Free Double Dippin' by Allison Hobbs Page B

conked out on the sofa. Shane was probably out running the streets, hanging with riffraff. She sighed.
I can’t even raise the boy right with Satan determined to make me weak
. She dragged her tired body over to Tariq, shook him, and sent him up to bed. Tariq was so easy. Woke upeasy, always did as he was told. He was sweet as pie, but that Shane…she shook her head.
    As if he’d been summoned by the devil himself, Shane came home, glared at her, and then clumped up the stairs. Greatly relieved that Shane was safely at home, Dolores Holmes dozed off. An hour later, she was startled awake when Shane stumbled down the stairs, half asleep. He looked like he was sleepwalking when he came heading straight toward her.
    Dolores Holmes cringed. “Go on now, boy. You’re dreaming. Go on back upstairs now. Go get yourself some good sleep,” she said, backing away from Shane’s begging, outstretched arm.
    He backed her into an endtable and nearly toppled over a lamp, but she caught it in the nick of time.
    She didn’t want to alert Tariq. She didn’t want him to ever find out about the pitiful mess she’d gotten herself in. “Shane!” she whispered sternly. “Go back upstairs; go to bed.”
    But Shane pulled on her wrist, silently urging her to sit down. She flopped down on the sofa, trying to figure out how to get him up the stairs.
    Shane didn’t say a word, he just started groping her, moaning softly and squeezing her breasts. She sat still, accommodating him while her mind raced. Not knowing what else to do, Dolores Holmes grabbed Shane’s hands. She’d have to wrestle with him quietly; she couldn’t risk disturbing Tariq and exposing her shameful predicament.
    Shane pulled his hand free. He gave her an evil look, which made her simmer down. Breathing hard from all the tussling, Dolores Holmes passively allowed Shane to unbutton her blouse.
    She prayed for forgiveness while Shane’s mouth went hungrily from breast to breast, sucking so hard, she flinched. Martyr-like, she quietly endured the pain. There was nothing she could do but let him get satisfied until he was tired enough to leave her alone.
    As Shane’s hand snaked up her dress, she prayed for salvation. And as if answering her prayers, Shane suddenly withdrew his hand.
    Dolores Holmes’s relief, however, was short-lived for Shane apparently had another idea. He grabbed her hand and guided it to his crotch. He squirmedrestlessly. She knew what he wanted—he wanted to make sure she had a one-way ticket to hell.
    Accepting her fate, she stroked his hard lengthening private part until it grew so large, she withdrew her hand in alarm. Being that he was so young and all, she was shocked by the enormous size. It had been such a long time since she’d been with a man like this…a man! Shane was just a teenager, she reminded herself. He was just a misguided youth, she thought with pity for herself as well as the boy.
    Shane began to make hissing sounds, words she couldn’t decipher. Then she heard him say, “Suck it!” in a voice that was crystal clear.
    “No, Shane. Now, that’s a terrible thing to want. Suppose your brother wakes up. You know what you’re asking for just isn’t right.”
    He nudged her head toward his crotch. “Suck it.” His voice was demanding and loud enough to wake up Tariq.
    Resolutely, she pointed to the dining room, where a wall would block Tariq’s view if he suddenly awakened and came downstairs.
    In a corner, beside the china closet, the overweight Dolores Holmes struggled to get down on her knees. It occurred to her that never in her life, not even during her most despicable drinking days, had she ever committed such an outrageous act as what she was doing now.
    Before she had even gotten into a reasonably comfortable position, Shane said in a hoarse voice, “Open your mouth.” She did as she was told and drew his private into her mouth.
    She sucked it, swearing to Jesus that the disgraceful deed was Satan in action and