Yes, Let's Meet Jamal

The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air as Sindie walked in the door, home from school. She gave a sigh of relief. Relief that she hadn’t felt in what seemed a long time. She tried to rid her mind of the past month with Arlo. It has been a couple of days now with out Arlo’s dirty pills ... and the awful, awful things he made her do .... and her mind was thankfully beginning to clear. The weekend had been almost like a normal weekend. She even competed in one of the schools very competitive cheer competitions and won … well, just second place, but still she was beginning to feel like her old self. Sindie was looking forward to telling her mom about the event. Her Mom had always been her rock, her biggest supporter in every endeavor she pursued.

Then it all became real ... and overwhelming, Sindie’s face grew dark, no matter how hard she tried to pretend, she knew what was coming this week. She knew what Arlo had arranged. She covered her face and began to weep. She would have resigned herself to complete despair except for one glimmer of hope ... a comment Arlo made in disgust about abandoning her after this week, after the big black Jamaican took her virginity ... and ruined her forever. He even suggested that he might stop harassing Davey and she could be back to her old boring life with the little fag boy she loved, even though she would never be capable of feeling Davey's tiny little peepee as it flopped about in either of her disgusting fuck holes which Jamal would leave permanently prolapsed and gaping.

Meanwhile Rachel, Sindie’s mom, was in the throes of a transformation she never anticipated. Arlo, the neighbor boy, had brought over the visitor from Jamaica he had arranged to stay with her family, a towering figure named Jamal. Arlo told her he was a Jamaican thug, and he looked like one with skin so dark it looked like it would shine as he flexed his bulging muscles. And his eyes, oh, his eyes sparkled with a mischief that Rachel found unsettling, yet she couldn't deny the strange attraction that stirred within her. Arlo had earlier explained that Jamal would be here on a visit, working for his uncle, who had ties to some mysterious characters in the Caribbean. Rachel felt a shiver run down her spine as she offered him a polite smile, but something about his presence made her heart race in a way she hadn't felt in years.

It was late in the evening and Rachel was folding laundry in the living room when Arlo knocked on the door. Arlo winked at Rachel with his usual charm and said, “Hey Mrs. Sindie’s Mom, this is Jamal. My uncle told me to thank you for giving him a place to stay this week.” Rachel looked up from her delicate folding and took in the towering man before her. He smelled faintly of sweat and something else, something exotic that made her pulse quicken. She blushed and nodded, trying not to let her eyes wander over his powerful physique, but the mere sight of him caused the warmth to rise between her legs, fueling her desperation despite her better judgment. Her husband was at his annual pharmaceutical convention and wouldn’t be home until Saturday. It was so long since her and Sindie's dad had made passionate love that Rachel had recently taken to satisfying herself late at night with her naughty rubber friend and those awful sites on the internet.

A few weeks ago Arlo had convinced Sindie’s mom … and over riding Sindie’s objection … to let the new visitor share the room with Sindie. Arlo convinced her that Jamaicans like to share a common room and Jamal would be very sad and uncomfortable in a room by himself. Then he showed her those pictures of Jamal … oh, those pictures … yes, she again, against her better judgement as a Mom, agreed.

Rachel welcomed Jamal to their home but apologized for not having a bed ready for him this late in the evening since her daughter was already asleep in the roomroom they were to share. She readily welcomed him to sleep on the couch tonight though and again apologizing said they would have his room with her young daughter, Sindie, ready for tomorrow.

Jamal's first night in their home was filled with tension. Rachel found it hard to sleep knowing he was just a few yards away, on the couch in the living room. His deep, rhythmic snores echoed through the house, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had just entered their lives. Arlo had mentioned his uncle's shady dealings, and Rachel's mind swam with the dark whispers of danger and excitement that seemed to cling to this mysterious newcomer. She lay in bed, her thoughts racing, wondering what kind of man he truly was.

Sunday, the following morning, Rachel was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her guest when she heard a creak in the hallway. She turned to see Jamal, his eyes half-closed, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung boxer briefs that barely contained his massive cock. He was a vision of raw, unbridled masculinity that made Rachel's knees wobble. "Mrs. Sindie’s Mom, thanks for letting me stay," he said with a grin that showcased a gold tooth. Rachel nodded, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked. "It's n-n-no problem, Jamal. Make yourself at home."

Then Sindie, unaware of their new guest, bumbled into the room, her blonde hair a mess from just waking up and her cute sleepy face searching for her mom to share her good news about the cheer competition. She stammered to a stop when she saw Jamal, taking in his intimidating frame. Rachel quickly stepped in, "Sindie, this is Jamal. He's a friend of Arlo's and arrived last night when you were sleeping. As you know he'll be staying with us for a little while." Jamal looked down at her, his grin growing wider. "Nice to meet ya, lil' bunny,” he said, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in Rachel's core. Sindie offered a tentative smile, her eyes darting to her Mom for reassurance. Rachel's stomach churned with a mix of maternal protectiveness and a strange, unwanted attraction to the man before her.

"Well, come on," Rachel said, trying to sound cheerful despite the tension that coiled around them, "sit down, I've got pancakes and bacon." Sindie slid into the chair across from Jamal. Rachel tried to ignore the way Jamal's gaze lingered on her daughter's young petite breasts, his eyes hungry and perverse. She felt a surge of jealous anger, but she pushed it down, telling herself it was just her imagination. Jamal was a guest in their home, and she had to be hospitable.

But as the hours went by, Rachel found herself increasingly drawn to Jamal's dangerous allure. She'd catch him watching Sindie with the lusty smile of a predator, and Rachel's mind would begin to whirl with dark thoughts. Perhaps her daughter really needed to learn her place in the world, to understand that there were people more powerful, more commanding than her or her Daddy or ... that weak sissy ass boyfriend of hers. Rachel had always been a protective mother, but Jamal's presence was beginning to corrupt that instinct into something else entirely.

That afternoon, as Rachel was helping get Sindie’s room ready for the guest to move in, she felt a strange heat rising. "You know, Sindie," she began, her voice low and measured, "you're growing up so fast. Sometimes, I think you need to learn a few lessons about … real life.” Sindie looked up at her mother with questioning eyes, her heart fluttering at the unfamiliar tone. Rachel leaned closer, whispering, "And since your Daddy is away for the week, I think Jamal might be able to teach you ... a thing or two."