It Needed Doin' - Lamarr WIlson - Sex Stories

It Needed Doin' - Lamarr WIlson

... You been talkin' to him about me?"

"What? I ain't no snitch!" DL protested, foam on his lips and waving his frothy toothbrush. "What would I tell him anyway?"

Lamarr knew that DL wasn't likely to know anything, Shawna had long ago established a rule about no 'business' was to be talked about or conducted around her son. Lamarr stuck to that rule.

But still, Lamarr was convinced that Damar was targeting him, and using his police contacts to make life tough for him. Lamarr thought it was likely DL was telling his father lies about him, when they had their weekends together.

"You tellin' him somethin'." Lamaarr accused, stepping into DL. They young boy stepped back, rather than be knocked over. "What're you sayin' to him?"

"Nothing!" DL protested, his volume rising. He was confused, he knew Lamarr had 'beef' with his Dad, but his Dad never said anything about Lamarr, or even asked questions about him.

"I ain't no snitch!" the boy protested. It was all he knew to say, while dealing with his confusion.

Lamarr reached out, and snatched DL's upper arm. He hauled the boy to him, and pulled the boy onto his tiptoes, while he leaned into his face.

"You need to tell me what you are saying to him." Lamarr's voice was low.

"I didn't say nothin'!" DL yelled. "Let me go!"

"Lamarr, let my son go." Shawna said, from the doorway. "Now."

Lamarr stood up, but didn't release DL. He turned to look at Shawna.

"He's gotta be talkin' to his dad. He's saying ...

... somethin' to make Damar mad." Lamarr told her. "I wannna know what."

"Let him go Lamarr." Shawna's eyes focused on her no-longer boyfriend. She made no hostile move, she didn't want her son hurt. Still, her tone was even, and brooked no nonsense.

"Mom!" DL yelled, rattled. He didn't understand why Lamarr was doing this. It was shaking his faith.

"I wanna know what he's been sayin'." Lamarr told Shawna, matching her tone and look.

"Lamarr." Shawna said, stepping into the bathroom and looking up at the taller man. "Let my son go."

"Or what?" Lamarr asked, his voiced laced with threat.

Shawna stepped back once, and raised her hand, which held her phone. It was active, and a timer was counting. The biggest characters on the screen said "911 Emergency."

Lamar looked from the screen, and then to Shawna. He saw nothing but resolve in her eyes.

"Shit..." Lamarr said as he didn't just let DL go, he half-shoved him as he did so.

"Leave." Shawna said, and stood aside, giving Lamarr room to get out of the bathroom.

"Baby, I'm just stressin' about all this shit! Maybe DL don't know anythin' but..."

"Leave."

"I live here!" Lamarr protested.

"Not anymore." Shawna informed him.

The two matched stares. After a few seconds, Lamarr glanced at Shawna's upraised phone again, knowing he was being recorded. He felt a moment of conflict... he'd never struck Shawna before, but... and the cops were going to be coming...

"Shit..." Lamarr said, and marched out of ...