Caught By My Son: Dealing Dirty! (ePub)

Deana has been dealing dope on the side for years, and has been careful not to get caught by the cops. When her gang leader son finds out that some bitch is violating his turf, he has his boys bring her in, not knowing it is his mom that is dealing dirty! Do the rules apply to her, too?
The twenty-second book of the Caught By My Son series.
Excerpt

“Damn, y’all muthafuckas havin a party!” Tyrone said, “That’s one fine ass!”
There was no mistaking it- while the sound was that of the hood, the person saying the words was none other than my son, Tyrone!
What were the odds that of all the gangs to take me to this room tonight, it would be the same gang that my own son ran with!
How Tyrone didn’t recognize me, I don’t know- even though I was his mother, and I did not intentionally show off my body to him, he should have at least recognized who I was from the shape of me. Maybe I didn’t walk around the house naked when he still lived at home (and I still don’t, since my parents live there yet), but the clothes I wear to work did at least show off my toned abdomen.
I should say something- it was bad enough that I was being fucked by a bunch of Black guys in turn, but worse if my son assumed that I was just some random bitch he could shove his own cock into!
And what are you going to say, Deana?
My son runs with a gang, and he acts like the worst kind of street thug from the depths of Philly- so he ain’t no better than the rest of these young men- but still. He doesn’t have the best opinion of me, and maybe he never has, but letting him know without a doubt that I was taking on a group of Black men would do nothing to make the shaky relationship between us any better. No, I could not open my mouth, and tell him who I was!
“Yes, it is,” the leader said, “We was just getting started-”
“Shit, where you find it?” Tyrone said, speaking about me like I was just some piece of meat.
I kind of am, with my pussy dripping with the cum of two men- and three more to go!
“This bitch was sellin on our turf,” the leader laughed, “She chose this over the ass whoopin’!”
“Well, I’m a get me a piece of that ass then,” Tyrone said, “Unless you got next ups?”
I know that people in gangs do everything together. They eat together, they smoke pot together, and they commit crimes together. If they are willing to help each other do things that can get them sent to prison- or, in my son’s situation, back to prison- then they have a level of comfort that is rare between men. Even if most criminals are snitched on by their associates, still, gang bangers live and die with their crew or their homeboys or whatever they call each other. Two of the gang members had already fucked me, and since he was a born and bled member of his gang (one who had done time for it), then he was entitled to fuck any woman that the gang was going to fuck.
And he is about to fuck me.
The long fingered man had pulled out of me, and I felt rough hands now on my backside- hands that were calloused, hands that had been used by the state of Pennsylvania to work in a prison clothing factory. I knew that it was Tyrone, who was feeling up the back of my ass, who was now unzipping his jeans-
Are you really going to let your son fuck you, Deana? Really?