The West Wedding Ultimatum

1. Biggest Dilema

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Biggest Dilema

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Mina’s ass was faker than a four-dollar bill, but props to her surgeon because the way that shit clapped on my dick deserved all the awards.

After a crazy ass workweek, all I wanted was to be home in my bed, balls deep in some pussy.

That’s exactly why I was doing my best to fuck this girl senseless.

The doorbell ringing threatened to take me out of my zone, but I didn't bother to check it because fuck whoever it was. It was Friday night, and I was busy! They definitely should have called first.

“Fuck, Daddy! This dick is so good! Keep giving it to me just like that! Ughhh, I missed youuu!” I never knew whether Mina was for real or putting on a show, but she always knew just how loud to get to have a nigga’s ego on ten.

“I know you did,” I coaxed her as my pelvis clapped against her body with each stroke. “Go ‘head and wet that dick up like I like it. Gimme that shit!”

She immediately obeyed and screamed out as she squirted all over me from the back. I continued beating her shit up, grabbing her by the waist when she tried to run from the dick.

“Ah! Lady West!” Mina cried out like that was who was fuckin’ her.

Hearing the name automatically sent a panic through my veins, and my soul damn near left my body when I looked up to see my gotdamn mama standing there in a floor length, lime green mink coat with a custom matching suit underneath.

Her hair was immaculately straightened, and her face was pretty with only a light layer of makeup.

She had a reputation to uphold and would never be caught dead looking anything less than perfect.

I froze, finding myself in the middle of the biggest dilemma I had ever been faced with.

I could pull out, but then my mama would see my dick, but if I stayed in Mina’s pussy, there was no way I was going soft the way she was still gripping me like a warm hug.

All I could do was look away from her like she was the one who was naked.

Looking into my mother's eyes while my shit was bricked up and being clenched on was not happening.

If I nutted while looking at that woman, I was ending it all myself

“Ma! What the f–what are you doing here?!” Even though she caught me mid stroke, I knew to watch my mouth so I didn’t fuck around and catch a bullet instead of a nut.

The lady was crazy.

“We need to talk,” she said coolly like I wasn’t butt ass naked and balls deep in some pussy.

“Hello?” I gestured to the scene in front of her. Mina was frozen just like I was, but that grip was still grippin’. Every time she inhaled, she squeezed me a little bit… I was ready to eat a bullet to get out of this weird ass situation.

“Boy, bye! I seen that lil’ dick before! Be for real! I used to wipe your ass!”

“‘Lil’? Just… Damn, Mama! Give me like two minutes!”

“Hmph, that's all you need?” she said with a smirk. If she wasn't who she was I would have shot her ass, or at least cussed her out real good, but I kept my mouth shut.

“Ma, please go!” I hollered, throwing a pillow at her. “You couldn’t call first?!”

“Nigga, I been calling your punk ass for the past two days! You got one more time not to pick up and I’m puttin’ some hot shit in ya’ ass!

” I didn’t even flinch at the way she cussed me out.

I was used to it. Anybody else would have got fucked up immediately, but she got a pass and she knew it.

Being only fourteen when I was born, she most often felt more like a crazy ass big sister than a loving, doting mother, but even if she was my sister, I still wasn’t pulling my dick out for her to see.

“You got five minutes. I’ll be in the living room. Hurry the fuck up!” she commanded, launching the pillow so hard she damn near gave Mina a concussion, then slamming the door behind her.

“This some bullshit,” I groaned in frustration when I finally pulled out and went to grab some clothes.

“Wait, what you doin’?” she asked as she rolled over with a pout.

“You heard that lunatic,” I grumbled, pulling a shirt, draws, and some pants from my drawer. “I got five minutes before she busts back up in here.”

“Yeah.” She crawled across the bed to where I was and pulled on my still hard dick.

“We got five minutes. I can finish you off with time to spare.” She pulled the condom off and swirled her tongue around the tip letting her warm mouth wake me up again.

I knew that shit probably tasted like a freshly popped balloon, but she didn't seem to mind, so it didn't matter to me.

“Fuck… If you wanna play with your life like that, be my guest. Just know if she come back in here, she’s comin’ guns blazin’.”

Her only reply was to shove the whole thing down her throat, throwing neck like a fast pitcher as she fucked the shit out of me with her mouth.

“S-Shit girl!” I tried not to holler, caught off guard as she brought that nut up quicker than I even thought possible.

I only called Mina up when I felt like it, so she made sure to give her all each time.

Clearly tonight was no different. My toes clenched so hard that I damn near tumbled over as my dick let off like an AK, blessing her throat with a month’s worth of unreleased cum.

She didn't even gag as she swallowed every drop in time for us to throw our clothes on and stumble into the living room with fifteen seconds to spare. Ma almost looked disappointed that she couldn’t come in there and raise no more hell.

“She got you too, huh?” my youngest brother Kilo asked. The nigga wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring a hole in Mina’s ass as I walked her to my front door.

“I'll see you later, baby,” she said, smiling sweetly as she went in for a kiss. I dodged her like she used shit for lip gloss because who the fuck did she think she was, trying to stake claim on me like that? The fact that she tried it in front of my people made it ten times worse. Mina was just a pussy to fuck on, so I wasn’t even sure why she thought I was about to tongue her down with fresh nut on her breath in a room full of niggas.

She pouted and walked back to her car with her tail tucked between her legs.

I watched that fine, surgically-enhanced tail before I rolled my eyes, closed the door, and plopped down on my couch in between my little brothers.

“I was mid-stroke, and this crazy lady busted up in my shit and snatched me out like Jeepers Creepers!”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Ma snapped.

“Nothing, Mother,” Kilo mumbled. I snickered, making Ma shoot a stern look our way.

We both shut up instantly. Pistol, the middle child of The West Squad, sat there looking stoic and pissed off as usual.

The nigga rarely smiled. I take that back—the only time he ever smiled was when he was inflicting pain on someone.

Pistol was the enforcer of the family, Kilo was the heart, and I was the brain.

Somehow, Mama managed to master all three, but once we were old enough and graduated from college, we were forced to step up.

“As we all know, I’m not getting any younger,” she started with her dramatic ass. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, we know,” Kilo huffed indignantly.

“Nigga!” she yelled as she chunked a vase at him. I started to laugh before I realized it was my shit she was throwing. Then, I dove in front of Kilo to save my three-thousand-dollar art that she was tossing around like a dodgeball.

“Listen!” I stood up, placing the vase on a table far away from her looney ass.

“I pay a lot of money for my shit. If y’all can’t respect that, then I’m gonna have to politely ask y’all niggas to leave.

” I knew my words were in vain because nothing about my family was polite, and they didn’t respect boundaries.

All I could do was pray Ma would get to the point before my expensive shit became collateral damage. “Now go ahead,” I urged her.

“I’m ready to retire,” she announced, making all three of us roll our eyes.

Every three business days, she was on her bullshit, talking about how she was too old for this shit, and she was passing it down to us.

We all knew that she was way too much of a control freak to ever give us full control, so we just let her get her shit off.

“Okay, cool. Well hand over the keys… What, you want us to throw you a going away party or sum’? I can get a cake from Costco. Them muhfuckas slap!” Kilo said with a shrug.

“No, I want y’all to get married, so I can pass this off properly. It’s long overdue,” she scoffed.

“Married?” All three of us jolted upright and blurted at the same time.

“Now y’all can’t hear?” she fussed. I heard her crazy ass just fine, but I sat there in silence because if she thought I was giving up my bachelor lifestyle for her after I had already given up so much, she had another thing coming.

Never mind that I wanted nothing to do with this shit anyways.

According to her, she had three boys in order to pass on the family legacy.

I think her young ass was just out there fuckin’ and got trapped with three kids before she was even old enough to graduate high school.

In her defense, she had been locked in with our Pops for pretty much her entire life, so it wasn’t like she was just giving it to everybody.

He was a hustler and ended up getting gunned down by a rival when I was four, leaving her to raise us alone.

Her parents turned their backs on her, so he was really all she had.

Then we were all she had.

She was eighteen years old, with three kids under five, no help, and a hundred thousand dollars in drugs in her dead boyfriend’s back bedroom.

She could have sold that shit wholesale, moved us somewhere far away from The Sleigh, and gave us a nice, normal life.

Instead, she stayed, flipped it, and created an empire.

“Ma, I don’t understand why you think we need to be married in order to inherit anything!” Kilo complained, sounding every bit like the annoying little brother he was. His question was still valid.

“Because dummy! I’m not leaving this shit to y’all without knowing that you have someone to carry it on,” she said as if that shit made sense.

“I don’t even want kids,” I reasoned. The thought of having a tiny person in my space blowing snot bubbles and breaking all my shit completely disgusted me.

“Too bad,” she replied with a shrug. “If you want to inherit the family business, there has to be a fuckin’ family to pass it on to! Do you know how hard I worked? What I gave up? Why would I just let my shit die off with y’all?”

“What if we choose not to accept?” I asked.

It was no secret that I wasn’t the most enthused about being an heir to this shit.

I had a Master’s degree in Economics and constantly had some of the most lucrative businesses in Sleighton at the ready to start a career that would have me well off for the rest of my life.

“Then I take all my shit back. You can start over, but you’ll be starting from scratch, and I’ll expect repayments for all the money I put into your schooling and businesses.

And y’all know how I collect,” she said with a conniving smile stretched across her face.

As beautiful as my mother was, she was ten times as manipulative, and sometimes I fucking hated her ass.

What kind of mother would extort her kids for money she offered them?

I should have known that shit would come back to bite me.

I could recover from losing the club, but losing it and having to pay her ass back?

I don’t think there was enough money on the West Side of Sleighton to get her hooks out of me.

When none of us argued or gave any further commentary, she continued.

“So, I think we’ll go in order, oldest to youngest. Brick, you have one year.”

“One year for what?” I asked, brows as high as they could go since apparently I was the one on the chopping block first.

“To find a wife,” she said, like was that simple. “Then Pistol a year later, and finally Kilo a year after that. Then I’ll sign over everything to the three of you equally.”

“What if one of us isn’t able to deliver?” Pistol asked, his deep voice coming out in a low grumble.

“Then you all forfeit.” The pleased smile on her face made me want to say fuck it, and start working overtime and slinging premium dick on the side just to pay her back what I owed her.

If it wasn’t for the fact that my brothers would lose too, I definitely would have walked away.

Once again, when she didn’t hear any opposition, the smile returned to her face.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” She turned and stormed out dramatically, green coat flapping in the wind that she created herself.

My jaw clenched as we looked around at each other awkwardly.

“So… you gon’ marry ol’ girl that just left?” Kilo asked with his brows raised. “I mean… her ass was fat as fuck.”

“Fuck no,” I huffed, walking to my kitchen so I could grab a bottle of water to replenish some of the fluids Mina had just slurped out of me. When I returned, they were still sitting there looking exactly how I felt—like they just got sentenced to five to ten.

“Damn, so are we really gon’ let her crazy ass bully us into getting married?” Kilo asked, running his hands through his locs. He looked over at the door nervously like he half expected her to come in there and smack the shit out of him for calling her crazy. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Shit, we might have to. Y’all know she don’t fuck around about her money.

I got some saved up, but not nearly enough to get from under her, and you know she don’t play fair,” Pistol said anxiously, rubbing his hand up the back of his neck.

If his unhinged ass was nervous, then I knew something.

After we graduated college, I was gifted a strip club, Pistol got a garage, and Kilo got a shopping center.

We all had legit money, but the catch was that mama made herself a shareholder, meaning she had final approval on any major changes.

“Man, nah. We ain’t gotta do this shit y’all.

She’s full of shit. Once she realizes that we’re not doing it, who else is she gon’ leave the business to?

” I asked. My brothers nodded in agreement as an eerie silence settled over us.

“Let’s just let it ride. She’ll forget about it.

She can’t possibly be serious about this. ”

If only I knew how fuckin’ wrong I was.