Free Double Dippin' by Allison Hobbs

dirty and disgusting.
    Shane had tried to encourage the encounter by lying to Tariq. He told his brother that his dick would grow bigger if he let Kelly suck it. But Tariq was unbending. “No!” he yelled at the top of his lungs and covered his ears to make Shane shut up. There were times when Tariq could be as stubborn as hell. Shane was fondly amused by the memory.
    The bathroom door opened. He’d forgotten to lock it. He hoped LaDonna wasn’t planning on joining him in the shower because he was finished and ready to get some head.
    Someone sat down on the toilet and started peeing. “LaDonna, I thought I heard you blasting music in the bedroom. I must be losing my mind.”
    Oh shit, that’s her mom!
Shane became as still as a mouse.
    The toilet flushed and the water turned hot as fire, scalding him. He couldn’t help it; he screamed and leaped out of the shower stall.
    LaDonna’s mother screamed, too. “Who the hell are you?”
    “Um,” Shane tried to cover his private parts with his hands.
    “Um! Is that your name? Um, where’s LaDonna?” her mother asked sarcastically and then stormed toward LaDonna’s bedroom.
    “She’s in her room,” he said to LaDonna’s mother’s retreating back.
Damn! No head tonight
. Shane dressed quickly.
    He could hear LaDonna’s mother screaming at her, calling her all kinds of bitches and whores. He sensed something that seemed like a little more than the normal tension between a parent and a teenage child. LaDonna and her mother argued more like arch enemies who’d been rivaling for years.
    Shane didn’t want to go anywhere near LaDonna’s bedroom, but he had to. His sneakers were in there. He slipped in like a thief, hoping to make himself as small as possible. He located one sneaker, picked it up, and scanned the junky room for the other. It landed upside his head, hurled by LaDonna’s incensed mother.
Damn, this family got a thing with throwing sneakers
, he thought as he picked up his sneaker and slunk out the door.
    The walk home was slow and sad. His dick was still hard. And it wasn’t because of LaDonna’s promise. He was feenin’ something terrible for LaDonna’s feisty, sexy-ass mom.

CHAPTER 11
    “Where’s Mom?” Shane asked as he drank fruit punch from the container.
    “Man, you’re such a fake. Do you know how phony you sound calling Miz Holmes, Mom?”
    “Phony? She said we could call her Mom, so how you figure I’m being a fake?”
    “Look how you treat her. Would you treat our real mother like that?”
    Shane thought about it. “How the hell should I know? Depends on how she treated me.” His thoughts turned to the numerous spankings he’d gotten from his real mother. He swallowed more fruit punch. He’d never understood why she was always so mad at him. Just him. Never Tariq. He still loved her, though. Sometimes she treated him good. She was nice when her hair was combed and when she smelled good. The nice mother took him and Tariq to the playground and pushed them as high as they wanted on the swings.
    That’s the mother he loved. And her breasts. They were big and full. He missed sucking her breasts. It made him feel safe and loved. Even when there wasn’t enough milk left for him, he sucked anyway, just to be close to her.
    Then there was the mother who terrified him. The one who had wild hair and crazy darting eyes. But as scared as he was of that mother, he loved her, too.
    “Man, stop drinking out of the container. Don’t nobody know where your lips been,” Tariq teased.
    Standing with the refrigerator open, Shane continued to gulp the cool sweet liquid, his thoughts a million miles away. He couldn’t get rid of the mental pictures or horrible sounds. He heard the gunshots and saw his mother still running. He remembered being so happy that the cop had missed. Then shestarted running strangely, the sight of her oddly twisted torso telling him that something was terribly wrong. When her body hit the concrete, he tried to go to