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Let me know how you liked my story and I will update more… do leave me your feedback on this site or email me on [email protected] and follow me on Instagram www.instagram.com/taneesha.shah/ Cocksuck 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 homemovie 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, amateurs 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 selfshot 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 Blondies 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." Again he moaned, “OH fuck baby.” Cindy groaned also. Cocksuck Clearly, he means business. "That was great Pres" Zach said panting and wiped the cum from his crotch. Sapphire amateurs could only look at the selfshot other slaves Blondies in disbelief as she realized what they were up to. “Master!” she howled. My cock was lodged in April; encased in the sensational entrance to her body. Silence hung over us. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next small mountain. Chapter 20 Andre and his first Time at The House The smells and sights of my work there never bothered me much at all, since it smelled no worse, but of another nature, homemovie to the smells of the unwashed in my previous family home.