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“Shit, don’t feel bad. Him and his siblings love just walking in a room uninvited. I been told them they were gonna see some shit they didn’t want to see. Anyway. Where were we?”

She slapped my chest. “Senior! You can’t be thinking about sex right now.”

“Am I not still inside you? Of course, I am.” I slapped her ass. “Finish what you started.”

I didn’t give her a chance to protest before I was back to thrusting into her. If I had to have smoke with my son behind his mama, there was no reason not to make it worth my while.

I stood there stuck, not believing what I was seeing.

My fucking eyes had to have been playing tricks on me because there was no way in hell I was seeing this shit. Was I aware my parents like to fuck? Yes. Had I ever walked in on them? No. Not together. Not with other people. Never. Yet they had the audacity to be in here like this when anybody could walk in.

My mother scrambled to cover herself while Pops looked unbothered. In fact, he looked aggravated that I had interrupted them.

“I know you fucking lying.” I shot a glare at my father. “Y’all couldn’t lock the damn door?”

Pops shook his head. “I’ve told y’all about just walking your asses in rooms without knocking. I’m a lil’ busy. Give us a few minutes.”

“Stanley!” Mama exclaimed.

“What! I don’t know about you, but I plan to finish. Bye Deuce.”

I stood there with a look of what I was sure was shock and disgust on my face. Did this bald headed, no couth having ass nigga just dismiss me?

“Nigga, get out!” He snapped, throwing a pillow at me.

I blinked rapidly for a moment before backing out of the room. In that moment, what the fuck else could I say. Absentmindedly, I walked back down the hall and downstairs. My phone started ringing. Pulling it from my pocket, I saw that it was Salima. I swiped the screen to answer.

“Baby—”

“Deucy, I need a favor. Can you⁠—”

“Baby, I can’t do shit right now.”

She was quiet. “Deucy, who the hell are you talking to? You got me fucked up.”

“Baby! I just walked in on my parents fucking.”

The line went quiet before she broke into laughter.

“Stop lying,” she said through her giggles.

“Salima.”

“Wait… you’re serious?”

“I’m finna throw up, man.”

“Stanely, don’t be so dramatic. Shit happens. You know how many times I walked in on my parents growing up?”

“You ain’t helping, Salima! They ain’t supposed to be together.”

“I know you better lower your muthafucking voice. Matter of fact, I’m about to hang up. When you walk in this house, check your shit at the door. And leave my father and mother in-law alone. Let those people be happy, Stanley. Goodbye.”

She hung up in my face.

I sat there holding the phone. The silence only lasted a minute because I could hear my mama moaning and shit upstairs.

“Aw, hell nah!”