Layanna
The lamp on the nightstand was illuminating my room with perfectly dim lighting so that I could flirt with my man and maybe even watch him stroke his fat dick until his cum shot all over his stomach and hand while he talked nasty in my ear as I played with my pussy.
“Hi Papa,” I said as Cal’s face popped onto my phone screen. Knowing what that ‘Papa’ shit did to him, I knew his dick was starting to rise for the occasion, and the look on his face let me know my baby was on the same type of time I was on tonight.
“Hold on, Love,” Cal said as he placed the phone down and trekked across the room to lock the door.
I moved my phone and propped it up so Cal could see me from my head to my asshole as I was now bent over with my LED anal plug buried in my pretty and puckered hole as it illuminated with the letters ‘CB’.
I spread my fat pussy lips open to show Cal the evidence of my arousal as sticky strings of my essence coated my fingers, slipping two of my fingers in and out of my pussy repeatedly.
“Daddy,” I moaned, bouncing up and down on my fingers as the anal plug added to the building pressure in my core.
“Now, who told you to start without me?” He questioned as he made use of the pre-cum pooling at the head of his dick and started to stroke himself up and down as he watched me bring myself to the brink of a body-shaking orgasm.
“Be a good girl and make that pretty pussy cum for Daddy,” he moaned out, sounding as if his own orgasm was near.
“Mmmmm FUCK,” I moaned, voice full of need as my body exploded into a million pieces as juices expelled all over my sheets and thighs.
“You so fucking nasty, Yanna, FUCKKKKKKK,” he moaned as I looked back just in time to see thick white ropes of cream shooting from the head of his beautiful dick and landing all over his stomach and hand.
“Such a waste,” I said, licking my lips at the mess Cal made, “I wish I was there to catch every drop.”
“Yanna, don’t ever again look at me like a two-headed monster when I say I’m willing to crash out behind you,” causing my immediate laughter.
Heading to the bathroom phone in hand, I was certain Cal thought I was about to grab a warm rag to clean up the mess I’d just made; however, I had other plans.
Hitting the button on the control panel, the bathroom began to illuminate red, and the shower started as I placed my phone in the ring light stand.
“B— Baby,” I heard Cal stammer to say, “What are you doing?”
Ignoring him, I bent over slightly and popped the anal plug out as I turned around and slid it in and out of my mouth like it was Cal’s dick.
Sitting it on the shower bench, I stepped underneath the shower head letting the hot water pour over me from head to toe as I rubbed my hands over every inch of my soft curvy body, paying close attention to my clit.
“That’s it Yanna, put on a show for Daddy,” Cal’s lust filled voice coached.
Turning my back to the camera, I bent over just enough to seductively wobble my ass while Pussy Is Mine by Miguel further conveyed my current mood.
Continuing to put on a show, I grabbed my waterproof Tiani 3, double bliss vibrator, sliding it inside my dripping tunnel, turning it to speed two as I sucked two fingers and slid them in and out and in and out of my tight throbbing asshole.
Total pleasure began to envelop my body as I felt my climax building.
“I’m about to fucking cum,” his voice gruff and thick with need, sending me right over the edge with him.
As my cream started to coat my lower lips, I heard Cal mumble, hoarsely, “Such a good fucking girl.”
Removing the toy, I turned around and licked it clean as I attempted to regain my composure.
After showering and completing the rest of my nighttime routine, Cal watched intently as we talked about everything and nothing.
The topic of Ahmir and Dana finally came up, as Caleb asked if I had talked to either of them.
“Besides, in passing at work, I have not, but we can change that right now,” I said, adding the four of us to a group chat as I sent a heart emoji and turned my phone to DND, returning my undivided attention to Caleb.
“Baby, I mentioned to them you were out of town this weekend, and they asked to take me on a date to get better acquainted with them. Would you be ok with that? I said I would give them an answer after talking with you,” I finished.
“Mama, you don’t have to get my permission to spend time with them without me. I want you to get comfortable with them, I want you to have a relationship with them both outside of me, but I do appreciate you being a good girl and keeping me in the loop,” Caleb praised.
His positive reassurance caused warmth to cover me like my favorite cashmere blanket, lifting the weight I didn’t know was sitting on my shoulders.
“Just make sure you send me pictures of you all dolled up for a night of whining and dining, and make sure you break their pockets. You’re an expensive addiction, and they need to know it and feel it,” causing Cal and me to both laugh.
Cal let me in on the busy day he had planned with the kids tomorrow, but promised we would talk between the ripping and running.
As my body finally started to feel the exhaustion of the orgasms I had tonight, I told Caleb I loved him and headed to sleep.
I managed to sleep in on my Saturday off, and I was beyond grateful that last night’s phone sexcapade tired me out.
Reaching for my phone, I saw several missed calls, but none were from the hospital, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
As I ventured to my text messages, my body reacted seeing messages from Caleb and messages from Ahmir, Dana, and Caleb in the group chat I’d created.
I responded to Cal’s message, telling him I was just now getting up to start my day and that I loved him, and to call me later when he had some free time.
Moving to the group chat, I felt my cheeks warm as I read the messages.
I was excited to spend more time with everyone together and separately.
Mir: Black, I hear you’re in Philly at the Eagles training camp trying to hop on the practice squad ??
Cal: Bro, go to hell, you know damn well my knees would shatter trying to run a route. ??
Dana ??: Cal, since you’re on daddy duty, we plan to take Yanna out on a date and wine and dine her.
Cal: D, y’all better blow a bag on my baby, too. Come bearing gifts and shit ?? Let her know y’all willing to crash out and cash out behind her and that pussy just like me ??????
Mir: You know we wouldn’t have it any other way, Bro.
Cal: D, I would love to take you on a date and catch up when I get back.
Dana ??: I’d love that.
Seeing Cal ask Dana out on a date didn’t lend itself to any feelings of jealousy or possessiveness; instead, it turned me on.
Me: Good morning, my loves! Mir and Dana, what time should I be ready? What should I wear?
Dana ??: A delivery should be arriving this afternoon with everything you need for tonight. Be ready by 10 pm when the driver arrives, and I want your hair down.
My excitement boiled over as Dana sent the details for tonight.
I couldn’t wait to see what she and Ahmir had up their sleeves, but something was telling me that it would be a blissful night of pleasure.
As I finally made my way out of bed to get ready to hit the gym, my phone started to ring.
Looking at the screen, it was my mother calling, and an audible groan instantly fell from my lips.
“Mom, to what do I owe the pleasure of the call?” I asked as my guard and defenses instantly went up.
“Oh, Yanna, please, save the dramatics. I’ve been calling you, but for some reason, I can never get a hold of you or the kids,” she said on an exasperated huff, causing me to chuckle under my breath.
While I loved my mother dearly, she was a forever victim. Everything bad in her life was always the fault of someone else and never any fault of her own.
My father left my mother and filed for divorce when I was 13, and I remember the relief that washed over me when he said he would be petitioning the court to get full custody.
My father tried his best to be happy with my mother.
Still, her constant mood swings and irrational bouts of behavior managed to suck the happiness out of our home until there was nothing left but the tension that always threatened to suffocate anyone who was in the same room with them longer than a few minutes.
My father had tried on numerous occasions to get my mother to seek professional help for what he believed was an undiagnosed mental health condition.
However, she refused every time and spiraled out for days after by ignoring my father and withholding her love and affection from me because, according to her, I was plotting and scheming on her demise along with my dad.
She maintained that everything was fine with her, and everyone else, including my father and me, was the problem.
It wasn’t until she had a manic episode leading to a mental breakdown that nearly cost us our lives on my 13th birthday, when she parked her car on the train tracks as a train was heading towards us full speed ahead with the doors locked, that she was finally committed involuntarily, where she was diagnosed with Schizotypal personality disorder.
That was her first of many stints in a mental health facility because Lilian Graves refused to consistently undergo medical care and supervision so that she could have a life of normalcy.
While she was a stunning woman who turned heads whenever she decided to leave the house, that was where her beauty began and ended.
Every other memory I have of my childhood causes my stomach to sour because my mother opted to find normalcy in the chaos of her mental health issues over being better for me and to me.
Over the years, my father, Anthony Graves, did his best to cultivate a relationship between my mother and me; however, her irrational and erratic behavior made the task insurmountable.
As I got older, I’d given up on having a relationship with her, because even when she was on meds, she refused to acknowledge or be accountable for her inadequate parenting and how she made my childhood feel empty in so many ways.
Nothing can prepare a young girl for parental abandonment, though their mother, who is very much alive, refuses to be well.
Lilian missed birthdays, dances, cheerleading competitions, graduations, prom, to name a few.
When I finally went off to college, I was free of my mother in so many ways and decided to seek out therapy to help me sort through my mommy issues so that my journey to becoming a doctor wouldn’t be more difficult due to my parental trauma.
As I was preparing for medical school and graduating with a Bachelor’s degree in chemistry, therapy had worked wonders for me as a young girl blossoming into a young woman, even allowing me to heal in a way that I was able to make peace with the mother I had instead of being angry at the mother I wanted.
Therapy had also instilled in me the importance of boundaries and protecting my peace, and over the years, I had learned to stand my ground when it came to Lilian and her bullshit.
“Lilian, if you called to pick an argument, we can hang up the phone and try again another day; otherwise, we can discuss the actual reason you called,” I said, refusing to let her ruin the high I was on in anticipation of my date tonight.
“Fine,” she huffed out, “I miss you, Yanna, I haven’t seen you or the kids since Angel passed, and I want to change that,” she stated, seeming reasonably sincere.
For once, I couldn’t hold my mother to the fire for her absence because she had done her best to call, text, and FaceTime me and the kids frequently, even inviting me to dinner on multiple occasions.
Usually, I would politely decline and state work as the cause, though it was a lie.
All my life, my mother’s mental state had been fragile, requiring little effort to send her into an episode, so I opted not to sit my grief on her shoulders because in the now, I couldn’t bear it breaking her more.
In my mind, I knew that one day she would break beyond what could be repaired, and honestly, my heart wouldn’t be able to handle it, so I stayed away for both of us.
“I’m better, y’know,” she announced, as if she could hear my thoughts.
“I’ve been under the supervision of a great team, and I’m doing psychotherapy,” she said, pausing to see if I would say anything, but I remained quiet, stunned really as she continued, “I’m also on a really balanced medication regimen that has been a big help as well. ”
“That’s really good, Mom, I’m so proud of you,” I stated, feeling a range of emotions.
“I know you’re afraid to let me in because we’ve been doing this same song and dance for so long, but I just— I,” the line got quiet as my eyes started to water.
“I’ll go, Mom, just tell me the time and place, and I’ll be there,” I blurted out. Something about this call felt different, and I was willing to meet her halfway to see if that was truly the case.
“Thank you, thank you so much, baby girl. I’ll text you the details!” Excitement radiated from her words. As the doorbell began to ring, my mom told me she loved me and would see me soon. I returned the sentiment, and we ended the call.
Answering the door in some Ralph Lauren sleep shorts and a tank top, my mouth hit the floor as multiple delivery trucks lined the street, and the driver began asking me where I wanted the flowers and boxes.
After five bouquets of long-stem roses containing 75 roses each were placed on the tables and counters, and five boxes of varying sizes were placed at the door, the last delivery person handed me an envelope as he was collecting my signature and flirted, “I’d let you have every check and my bonuses too.
” I chuckled and thanked him as I closed the door.