"Baby I just really wanna give you enough

baby me nuh really wah nobody fi love

gimmi sex till me legs give out

when me gi yuh mek we go incognito"

~Incognito (Stalk Ashley ft Alkaline)

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“Aide, mi soon come back, okay? Ago link yuh fada.”

“Mhm. Hurry back. Leanna is gonna pick me up tonight so you can have Sunday with Ken.”

This had Bernice double take in the kitchen to narrow her eyes at her son, “you a Ken wing man or sum’n?”

“No. I’m yours. Now go and get back as soon as you can. You know she might come earlier than planned.” He fanned his mother off as he whisked the eggs before him.

Eyes rolling, Bernice pointed to Ken as he came out the refrigerator with arms filled with fruits and whipped cream, “please remember he’s eight and nuh mek him convince you otherwise and boss you up.”

“Got ya. Drive safe for me, okay?”

“Drive safe for me” the innocent, sweet words echoed throughout Niecy’s mind. The simple statement had her mind at ease the whole drive. There was just something about small gestures that made her feel so light.

Small kisses, long night cuddles, the little random moments of asking if she was okay and last but not least the foot rubs. Ken did all of that and showcased concern where her pregnancy laid. It made her heart giggle and skin tingle. She felt like a high school girl in love, and in such a short time, she could see herself with him. He was too good a man to pass up.

Even if he was born with a vagina, even if he had it removed but remained with breasts. He treated her how her husband was suppose to. Ken was simply the perfect human being to her. Aiden loved him, and she knew it would be easy to grow to that as well. Heck, she already wanted to orally please the man whilst her husband waited after marriage to have her in such a manner.

Ken was a breath of fresh air and with him in her thoughts, a faint smile played on her lips her while time going to the hospital, almost forgetting in entirety that her husband was possibly in critical condition in a medical bed.

“W—We’re here.” Landon called her out her small daydream.

Shaking herself back to reality, she thanked him and got out the car. It had been a long time since Bernice had set foot inside a hospital. Not only because she was as fit as a fiddle, but because she had her personal doctor that she had on speed dial. She found herself a bit of a germaphobe as well as the fact on one of her orientations during her nurse days, she saw how the staff treated some patients.

After kindly asking for some directions, she found herself just at the hall with Landon tailing closely behind fighting to keep his glass upon his nose.

As soon as she got in the room she was greeted with a battered and bandaged Giovanni with his hand in the lap of a pale red-headed woman.

“Of course.” She muttered to herself and dropped her heavy handbag unto his vulnerable crotch to have the man curse out with a wince.

“Baby.” He groaned readjusting her bag unto his stomach instead.

Taking the bags from Landon she placed them until the small table that stood beside the bed, eyes looking down at her husband, “you realize the difference already, right?” she asked not even sparing the woman that sat the opposite side of the bed, “I might be late but I came with food, clothes and extra sheets. As me come me see two long hand.”

“Baby. Thank you.” He tried sitting himself up but a broken arm hindered that and Bernice was quick to assist him. When upright, her laced his fingers around hers and brought them to his lips, “Viola, get out.”

“What?” the woman asked astonished.

“Fucking get out, are you deaf?” he asked slipping into Italian but not once did he pull his eyes from his wife’s glossy ones, “I’ve been doing some thinking.”

At that, Bernice pardoned Landon to go into the hall and wait for her. Eyebrow cocked, she turned to Viola who still sat there in disbelief, “yuh suddenly hearing impaired and cripple? Come out.”

“Fuck you, Barnyard.” Viola seethed, rising from her seat.

Bernice only cocked her brow, “yuh want try that after mi give birth? Cause last time I checked mi buss yuh ass hard a grow up.”

“That was back then and trust me as soon as I give birth I would love to tussle with you stepsister.” Viola responded with an obnoxious smile as she finally took her leave, but not before shooting over her shoulder, “it’s his by the way. I’m two months in. Good luck mending that.”

Giovanni still held his wife’s hand, visibly cringing at the rage he knew his wife would rain on him, but to his surprise, she didn’t. Instead, she tugged her hand out his grasp and leaned her palms to hold her up on his back as she hovered him, “my stepsister? Seriously?”

“I—” he began, but as Bernice shook her head, he closed his mouth.

The woman’s eyes closed as she blew out a breath and bowed her head, “you make it so hard to love you, Gio. And I’m not upset with you.” She rose her head again as she brought her hand to gently cup his crotch and teasingly dropped her nose to brush his, which led to him being confused yet becoming aroused when her lips grazed his, “you admitted to fucking her only five months ago because I backed you in a corner, but I knew you were with her long.”

“Fuck. Niecy.” He breathed out as her fingers slipped beneath the sheet and his gown.

Bernice allowed her fingers to caress along his shaft and her lips lightly suckled his small ones, having the man shift whilst flushing red with embarrassment, “baby, you know I—I get hard eas— shit.”

Her lips suckled at his ear now as she massaged him to a hardened state and smiled down at him as soon as he become fully erect, “all I ever gave you was me. My mind, body, soul and don’t get me started on heart and you really tek yuh small cocky self and cheat pon me?” she asked, suddenly gripping him painfully tight by the balls.

“Niecy!” Gio gasped.

“You fucking betrayed me, Gio. Your own son wants me to leave you, your son, a eight fucking year old wants his mother to leave his father and you pulled some fuckry like what you did last night out of self bloodclaat pity! And I won’t allow myself to feel guilty willingly.” Her tone went dark and quaked with her hurt, even her grip tightened on his balls and her nails began to dig deep, but Giovanni didn’t dare scream out despite the tears that brimmed his eyes, “and you get mi stepsister outta all a the bitch them you think mi neva know bout.” As her husband’s tears fell her grip released and used her pointing finger to scuff him in the forehead, “fuck you, Giovanni. Mi done.”

“I wish you fucking did.” he finally said before his wife could turn away.

Snapping her gaze back to his, her brow cocked high in disbelief, “because I didn’t fuck you?” Bernice was delirious at his puerile sentiment, “you want dry pussy fi fuck eediat boy? From you give one touch you waa stick yuh buddy in a me. It takes fucking time, Giovanni. That’s why mi nuh fuck yuh like mi use to. And trust mi, after the fuck mi get last night, six inch can’t satisfy mi again. So fuck Viola and have you pickney. Aiden doesn’t need you and neither do I. I hope she worth it.”

“Fuck you, you crazy bitch!” he yelled at her disappearing back, but she didn’t turn, she only rose her middle finger and returned the favour, “fuck you too and you force ripe cock.”

***

Bernice went back home.

Emotions ripped at her as her heart began to crumble from the old cracks that ran through it. But somehow, she kept the tears and the screams.

Even in presence of her son, she couldn’t muster up much of a smile. As they ate—Aiden, Bernice and Kenya—her energy could be felt despite trying to hold conversation and as everyone knew, Aiden was light of tongue, especially when it came to his mother and her well being.

“You went to see him and now you’re sad again.” The little boy pointed out with his fork playing about his half eaten chicken salad.

Sighing, his mother pushed a smile to her lips, “I’m fine, baby. Just feeling a bit drained.”

“I got all I need when I got you and I, I look around me, and see a sweet life, I’m stuck in the dark but you’re my flashlight, you’re getting me, getting me through the night.” Aiden sang in his sweet countertenor tone sang.

Earning a genuine smile, Bernice lightly sang in a melodic soprano as her son found himself behind her, hugging around her chest, “kick start my heart when you shine it in my eyes, can’t lie, it’s a sweet life, I’m stuck in the dark but you’re my flashlight, you’re getting me, getting me through the night.”

“Cause you’re my flashlight, flashlight” they sang together, “you’re my flashlight, flashlight, you’re my flashlight.”

Having a genuine laugh, Bernice hugged Aiden and pulled his cheek to her lips and kissed his strong and loud, “if you don’t do music when you grow up we a fight the industry. I love you, baby.”

“I love you more, mamma.” Aiden smiled back with a returning kiss of his own, “I love you more.”

***

Leanna came for Aiden later that night. On seeing Ken, she made her apology, which got accepted with a small nod.

As soon as they left Ken thought hard on what exactly to do to have Bernice in a better mood, since she reverted to a saddened state when her son left. Aiden told him to make feel better, but he could make her, he would try though. Then he remembered staying happy wasn’t always the best medicine.

Sometimes tears and a firm shoulder or chest was best to lean on—a listening ear too. So, on Ken’s arrival to her bedroom, he sighed with a gentle knock on the door.

“Miss White? May I come in?”

Instead of given the go ahead to enter, the room door opened exposing Bernice with a soft smile as she stood proud in body, but shy in face, wearing a white, two piece lingerie with a matching silk robe over her shoulders, “you don’t need to ask.”

“I look—… I mean, you look beautiful.” Ken stumbled over his words, watching the pregnant beauty before him. His mouth suddenly becoming dry.

Bernice smiled at that then gently tool his hand and tugged the hypnotized man into her bedroom.

After the door closed, she guided him to the bed and had him sit lay in the very middle with his back rested against a thick stack of pillows. Ken’s tongue darted out to moisten his lips as he watched Miss White crawl her way up the bed and between his long, slender legs, “Miss—”

“Shhh…” she shushed him as she gently gripped the hem of his shirt and rose it up and over his head. Her lips captured his in a sweet kiss, having his palm cup and caress the side of her face whilst the other help her waist with a tenderness. When her lips detached, both their eyes were closed as if in a momentary bliss then met each other’s gazes once again as Bernice ran her hands along his sweatpants covered thighs and said, “I’m going to divorce Gio.”

Ken went to say something, but Bernice shook her head as her fingers hooked into the bands of his bottoms and lightly tugged, “I’m doing it for me and Aiden… but it would be nice to have you. I know. We don’t know each other so well, but Aiden loves you for himself and for me. He’s so confident that you’ll make me happy and honestly, all I need is my baby boy. You, however… I want you.”

The sweatpants were gone now, but Ken remained in boxers. A flattery took Niecy seeing as he was already semi-hard just by the kiss and her talking to him. In lieu of pulling them off as well, she straddled Ken by the waist, aligning their most heated centres.

“I want you to continue being who you are to me—to Aiden… you can have a relationship outside this and I won’t mind. I just want to feel the way I do with you, without the title. I’ll pay you, clothe you, feed you, anything that will help you in the financial department.”

In the moment, Bernice sat her crotch against his and slowly began to move her hips back and forth, happy when she felt Ken twitch beneath her as his lips went ajar at the sudden pleasure. Slipping a thumb into his mouth, she bowed her lips to his neck, sucking and kissing along it he returned the favour to her given finger.

“I want you to fuck me when I want you to, make love to me when I want you to. No I love you… despite me liking you, I’d separate the two and I’d like you to do the same.”

“Fuck.” He breathed out when the woman’s now wet thumb slipped out his mouth and went to manipulating his nipple, “this might not end so well.”

As the hickey formed on his neck, Bernice licked over the bloodshot wound and yanked on of the pillows from behind him to have him lean back further. Her wet thumb still flicked and massaged his hardened, pink nipple whilst her mouth dropped, licking and sucking on the other with a satisfied moan, “it might, but I’ve never had the freedom to.”

“What?” he moaned out as her attention switched on her breasts and her hip grinding sped up.

Bringing her mouth back to his and dipping her tongue into his mouth, she moaned as his hands filled themselves with her heavy ass and gripped tight, “Giovanni was my first everything. I just want you as my little test run for now. Not a lot of people find a pregnant woman desirable.”

“So you’re using me?” he asked, taking a turn to suck on the out-snaked tongue and slowly slipped his fingers further over her behind so this they could rub over her damn lingerie seat.

As his fingers found her clit through the material, he found himself kissing his way down her neck until he bite around the peeking nipple through her lace bra, “you’re planning to use me, Miss White.”

“Yes.” She moaned, tossing her head back with the sensation that rocked through her body, “but you get to use me for money and releasing sexual tension. You’ll be using me as much as I am with you.”

But I already love you. Was what Ken wanted to say as the woman’s body began to twitch with an already pushing orgasm. But he knew it wasn’t a good idea. At least he had already said it in a language she didn’t know. Maybe the feeling would fade like it had some times before. But then again, none of the girls he found himself with before her were like her. Bernice was perfection to him, with her good qualities and bad traits and with a child that reminded him much of himself growing up. Bernice was much like his mother, a good woman who deserved more than she was dealt and to have the opportunity to make a woman like this happy couldn’t be passed up in his eyes.

So, as the beautiful pregnant woman before him began to rock in ecstasy against his fingers, moaning his name and exposing her large, dark, round breasts from her contrasting bra, he licked over her nipple and latched his lips over it as his other hand returned to gripping and massaging her ass cheek hard and slow. She writhed over him with her breathing a total mess as her orgasm ripped through her.

“K—Ken!”

Colostrum leaked onto his tongue due to how hard he sucked, the sweet taste having him moan himself.

As Bernice climbed from her high, a gasped left her lips when her expensive laced panties were mercilessly ripped at the crotch. Ken soon had his curved, girth fully exposed and pressed against the woman’s slit as he gripped her throat and yanked her face down to his, their eyes penetrating each other’s as Ken’s tip did her pulsing hole.

“K—Ken? Please.” She whispered with their lips barely touching.

Ken licked across her lips as he rose his hips onto her, watching as her face morphed and eyes rolled back, “it’s fine, use me. I’ll ruin your pussy for any other man.”

“Do it, Da—” she cut herself off.

Ken smirked as he glided out of her, her gripping walls having his spine shiver, “say it… call me Daddy.”

“Ruin me, Daddy.” The woman demanded in a pleading voice, and before she could say another word, Ken slammed into her and silenced her loud cry with his mouth over hers.

Only the sounds of Bernice screaming, Ken groaning and rapid skin slapping were heard in that bedroom that night. Neither knew how long they went at it, neither knew how many rounds were pulled, but when they finally collapsed into sleep, they were both looking like a complete wreck.

Mostly being Miss White as her legs even shook in her sleep.

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