sang that shit, Kingdon!” Tiberius cheered as the calmest of the Abbott men did his thing with the voice box his parents created.

The scent of Japanese cherry blossom and strawberries slid into my nose, causing me to smile and groan, “There go my guh.”

I was eager to feel Mona’s hands sliding around my neck, soothing me.

I anticipated feeling her glossy, juicy lips on my ear before she whispered, ‘I love you, Auggie.” Instead of feeling her hands in the places she always put them when I was faced down on a table, I felt her hands gliding across my hairy legs.

“Oh, shit, Mona. I ain’t in the mood to get my dick sucked. My stomach doing too much. You know I’mma tender dick nigga fo’ sho’ when too much liquor in me,” I spoke slurred as my words were drowned by the singers and the sensual song.

Mona’s tongue pancaked my ankles. Gliding her left hand up my right leg, she massaged my left calf muscle with her semi-cold right hand.

“That mouf I ain’t gon’ be able to handle, Mona,” I groaned, scooting toward the edge of the chair slowly so she could get her dick.

French kissing my knee, Mona unbuckled my belt.

My stomach caved from the gentleness of her slipping her hand into my drawls.

While she pulled my dick through the slit in my drawls, a soft and familiar palm was on the back of my head.

I prayed no one would try to have a conversation with me.

My fiancée was on a warpath to dog walk my dick.

The sweetest giggle ran from Momma Thea’s mouth when she said, “Why are you always the one to go down first?”

“I don’t have a goat belly like them,” I offered as Mona pancaked my dick head.

“I told you about letting them sucker you into all of that drinking, August Senior,” she chastised, placing something cold against my arm. “Drink this water. Slowly. Sit up.”

“They ain’t sucka me into it,” I admitted as Mona wrapped her tongue around my dick head.

“Okay,” she said warmly as I shivered. “I know the usuals didn’t pull you from the bottle because they are shit faced it.”

“After takin’ the bottle from me an’ tellin’ me to go sit down somewhere, they passed that bitch ‘round,” I voiced, toes curling as Mona flapped her tongue across my dick head.

“Good deal.” Momma Thea said, patting my shoulders.

“Mm,” I mumbled, wanting to thrust into the heated jacuzzi of my guh’s mouth.

“Sit up, August, and drink the water,” Momma Thea spoke sternly as Mona glided her mouth down the shaft slowly and massaged my thighs.

“Ooooh, shit,” I groaned, unintentionally thrusting and leaning to the left.

“August, I know damn well, Mona isn’t under that table sucking intoxicated dick?” Momma Thea laughed as I smiled, nodded, and gave a thumbs-up.

Laughing harder, she kissed my temple and quickly said, “As always, I’ve brought y’all’s things. No one who I love dearly leaves. Y’all are super fucked up. You need to get as sober as you can to make sure the twins, my sons, and Hubbard brothers don’t leave. Do I make myself clear?”

“My guh already laid down the law. They know if they disobey her … trouble at they door when I become sober,” I blurted in a groan as Mona golf-balled my dick and squeezed my calf muscles.

“Good. Enjoy her making you more insane for her than you already are. I love you, August. Talk to you, drunkards, tomorrow,” she spoke lovingly before kissing my forehead.

“I love you too, Momma Thea,” I replied, unsure if she heard me. She had already stepped away.

Sliding closer to me, Mona laughed on the dick, sending waves of tingles shooting through my dick before they slung all over my body.

“Laugh his ass right into nuttin’ in yo’ mouf, guh,” I coached as the music was cut.

The most beautiful noise of dick sucking, gags, and moans blessed my ears. I didn’t give a damn who was close by and heard the sexual sounds that caused my dick to grow more.

“Yep, I had the music cut! Listen up! I’m only going to say this shit once!” Momma Thea’s bossy tone blasted through the speakers.

“August is fucked up! That means Mona is the enforcer! What the fuck she says goes! Not obey her and see how much hell you drunkards are put through once August is sober. If I catch wind that he had to get in y’all’s asses for not listening to his fiancée, all hell I will give you!

Mona, I know exactly where you are! So, your cute ass better listen well.

If a motherfucka … Thiago … get to smelling his britches …

if three motherfuckas, Tiberius, Tobias, and Thames, aren’t close to my last child …

knock their asses out and call me. Tiberius, Tobias, and Thames no more drinking and getting high.

Thiago’s fingers are twitching! He’s ready to get active in the worst way!

I’m trying to cuddle with my honey, not be in the emergency room! ”

“Yes, ma’am,” the oldest of The Quad Ts replied drunkenly as I thrust faster in Mona’s mouth.

While my guh hummed and sucked my dick nastily, a panicky Momma Thea hollered, “Somebody catch King!”

In seconds, thuds and tumbles sounded from behind me. Mona sucked my dick so good that I didn’t give a damn to see who fell or was about to kiss the polished porch. As long as no one screamed out in stomach-turning pain, their asses would be alright.

“Mmm,” Mona moaned, jackhammering her mouth on the shaft and rolling my nuts in her palm like she stretched out Play-Doh for our daughter.

“Roll’em, guh,” I grunted as my nut rose and more thuds, tumbles, and laughter ensued.

“That’s it! If you aren’t the twins, Kingsley, Ryan, Shannon, Hubbard brothers, my sons, August, and their women …

get the fuck out! Y’all have celebrated the twins’ birthday good enough!

If you are intoxicated, let me know, and I’ll call Ubers.

If you lie to me, knowing that I’m sober, I’m going to slap the shit out of you!

” Momma Thea fussed as feet shuffled. Mona moaned nastily while jacking and sucking my dick faster than before.

Another thud sounded, causing the baboons to laugh hard.

“Ah, shit,” I groaned thickly, gripping the back of Mona’s head.

“Momma Thea, somebody said that you hollered King’s name. Where’s my husband?” Min asked loudly from the kitchen.

My stomach caved in chronically. My eyelids fluttered faster as my toes curled. My heart rate increased as my nut was ready to slide down Mona’s throat. Too much commotion behind me was a good thing; no one paid attention to my slumped-over ass, thrusting with curled fingers.

“Ooou, shit, I love the fuck outta you, Mona Averhart,” I moaned lowly as Mona made my body grow still while my nut shot into her mouth.

“Mmm,” she groaned, swallowing and still sucking.

Planting her hands on my stomach, Mona pushed me back into the chair correctly.

Smiling, I closed my eyes and took in all the shit going on around me.

Niggas fell like dominoes while hollering.

Min yelled for somebody to get King before his hooting ass tumbled into the hole for a fourth time.

Kingdon laughed hard as he told his twin to come to him.

Tiberius, Thames, and Tobias fussed at Thiago for hopping on the porch rail, egging King on.

The house sounded as if we were in the middle of the jungle with two lions fighting to own the dry ass terrain.

Styrofoam plates shuffled. Aluminum foil crinkled, making me grit my teeth. That shit was annoying.

“Mike, you are drunker than your cousins. I’m finna slap the shit out of you for lying to me. If your ugly ass Momma got something to say about me palming you, tell the bitch to pull up!” Momma Thea sassed loudly.

“Get his ass, Momma Thea!” I hollered drunkenly as Mona sucked on my dickhead as if it were a juicy popsicle with hot sauce.

“Mhm. Get all of them lil laggers up outta there, … just like that. Show them hoes yo’ mouth the vacuum cleaner that don’t miss a spot,” I mumbled, loving how she ensured not a single one-tail bastard was pushed out once I pissed.

From inside the house, slap after slap sounded. It seemed the more Momma Thea slapped someone, the louder and harder the next slap. By the sixth slap, I smiled and pumped my fist. Whoever riled her hand up probably deserved it, and I prayed it was Mike’s stupid ass.

Fearfully, Thiago shouted, “Shit! Momma warmed the fuck up. Help me down, Tiberius. I’ll be on ‘me’ time earlier than I be on it, if she come back here an’ catch me on this wood.”