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Franklin and Lamar just finished up a business mission. Of sorts anyway. Raiding several Ballas crack houses in CGF green with caps and face bandannas and all, they were riding off, Lamar laughing like crazy. Not a mission for Dre, and definitely way too lowbrow for what they got involved in these days, if you told it to Imani, she would have just stopped listening as soon as you said it. All in the name of LD Organics.

“Oh fuck, did you see that shit?” said Lamar.

“Yeah I saw that shit. I was in that shit. Why the fuck are we picking fights with the Ballas again? Thought you liked to see yourself as an entrepreneurial businessman not someone trying to audition for Deadliest Warrior: Los Santos Edition.”

“Frank, you gotta look at the bigger picture. Ballas been out of line for awhile now, getting all imperialistic. As far as they’re concerned, way we’re dressed right now in the old school green, they just got their shit rocked hard by the CGF commandos going pew pew.”

“Old something alright. These clothes are dirty and stinkin’. Living as a clean man, I thought I put that hood life behind me. I was worried about why you wanted me to dressed up like a gangbanger, I knew it was nothing but trouble.”

“That’s just a gift to our OG’s in the Families, they need time to take care of the new bloods, right. Those Ballas ain’t gonna be messin’ with our homeboys anytime soon. And with the way I’m thinking, I’m thinking BIG! I want to make my paper down in the hood and then expand to Vinewood, real rags to riches shit, you know what I’m saying? Getting them real good credentials.”

“Yeah, credentials like, one of these days some pissed off mark is gonna come sniping for you while you’re sleeping up in a penthouse and put a bullet in yo head.”

“Nah, this ain’t like Stretch and D. We showed them who’s boss. And speaking of that old buster D, there’s a new man in town by the name of Lamar D.”

“Stretch and D have been dead for a whole decade man, and before you get nostalgic, we both know anytime spent with those two weren’t the good old days. And Lamar D? Yeah I guess you were gonna forget your last name sooner or later. I got a few words starting with D you can start using there.”

“My old name don’t matter, you might as well call me Mr. LD Organics. And that D stands for DOMINUS motherfucker! People talk about the Illuminati, I’ll be the Illumina-D. You hear me?”

“You must be high on your own supply, because I don’t got a word of what the fuck you’re on about. You see Dre living high with that clout and getting all jelly?”

“No, think about it. Monopolizing my dog. Feel me? Once I make it big in the hood, soon even the little Ballas won’t have any choice but to buy from me. They ain’t gonna break bread with them Vagos anytime soon either, they gotta get it somewhere. They won’t think twice about buying from LD Organics.”

“For once, you’re right. I guess desperation has that effect on people.”

Lamar just laughed again, not paying one mind to Frank’s diss. “Be like a mosquito, flying down to sting them and they’ll be giving up their blood money just to take a hit. As far as they concerned, they didn’t get rocked by the two biggest badasses of all time, Mr. Senor Presidente, that’s you homie, and the other being El Jefe Deez Nuts running things behind the scenes, and shit you know who that is! No, they think just got fucked over by the Families in a hit, and that’s all they need to know. Them old OG’s who know me personally will have to watch their little ones lining up to take big daddy’s fatty. All the while I’ll be racking in the green. Pyramid schemes ain’t nothing, I’ll be the pharaoh bitch!”

“A man of peace, huh? Fuck Epsilon and fuck Jesus Christ, all the hood rats praising Lamar, their lord and savior.”

“Now you see the bigger picture! Ha, I knew there was hope for you yet.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it and all I see are pie in the sky dreams.”

They got back to Vinewood Hills without any trouble. Franklin parked Lamar’s car in his driveway. Getting out of the car, Franklin was going to make his way back inside. But not before Lamar had something to say about it.

“Eh wassup, can a loc come up in your crib?”

“Man, fuck you, man, my girl’s up in there. I don’t need you creeping her out with yo weird middle aged past your prime ass!”

“Ah my ni...sorry Mr. Senor Presidente. I mean to say my n-word too good for the hood, don’t hate me because I’m fly like I’m flyin’ up in yo face buzzing all around cause I’m still gangsta and you living the domestic life being all whipped and proper. Maybe if you let me pay a visit, your girl see what a real man look like! Yeah I just wanted to neg her a bit, see if she like you getting all worked up if you poke her in the right place. But me alone with a girl like that and your highfalutin self in the same room? I’ll be dealing with with a T-nineteen time bomb!”

Then he turned his back and was off. But for once he wasn’t flipping off Franklin, he just pointed back past him. Like every other guy who ever got such an epic roasting, Franklin just said “What!”

A roast as classic as fine wine. Turning back, he just sighed. Some things would never change. But looking inside his house, he wasn’t thinking about Lamar anymore. Pointing back past him and talking about a time bomb, his boy was right, he saw smoke inside.

“Oh shit!”

He rushed in there fast. He heard his wife freaking out, making a whole bunch of noise. Typical for her, she was hot, but years later after supposedly growing up, she could still be a hot mess. He kept a fire extinguisher on his wall along just in case. Getting hold of it, he ran in the direction where the smoke was coming from.

It was the kitchen. Franklin calmed down, seeing it was just the pot roast set on the oven on fire and not an emergency like the Ballas come home to roost. Getting one of the dish rags, he went to work on beating that meat putting out the fire. As soon as it was done, he opened the windows and opened up the slider door overlooking his pool in the middle of Vinewood. Wasn’t long before all the smoke was clear.

His lady love was still making a racket. Franklin looked around to see if there was anymore smoke or a real fire going on. Went through his whole house and didn’t find a thing. Every single treasure he owned, all his valuables were all safe and sound.

Even she was all good. Spotless and beautiful like she always was. But she was still running around close to screaming. Back when he first met her, she could be shrill and loud and annoying. Ten years later and things hadn’t changed one bit.

He finally went on over to her. Even when she was having a break down, she looked gorgeous. The years had been good to her, a T-nineteen time bomb was right, she still looked like she was nineteen but she was elegant too, her long hair was up in a bun like other ladies her age in this high upscale part of town. She looked classy like that but she also liked to rock that casual MILF aesthetic because she was only sporting a little tank top that showed off her rocking cleavage and some short shorts you’d expect to see on hotties on the streets and thirst traps on Snapmatic. Not on women her age, and those shorts had MILF written on the back but they were so short and clinging to her ass that you could only see MF. Frank had become that, and staring at her rump he could already tell she wasn’t wearing underwear either. Definitely one of the reasons he married her.

Even when she was having a trip. She was running around in a tizzy, and as hysterical as she could be, he loved watching her bits jiggle when she moved like that. “Hey baby girl, calm down okay? Fire’s gone, crisis averted, we all good. Okay?”

“No, it’s not okay! Don’t you know what caused me to start that fire?”

“Baby girl, I love you, you know that. We’ve moved in together, we married, we got kids. Life is good. Whatever it is, I can handle it.”

“Franklin, it’s HORRIBLE! My dad and my mom have finally made up!”

“Baby girl, your moms and your dad already made up. Remember? He’s a big time movie executive now, clean too. No shell businesses for mafioso hustling, he’s put all that past him. People everywhere in the whole state calling him the new Solomon Richards, and Mikael Baye can’t stop going on TV to shit talk him because he’s jelly. My man’s got it made and he’s got a sweet baby girl by his side. What’s wrong with that?”

“That’s the problem! She’s gone legit too! They’re in the business together!”

“Okay, so my dog Michael and his wife Amanda are chillaxin’ just fine. You almost burned down the kitchen freaking out over that?”

“But they’re coming here for a family gathering!”

“Hey, that’s not so bad. I haven’t seen my boy Michael since you and me tied the knot. And Amanda done raised you right.”

“They’re coming here TODAY!” she said in one of her high pitched shrieks. Didn’t do that too much anymore, but when she did, she was so loud that she had to put his hands over his ears. He was lucky this house had such thick walls compared to his pad living with his aunt Denise, their baby was sleeping downstairs in one of the rooms. Bimbo voice or not, Tracey she knew how to sing a real chill lullaby when she wanted to. “And I got so surprised that I nearly burned down the house, and...and…!”

He put his hands over her bare shoulders. “Hey, hey. It’s fine, alright? We all good. But damn, it has been awhile. Me and Michael being big now, I figure he’s gonna come all suited up.” He looked down at himself and laughed. “And here I am still dressed up like a dumb mark instead of a responsible family man.”

“That’s right, that’s right! We need to get things ready. But I don’t know what to wear, and I’m dressed like a total slut and…”

He kissed her forehead and hushed her saying, “Listen, it’s all good. Let’s head on over to the closet, okay? We’ll both pick out something nice.”

Going to their bedroom, Franklin took off his shirt. A bigtime executive like him was all too glad to get that thing off. Lamar was living in the past in the hood, Frank saw himself as a man of the future.

His naked back was turned to Tracey. She giggled. “You know what I love about you the most? You’re getting to be that dad age but you’re not rocking that dad bod.” Coming up close behind him, she reached her arms around his chest and rubbed herself on him.

Franklin instantly got a lump in his pants. Those tits of hers were just as great as ever. And after dealing with Lamar’s antics for a whole day and putting out that fire, he remembered she was looking even more smoking hot than that.

“So, when did Michael say he was gonna show up?”

Laying her head on his shoulder she said, “I don’t know. But I think we have enough time before they get here.”

Tracey made a deep sensual moan. The sound of a mature woman, a sensual temptress, he knew by now it was her natural voice and not the exaggerated one she used when in casual conversation or she was really upset, and in this day and age, she put that talent to good use making ASMR audio clips up on the internet as a blonde angel Vtuber, the natural evolution of her camgirl days as Tracey Suxx. Making it big, she had a legion of fanboys simping for her hard.

But only one man got to have her for real. She trailed a series of wet kisses on Franklin’s shoulder up to his neck. While doing that, she playfully darted her fingers on his chest, teasing him, tempting him. Franklin remembered in all the movies he’d seen like this, that it was usually the husband who snuck up behind his wife’s back while she was doing some innocent domestic chores and felt her up when in the mood for something more. Here was Tracey coming onto him good.

Whipped and proper? I’ll show him.

Turning around, he kissed her right on the lips with tongue right from the beginning. Grabbing her chest, he massaged her tits all but spilling out of her shirt. Giggling, Tracey reached behind her neck and undid the string holding up her bikini top. It would have falling down out of her shirt if it wasn’t so tight.

Franklin was already in the mood to get Lamar’s nonsense out of his head. And with Tracey taking such initiative, he decided to help her out. Reaching under the hem of her shirt, he lifted it right off her torso in one direct motion. The little bikini top fell right to the floor and her big tits popped right on out. He was staring right at them.

“Don’t stare at my tits, you little beast!”

“Well shit baby, what you want me to do with them.”

“Eat them!” She grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face in there. He was surprised by her strength, at first he couldn’t even move his head. From Lamar to her, it was one thing after another. But he didn’t mind one bit, and he got his wits back fast, rubbing his face up all over in her breasts like a little boy with his first set of titties.

Laughing, Tracey moved one of her legs up on his waist. Pulling her close by that same leg under her knee with one, Franklin fondled her bubble butt in those shorts with the other. His face on her chest, he started sucking all over her tits.

At first Franklin was wild with her. Just like how she had been freaking out, just like when she shoved his face into them, he full on took them into his mouth. Not just as a way to get her back for flipping out so easy, but also because after dealing with Lamar’s business ventures, he was ready to get a taste for her. Forget that burnt pot roast, a mouthful of titties was exactly what he needed.

But it didn’t long take for him to slow down. Taking one of her breasts into his mouth, he slowly massaged it with his full lips while licking her soft skin and that nipple just right. It was such a difference in sensation that Tracey bit her lip from how raw and sensual it felt. She was feeling all of her worries melting away.

Tracey could only sit there and hold onto him, sighing softly. Franklin was still holding her leg and fondling her tush. His newfound slow pace on sucking her tit and the way he was holding her, they really did look like a model romantic couple, you wouldn’t think he was a reformed gangbanger or she ever did the things she did when she was younger. As she was absorbed in it, Franklin slapped her ass hard enough to make her jump.

He looked up at her. “You gonna behave yourself now?”

Looking down at him she said, “Oh I think I will baby doll.” He didn’t know if that was her natural voice, but it was definitely different from what most people were used to, no airheaded affect to it whatsoever.

She moaned loud with that same seductive voice, and he instantly felt his penis twitch in his pants. Moving her lips to his chest, she trailed a series of long kisses down to his crotch. Her face level with the lump in his pants, she smiled very much like a little girl looking at a tasty treat. Rubbing it with her hand, Franklin groaned, she had come onto him just right and it was exactly what he needed. Right now she was just torturing him and she knew it, he wanted to release that monster out into the world.

Tracey was of much the same opinion. Yanking his pants down so suddenly, she grabbed his dick flying out like it was a runaway dog and held it in place. She breathed deep on the bare skin of penis before she very slowly kissed all the way up the shaft to the cockhead. Once at the end of his sensitive end of his prick, she nibbled on him very slightly with her teeth, teasing the pain, and that felt so good. And to top it off, she took him wholly into her mouth.

Franklin grinned, she took his entire prick into her mouth from the get go. For several seconds, she kept her face in that position, working his entire prick with her tongue and lips while she stroked the top of his shaft with her teeth and stroked his balls with her fingers. It was a blowjob that both managed to fully pleasure him and tease him enough to have him wanting so much more. It was perfection and he loved it.

Then she started going down on him for real. Bobbing her head back and forth real fast, Franklin suddenly found himself groaning hard. That slow and satisfying hummer she just gave him was good enough on it’s own, but it also got him fired up for what was to come next. Tracey sucked plenty of dick before meeting Frank, and she learned fast that fellating any guy this fast after stimulating him so perfectly always broke them. And her current husband was no exception.

Nobody in their right mind would be counting time when getting a blowjob. But between when she started and the moment he was broken to an orgasm, every second felt like forever, perfect sexual ecstasy. He was trying to contain himself, wanting to feel it for as long as he could, it just felt so good.

In reality the moment the burst, it had only lasted barely a minute. That’s how good Tracey’s fellatio was, she was a bad girl when she was younger and she was still a baddie now. Franklin was gritting his teeth, making all sorts of funny faces like when he activated his superpower, when his dick blew up in her mouth, spraying loads of cum down her throat. Tracey didn’t mind one bit, a siren like her just kept on licking his organ, wanting to stimulate and break him as much as possible, and he answered, still cumming as his dick shook almost violently in her mouth.

When he was finished, Franklin just breathed hard. He let out a whoop. Tracey was still gorging herself down on his dark meat when he pulled it out of her mouth. No stranger to having gotten down and dirty with her, he had to admire her technique. Wasn’t a single drop leaking out of his pecker.

Tracey’s eyes were shut, she looked like a perfect and serene maiden. Not really a maiden given her history and given that right now she was immersed in the taste of Franklin’s cum, swishing it around in her mouth before she swallowed it. She looked almost oblivious to his presence.

“Damn girl, that was awesome. Alright, maybe it’s time we should get dressed. Your folks might…”

“Oh come on Franklin,” she said, more reverting to her usual bimbo voice. “I don’t think they’re gonna be coming this soon. And besides, we still have to wash up and get all clean before they get here.”

“Oh shit girl. You bad.”

“And besides, don’t you wanna punish me for being such a bad girl?”

“Yeah you made me cum real good. I gotta get back at you somehow.”

“You were sucking all over my tits before big boy. Look how hard my nipples are…”

“Shit, you’re right. No point in taking a shower if you can just brush your teeth. I gotta get you extra dirty.”

“B-but daddy, I’m such a dirty girl already!”

It wasn’t the first time she called him daddy. Considering Franklin had a whole father son dynamic with her old man, it was weird at first. Marrying into this family, he might as well have been blood for real. But he didn’t have any issues with this foxy little minx as his wife.

“Not dirty enough.”

Frankling grabbed her shoulders to steady himself. Tracey had already grabbed her tits to welcome his cock and then he plowed it right in there. He always saw himself as getting back with Tanisha somehow, but this other lady was not only way more loyal but really good it bed too. From the start they both rocked with each other at a steady and firm pace, they both were of the same mind on how to do it. He couldn’t have asked for a more faithful wife.

And she knew how to spice things up too. Moving down further so his dick was fully crammed in her cleavage and up on her face, she moaned deeply as she affectionately rubbed her face all over his shaft. Still holding her tits around it, she massaged his swollen member with her breasts ever so slowly as she started dragging her lips all over his sensitive skin. After that crazy blowjob, Franklin was loving this slow and subtle tease.

He had a big enough dick on his own. The way Tracey was treating it, it wasn’t long before he was fully hard all over again. Still, she didn’t pick things up one bit, instead just subtly pleasing him as she worshipped his cock. Feeling those lips teasing him, her soft and hot breaths on his skin, he wanted more, was aching for more. But as he had become a big time exec, he was intent on living the part, he wasn’t inclined to go medieval on her.

Tracey had other ideas. While she was still teasing him, she looked up at him, batting her eyes ever so slyly. A woman in her thirties, now she looked more like the little trollop she used to be. She was begging for it.

Giving into his desires, Franklin suddenly plowed inside her cleavage hard. Even with how experienced a woman Tracey was, she was thrown off from the force of his cock rocking inside her tits. Determined to fuck him up even more, she squeezed her tits around his dick as hard as possible and moved back just as hard as he was thrusting.

But this time she would lose. Frank pinched her hard nipples, causing her to screech even more shrilly than usual while continuing to ram her cleavage. Indulging in a sadistic side, Franklin made sure to rub his dick all over Tracey’s face each time he thrust inward, right now he wanted to use her like a pretty blonde fucktoy. She couldn’t take it anymore, she was defenseless against him.

Franklin’s dick was just moving back when he nutted. His pecker pointed right at her face, he coated her face in a thick load of his spooge. Always a dutiful little skank no matter the time and place, Tracey opened her mouth to catch what cream she could, his black dick throbbing within the soft embrace of her breasts shot all over her beautiful visage, in her mane of blonde hair, and naturally as he calmed down, the cum oozing out down the shaft got all over her breasts too. All the while he kept on prodding her nipples and breasts with his fingers.

At that point, Franklin was so high in his orgasm that he barely registered that he was still fondling her nips. And despite the roughness of that climax, of him taking charge, Tracey was starting to feel real kinky. Biting her lip, she suddenly stood up to look him right in the eye.

Franklin was taken aback by this sudden show of lusty initiative. Two strong orgasms straight in a row, he was no match for Tracey suddenly wrapping her arms around his neck and moving herself right up on him. Their naked chests right up on each other, she was far more active, humping Frank like her brother liked to fuck blow up dolls. After giving her dear husband two awesome nuts, she needed to cum herself.

She suddenly whined, sounding angry and helpless at once. Looking at her directly, he saw her shaking, looking down at the floor. He knew his lady well enough to know when she came, but it was clear she was wanting more. Then she snapped her head up to meet his eyes, a predatory hunger in her gaze.

“There’s another hole you can stick that thing in.”

Spinning her around and yanking down her shorts to get himself a look at that sweet naked behind, he stroked himself good. “Daddy’s gonna get you real dirty!” he said, ramming his cock deep into her twat.

The impact was so hard that Tracey’s torso fell forward on the spot. After messing up Franklin so bad earlier, it was only appropriate he got the chance to get her right back. She had warmed his dick up good too, he was slamming it so deep inside her that she felt like she would have fallen if not for his hands on her hips holding her steady. She was moaning hard with every thrust.

Tracey’s cries sounded more and more bimbotastic with each thrust. The sound sent a thrill up Franklin’s cock, she was as tight as ever. But with their baby sleeping in one of the other rooms down on this same floor, he considered it lucky that the walls on this level of the house were so thick. Her crying out was becoming louder than his aunt Denise’s hysterical wailing.

“Damn baby you gotta let it easy. My ears is starting to hurt!” Franklin was very happy the walls were so thick. Tracey’s wails could wake the dead, and with how good she felt, he didn’t need a crying baby giving him some coitus interruptus.

All she had to say to that was, “Harder! Harder!”

More than happy to give it to her, he did just that. Thrusting himself in all the way, he let loose, busting his third nut that day right down her cunt, and she screamed so loud her voice actually broke in her throat. That didn’t keep her from giving it right back to him as they were both rocking each other in that mutual orgasm.

Once they both settled down she stood up weakly. She was stained with cum all over, from her face to her tits and dripping out of her cunt. Looking at him, she said, “We should probably clean up now.”

“Shit girl, you got that right.”

Getting in the shower, they both washed all over each other’s naked bodies. Tracey was very attentive to Franklin’s big dick while he was all too happy to put his hands all over her bare bod in any context, she giggled as he felt and groped up her tits. But then she turned around and wiggled her tush at him. Looking down at her, the years and that pregnancy had been good. Now she had a classic hourglass body, curvy hips that exploded into one of a ripe tushy.

“All we’ve done and you still haven’t fucked my best hole.”

Leaning against the wall, she stuck her ass out and spread her big booty cheeks wide open. Franklin just sighed and said, “But baby, we just got cleaned up and your folks is gonna be here any minute now.”

“Are you saying my ass is too big for you to fuck?”

Looking down at her wet naked body, that sweet ass of hers spread wide open, her beckoning him, he was wanting it all over again. He caressed those cheeks, feeling them all over, before he gave one of them a smack. “Nah, it’s firm and tight and just right.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear.”

Grabbing the base of his pecker, he slowly moved his wood inside her anal cavity. Tracey groaned hard feeling it in there and as soon as it was in all the way, she let go of her cheeks and then they clapped shut on his prick. He almost jumped from the sensation but that was nothing compared to the spark in his penis and he only started giving it to her in earnest.

Already having gotten so fucked hard today, Tracey could only moan deeply. Still leaning against the wall and rained in water, looking back at him with her cheeks tinged red, she really did look like a sex goddess. Both of them were moving hard on each other, and neither wanted it to stop.

She almost fell to the floor when his dick exploded inside her.
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Franklin and Tracey were dressed up looking fine. He was dressed up in a suit and tie as was his wont to do so these days while she was in a plaid skirt with a varsity jacket. Stylish and sophisticated at the same time, definitely the kind of thing you’d see at a highbrow party in Los Santos. Franklin was patiently sitting, waiting for the door to start knocking.

Tracey was not so patient. Standing up in front of him, she bent over and lifted up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Baby, you sure we should be doing this? Your pops could be coming here anytime and…”

“Just one quick little fuck.”

“Well shit, when you put it that way…”

The De Santa family did indeed arrive not too much longer after that. Michael himself had more than a few white streaks in his hair nowadays and sporting a suit and tie, he really did look like the godfather type gangster he always wanted to be. He wasn’t a criminal anymore, but his new connections in show business and his oldschool rep as Townley, he could definitely go back into that life. Come out on top in a way that Martin Madrazo never could while staying legit enough to drop the panties of your wife and daughter, Devin Weston would be fuming with rage.

Jimmy was still living with them too. Coincidentally Franklin and Tracey’s four year old son was also paying them a visit today. The kid loved playing with his grandparents and Jimmy never thought he’d have a black nephew. He loved that kid, he even said the n-word all the time and he and Jimmy would bond by saying it over and over again.

But when they rang the doorbell, they let themselves in through the small door to go in through the deck slider. As soon as Michael and Amanda got a good look at what the lovely couple were doing, they just shrugged. They watched Frank blow his load inside of Tracey, and then she got down on her knees and gave him a clean up job. A quick little fuck indeed. Some things never changed.

Especially Jimmy. Not quite the loudmouthed stereotype he used to be, he still had his old perversions. Watching them do it, he just nodded his head in approval with a sly grin and said, “Nice.”

Michael just looked at his son with a deadpan look on his face. “That’s your sister Jim.”

For that reason, Amanda put her hands over their grandson’s eyes before he got a look at the racy scene and decided to take him someplace to play. It was always a pet theory that the reason Jimmy turned out the way he did is because he snuck into his parents’ room once while they were doing it. They were not going to make that same mistake again.
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