Jon's mom walked in the front door, carrying grocieries in her arms, then stopped and dropped the bags on the floor.
In the corner of the room, she saw two black people having oral sex.
"What's going on here?!" she yelled. "Who are you two? What are you doing in my house?!"
Lebron moved away from Jonelle, who still wanted more, and said "You don't know yo own son."
"You're not my son," she said back.
"I ain't yo son, be she is," he pointed at Jonelle, still kneeling on the floor. "She's yo son, wit the name o Jon. Cept she ain't yo son no mo."
Jon's mom walked towards Lebron, then thought better of what she thought of doing and walked to her phone instead. "I don't have a son. One named Jon or otherwise." She picked up the phone.
"What you doin there?" asked Lebron.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm calling the cops. Unless you two want to explain who you REALLY are and how you got in my house."
'She can't call da cops', Lebron thought. 'I'll have to do somethin bout that.'
He held out the stone. "I wish ..."
