Ms. Belinda "Disgustingly Beautiful" (for MATURE audiences only)
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Ms. Belinda ....

"Disgustingly Beautiful"....

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I'd been having it hard all my life it seems. My beauty has always been my downfall. You would think something so positive would be an asset, but all it has brought me is grief. ....

See I was raped when I was sixteen by my father. Hew was an heroin addict and my mother died of an overdose of the same poison. My dad actually started out as her pimp. When they died the state took me and placed me in foster homes which I bounced between from the age of six. My grandmother didn't want anything to do with me. She would always say I was going to turn out just like my mom and dad. The only reason she planted that seed in my mind was because I was born addicted to heroin and had to go through detox as a baby. So in a nut shell it seems I've been looking for love all my life; but in all the wrong places In my search for love, all I've managed to find is hate and self-destruction. I hate my situation and that hate has spilled over to my oldest son Kevin. I don't actually hate him, but every time I look at him I can't help but feel hate and resentment because he was the product of that rape.....

My biological father is his dad. He doesn't know who his real father is and I've always told him that Kaci's father was his dad. Kaci's father had been in our lives since Kaci was two years old so he was all Kevin knew as a father figure. I was with Kaci's father  for awhile too until he fell in love with me and I had to fall in love with him. It never dawned on me that neither one of us even knew what love truly was. If anything we were in the love with the idea of being in love.....

Everything was okay at first except for the other ho's. I really didn't have to worry about them because I had a nice car, a huge home, jewelry and a closet full of the designers best.  But after Kaci was born, he seemed to pay more attention to the kids than he did to me. I know it's not right, but I started to become extremely jealous. I wanted love all my life, I mean to really and truly have someone love me and he was holding that from me. I started to resent the fact that I'd even had kids. ....

When Kaci's dad was shot in the back by another pimp, it left him walking with a limp and he had to use a cane. He almost went crazy and started using heroin himself. After he found out the man I left him for was in fact the pimp that shot him. I must admit it did bring me pleasure to torture his ass with it. Kaci's dad wouldn't allow me to shoot up, but Tony did. After  months of his constant abuse, I went back to Kaci's dad; but things weren't the same. And honestly they only got worse and eventually I ended up at Ms. Audrey's. I think my situation is why she took to me so quickly and I love her for that. ....

I met Ms. Audrey back in the first grade and even back then I knew she was someone special. She was always helping and encouraging everyone. I always used to tell her she was a sucker for an underdog. who would've ever thought that we would meet up all these years later. I call her Ms. Audrey out of respect. Even though we act like sisters sometimes, and we are around the same age. She is more like a mother figure to me.....

Her ex-husband and my ex knew each other from the streets. James played drums at a local night club and Kaci's father use to supply the group with cocaine. That's the main reason Ms. Audrey left James. Of course, her being her, she tried to get him help first but the desire of the drug was too strong, even for her nurturing soul to overcome. So she had to do what she had to do for her and her kids. She says she left him for her kids sake. The kids don't know the truth about what happened to her marriage, which was probably for the best.  Her situation gave me the motivation to do right by my own kids. She told me that if I truly wanted to help myself she would help me. After that conversation she told me I could come and stay with her for a little while, to get away from Kaci's father. ....

Not long after I went to stay with her, Kaci's fater Skip tried to push his way in Ms. Audrey's house to see me. He was drunk and/or high acting foolish. Ms. Audrey pulled out her .38 and told him that she'd shoot the cowboy shit out of him the next time he tried to pull some shit like that. She told him he had to get himself cleaned up before he could come and see us. After that he never came back. And from what I heard he never got clean. That's why I filed for divorce and how I ended up with Ms. Audrey and her family.....

After I moved in with Ms. Audrey, it didn't take long  before I'd been around Eric, her son, since he was little.. He had always been a cutie and he's always been mannish even though he thought I didn't know. He was always pleasant to me, Ms. Audrey wouldn't have it any other way, but as he got older, that l'il boy started to become finer and finer. He had the prettiest legs I'd ever seen. By the time I saw him again he was seventeen and that's when I made up my mind to take up Ms. Audrey up on her offer. ....

The day I moved in that boy came downstairs to get my bags and I swear my  pussy instantly got wet. I'm sorry it did. He looked like he had a big dick and I wanted to see what he was working with. Hell I wanted to touch that thing in my mind. "Oh, no, ain't no way," I thought to myself. This was Ms. Audrey's son, her only son. He was damn near my nephew. Besides, his Uncle Man and I had fooled around. He was good in bed and had a child. That man could put his tongue in places I didn't even know I had and he was extremely well endowed. So I figured this might run in the family.....

I was always attracted to men with big dicks before, but this was a boy and not a man. Not to mention my best friend's son. ....

The first couple of weeks were fine because I hardly ever saw him because he was a little football  king, which I think was a blessing in disguise. That was until one morning Ms. Audrey  asked me to get them up and get them ready for school because she had an interview pretty early.....

That morning I went into Eric's room and I saw something nestled beneath his boxers that looked like it belonged on an elephant. And I'm talking about pretty. I've heard people calling a man's dick pretty, but this wasn't a man like I said. His shit wasn't only pretty, it was pretty goddamn huge! I knew damn well I ain't have no business looking at that li'l boy's dick, but I'd never seen a dick like that! And I was amazed that he was working with all that damn man meat and he wasn't even a man yet. I think any woman worth her weight would've been staring just as much as I was.....

I finally turned away, sweating my as off ass my grown ass pussy began to pulsate ferociously. I could actually feel that thing inside me. I decided to cover it up before I woke him up.  My son was asleep on a pallet on the floor so I woke my son up first and told him to go brush his teeth. When he left the room I tried to wake up Eric, but he was a deep sleeper. For a minute I had to make sure he was breathing. when I realize he wasn't going to wake up, I decided to take one more peek. Hell why not? I pulled the covers back and there it was, harder than Alamo Irron Works. I figured it was like that because he hadn't had his morning pee. I know that's what Skip used to say before he'd roll over and stick his dick in me, whether I was wet or not. Bastard! His dick had nothing on this boy's. I was trying to convince myself to let his young boy sleep, but just when I was about to pull the covers back, I violated him. I know I was wrong and I did much more than cross the line, but I just had to touch it, just once. But when I went to touch it, I ended up grabbing it instead, and even took it in with both hands. I ain't lying, I wanted to let go, but I had to squeeze it…damn. His dick was full of blood and big hard and thick as a rock and shiny on the tip, so I had to squeeze it. I damn near started crying and shouting all at the same time at how good, warm and cocky that thing felt in my hand. When he began to move I jumped, let go and pulled the covers back up over him. I began shaking him and trying to wake him up. ....

Finally he opened his eyes and I was gazing at him yall. When he woke up I was in La-la land I sware, I know I should be shame...and I am. But thankfully he was too sleepy to notice. But he did  notice that his dick was hard and immediately got embarrassed, so I just left out the room so he could re-group get up. It was amazing to me that he was packing all that to be so young and tender. It was big and he already reminded me of L.L.Cool J with his l'il fine cut up self, but I bet L.L.Cool J  ain't have no dick like that. ....

I would fantasize, take that situation and climax off of what could've happen, but I would always feel guilty afterward. But just like a dope fiend I wanted that l'il boy inside me. I wanted to see if he knew what he was working with. If he didn't know I was gon' show him. But every time I got the nerve to seduce him, either Ms. Audrey came home or there were too many kids in the house. ....

So finally I picked this one day in particular when I knew his mother had something she needed him to do. She asked me to make sure that he finished cleaning up before he could take the car. I had already planned for Kaci and Kevin to go visit there grandmother that Friday. After they were gone I actually prayed on it and asked the Lord for help. I didn't want to do anything to violate Ms. Audrey because she had been so good to me, but either the Lord wasn't available or I wasn't listening and decided what she don't know won't hurt her. Besides Skip always said, cheating was in the game. If you don't get caught, then it ain't cheating. So I made up in my mind that I was a grown ass woman and this was my friends house and I wasn't going to do anything to disrespect her or her house. It would just be wrong. Dead wrong. ....

But, devilment is in my nature and here he was coming up the steps. I saw him coming to the door. Even though I had made up my mind not to do it, that didn't mean I couldn't think about doing it. He just happened to come home as I was thinking about it. I couldn't get my hand out of my shorts fast enough so I just left it there. I was dressed provocatively, but I always liked to dress that way. It made me feel sexy. I liked the attention I got from it. ....

I could tell for a moment he seemed to be having a problem with his key. That would've been the perfect time to get myself right, but I saw him peeking in the window like the little pervert I knew he was and I figured this was just to perfect to pass up. I wanted to see his reaction. When he saw me looking he tried to pretend he didn't see me so I was fixin' to fuck with him now.....

I unzipped my pants a little more, but tried not to be obvious about it. I wanted to be more suggestive than anything. Let him make up his mind what he wanted to do. A few moments later I heard the door open and close. Even as my nipples began to harden I still had butterflies in my stomach. But the whole situation was so seductive I just went with it. It had been such a long time since I had actually been turned on and I was thoroughly enjoying this situation. Just the thought of it coming to pass was inspiring enough. He came through the door wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. He wasn't that tall, standing only about 5'9 and he couldn't be more than 195 pounds. He was nicely cut and chisled though, with broad shoulders and a nice thick neck. This young boy was fiiione! I swear and the amazing part was that he didn't know how fine yet.. ....

Unfortunately when he saw what I was doing he bolted toward his room making me very uncomfortable. At that point I was ready to abandon the whole thing. I zipped up my pants but stayed laying on the couch. Next thing I know he was bringing a laundry basket without me having to tell him. And to top it off, he didn't even bother to acknowledge me other than saying, "Good evening Ms. Belinda" when he came in. I was too through after that. At that point I figured I had made an ass of myself and I was just hoping he didn't have the sense to recognize that. ....

After about an hour, I heard him coming back up the steps and I got the urge to unzip my pants again and place my hand between my legs and play with my pussy. I figured I couldn't make the situation any better or worse, so why not? ....

He came into the living room where I was and sat his fine ass down, dick bouncing around in those Adidas sweat pants letting me know he didn't have on any drawls. He sat down and started folding clothes, holding towels above his face. A smile crept across my face. He knew what I was up to, the anxiety , curiosityand suspense had finally gotten the best of his lil manish ass.  He was now officially in the game! ....

When he sat back it looked like he had a whole yard of uncut summer sausage in his pants and it was neatly tucked to one side. The fact that he was acting like he ain't see me turned me on even more so I decided to perform for him a little bit. I let my knees fall open and unzipped my pants further and actually cupped my pussy. I wanted to drive his l'il young ass crazy. I pretended to have my eyes closed and began to rub my clit and moan a little bit. I could see his eyes light up when I did that.  He tried to be inconspicuous but he was failing miserably. He stopped folding towels and began folding t-shirts but still trying to hide his face. That was cute to me. I found myself not only wanting to seduce him, but I wanted to let him off the hook and take care of his little butt. By the time he finished folding a pair of shorts I was sitting upright now with my legs wide open, and my shorts pulled to the side exposing my entire wet, pink, grown ass pussy to his young ass. It felt so good to do that. Liberating even. Just to know I was blowing his young mind felt powerful. I had never had this kind of power before, even when I was selling my pussy. I guess it was because I didn't respect tricks. But Eric was innocent. When he peeked around the shirt he was folding I rolled my finger at him, telling him to come here. When I did it, I had no idea the little motherfucker was gonna crawl. Yes, he crawled. He had sense enough to crawl, now that's power. I was feeling like a Queen on the outside, but I was dying laughing on the inside.....

I took my fingers and spread my pussy and scooted to the edge of the sofa a little. I took my breasts out, stuck my fingers in my mouth and made sure he saw me slide them into my soaking wet pussy. ....

For a minute I thought he was gon' stop in the middle of the floor and die, but he kept coming. I mean crawling. Damn! There was about to be some smoke in the middle of the city! As he got closer, I started to get turned off a little. Initially I liked the idea of a man crawling to me, but he started to look like a little freak and reminded me of those tricks I had turned. It just didn't seem manly. But I still wanted to find out if he knew how to eat pussy. ....

He didn't. And after he sucked, smacked and licked he even tried to drink what little secretions he thought that he produced in me. I told him to stand up. I thought about sucking his dick but that child got up and started jacking that horse dick off so fast it took everything I had to keep from laughing in his face. I tried to get him to slow down, but po' thang, just couldn't help himself. So I laid back and thought about me busting a nut. But before I could finish thinking about it, he was done. I basically just laid there and let him jack off. He was cumming so quick I was fascinated at how he could cum, get it back up and cum again. ....

He looked so pitiful cumming too. Whenever I would look at him, I wanted to stop him, because I didn't want to waste my time. He was going to take some work. And I ain't even got a real job yet. And I know you probably think I'm trifling, but let me tell you, trifling and disgusting is what makes bitches like Ms. Belinda beautiful. Thank  I'm lyin.....

Just ask your husband's.

Chapter 5 from the much anticiapted sophmore release, "NEVER LET GO OF MY HAND" A novel paying homage to mother's and their undying love for their son's. " If you've ever been a mother then you'd know, ain't nothing like the bond ...between a mother and her son "