Son of a Nympho

By J. Havn Thangz

When violence erupts inside of a household and leaves one parent face down in a pool of blood, it's enough to leave any child mentally disturbed.

Sixteen-year-old T.J is fed up with the cards that life has dealt him and is pushed to become a cold blooded and calculated criminal. Does he have enough guts to wipe out his number one enemy, o

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cadmus Publishing
• Release date: Apr 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9781637513996

J. Havn Thangz

J. Havn Thangz is listed as a maximum security inmate. He figured out that the pen is mightier than the sword and that writing would become his greatest weapon."I sat amongst so many individuals who all shared the same vision. Everyone one of them wanted to be the biggest criminal and they were focused on being a real nigga. I had a totally different aura. I didn't wanna leave prison the same way I came in, so I started focusing on being a real man." He says.

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Son of a Nympho

J. Havn Thangz

Cadmus Publishing

www.cadmuspublishing.com

Copyright © 2023 J. Havn Thangz

Published by Cadmus Publishing

www.cadmuspublishing.com

Port Angeles, WA

ISBN: 978-1-63751-399-6

All rights reserved. Copyright under Berne Copyright Convention, Universal Copyright Convention, and Pan-American Copyright Convention. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction; therefore, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1. 1

Chapter 2. 3

Chapter 310

Chapter 4. 15

Chapter 518

Chapter 625

Chapter 7. 31

Chapter 8. 38

Chapter 9.44

Chapter 10. 46

Chapter 11.49

Chapter 12.52

Chapter 13.55

Chapter 14.60

Chapter 15.66

Chapter 16.71

Chapter 17. 74

Chapter 18.78

Chapter 19.84

Chapter 20.88

Chapter 21.91

Chapter 22.96

Chapter 23.103

Chapter 1.

Fuck you bitch! Timothy yelled with a tear in his eye.

Nawl, fuck you bomb ass nigga! Tameka replied while crying on her hands and knees holding her rib cage. Nigga, I wouldn’t have to do it if you were handling your business. You got the nerve to jump on me because I did what I had to do to keep a roof over our head. Please take me to the hospital Tim, I think my ribs are broken!

Bam…Bam…Bam

Tim punched Tameka in the face. You bitch! Fuck ya ribs! Our home is broken. The whole town is laughing at me because my bitch gave her pussy to the rent man. I can’t even floss you. You dishonored our household! Tim yelled kicking his son’s mother in the face. He kicked her in the stomach once more.

Ah My ribs Tim Please! I’m sorry I did it! She yelled, coughing up blood. He continued punching her, delivering fatal blow after blow to her head.

Bitch Imma beat you all night so get it in your muthafucking mind. Is that how you were yelling when he was standing up in that pussy bitch, huh?

Bam…Bam…Bam…Bam…

Sorry ass bitch! He didn’t think about stopping at all.

Tim please. She cried, trying to crawl away but barely moving due to the pain running through her body.

Sorry muthafucking bitch, he mumbled kicking her in the face once more. I should kill you bitch. Can’t believe you, after all I do in these streets for you.

Nigga, you don’t do shit for me! You ain’t got no fucking hustle. You run with a click of broke niggas robbing gas stations and snatching purses from old ass women. Yeah, I did what I did and if you kill me, at least I’ll die knowing I stood up for my son, she said, before reaching under the couch pillow and pulling out a chrome 22.

POW! POW! POW!

Tameka let off three shots, hitting Tim directly in the chest with two and the last one entered his stomach, dropping the father of her son and leaving him face down in a puddle of blood. The house quickly shifted from complete chaos to being programmed on mute.

All Tameka heard was the sound of her four-year-old son standing in his doorway, whimpering with his bear in his hand. T.J had watched his father beat his mother before. After watching her shoot him, T.J knew that this would be the last time he witnessed it.

Baby…come here. Mama needs your help. T.J walked over to his mother, but he could not take his eyes off of his father. No matter what Tim and Tameka went through, Tim had made it his duty to spend time with his son, Tim Jr. Not knowing if he should check on his mother or his father first, T.J stood still.

T.J, son, come here. Mama need your help. Tameka said with blood making its way from her mouth to the floor. Go get my cell phone baby, mama need you right now son.

T.J walked away and came back with her cell phone. He stood in silence, watching his dead father lay lifeless while his mother notified the authorities. You killed him, mama. You killed my daddy, T.J said, looking at his mother with tears in his eyes. T.J overheard the entire argument and would forever have hatred in his heart.

Chapter 2.

14 years later

Mr. Jones, I had a family emergency come up this month and my rent money had to be put towards a life-or-death situation, Tameka said.

Shh..shh…shh, I like it when things come up. Not family emergencies, but you know, other things. It gives me a chance to get what I want and love.

I know exactly what you want, Mr. Jones. Is it that good to you? Tameka asked.

Is it that good? I’ve been letting you slide on and off on your rent for twelve years. Does that answer your question? he asked, reaching down and grabbing his dick.

Tameka stood back on her brown muscular legs. She had a small waist that any man would instantly want to grab and squeeze. She had short hair with dark red highlights at the top, light brown skin, natural long eye lashes, high cheek bones and small lips. Tameka was slim, thick and a nympho.

Bring yo ass on in this house. I might have to take you from your wife., She said smiling and rolling her eyes.

Mr. Jones was a fifty-nine-year-old fat white man with a beer belly and dentures. He smoked cigars day and night and loved black women.

Sit’cha ass down.

He sat down and unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Tameka pulled off her clothes and walked over to him and pulled on his small penis.

Splat…splat…splat

She spit on his thumb size pecker and slurped him up as if she was auditioning for a movie role.

You like how this dick tastes? Mr. Jones asked. He thought Tameka actually wanted his dick in her mouth and that she held out on paying her rent so that she could purposely have sex with him. She jerked him and played with her pussy. Mr. Jones stopped her before he came.

She climbed on top of him and inserted his penis inside of her juice box. She was drenched, not from the though of who she was about to let enter her, but from the thought of having an extra seven hundred bucks in her pocket to do whatever.

You like this black pussy baby? She asked, rubbing the tip of his prick on the insides of her coochie flaps.

My god baby, I fucking love it.

She moved her hips like the old Ciara. He was at full attention. She leaned over to his side, avoiding facial contact and bounced up and down on him while he growled. Squeeze my ass and smack it for me, big daddy. You know how I like that freaky shit.

Smack…smack…smack…smack.

Yes, I love that shit big daddy. I love fucking you. Ahhh, ahh, ah! Yes, I needed this. Stick ya finger in my ass. Ohhh, yesss! She yelled. Fuck my asshole big daddy. Fuck it harder! She reached back and pushed his two fat fingers in and out of her asshole with force.

Tameka loved to take it up the ass. She squeezed her c-cup breast and pictured Tim fucking her in the rear.

***

T.J was home early from school. He overheard his whorish mother moaning in pleasure. He knew she was a sex addict, but this one particular person bothered him more than anyone.

Ahhh yes, Mr. Jones! She yelled, not knowing that T.J was home.

Every time T.J laid his eyes on Mr. Jones, rage filled his mind. He wanted to kick his mother’s room door in and shoot them both dead. He could not believe that she still had the audacity to keep spitting on his father’s grave by screwing this fat white guy. T.J never let his mother know that he knew the reason behind his father’s death. Tameka tried to play him as if Tim jumped on her for no apparent reason.

T.J remembered both of their words that night verbatim.

He turned and walked outside. He had a deep hatred towards Tameka for what she had done and what she did over the years. He wiped his eyes.

Hey T.J little buddy, Mr. Jones said, acting as if he was happy to see him. Wow! Would you look at that! You look more and more like your father every time I see you. Your father was such a good man. He did everything he could for you and your mother.

Tameka stood with a fake smile on her face and said, he loved us dearly.

These muthafucka’s think I’m stupid, T.J thought.

Mr. Jones fired up a cigar and said, see you in 30 days, Tameka. Hey, T.J, you make sure you take care of your mom. She’s such a sweet lady.

T.J caught his wise ass remark as Mr. Jones jumped in his black and red Harley Davidson truck.

"Hey T.J, how was school? Tameka asked.

T.J said nothing. He gave his mother the filthiest look and walked past her.

"Nigga,