The price for my sons silence

WARNING! My story is intended for adults 18 years or older this story contains sexual content. I have tried to recreate events, locales, and conversations from my memories of them. The story you are about to read is true. In order to maintain their anonymity of the innocent in some instances. I have changed the names of the individuals, any resemblance between the characters in this story and any other persons, living, dead, or undead is a miracle. This story “The price of my son’s of Silence” is copyright ©2019, by VampirTARA.

My Bio:

Hello I’m Tara, First I’m going to tell you a little bit about myself in case you haven’t read any of my stories before and also to help you understand the story a little better, so sit back and prop your feet up… I’m a 43-year-old mortician/funeral director who operates our family’s mortuary and cemetery. I’m 5 feet 7 inches; approximately 120 pounds with long raven-black hair and glasses with natural abnormally long top incisors ( K9’s or fangs). I’m in a polygamist marriage (not Mormon, we are Druid/Christian). I have four children, two teenagers 18 & 19 years old, a two-year-old to my husband, and just recently gave birth in September 2018 to a beautiful interracial (black) 6 pounds 3 oz old baby boy to another man who is an 80-year-old dark black man that works on our cemetery grounds crew…

Now also, I have 2 Sister-Wives. Toni, that’s a couple of years younger than me, she is also my biological sister with 4 children of our husband. Then there’s my sister-wife, Kathy that is a good bit younger than us, she’s 24 years old with 1 child to our husband.

“The price for my son’s silence”

Well, this mess all started on Tuesday, January, 29th, 2019 a little after 10 a.m. after finally getting tired of waiting for my son to get off his big lazy butt and go down to our cemetery maintenance garage and tell his dad what crypt to open is the mausoleum as I couldn’t get him on the phone. So I quickly grabbed my blazer threw it on and strolled down in the cold to do it myself, Well when I walked into the garage, I didn’t see anyone at first. I thought, “Oh great; I’m going to have to hunt the cemetery for him.” And just as I was turning to walk out the door to go on the hunt for where’s Waldo.

“Tara, you need something?” Jimmy Joe yelled.

I heard the one maintenance guy Jimmy Joe, call my name. I turned and looked; I know I heard Jimmy Joe’s voice, then it dawned on me; he’s in the office. Now if you haven’t read my bio above, Jimmy Joe. He is an 80-year-old dark black man that works for us on our Cemetery grounds crew. Well, I cheated on my husband with Jimmy Joe to get even. when I found out he was cheating on us with some little 18-year-old college girl that is a waitress down at our local Eat’n Park restaurant. I knew it would not only piss my husband off that I cheated on him, but mega piss him off, that I had sex with a black man. However, in my pissed-off hurry to get even, I forgot it was my fertile time of the month. And Jimmy Joe ended up getting me pregnant that day, and 9 months later I gave birth to his child. well me and our husband patched things up, I agreed to have no more sexual contact with Jimmy Joe and to stay away from him. Unless it was concerning the cemetery/Mortuary or the baby and he agreed to stay away from that little 18-year-old blond bitch.

Anywho, I went over and peeked into the office, I said, “Yeah, Jimmy Joe, I’m looking for our husband because I need him to open this crypt in the mausoleum for tomorrow.” I then walked over to where he was sitting in the office chair leaning back against the desk and handed him a paper with the section and plot number on it.

“Your old man just left; he went to go get a hydraulic hose for the backhoe, “Jimmy Joe replied. “And the crew is on the far end of the cemetery over in section 45 working.”

As I stood to the side of Jimmy Joe, in my little tight black business dress pants. while glancing at the paper, he slowly reached up behind me with his left hand and started rubbing my little round ass. I yelled as I pushed his hand away, “QUIT THAT JIMMY JOE! I told you it was over and I promised my husband that it was over!”

Jimmy Joe set the paper on the desk, he then quickly wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled to him. He held me firmly around the waist up against him, as his right hand slid down and grabbing my ass.

He said to me, “You’re my baby’s mama, baby girl, it ain’t over. Your sister Toni tried to say the same; until, I asked her, how many people know about that tattoo down by her little sweet honey pot. And if your husband knew that I was hittin her little white pussy also, next thing you know. she changed her mind and I was tearing that tight little white pussy of hers up the other night. Now I haven’t seen you in a minute. You’ve been hiding on me? Baby girl, come on, that smoking hot ass in the tight black pants, you got my dick hard. Let me hit that ass?”

“I can’t Jimmy Joe, I said. “Now let go of me, I got to get back up to the mortuary.”

“Baby girl, now you wouldn’t want it to get around, that I’m still hittin it. Jimmy Joe said, “Come to think of it baby girl, how’s my baby boy doin. I think maybe my baby boy

should spend more time with me or come to live with me. Ya know the daddy got rights.”

“You’re an asshole! Ok, I’ll suck your penis off real quick, but that’s it. I said in a smart ass Tone, I’ve got to get back up to the mortuary before someone comes looking for me. Tomorrow afternoon I’ll come down, and I’ll spend the night and try cleaning up that apartment of yours upstairs. At least clean the bed off and put a clean sheet on it.”Jimmy Joe, let go of me, and I got down on my knees between his legs in front of him sitting in the office chair. I unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. I then pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. I wrapped my fingers around his big old dark black penis, I said to him, “You’re a fucking asshole, I oughta bite the fucker her off!” I then leaned down and slid my soft pink lips over the head of his penis.

“Don’t be fucking around like that, and be sinking those fangs of yours in my dick either, you god damn crazy vampire bitch; I’ll fuck your Dracula’s daughter’s ass up,” Jimmy Joe blurted out.

I quickly started bobbing up and down and swirling my tongue around the head of it.

“Ahhh, nothing like seeing a white girl suck your dick,” Jimmy Joe blurted out.

As my soft pink lips slid up and down the shaft of his old dark black penis. It took a little over a minute for Jimmy Joe, to lose it. He ejaculated a large stream of warm semen onto the roof of my mouth.

“Hey, Mom! Oh, shit never mind,” my 19 year old son Jason said.

When I heard my son’s voice, I pulled my mouth off of, Jimmy Joe’s penis and looked up. To see my son turning around and walking out of the office, while Jimmy Joe’s, warm semen flowed out the head of his penis and down over my fingers. I thought to myself, “Oh shit if he runs into his dad, he might tell him! I then turned back and looked at Jimmy Joe, he was holding his cell phone up towards me. “What are you doing with your cell phone? I said, “You better not be taking pictures, Jimmy Joe!”

“Don’t worry about it baby girl, he said that to me.

I didn’t have time to argue, I wanted to catch my son. So I started to quickly get up and chase after my son when Jimmy Joe grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“You can’t leave yet! Get back to sucking my dick,” he said that to me.

As he pushed my head down to his penis, I parted my lips and slid them over the head of his penis. I bobbed up and down on it a couple of times, then I sunk my teeth into his penis. Jimmy Joe grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up. His penis slipped out of my mouth, then Jimmy Joe slapped me across the face as hard as he could. I pulled away and quickly got up, I ran out of the office into the garage and out the door. In a panic, I raced through the cemetery, while wiping Jimmy Joe’s semen off of my mouth and chin to the mortuary. Wondering what my son was going to do or say because my husband thinks that I stopped having sex with Jimmy Joe. If he finds out that I’m still having sex with Jimmy Joe, my marriage is over. And I have so much to lose if that happens. As I got up to the mortuary, I saw my husband’s pickup truck, he was home. my nose was running and my eyes were watery from being slapped, as I walked into the house. My sister Toni was coming out of the game room. I said to her, “Toni, where is Jason?”

“He just left with his friend Dan; he was going over his house for a few days to play some new video game. My sister said, “Oh and he said that he was going down to deliver the message at the garage before he left.’ where did you go? And what happened to you, Tara? Your nose is bleeding, your left eye is all red and puffy?

Motioning for my sister to keep it down, I whispered to her, “Where’s our husband?”

“He’s in the kitchen with Kathy getting some coffee before he goes back to the cemetery. My sister whispered back, “Why?”

“Toni, just tell everyone that you accidentally elbowed me in the face. It was Jimmy Joe, I’ll tell you what happened later. Anywho, I got tired of waiting for Jason to go down to the garage. so I went and did it myself.”

“Gotcha! Tara, let’s go and get some ice on that eye and a towel for your nose. It’s still bleeding pretty good, damn you’re gonna have a major shiner!

Needless to say, I didn’t get a chance to get my sister alone to tell her about what had happened a few days ago. And I spent the next few days worrying, of what may come. It was now Saturday; about 9 a.m., I had just got done taking a shower it was standing in front of the dresser mirror drying my hair with a towel. When I heard my son’s voice coming from downstairs, he must have come home late last night. So I quickly slipped on my skimpy little pair of shiny yellow satin bikini panties and brushed my hair.