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Amanda's Past

By: mlyn



Amanda pulled the RV off the main interstate, and found a small restaurant, with a nice large parking area. She parked the vehicle, and grabbed her purse, making sure she had the keys, before locking the door. She looked back over her shoulder at the RV, still amazed that it was hers. She walked into the small home-style restaurant and immediately liked the atmosphere. She found a booth and sat down, taking the menu from the metal holder at the back of the table. 

Instead of studying the menu to decide what to eat, she found herself looking around the small diner, appreciating its old-fashioned charm. It looked like it was caught in time, like a flash back to the fifties. It still had the small jukebox at each table, to select the music. She couldn’t resist the temptation, and fished in her pocket for the right kind of coins. She deposited the money, and then selected a song from sixties, one her mother used to always listen to as Amanda was growing up.

At the counter, a man had been watching her, enjoying the expressions on her face as she first looked around the restaurant, and then upon deciding to play some music. He wasn’t sure of the young woman’s age, just knew she was a lot younger than he. But something about her drew him. She had a beautiful face, composed of arched eyebrows, and thickly lashed eyelids surrounding dark brown eyes. Her skin was clear, in spite of her young years, and a translucent glow seemed to come from within her. Her lips were lush, full and looked like bees had stung them. What he had seen of her body was centerfold material, ill disguised by the white T-shirt she wore. 

The waitress, asking if he wanted more coffee, drew his attention. He nodded, not moving his gaze away from the young woman. Betty, who had worked at the restaurant for more years than anyone dared to count, looked from Tom’s handsome, tanned face to where his attention was centered. She had seen the young woman come into the restaurant, as had many of the other regular patrons. Betty decided to serve the table her self, instead of leaving it to the younger waitress, Carol.

Amanda was startled when a glass of water set down beside her on the table. She looked up into the kind and smiling face of a woman who looked like she was in her fifties. She looked and the woman’s tag claimed her name to be ‘Betty.’ Amanda smiled. 

“Hi!” Amanda said to the other woman. “I love this restaurant, especially the music thing.” She gestured to the small jukebox.

Betty smiled back, deciding the young woman obviously didn’t have a stuck up personality to match her gorgeous looks. “It’s been like this for years, honey. What can I get for you today?”

Amanda looked back down at the menu, and unconsciously moved one hand to rest on the slightly rounded bulge in her tummy, partially hidden by the table and loose T-shirt. Betty didn’t miss the gesture, and began wondering what this young girl’s story might be. 

Amanda ordered a salad and two glasses of milk. Betty went to turn the order in, having every intention of returning to the table to find out about the young woman. But as she started back towards the table, she saw that Tom had deserted the restaurant’s books on the counter, and was now standing at the table of the young woman. Betty gave a very unladylike curse. She should have Tom to his chair. The man was too damned nice for his own good, and had a history of helping ‘strays’ that wandered into the restaurant in the past.

Amanda looked up as she became aware someone was standing at the edge of the table. She looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. His face was tanned, and had smile crinkles at the eyes, and mouth. He was tall, muscular and dressed in a navy T-shirt and jeans. 

“I’m Tom Carter, owner of this place. Mind if I join you for a few moments? I like to meet my customers.”

Betty had just reached the table, and snorted in disbelief at his outright lie at the end of his introduction. Amanda looked from the attractive man, to the kind waitress who had brought one of her glasses of milk. She reached up to accept the milk as Betty shoved Tom out of her way. Tom looked at Betty in surprise, staggering under her forceful and unexpected interference. He caught the glare in her eyes, but just grinned.

“Would you bring me some more coffee, Betty?” Tom asked the older woman as he slid onto the bench seat opposite Amanda.

Amanda sipped her milk, looking at Tom, who was now sitting across from her. She lifted one hand and pushed her waist-length blond hair back behind her shoulders. She had no idea how the simple move shifted her breasts beneath the thin shirt, and had them jiggling side to side, before they settled once again, proud and jutting out in front of her. 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Carter. My name is Amanda Trebi… Smith. Amanda Smith.”

Tom wondered at the stumble over her name, and wondered if she decided to use a fake name at the last moment. She was so beautiful, and they were only a couple hundred miles away from ‘tinsel town,’ that he had to wonder if she was running away. Perhaps she thought he would recognize her name, even here in this small town, at the edge of the desert. He watched as she chewed her full lower lip for a moment. Tom was jolted once again by a lightening bolt of arousal, shooting through his body. Damn, he said to himself, this ‘woman-child’ was the sexiest thing he had seen in years!

Betty returned and set his coffee down with a loud clink of china. Once Tom looked up at her, she glared at him before she turned away. Tom turned his gaze back to Amanda though. He grinned at her, showing his perfect, white and even teeth. “Welcome to the end of the world, as most of the local youngsters call it.”

Amanda laughed as he had hoped, and he glimpsed her smile. Dimples appeared in her cheeks and her eyes lit from within. As if she hadn't been attractive enough, now she was radiant, as she smiled. She sipped her milk, reminding herself that she had to drink it all down. “It can’t be that bad. In fact, do you know if there are jobs open? I need a job, and this town seemed like a nice size and friendly.”

Tom wondered at why this beautiful woman would bury herself here, when she could go back to Hollywood, or continue on to Vegas. With her looks, she could make big money at the hotels there, working the tables, or even waitressing. Tom ignored his inner voice of caution, and the fact that there was a job open at the bank, just down the street. He also didn’t mention the job in the local market, which was open due to Charlie’s wife being off after her surgery. Instead, he smiled across the table at her.

“It’s funny you should ask. I need some extra help here, at the restaurant. I just hadn't gotten around to putting a sign up yet, or an ad in the paper. You must be heaven sent, coming at the right time indeed!”

Amanda smiled slowly. “I’ll be honest, Mr. Carter. I’m not really trained for anything, but I am willing to tackle any job, and work hard.”

“Call me Tom, Amanda. We don’t stand on formality here. Just one thing though, you look awfully young…” he let his voice trail away.

“I’ll be nineteen in a few months,” she told him, and offered to show him her driver’s license as proof. Tom shook his head, though he added he would need her to fill out a few papers. 

“There is a small hotel in town, but I have an extra room over the restaurant, if you haven’t found anywhere to stay yet.” 

Amanda thanked him. “Actually, I my home with me.” She pointed out the window, to where her RV was parked. “Could I hook it up to the restaurant? I will be happy to pay for the electricity, or just deduct it from my paycheck.”

Tom turned from gazing at the obviously expensive vehicle, and decided this young woman was more mysterious than he had first assumed. “No problem. I’ll help you hook it up, once you finish eating.”

Before Amanda could do more than nod, Betty called out to Tom that he had a phone call. He excused himself, and walked over to where Betty was holding the receiver out to him. He took it, but before he could speak, Betty glared at him again, and muttered just one word.

“Lolita!” She turned her back on him, and grabbed Amanda’s food and took it across to her. Instead of leaving, she took Tom’s seat opposite the young woman.

“So, are you passing through our quaint part of the world?”

Amanda smiled as she eagerly chewed the first bite of her salad. She shook her head negatively though. She swallowed and started on the second glass of milk. “I needed a job, and Tom, Mr. Carter, I mean, was kind enough to tell me about the one here. I am really grateful to him, because he is going to let me hook up out back.” She gestured towards the RV. She stopped talking to take another bite.

Betty sat stunned. As far as she knew, there were no job openings here! She turned and looked at Tom, who was just starting back towards the table. She saw the guilty look on his face, and knew that he realized she had probably just learned about his ‘little lie.’ She shook her head, and stood back up. The man was insane, she told herself quietly, stark raving mad. As Tom resumed his seat, he heard Betty mutter the name Lolita once again, before she walked away. 

“I need to go run an errand, but I’ll be back in about thirty minutes. I’ll meet you by the RV, and we can move it around back and get you all settled in.” He paused until Amanda nodded agreement, and then he took off out of the restaurant, at a near run. 

His seat wasn’t empty for long though. Betty came back, and called over her shoulder to the cook, Bill, she was taking her break. She intended to learn some much needed information about her newest coworker, before her boss, and lifelong friend, got eaten up and spit back out. “My name is Betty Farnsworth, and you are…?” She asked rudely.

Amanda swallowed, and took another sip of milk. “Amanda Smith,” she told the older woman, the lie coming more easily this time.

“Where you from, sugar?”

Amanda considered another lie, but decided it might too hard to keep them straight. “From Hollywood. I decided to get out of tinsel town.”

“Were you trying to be an actress?” Betty asked naturally assuming that everyone in Hollywood acted. 

“No. I never had any desire to even try it. Now, what will I be doing around here? Maybe you could instruct me before Tom, Mr. Carter, gets back.”

Amanda finished her salad, listening while Betty explained that her husband Bill worked as cook here, and their niece Carol, was the other waitress. She nodded when Amanda said it was quite a family place. Betty added that she thought of Tom like her son, since she had been a good friend with his folks; all the while they owned the restaurant as well. Amanda slipped her jeans jacket on, as she cooled off in the air-conditioned restaurant. Betty watched as the younger woman snapped it shut, and therefore concealed her slightly rounded belly from sight. 

Betty had called both her husband and niece over and introduced them, and was just standing as Tom came back inside. He frowned as he saw that Betty had taken advantage of his absence. He walked over to the booth.

“How about we get your RV set up? That way you can get a good night’s rest before you start tomorrow.”

Amanda stood slowly, and picked up the ticket from the table. Before she could open her purse, Tom had snatched it from her fingers. He pocketed the ticket, ignoring Betty’s surprised look.

“I always buy a dinner for new employees, Amanda. So this one is on the house!” He put his hand around Amanda’s elbow, ignoring Betty’s disbelieving snort. “I’m anxious to see this vehicle of yours. I’ve never been in one before…” he added, escorting her out of the restaurant.

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Amanda was lying on the queen size bed at the back of the RV when she heard a knock on the door. She started nervously, and slid her hand towards the drawer that held the handgun she had purchased the day after she had left home. Her fingers touched the cold handle before she heard Tom call out to her.

“It’s Tom, Amanda. I wanted to make sure you were settled in for the night, and didn’t need anything.”

Amanda closed the drawer and scampered to the door, unlocking it. “Come in, Tom. I’m fine.” She closed the door, and gestured for him to sit down at the small table. 

Tom slid behind the table, onto the padded seat, unable to miss the attractive swell of Amanda’s cheeks, which were visible as her nightgown slid up while she reached into a cupboard. She hadn't put a robe on, and she was wearing a sheer, short gown, with the little panties that matched. Tom felt his body respond instantly, and thought to himself that he hadn't seen a short nightgown like that since his teen years. He stopped abruptly, not liking those thoughts at all! 

Amanda set two glasses on the table. “Would you like some juice, or maybe milk?” She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling.

“Boy, you are quite the milk drinker! I’ll have juice, if you have nothing stronger.”

Amanda turned with the milk in one hand and the juice in the other. She used her hip to push the door closed and that is when Tom saw it for the first time. He started to jump up, but hit his head on the cabinets above him. He slumped back down, rubbing the bump and stared at Amanda’s rounded tummy. The nightgown was empire waisted, and it draped over her swollen belly obviously.

Amanda set the containers down and eased onto the seat beside him. Her fingers moved into his hair, probing the tender area. “Are you all right?”

Tom turned, not realizing how close she really was. Their faces were but inches apart and he felt the warmth of her breath. He nodded, but his eyes went straight down to the mound that was pressing against the gown. “You’re pregnant!” He told her.

Amanda nodded slowly. “I thought you knew… That you noticed in the restaurant. Does this mean you don’t want to hire me after all? I can still work hard, I promise.”

Tom looked back up, his eyes catching on the delectable display of her large, lush tits in the low cut gown. Her nipples were taut and distended, and seemed to poking out at least half an inch, like they were begging to be tasted. He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

“Of course, I’ll still hire you. I just didn’t realize…” He paused trying to calm his raging hard on, and organize his thoughts.

“That I was knocked up, huh?” Amanda supplied the words for him.

Tom nodded, not liking applying the coarse words to this delicate woman. “Where is the father of the baby? Are you married?”

Amanda shook her head no. “You don’t want to hear about my troubles.” She turned on the seat, and poured him a glass of juice, and then milk for herself. Now he understood the milk fetish.

Tom ignored his common sense, and reached out to lightly place his hand over hers, where it rested on the small table. “Yes, I do, Amanda. I know we just met, but I would like to help, if I can.”

Amanda turned and gave him a small smile. “It’s a sordid story, Tom. It might make a good movie, in fact.”

“Go on, honey,” he told her softly, wanting to know more about her, no matter what it might be.

“I am in the family way, in the most basic of ways,” she told him harshly, laughing without humor at her choice of words. 

Tom rubbed her hand lightly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Start at the beginning…”

In the dim light of the RV, Amanda slowly remembered…

“I was sixteen when I first noticed him watching me, all the time.”

“Who, Amanda?” Tom prodded her gently.

“My step-father, Lance Trebiano.” She paused as she saw the recognition on his face. Her stepfather was a famous actor, who was wealthy beyond most people’s wildest dreams. He had married her mother when she was about fourteen. Her mother had been an actress, but not anywhere near as good, nor as well known. “My mother died unexpectedly when I seventeen. It was after that, well, Lance cancelled a couple of movie deals, to stay home and to ‘be there’ for me he told everyone.”

Amanda paused, remembering, and Tom felt bile rise up in his throat. It was obvious what had happened. He heard Amanda continue. “About a month after her death, the light touches he had always used, became more deliberate, and would linger. He told me he wanted to buy me new clothes, to help cheer me up. He took me to a very exclusive store, and he bought me all kinds of lingerie. I thought it was all so pretty, lacy, not thinking about how provocative and how much it exposed. He threw out all my other clothes, and told me I could only wear what he bought me. My clothes got sexier, more adult. I had to wear them all the time, except when I went to school. Then I wore my uniform, but I had to wear the sexy lingerie beneath. I had developed suddenly, and the new lingerie only made it more noticeable. The boys were always watching me at school.”

“He came to pick me up at school a couple of months after my mother died, and found a couple of seniors standing around me, talking to me. I felt so important… Here were these popular seniors. And they were paying attention to me! I had always been part of the unpopular crowd. I was smart, and didn’t hide it. But Lance’s makeover didn’t stop at the clothes. He had my hair lightened, my eyebrows shaped, and he had me tanning in the nude every day, in his tanning bed.”

“Anyway, he shouted at me to get in the car. I was so embarrassed, but that was the last day I went to school. He told me the next morning that I would be home schooled. He didn’t said he didn’t want me exposed to the drugs and other things that were going on in high schools. He then replaced the house staff with Mexican immigrants, who didn’t speak any English. He said he was helping them out, and he was the only one who spoke Spanish. One morning, I woke up and found him gathering all of my uniforms, and all the clothes he had bought me, except the lingerie. He told me from now on, I would only wear what he allowed, and nothing else. I tried staying in my room, but he wouldn’t allow that either. He got rid of my bed, and locked all the other rooms. He told me I would be sleeping in his bed from now on.”

Tom clenched his hands into fists, wanting to kill the bastard. 

“After dinner that night, he made me put on one of those bustier things, a thong, stockings, garter belt and high heels. I felt silly walking around like that, but he kept coming up with errands for me to do for him. He put a movie in the VCR and told me to come and sit next to him. I tried to turn my head, but his hand caught my hair and I was forced to watch the X-rated movie. They were all naked, and having sex. Finally, one woman was put over a small table and the man got behind her…” Amanda stopped as her memories flooded over her.

Lance had told her get on the floor and lean over the coffee table. He had slapped her face when she didn’t move right away. She felt him move behind her and begin caressing her naked thighs, making small circles with his warm palms. His hands slid between her thighs, and pressed her legs apart. He had murmured to her, telling her how to move her body. When his fingers touched her lips, she had jumped in surprise. His fingers didn’t stop though, and moved forward to slip under the panties. His fingers cupped her mound, and tangled in the blond shag he found there. He had enjoyed seeing her pubic hair falling out of the tiny panties he made her wear. He would trim her pussy, soon enough, and probably even shave her bald, just not yet. 

The next moment, she realized that it was his hot, naked flesh that was against her ass cheeks and back of her thighs. She felt his manhood pressing between her thighs. She tried to close her thighs, but it was too late. He surged forward, and she cried out as he entered her virgin body. It had hurt a little, but his hands were already grabbing and squeezing her breasts, which distracted her. She heard him behind her, breathing hard, thrusting in and out of her body. His pre-cum and the little bit of blood had eased his passage, and there was a lewd squelching noise with each thrust in and out of her cunt. She heard his talking to her, all the while there was the steady ‘slap- slap’ sound of his full balls bouncing against her pussy lips with each thrust. With his hands on her tits, and having waited so long, he came quickly, and shot his cum deeply into her body. She was exhausted as he carried her body to his bed. 


Amanda's Past



Lance held her tight against him, spoon fashion, with his lengthy, but now flaccid cock, between her thighs, and just inside her lips. Twice that night, he awoke, and was hard inside her body. He began thrusting into her body, his fingers coming around her body and working her clit. He had no mercy, and diddled her clit until she spasmed and came hard and fast, all over his cock, buried in her cunt. He told her how tight her cunt was, and what fabulous tits she had. He talked to her crudely, and crassly. He pinched her nipples, tugging and pulling on them eagerly.

The next morning, she had been a sticky mess, blood and semen dried on her thighs, and matted in her pubic hair. She had stumbled into his bathroom and into the shower to wash the memories away. But he was standing there, with a towel, as she exited the shower. He made her stand in front of him while he dried her body slowly. He took a really long time drying her breasts, admiring the size, shape and firmness of them. She had shivered as he told her he would call her breasts either tits, boobs, or jugs from now on. 

He had left her alone that day, and returned that evening, with a box for her. She recognized the name of the lingerie shop on the box. Inside was an ‘outfit’ he wanted her to wear. It consisted of a bustier that merely supported her large breasts, exposing them totally, just lifting and pointing the nipples saucily upwards. There was a tiny thong, and she was self-conscious when she saw how much of her bush was visible. There was a garter belt, and stockings, along with high heels. She had to wear this to the table to eat in. She blushed hotly, feeling the hot stares of the male servants, who came and went in the dining room. At one point, she had looked up, and found one of them staring right at her boobs and distended nipples. She was glad to retire to Lance’s room, that night. 

But once in the room, he had made her remove the thong, and lie on his bed. He had returned a few minutes later with a towel, bowel of water, razor, shaving crème, and lastly a beard trimmers. He placed pillows under her head, and spread her thighs very wide apart. A towel went under her hips, and he placed one hand flat on her bush. He rubbed the soft, lush curls. He had told her was going to trim her pussy and in the next second was mowing her bush off with his trimmer. She watched as her dark blond plush rug was sheered off. Soon she looked as she had as a young girl, and he laid the trimmers aside, and rubbed his fingertips across the stubble.

Amanda didn’t want to respond, but there was no way to stop it. Her hips lifted and fell and a soft groan broke from her throat. She heard him tell her how pretty her bush had been, but she would be even more beautiful with a hairless pussy. He wanted to ‘eat her out’ he had said, but he hated hair in his mouth. He covered the stubble with shaving crème, and waited no longer to start scraping off the last of her pubic hair. He used his fingers, and rinsed her pussy, checking for missed hairs. He moved the water off the bed finally, and shifted the pillows to under her hips. This raised her lower body, with its widespread thighs, to a very embarrassing position. She felt she was on display. She had no idea that Lance had set up a camera, and was filming the bed, and it’s occupants.

Lance positioned himself between her wide thighs, and saw the gleaming wetness on her lips. He told her that he saw how aroused she was. Her body couldn’t deny her needs, he told her. His fingers stroked along the shaven lips, letting her feel the heightened sensations. He slid his one finger to her clit, and groaned as he felt her body jump in response to his touch. She was responding better than he had hoped. He had always suspected she was a hot little number, just waiting for the right opportunity to bud to her full sensuality. 

She cried out when he lowered his head and licked the shaved lips. His tongue played havoc with her clit, while his fingers insinuated themselves within her tight channel. He curled the fingers, and found the spongy special spot. Still working her clit, non-stop, he began pressing and massaging the amazing spot within her body. Her climax came over her like the tidal wave following an earthquake. She knew something was happening, but nothing could have prepared her for the erotic release her body experienced. 

Her inner muscles were still spasming, when he moved over and thrust his cock inside of her. He filled her totally, and held her tight, trying to mash his cock to the opening of her cervix. He had a plan. He wanted her pregnant, and then she would never leave him. She would be his, and her body would be his to do with, as he pleased. His hands closed over her large breasts, massaging them and feeling the tightening of her body around his cock. Her cunt squeezed his cock, milked him and sucked him dry of his seed. He held her hips tight, trying to shoot his baby-making sperm as high into her fertile body as possible.

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He had been watching her cycle for some time. He knew when she should be ovulating, and timed all of it perfectly. Hopefully, her next period would never start, and he would have knocked her up. He made her keep her hips on the pillows, long after he pulled out of her body, making sure his sperm stayed inside her for as long as possible. Twice during the night, he came inside her again, and in the morning she awoke to find him filling her with his hot cum. 

Her period did start though, and Lance became even more determined. When she ovulated, he made sure he fucked her at least three times during the day, spreading it out. On her birthday, he kept her in bed all day, since she was also ovulating, and filled her with sperm. She was allowed up to the bathroom was all, and had to keep her hips elevated, to make sure she stayed filled with cum. 

By this time, he had begun talking about making her pregnant. He told her how much he wanted to plant his seed inside her belly, and watch it grow. He wanted her belly big and round, and he wanted her tits even bigger. He told her he would help toughen her nipples for the baby to breast feed, by sucking on them every day for at least 30 minutes. Of course, that always ended up with him inside her, and squirting even more baby-making seed into her womb.

Lance kept track of her calendar, and was watching it closely the second month after her birthday. He always knew when her period came. She never had to tell him. But the start day passed, and he waited, not saying a word. He wanted to be the one to tell her, since he knew that she probably had no idea of the dates herself. After the fourth day, and still no start of her period, he went to the drug store. Unbeknownst to Amanda, he had managed to rig the test tape so that when she peed, it would activate the strip. He had removed the lights in the bathroom, so she couldn’t see very well either. He followed her, telling the light bulbs must have burnt out and he would replace them. In the bathroom, he had quickly screwed the bulbs back in, and checked his watch. He pulled the box from where he had hidden it, and pulled the test strip out. He looked at it and nearly shouted for joy. He had done it. Amanda was pregnant. He had knocked her up, but well. 

He considered telling her, but decided to wait. He watched her, wondering when she might become ‘aware’ but she seemed too dazed. He continued to fuck her regularly. He waited a month, when he estimated her to be six to seven weeks along. He had taken her doggie style, on the coffee table, while they had watched a movie. He had rented it special, since it showed a pregnant woman getting fucked in many different ways. Amanda had cum, while he was inside her and played with her heavy, dangling tits. He had stayed inside her, and pulled her onto the sofa, on his lap. They watched the rest of the movie with his cock inside her wet pussy, not quite slipping out, as he fondled, bounced and jiggled her even bigger tits. 

Finally, they went up to his bed. She was in bed, naked, when he came out of the bathroom. She was lying with her hips on two pillows, and her thighs spread far apart, just as he told her to wait for him, when he came to bed. Lance let his eyes travel over her lush, body, noting the slight increase in size in her tits, and maybe he imagined it, but he thought her waist was a bit thicker as well. He came around and lay on the bed beside her, instead of entering her open and waiting body. He propped his head on one hand and reached out to cup her nearest breast with the other hand. He fondled the heavy breast. He told her how much he liked her big boobies as he called them. He flicked the nipple, tugging on it, rolling it. 

Amanda couldn’t stop her body’s response. It turned her on, hearing him talk to her like that. She liked hearing his dirty words, when he talked about her body. It only made her hotter. Her eyes drifted shut, as the sensual arousal washed through her once again. But Lance’s voice drew her back.

“What did you think of the movie, honey?” he asked her. “I could tell you got pretty hot there. Did you notice all the different positions they fucked the prego chick? I got pretty turned on. She had big tits, but they weren’t as nice as these big boobies. I wonder how big your tits would get if you were pregnant?” 

Amanda tried to focus on his words, and not on the arousal the massage of her breast was causing. She shook her head, which made her breasts jiggle. She heard Lance continue, but it was as if he was far away.

“I love watching your big titties bouncing and jiggling when you walk. Does it turn you on, feeling them jiggle all over?” He watched the passionate looks on her face, as he continued to work her body. “Well, it won’t be long till we find out.”

He watched, as she grew confused. “What do you mean? Find out what?”

Lance waited until she was looking into his eyes. “Why, Mandy, baby, you are pregnant. It won’t be long till I see just how big these milk jugs of yours will get.”

He saw the shock look chase the arousal from her face. She jerked away from his touch, which she had never done before. 

“No! I can’t be pregnant!” She yelled, as if to convince her body it couldn’t happen. 

Lance just kept on smiling. “You are sweet thing. I thought you knew since your period is about 5 weeks late, which makes you almost 2 months prego, darlin’!” He wasted no more time and pushed her back onto the bed and moved between her thighs. He held her gaze as he pushed inside her, groaning as her tightness enclosed him. He thrust forward and pulled back, almost all the way out, but not quite. “I can’t wait to see your big round belly and huge floppy tits, all full of milk for my baby. It turns me on just thinking about it.” Slowly, he slid back into her tight channel. “I’ll miss this tight love chute though. Maybe I could convince the doctor to do a caesarean, and that way you will stay nice and tight down there.” He closed his eyes, as he started moving faster within her wet heat. He didn’t see the look of horror that passed over her face. He came hard and fast, and shot his seed into her fruitful belly. He slid his hand down, and worked her clit until she climaxed, sucking his cock and seed even more deeply into her body. 

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Amanda paused and looked at Tom, who was staring at the table. She could have left parts of the sordid tale out, but she had felt compelled to tell it all. Tom looked up a moment later.

“How did you end up here?”

Amanda held his clear-eyed gaze. “Two things happened within the next couple of days. I received a registered letter telling me that since I was now eighteen, I had inherited a trust left to me by my great-grandmother. And then, Lance had to go out of town about a movie he had already committed to. I stole some of his clothes, and went straight to the lawyer’s. There was enough to buy the RV, and get me this far. That is why I need a job.”

Tom finished his juice, his thoughts chaotic and coming fast and furious to his brain. Amanda’s soft voice drew his attention after several long moments of silence. 

“Am I out of a job? I can leave in the morning.”

Tom looked over at her, taking in the beauty of her face. He shook his head. “No, please, stay. I’m sure we can work this out.”

Amanda smiled softly. She covered his hand with her own. “Thank you, Tom.”

Tom smiled as well, but felt compelled to be honest with her. “Amanda, I offered you this job because I am attracted to you, physically, and after hearing your story…” he paused, trying to decide how to express his deepest thoughts and feelings.

Amanda misinterpreted his pause though. “And after hearing my tale of incest, you can’t stand the sight of me, right?”

Tom turned quickly, putting his hands on her shoulders. “What happened to you is not your fault! Your stepfather is a bastard!”

“You don’t think I should have found some way to escape him sooner?”

Tom shook his head slowly. “Honey, you were grieving the loss of your mother, and suddenly the only person in your immediate world takes advantage of you. You are not to blame. Stop thinking like that!” He couldn’t stop himself and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

After a moment, Amanda felt her body relax in his embrace. She had felt a pull of attraction towards this man from the first moment she saw him standing at the table. She didn’t understand why, but slowly put it down to his kindness to her. No one had given a damn about her for so long, that she hadn't been able to trust her instincts. She felt his warm hands soothingly rubbing her back, stroking her hair. It felt so wonderful that she rubbed against him gently. Immediately she felt her nipples taut and sensitive rubbing against the thin material of her gown and the muscular hardness of his shirt. She felt Tom’s fingers in her hair and she tilted her head back slightly. 

She couldn’t believe she was aroused! What was she thinking? Yet, she couldn’t look away from his intense gaze. And she didn’t push at his embrace, and made no effort to evade the slow descent of his mouth. She tensed for a moment, remembering Lance. But in the next instant, Tom’s mouth erased just about every memory in her brain about her previous experiences. 

Tom touched her lips lightly, just barely caressing, tasting, savoring and learning. He made love to her lips, she realized with a start of surprise. He kissed her as if that were the most important thing he could possibly be doing. His kiss was slow, sensual and when his tongue lightly requested entry by stroking her lower lip, her mouth opened eagerly. 

Once again, Tom surprised her by not rushing her. He caressed her tongue slowly, and explored her mouth with his tongue. He teased her tongue and finally enticed her to enter his mouth. He encouraged her without words, and slowly her tongue lightly, tentatively explored and discovered the sensual heat he offered. It seemed perfectly natural to shift in his arms as his hand slid forward, under her arm. She welcomed his hand and pressed her large breast into his palm. And when he massaged her sensitive flesh, she groaned. And when his fingers began rubbing and then tugging the distended nipple, she gave a yelp of surprise and desire. 

Tom maneuvered her off the seat and back to the bed. He pressed her onto the bed, coming down by her side. He had her nightgown bunched up above her breasts in the next moment, and lifted his head. He groaned as he saw the large, round breasts. Her nipples were taut and stuck up at least half an inch. He couldn’t resist lowering his head and taking the farthest nipple captive with his mouth. One hand cupped the big breast and lifted it for better access. He sucked the nipple and surrounding flesh into his mouth. He sucked and pulled on the nipple, feeling her hips shifting on the bed. He moved to the other nipple a moment later, and sucked that one as well. 

Amanda slid her hands into his hair and held his head tight to her breast. It didn’t matter that she barely knew this man, or that he was really the first person to show her any tenderness since her mother had died. Nothing mattered except the heat coursing through her body just then. Her hands fell away as he lifted his head, and gazed at her lush body. She watched as his eyes slid down, to her distended belly. 

Amanda flushed as his hand slid into the panties and started pulling them down, revealing more of her distended flesh to his gaze. Her hands moved unconsciously to stop him, embarrassed about her body. 

Tom paused and looked back up into her face. “Amanda you are so beautiful. Please, let me see all of you… please.” 

Amanda’s hands fell to her sides and Tom slid her panties down. He slowly revealed her shaven mound. She felt the start of surprise as his hand paused. But it was only a moment before his fingers were moving over her smoothness, and finally sliding between her thighs. She spread her thighs, making it easier for him to caress and stroke her smooth, wet lips. 

Tom groaned as he felt her wetness. He looked back up as he cupped his hand over her mound, his fingers still lightly caressing her lips. His voice was hoarse as he smiled at her. “I thought you were beautiful before, Amanda. Now I see you are smooth, and I am cast down at the beauty I see.” 

Amanda had left that part out of her story, feeling it was too embarrassing to recount every detail. But with Tom, she was no longer embarrassed. “You like it?”

Tom kissed her passionately and slid his fingers between her lips. “Like it! I nearly lost my control when I saw your shaved pussy. God! You make me hotter than any woman I’ve ever been with.” He felt the shiver go through her body as he said the word ‘pussy.’ He continued to caress her soft flesh and lowered his head to her nearest breast, once again capturing her distended nipple in his mouth. He suckled her breast as he eased his fingers more deeply into her body, but moved his thumb unerringly to her clit. Her cry echoed around the quiet room, as her body orgasmed to his touch. 

Tom watched as her body shook, enjoying the bouncing of her breasts and shaking of her belly. He had never made love to a pregnant woman, and all his preconceptions were falling to the wayside. He wasn’t turned off. Instead, knowing her body was nurturing a new life, regardless of how the life started, was making him hornier than he could remember being, even as a randy teenaged boy! 

He only paused a few moments, before he began working her body again, using his newly gained knowledge to stimulate certain areas, and brought her to a second climax a few moments later. This time, her body bathed his hand with her fluids. As her breathing calmed, he brought his hand up and stroked his hand all over her breasts, making them wet with her own liquids of passion. He lowered his mouth and sucked the farthest nipple then, and pulled and tugged on it, elongating her full breast. He released it suddenly, and watched as her large breast bounce and jiggled until it settled again on her chest and slid slightly sideways. He called her name, waiting until her eyes opened and focused on his face. He smiled gently.

“You have the most gorgeous tits.” He watched the flush of color rush up over her chest and onto her cheeks. He was glad to see she responded to his use of certain words. “I want you to raise up and sit astride my thighs. I want to enter you this way so I watch your big boobies bounce and jiggle as you feel my cock inside your body.”

He watched and waited for her to tense and reject him. But she didn’t. Instead, she smiled a tiny smile and let him help her move to do as he asked. His own pants were shoved down and his long, hard cock was released. He pulled the nightgown off over her head, and then watched as her eyes lowered to his body. He saw her eyes widen when she saw his manhood, and then her lips curved into a bigger smile as she saw that he was also shaven. She eagerly moved her hands and closed them around his hardness. A moment later, she was pulling and tugging on his cock, letting her hands slide his skin across his hardness. 




Amanda's Past



Tom groaned when she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. He long hair cascaded around her face and shielded them totally. He watched her head bob up and down as she sucked his cock in and out of her mouth. And when her one hand slid down and cupped his balls, his hips jerked upwards in response. He finally had to pull her face away from his body. 

“I want to cum inside you.” Amanda nodded and moved forward. She rose up and guided Tom’s hardness to her soft flesh. She felt his hands move and grasp her hips. She wiggled and moved her hips, working just the head of cock between her lips, dragging the moment of the joining out, prolonging it. But Tom could not wait another moment and his hands tightened and pulled her body to his. In the next second, he was held tightly inside her body, buried to the hilt.

Amanda gasped and took a moment to steady her body, propping her hands on his forearms. This mashed her breasts together and created a deep and entrancing cleavage, and Tom lifted his head to lick both distended nipples, one after the other. His hands moved from his hips to cup her breasts. He carried the large, round globes, and began telling how sexy she was, and how beautiful her burgeoning body was to him. His fingers plucked at her nipples and then his hands moved down to caress her rounded belly. Around and around his hands slid, caressing the flesh that covered her baby. He closed his eyes for a moment, and he saw the baby suckling at her breasts, while he held them both in his arms. It was too much, and Tom came hard and fast, shooting his seed up into her eager body. 

Amanda moved up and down and wiggled her hips, pressing her clit against his hardness. She experienced her third orgasm a moment later. She felt his hot cum shooting into her body, filling her, even as her own muscles began spasming and squeezing hard around his cock. It was wild, sensual and unbridled. She cried out as she truly enjoyed for the first time making love to a man. Exhausted, she let her body begin to fall onto his chest.

Tom’s arms stopped her abruptly. “The baby!”

Amanda smiled at him and lowered herself to lie on his body. “I can sleep on my belly, until the baby tells me no more… So this is okay.” She closed her eyes, letting the amazing feelings wash over her body. She could feel his cock softening, and sliding out of her body, a little more with each breath she took. She squeezed her muscles, to try and keep him inside a little longer, but he chuckled and told her if she kept that up, they would be riding again in a few minutes.

Amanda flushed once she got his meaning, but deliberately continued to flex those seductive muscles. Tom finally groaned and literally pulled her off his body. 

“Damn, woman! I think one of needs to rest, and it is me.”

Amanda smiled as he pulled her close, and nestled her head on his chest. It felt so wonderful, being held close and tenderly, by him. She wanted to ask him something, but she fell asleep the very next second.

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Rose arrived early and was surprised to find that Tom had not yet opened the café. On the nights he slept over the café, as he had last night, he was always first to arrive. Rose unlocked the door as Bill parked their truck out back. She was just turning on the lights when she glanced over at where Amanda’s RV was not parked. She nearly dropped the coffee pot as she saw the front door swing open and then next moment Tom stepped outside. His hair was wet, and as she watched he was still buttoning his shirt. He looked back over his shoulder, seemed to say something and then shut the door.

Tom reached the front door and cursed his luck as he saw the lights were already on. The minute he entered, he saw Rose. The next moment, he knew from the look on her face that she must have seen him leaving Amanda’s RV. 

“Morning, Rose. You are bright and early today.”

Rose continued to stare at him. She finally shook her head and finished starting the coffeemaker. She muttered something under her breath, but stopped as she saw her husband enter the kitchen, just behind the open window, where she was standing. She looked up and saw Bill was grinning at Tom, and she realized that he must have seen their boss leaving the RV as well. She made a rude sound under her breath, and drew the attention of both men.

“Is something wrong, Rose?” Tom asked her solicitously. 

Bill nodded, adding, “Are you feeling okay, honey?”

“You men are all alike,” Rose told them, still half under her breath, but just loud enough for them to hear. She was further angered when she saw the men again smiling at each other. She slammed a cup and saucer in front Tom, where he was sitting at the counter. “You should be horse-whipped!”

Tom looked a little surprised at her vehement attack, but Bill spoke up. “Rose, sweetheart, it’s none of our business.”

Tom flushed slightly, but turned as the bell over the door jingled. Amanda practically danced into the café, smiling. 

“Good morning, everyone. I wasn’t sure what I should wear to work, so I put on jeans, and a shirt. Is there an apron for me to wear? Just tell me what you want me to do, boss.”

Tom had to grin at her effervescence. He had pretty much felt the same way, ever since he had awakened next to Amanda that morning. Before he could say anything, Amanda had moved over to Rose and was offering to help her with anything that ‘just needed doing.’ Tom watched as Rose melted under the younger woman’s smile. It was obvious that Amanda was going to influence them all.

Tom hung up the phone, grateful to have gotten an appointment so soon. He had over heard Rose and Amanda talking during mid-morning calm. Rose had asked Amanda about a doctor, and she was as surprised as he when they heard Amanda tell them she hadn't been to a doctor yet. He glanced at his watch and saw that if they left now, they would just make it in time. He walked over to Bill and told him he was in charge, and then went over to where Rose and Amanda filling the sugar bowls. He reached out and grabbed Amanda’s hand.

“Rose, we are running out for a little while. You and Bill have run of the place till closing.” He turned and pulled Amanda behind him.

Amanda followed, but finally tugged her hand free when they reached his dirt covered pick-up truck. “Where are we going? I don’t think we should leave them alone. It could get busy…”

Tom nodded, but still almost pushed Amanda up into the truck. He walked around and climbed in beside her. “We have an appointment in town.” 

Amanda guessed it must have to do with his hiring her, or why else would he have brought her? She asked about the different places as they passed them, but stopped when they pulled up outside a medical clinic. She started to ask, but then she guessed she had to have a physical for work. She followed him, and was surprised when they were ushered straight back, despite the half full waiting room. She was handed a gown to put on, and they were left alone.

Amanda held the gown, and then looked over at Tom. She almost asked if he was going to leave, but that did seem a little silly considering the previous night. She flushed and proceeded to take off all of her clothes, as she had been directed. Tom stood and tied the knot in the back. It was only a moment later, and the door opened. A very friendly looking man in his late forties walked in, and shook Tom’s hand. He then turned to where Amanda was perched on the table.

“Hello, Amanda. I’m Dr. Adams. Now, do you know your EDC?”

Amanda looked from the doctor to Tom, and shook her head. She flushed as she revealed that she had never seen a doctor, since she found out she was pregnant. Mark Adams just nodded.

“That’s not a problem. We’ll just start from scratch then. Can you recall the date of your last period.”

Amanda shook her head, realizing how little she truly did know. But the doctor just smiled, and told her it was not a problem. Amanda added that she knew the month, and Mark smiled at her. 

“That’s good enough, my dear. First babies rarely show up when they are scheduled anyway. This is your first pregnancy, correct?”

Amanda nodded, feeling she should tell the doctor more, but not sure how to go about it. The doctor said he was going to send the nurse in to get her ready, and perhaps Tom would like to step out for a few minutes. Tom was going to protest, but something in Mark’s face told him not to. He followed Mark into the hall, and waited while he directed his nurse. Mark gestured for Tom to enter his office across the hall, and closed the door. Tom took a seat across the desk from Mark. 

“Tom, we’ve known each other a long time.” Mark paused, not sure where the line was drawn in this patient confidentiality issue.

Tom held his hand up to stop his friend. “Look, Mark. Amanda may not be pregnant with my baby, but as far as I’m concerned she is ‘with me’ and I’m assuming full financial responsibility. And, I plan on being involved as much as possible from here on out.”

Mark nodded. “All right. Then I won’t bring up the topic of the natural father unless I turn something up on the ultrasound, or the amniocentesis. I feel we need to do both because if the month she gave me is correct, then I’m guessing we need to check for surprises. Now let’s go back in, shall we?”

Tom followed Mark back into the room and found that Amanda had been arranged on the table with her feet up in the stirrups. The nurse gestured for him to stand at her head, and she moved to assist Dr. Adams down at Amanda’s feet. The nurse whispered something to the doctor, and he nodded. 

Tom reached over and picked up her hand, and held it tightly, listening as Mark began explaining everything he was doing. He worked as quickly as possible, and she soon had her feet out of the stirrups and was fully reclining on the bed. He watched as Mark adjusted the sheet covering her from the waist down, but pulled the gown. Mark palpated her belly, and then took some measurements. Amanda blushed when lifted the gown and exposed her breasts. He examined them for lumps, and lastly showed her how he could express some milk from her nipple. 

Amanda just watched in silence, amazed at everything. The nurse then helped her to sit back up on the table, and handed her another huge glass of water. Both the nurse and the doctor left them alone, with the admonishment to drink the glass as quickly as possible. Amanda chugged as much as she could, and stopped for a breath. She saw Tom watching her. 

“I have to drink to fill my bladder. He wants to do the ultrasound today, the nurse said.” She paused and took a couple more swallows. “She made me drink two of these before you came back. I’m afraid if he presses too hard, I’ll embarrass myself.”

Tom grinned, but shook his head. He was still mulling over what Mark had said, and was hoping nothing was wrong with her baby. He assumed she was going to keep it, or she probably would have gotten an abortion, instead of buying an RV and running away. He stood up and walked over as she finished the water. He set the glass aside, standing in front of her. 

“I got pretty hot, seeing your lovely body a minute ago. I also didn’t like Mark touching you, even though he is the doctor.”

Amanda flushed at his honest admission. “His touch wasn’t anywhere near as nice as yours.”

Tom groaned, which only increased as she lifted her hand to his chest. He could feel her heat through the thin cotton. His nipple beaded up hard and fast under her gentle caresses. His cock got hard when she pinched the nipple, though. Amanda looked down and saw his response and smiled. Before he figured her intentions, her hand had slid down and was now cupping his hardness, concealed by his jeans. Tom closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensations, before he moved her hand away.

“Damn, honey! I’ll be the one embarrassed you keep that up.”

Amanda chuckled softly. She did sober though, adding. “Thanks for staying with me. I’d never had a doctor do any of that stuff before. My mother had said there was no need… not yet, anyway.” A sad look crossed her face. 

Tom couldn’t resist and hugged her close. “It’s okay. From now on, we only look forward.”

The door opened and the nurse entered, pushing a large machine. The doctor followed her, and soon Amanda was again lying on her back, her belly exposed. She was watched quietly, as the doctor moved the device through the cold jelly he had squirted over her belly. For several minutes, Mark moved the machine around, not speaking. He could feel his nurse tense up, but she said nothing either. He finally looked up and smiled at Amanda.

“I’ll record this, so you can watch it later.”

Amanda frowned. “I don’t have a VCR.”

Tom nodded his head. “We’ll use mine, no problem. Just explain what we are looking at please.”

Mark grinned. He moved the sound device and pointed out the beating heart. He told it looked quite normal, and then showed her the head, the spine, two arms, two legs. Amanda pointed at the screen and asked if that was the baby’s penis. Mark looked from the screen to her face. He readjusted the device and then asked her to turn to the one side. She did so, and then she saw. It was Tom who spoke though.

“Good Lord! That’s either the biggest… or…”

Mark and the nurse laughed. “Or, it’s another leg. Look here, and you will see another heart. And here is the second head.”

Amanda gasped as she realized what he was telling her. “Oh my God! Two babies!”

Mark smiled at her. “That’s all I can see. I don’t think there is a third hiding in there anywhere.”

Tom sensed her concern and put his hand on her shoulder. “That’s great, isn’t it honey?” He leaned down and kissed her parted lips. “While you feed one, I’ll rock the other. No sweat!”

Amanda turned and looked at Tom. Sure, she had had sex with him, but she didn’t expect him to assume responsibility. He was still grinning though. He looked over at Mark. “Now that we’ve figured out what that appendage is, anyway to tell the sex of the babies yet?”

Mark smiled and asked Amanda to shift her position again, and he tried to tell, but the babies were being secretive. Amanda said that was okay. She didn’t need to know. The appointment ended quickly, and Mark said he would call with the test results the next day.

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Mandy watched as Tom closed for the night. He had told Rose and Bill to leave early, and they would take care of things. He had Mandy sitting for most of the evening, minding the cash register. He cooked, and Rose’s niece served and took orders. It was a quiet evening, and Tom had Carol leave an hour before closing as well. The last hours had been slow, with just a few people stopping in for a late night coffee, or satisfy a sweet tooth. Tom had introduced her to everyone through out the day, and her head was spinning with names and faces.

Tom finally had everything shut down and motioned her towards the door. He turned the lights off, and locked the door. He walked with her towards the RV, and she unlocked it. She turned and looked up at Tom, just holding his gaze for a few moments. 

“Are you coming in?” she finally asked him, barely getting the words past the lump in her throat.

Tom smiled as he held the door for her to go in. “I was hoping you’d invite me in, ma’am.”

Amanda laughed, easing the tension. She walked in and kicked her shoes off first thing. She saw Tom lock the door before he followed her. She had sat on the bed and was watching him. He smiled slowly, and pulled his shirt up over his head. His boots hit the floor next, followed by his jeans, socks and at last he stopped in front of her, wearing only his jockey shorts. He could feel Amanda’s eyes travel over his body, moving down, and then slowly working their way back up. She paused for a very long when she reached his shorts. And his manhood responded quite proudly to the attention. She reached her hands out towards him, but he took a step back.

“I think one of is a trifle over-dressed, for the occasion, ma’am.”

Amanda giggled at his southern drawl. She lowered her hands and pulled her shirt up over her head. Her fingers went to her jeans, which she had to leave unsnapped to get them to fit. She leaned back on the bed, and began shoving them down. Her panties went with them, and she felt quite exposed, wearing only a very sexy bra, which barely concealed her breasts, and her white cotton socks. 

But Tom didn’t seem to mind at all. He reached his hands down and released the front catch of her bra. The two halves parted and her full breasts threatened to escape their prison any moment. He shoved his own shorts down and kicked them away as he lowered his body to lie beside her on the bed. He gently slid his fingers beneath the farthest bra cup, and eased the material aside. He was quite pleased to find her nipple already taut and distended. He played with tender, sensitive nub, teasing it until the flesh peaked even longer. He moved to her other breast, and gave it the same devoted attention. 

Amanda tried to pull him to her, but he resisted. He wanted to make this joining last longer than it had last night. He moved his hand down and caressed her swollen belly with gentle circles before he eased it down to her mound. He felt the slight stubbles, and grinned up at her.

“Will you let me shave you, in the morning? I don’t have the patience to wait to night.”

Amanda nodded, flushing at the arousal she felt as she imagined his fingers on her most tender flesh, shaving away the bold hair that came back. His fingers tickled over the short hairs, and made her shiver in response. Tom smiled as he slid his fingers between her wet lips, and caressed her gently, yet with purpose. He entered her body slowly, and moved his thumb to rest over her clit. Using her wetness, his fingers began to move in a rhythm as old as time. He seemed to know what her body needed, and supplied it before she knew it was a need. Her body jerked over and over, as he relentlessly manipulated her clit. He took her to the edge again, and then still twice more. He ignored her pleas, and watched her body shake and shiver. He ran his tongue from one taut nipple to the other, suckling on the second one. His mouth moved to the front of her neck, above her breasts, and as he finally let her crash dive over the cliff into orgasmic relief, he sucked the skin there, and purposely marked her tender flesh. 

Amanda lay gasping, feeling his mouth gently biting and sucking her skin, while his fingers danced magic on and in her body. When her breathing returned to normal, Tom began the slow, sensual magic again. This time he took her higher, and made her wait even longer, before he brought her release. He resisted her hands, clutching at him; she kept trying to pull him over her. He finally eased back and whispered to her softly that he wanted her to get on her knees.

Amanda hesitated, remembering how Lance had been, when he had taken her this way. She had not enjoyed it, feeling embarrassed and used. But Tom was gentle, and his voice tender, as his touch. He soon had her kneeling on the bed. Her head hung low, and her forearms rested on the bed. She felt Tom behind her, between her lower legs, his hands caressing her rounded cheeks and hips. Almost as if he sensed her hesitation, he cupped her mound and began caressing her lightly. Her body was almost dripping her own liquids as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her lips. 

Tom grasped her hips in his hands, and began easing forward. With a ‘pop’ sound, her flesh swallowed his head. He groaned as her heat enveloped him. He thrust forward, and buried himself against her fleshy lips. 

Amanda gasped as she felt him inside her. She felt so full, so ‘stuffed’ with his cock; she thought the babies probably thought the other had just kicked him or her. And then, he slowly pulled back, sliding out of her body just to the rim of flesh surrounding his cock. Holding her hips, he thrust forward, and the slap of cum-filled balls sounded loud in the quiet of the room. He pulled back, and thrust again. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against her wet flesh was incredibly erotic. He leaned forward and grabbed one of her breasts. He squeezed the heavy breast, and thrust forward again, and again. He soon set up a rhythm of thrust, slap, thrust, slap. 




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 01



Chapter 1

Amanda Cooper was down in the dumps. Her 18 year old son, Eddie, had left for college two weeks ago and she was missing him terribly. It was now just her and her husband of 19 years, John, in the house.

Amanda and John have been together since meeting in their own freshman year of college. They married during the summer break and she became pregnant with Eddie soon after. She continued in school until the late stages of pregnancy and then dropped out to be a 'stay at home mom'.

Being her only child, Amanda doted on Eddie. Careful not to spoil him, she still devoted as much time as possible to be with him. Summers were amazing. Every year she renewed their family membership in their town's public pool and she and Eddie would spend their days there. He was able to meet and play with friends and she was able to swim laps to both regain and maintain her figure. She would often pick a spot to lay out in the sun where she could both keep an eye on Eddie while also enjoying some free time to read or do crossword puzzles.

Once Eddie entered first grade, Amanda started taking classes again and ended up completing her teaching degree. Though it took far longer than she wanted, she has been teaching for just over 4 years now and her career has allowed her and Eddie to have the same breaks, making his departure that much more difficult.

The other difficulty is her husband John. As with many marriages, Amanda and John had hit the 'same old, same old' rut; with each focusing on their own things and not focusing on each other. John worked hard in the business world in an effort to move up the 'company ladder' and was often tired when he got home or brought work home with him. Amanda felt their youth slipping away and was concerned they'd be old before they knew it.

When Eddie left for school Amanda was hurt. She tried to hold back the tears as he drove off, but she couldn't help just realize just how much she had come to enjoy his companionship. They enjoyed the same movies, TV shows, or sometimes just playing games. She was very proud of her accomplishments as a mother and was now feeling the pains of letting go.

As she blinked back the tears as his car rounded the corner, Amanda vowed to make changes even if she had to go it alone. She was going to go out and enjoy a social life. Most of her fellow teachers were either older than her or just starting out so she really couldn't expect them to be part of any activity. Plus, she didn't want to talk about the kids in the class all night. What she wanted was something to take her mind off missing her son and her boring home life. She looked at schedules of shows and things like concerts or public events in the area. But in the two weeks Eddie has been gone she had yet to take the plunge.

"This Friday," she vowed to herself, "this Friday I am going out!"

That Friday, Amanda told John she was going out and headed to a place about 15 minutes away that served food, drinks, and played country and western music. She had been to the place before and figured it would be comfortable place to hang out for her first time out.

It turned out to be a mistake.

One problem was that Eddie liked C&W music so it made her miss him that much more. But the real problem was the crowd. There were couples just like her and John all over the place. Some were as detached from one another there, as she was at home. Others were the flip side, enjoying themselves as couples as she should have been. She was there less than an hour before heading home frustrated and disappointed.

On the drive home, Amanda debated with herself if she was making a mistake or should she continue. She wondered what it was she was even looking for. Then she scolded herself for being so quick to give up and realized that her choice of going somewhere familiar was the mistake. She needed to go somewhere outside of her comfort zone. Somewhere that didn't make her dwell on her home life, but would be fun and a change of pace.

So, if country and western was her first choice, maybe somewhere in the city with a more urban feel should be second.

The following Friday, Amanda dressed in what she felt would be appropriate for the venue in a nice form fitting but still modest blue dress. Her blonde hair gently draped her shoulders and she had just a hint of extra makeup. Her 36C breasts and the rest of her swim-fit body looked quite nice in the mirror as she appraised herself and she left the house with a bit of a spring in her step.

She parked in a nearby parking garage and immediately felt out of place. She sat in her car for probably 10 minutes before finally getting the nerve to step out and head for the club she had selected. It was a beautiful autumn evening and that combined with the activity on the sidewalk picked her spirit (and her nerve) up a bit. She could hear music spilling out the door as she approached the place.

And then she was immediately intimidated; so intimidated in fact, that she probably would have not entered had she not had to get out of the way of another club goer walking in.

Feeling foolish for being so hesitant, Amanda made a beeline for the bar and sat down. She ordered a margarita and was about to take her first sip when a deep voice to her right asked "This seat taken?"

Amanda could barely form the words to speak as her mind quickly jumped to the idea that whoever the man was might have thought she was out looking for a date. She finally squeaked out a "No" as she shook her head. Amanda felt her face flush at how foolish and naïve she must look and sound. She dared not look at who was speaking to her but that only made her feel that much sillier.

Finally drawing up the nerve to glance to her right, she saw a tall bald headed black man smiling at her. He didn't have to say anything. It was clear he knew she was new at this.

Amanda's mind was in overdrive now. All she could think of, was "I am married. I am not out looking for anything more than just some company." Yet, even as she thought that, she began to scold herself at what she was even doing there in the first place. She was a married woman! Why did she put herself in this situation and how could she get out of it without further embarrassing herself?

All sound seemed to stop in the club as she heard the scrape of the chair's wooden legs scrape across the floor. Reflexively, as if to try and salvage some form of self-esteem, Amanda smiled at the black stranger as he sat down next to her.

The man gave her the slightest of head nods then motioned for the bartender and ordered a beer. Those brief couple seconds were critical to her catching her breath as she giggled to herself about whether she had been breathing at all! She took another sip of her margarita and shifted in her seat to stand and excuse herself when the man calmly put his hand on her forearm.

He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The command was clear. "Stay here."

With that, Amanda unknowingly committed her first act of obedience...she sat back down.

The man picked up his beer and asked "What's your name?" and took a drink. Amanda was back to wondering if she had breath to actually speak before finally answering him.

She expected him to reply with his own name but he just took another drink and looked at her as if appraising her.

Amanda's mind was a mix of emotions. On one hand she wanted to be a trail of smoke out the door and back to her quiet, if not sedate, life. She had already exceeded any possible plans for her second foray out into the social world. On the other hand, she felt a strange heat in his seeming desire for her. A heat she had not felt in a long time. It made her feel good, like a woman, like she wanted to feel.

To fill the quiet seconds when he did not offer his name, Amanda took a quick sip of her margarita and then turned to him and asked, "How are you?" She didn't mean for it to sound sexy and she briefly wondered if she even knew how to sound sexy anymore anyway. But when the words came out, the mixture of the confused emotions, the heat of his gaze, and the slight influence of the margarita made the words sound that way to her ear.

His reply was twofold, both abrupt and commanding. He simply said "Good" and then stood up and grabbed her wrist to lead her to the dance floor.

Amanda committed her second act of obedience when she dutifully fell in step behind him.

The brief walk as she was being led to the dance floor gave her a sense of relief. It simultaneously removed the potential for a conversation and gave her the ability to work off some of the nervous energy that had built up over the last few minutes.

She needed that short respite because things picked up immediately upon setting foot on the floor.

Amanda was quickly pushed towards her nameless partner as the crowd seemed to grind together in unison to the beat. Any possible desire of not making full contact with him was removed within two seconds.

She felt her breasts press into his chest and his hands on her hips. Amanda attempted to innocently look up at him as if to gage his reaction, but the look had more of an impact on her than anticipated.

She had never been this close to another man other than her husband other than maybe brief hugs with family or friends. But this was different. Those other men never had the look in their eyes that this unnamed black man had, and any contact with them was fleeting. This was not. Yet, she could not pull away with her body or with her eyes. Amanda did not know what else to do other than enjoy it. And smile.

She began to mimic his movements as they danced. Amanda felt herself being turned around and then pulled back towards him. The dance floor was filled with people, primarily black men with a relatively even mixture of black, white, and Hispanic or Asian women. Why did she not notice that before?

Then her world froze for a moment as she felt the bulge of his penis...no, the bulge of his cock, touch the small of her back. She was grateful his hands were on her hips because she felt she might fall over had they not been there.

The sight of all those faces...the sensation she felt in his touch...the beat of the music...this flipped a switch in Amanda's mind and it was like a slap in the face to the monotony and boredom of her life, and it provided her a sense of relief. She had come out to have fun and she realized at that moment that she actually was out doing just that! All the more, she didn't know anyone there and no one knew her; so this gave her a sense of increased freedom.

Amanda began to dance more freely, moving her hips a bit more seductively, and ever so slightly pushing back into the bulge against her lower back. Her partner picked up on this nearly immediately and began sliding his hands from her hips up her sides slightly. Like a stone rolling downhill, momentum was building. Amanda soon found herself with her hands raised above her head as she danced. Her legs bending then straightening as she found the beat. The motion of her fit torso giving her an increasingly delightful sensation as she felt his cock sliding up and down her back.

Her partner then spun her around to face him and she met his gaze with a smile of near gratitude for providing her this relief. He pulled her closer and for a moment she felt that wonderful cock press into her belly.

And then in an instant things crested to a whole new level. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

Amanda's first instinct was to recoil from his sudden advance. But then she paused. In a matter of a split second she reflected on where she was, why she was there, and what she was doing.

And she returned his kiss.

Amanda Cooper, married for 19 years, mother of an 18 year old son who just left for college, was in a nightclub kissing a man that was not her husband. A black man.

This revelation should have driven her to leave both the dance floor and this black stranger, but it did the opposite. She leaned into him and welcomed his tongue into her mouth as she felt her breasts touch his chest. Her partner's hands slid down to cup her ass cheeks then back up her sides. The sensuality of this new 'dance' was a completely new sensation for Amanda.

She simultaneously felt secluded and on display as the focus of her passion was on him, while her body was occasionally bumped by other nameless strangers on that dance floor. That made her feel wanton in her conduct and she liked that feeling.

Somehow during this tongue dance, her partner had led her to the edge of the dance floor. He broke the kiss and spun her around before pulling her towards him again. His cock pressed into the small of her back as if prodding her from behind to move forward. He led her to an empty booth and they resumed kissing. The confines and privacy of the booth found his hands wandering with greater freedom.

Amanda's breasts had always been sensitive and when his hand finally slid all the way up her side to cup her breast from the side, she could not help but give a guttural moan into their kiss. And when fingers found her left nipple through her dress and gave it a gentle tweak, Amanda arched her back to encourage him further.

At the same time the physical sensations were spurring her on, her conscience began to wage its own battle. What was she doing? She was married! Who was this man? And what was she doing in nightclub booth making out with him?

The subtle tweaking of her nipple and their tongues intertwining was incredibly pleasurable, but her conscience was beginning to close the gap. She had to think of a way to get out of this situation. She had to break free from his grip and flee the club.

She was about to pull back from him and let me know this was inappropriate, when his hand guided hers to that magnificent bulge in his pants. Yes, it was magnificent. It emanated power. It captivated her. Without words it commanded her hand to pleasure it.

And Amanda did.

Amanda's hand stroked his bulge, marveling at its size as her mind began to paint a picture of what it looked like. 'Did it have the same dark skin as him?' 'Were the veins prominent?' 'How big are his balls?' 'Were they full of his seed?'

Amanda finally did pull back from his kiss, but only to catch her breath as she felt his finger slip up her thigh and inside her panties to touch her moistened clit. Her forehead pressed into his chest as the pleasure wave washed over her. Then a moment later, in the nightclub booth with this black stranger's finger massaging her clit and her hand massaging his bulge, Amanda Cooper orgasmed with a man other than her husband for the first time in her life.

The sensation was incredible and she did not recall ever cumming with such force in her life.

Amanda momentarily withdrew her hand from the bulge in his pants to lightly grab the hand massaging her clit. She needed just a moment of pause to catch her breath. In that short respite, the guilt of what she was doing dropped upon Amanda's shoulders like a ton of bricks.

She was cheating. She was breaking her marital vows with a nameless black man. How could she be doing this? But how she loved what she felt and the experience. The conflicting emotions battled for supremacy in her mind.

As she wrestled with this while slowly coming down from the peak of her orgasm, her partner led her hand back to his cock which he had discretely pulled from his pants. When Amanda's hand made contact with the raw heat of his bare skin, her guilty conscience lost traction and her lust-filled side took precedence in her mind. The power emanating from his cock was almost measurable. It was wordlessly commanding her to stroke it.

Amanda obeyed.

She worked his cock under the table. While her surroundings enhanced her arousal, they also served as an inhibition upon her ability to actually put her eyes on this majestic tool she was stroking. Her partner, seeming to sense this, leaned in close to her ear and said "Let's get out of here."

Every fiber in the moral part of her mind told her to let go of his cock and run from the club. But the moral part of her mind was reeling from the dominance of the sexual side of her mind as it was fueled by her recent orgasm and the cock in her hand.

Amanda nodded her agreement to his command and slipped from the booth with her partner quickly following. He led her towards the door with a hand on each hip and his bulging cock pressing into her back as if he was holding her at gunpoint. She felt as if all the eyes they passed were upon her.

Then suddenly, almost magically, her partner was opening the backdoor of a black Expedition and guiding her inside. Amanda knew at that moment if there was to be a point when she stopped things from going further, this was it.

And she let the moment pass.

Her partner leaned into her and she welcomed his kiss. His hand once again found its place squeezing her tits and tweaking her nipples. Amanda leaned back casually against the opposite door as they kissed. Within moments her panties were on the floorboard as his fingers found their way back to her pussy. He took her to the brink of a second orgasm before pulling back and leading hands back to his now exposed cock.

The dim light from the dashboard gave just enough light for her to see the dark outline of his cock, and Amanda's eyes locked on it. It was clearly larger than her husband's in both length and girth. In addition to that, it seemed to have a silent voice of its own as it seemed to be beckoning her mouth forward.

Amanda diverted her gaze from the cock which had captivated her attention to her nameless partner. He looked at her with the unspoken command "Suck my black cock." And with that, Amanda leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on the head of his cock.

A seeming electric shock of pleasure then coursed through her body when her lips made contact. And she wanted more of it. Amanda then ran her tongue around the head of his cock before gently sucking the head into her mouth. She nursed his cockhead for a brief few moments before pulling her mouth back, and looking up at him asked, "What's your name?"

And with that question, with the fingers of her right hand rubbing her clit as her left hand stroked his cock, Mrs. Amanda Cooper began to cum at the sheer naughtiness of sucking the cock of a black man, outside of her marriage and with a name she did not yet know.

He didn't respond with his name. Instead, he responded by pulling her mouth back towards his cock. The sensation of her lips wrapping around his cockhead only intensified her orgasm. It was magnificent. And it helped wash away more of the guilt she should have been feeling.

Amanda continued to slide his cock into her mouth, struggling to take much more than half of his length. She had a burning desire inside herself to please him and she was hoping she was doing the job. She continued to look up at him to judge how he was feeling and thereby her own performance.

He continued to smile down at her as she blew him. Then, he spoke.

"Don't suck cock too often huh?"

His words hurt and made her feel as if she was not doing a good enough job. But his following statement clarified nearly everything in her mind. He said, "Your husband doesn't have you do this, does he?"

With that statement, Amanda realized exactly what was wrong in her life. He husband didn't have her do this. He didn't behave sexually towards her. He didn't devote any time and energy towards her. He was overly focused on work and she and the family came second. In short, was a selfish, insensitive man who didn't make time for her needs.

As these thoughts raced through her mind, Amanda gazed up at the man whose cock she was sucking and realized that this is what she needed. That she wanted to be right there, kneeling on the floorboard of his SUV, sucking his cock because there was a mutual desire between the two of them.




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 01



This revelation lit a flame in Amanda. She pulled the cock from her mouth and said, "No, he doesn't. He has no idea how to treat a woman." Then pausing for a moment to debate her next statement, she licked his cockhead and said, "Am I doing ok?"

He pushed his cock back into her mouth and said, "You doing fine. I'm gonna make sure you get plenty of practice too."

Amanda Cooper came for the third time that night with those words.

It wasn't long after that, with a long string of saliva hanging from her chin, that Amanda welcomed the first jet of cum from a black cock into her mouth. The swelling of his cockhead was the warning before the first pulse filled her mouth with his seed. A whimper of pleasure greeted his orgasm as she swallowed the first wave of his semen. Having never finished her husband with her mouth, Amanda was amazed at how readily she was able to suck him to completion and swallow everything his testicles had to supply. Further, she was amazed at the size of the load they produced. She imagined his cum sliding down her throat as she sucked him for more. After swallowing at least four times, his cock finished pumping his semen into her waiting mouth.

Amanda pulled back a bit to lick his cockhead and wipe her chin of her saliva as she looked up at him. The expression on her face was clear. She wanted to know how she did. She needed his validation. He smiled at her as he ran a hand through her blonde hair, "You done good. I could tell it's your first time with black cock, but you done good anyway. I gonna like having that mouth practice on my cock."

Amanda smiled up at him in gratitude and ran her tongue around the head to gather up the last of his seed. Though she knew she should feel guilt over what she had just done, she knew she wanted to suck his cock again. She also had a strange sense of this being something she needed to do. If her husband wasn't going to be there for her, then she would find someone who would be!

As if to put an exclamation mark on her feelings, her partner said, "My name is Lavrell. Let me have your number so we can get together again." Amanda dutifully obeyed and gave him her cell number.

Shortly after that, the newly unfaithful Amanda Cooper hopped out of his SUV and made the quick walk towards her car. She was still on sexual fire from what had just occurred and felt that everyone who saw her walking on that street knew what had just gone on. She felt as if she had a sign around her neck that said "I just sucked off a black guy". She felt as if she could feel his semen swooshing around in her belly as she walked.

But she didn't feel any remorse or guilt.

Chapter 2

Amanda arrived home a bit later to see her husband John working on his laptop, as he briefly glanced up to acknowledge her before going back to work. She fell asleep that night with her nipples still hard and her pussy still moist as she replayed events from the evening.

The following two days were a bit different. Amanda was a bit nervous at what she had done and was a little scared that Lavrell would call. How would she respond? How should she respond? What if John found out? What if her son found out?

Each time these thoughts would creep up, Amanda told herself there was no way anyone she knew could find out, and that she would have to just figure out what to do, when and if he actually called.

That moment came a week later on a Saturday afternoon. The irony was, when she answered the unfamiliar number, she felt a huge relief at hearing Lavrell's voice. Though she didn't acknowledge it, the lack of any contact over the course of the week made her feel as if she hadn't been as good as he said. But hearing his voice erased all of that. She felt a rush of excitement course through her similar to when she first started dating John.

Lavrell asked what she was doing, if she was free, and then hit her with this line "You want to come out and have some fun again or you want to sit home with your husband?"

Amanda wanted to go from the moment she heard his voice on the other end of the phone, but the mention of her husband fanned the flames. She felt an excitement at cheating on him.

Stepping to an area of the house where she could speak freely, Amanda replied in a somewhat sexy tone "I want to go out and have some fun. What do you have in mind?"

Lavrell told her to meet him back in the parking lot of the club they had been at as soon as she could get there and then he hung up the phone. Amanda scrambled to her bedroom to pick out some clothes and freshen her appearance before telling John she was heading out. She briefly paused to give him a peck on the cheek if only for the wonderful rush of knowing she was doing so as she headed out to meet her lover.

Her lover.

Wow. Amanda could not believe she just thought that as she backed her car out of the driveway. Thirty minutes later Amanda pulled into the parking lot and saw what she thought was Lavrell's SUV. Parking her car, she straightened her short dress, hoping he would like her look and made her way towards him.

It was only after a few steps that she realized she just thought it was his SUV. His flashing of the lights confirmed things but she mildly scolded herself for being so naïve.

Thirty minutes later, after becoming completely naked in the back of his ride, Amanda was once again preparing to swallow all that his testicles had to offer. She sucked his cock with more confidence and determination to please him. Her right hand massaged his balls as she used her left to stroke him. She didn't focus on pleasuring herself as sucking his cock was all that she wanted to do. When his seed began to paint her tongue, Amanda gazed up at Lavrell, thanking him with her eyes. She sucked him to completion and kneeled there a moment searching with her tongue for anything she may have left behind.

Soon after that, Amanda was once again dressed and on her way home. She felt a sense of pride in being able to get her "lover" off with such passion and recognized the desire he felt for her. She didn't think about this being anything more than a sexual relationship. A relationship solely to satisfy the part of her life that was missing; one that was geared towards fun and freedom.

Chapter 3

Amanda met Lavrell the next two Friday evenings with the same result...she sucked him off in the back of his SUV. She knew she was getting better based on Lavrell's reaction. She could also feel more of his cock in her mouth and was determined to one day take him all the way.

The following Friday, after sucking him to completion, Lavrell moved from the backseat to the driver's seat, started the car and began to drive them off. Amanda was frozen in place. Where were they going? What did he have in mind?

Lavrell seemed to let those thoughts percolate with her for a few moments before calmly telling her he was taking her back to his place "So we can continue to have some fun. It's time we practiced on some other things."

Amanda knew what he meant. They were going to fuck.

A short while later, Amanda was in Lavrell's apartment, completely naked, one orgasm down as she lay on her back with Lavrell's cock ready to slide into her married pussy. Her body yearned for it. The spectacular sight of his hard black cock between her legs had her transfixed.

She came again the moment his cockhead penetrated her pussy lips. Her legs reflexively opened and served to welcome him further inside her. Lavrell took full advantage of it and slid himself in further. Amanda's orgasm seemed to just continue as she felt her pussy stretch to accommodate his black cock.

It was only after she came down from her orgasmic high that she realized Lavrell was not wearing a condom. She tried to focus her mind to get him to stop but her efforts were weak; she really didn't want him to take his cock from inside her. Still, Amanda put her hand to his chest and offered a feeble attempt, "Please...put a condom on. I am not on the pill."

But, while her words were intended to be genuine, her attitude spoke otherwise as her hips continued to fuck up to meet his thrusts. Lavrell could sense this plus he also had no intention of putting a condom on his cock. In fact, he didn't even have any in his place.

Lavrell slowed the pace of his fucking and looked down at Amanda, "I ain't got no rubbers. And I don't wear no rubbers. You want my cock; you take it skin to skin. If not, you can suck me off and then get the fuck out."

The bluntness of his words and attitude stunned her for a moment. But only a moment as her pussy once again took control of her thoughts.

"Will you pull out?" she asked.

"We going to fuck or we going to talk?" came the reply.

Amanda gave in to her pleasure. "Fuck me, please keep fucking me."

And he did. Lavrell fucked her to two more orgasms before his own was upon him. Hooking his arms under her knees, he began to pound her good and hard. She could sense his orgasm brewing and wanted it inside her. Her pussy, though soaked, was thirsting for his cum.

Lavrell knew he had her at his whim but wanted her to admit it. "You still want me to pull out or you going to take my cum in this pussy?"

Amanda's will broke. "Fuck me. Cum in me. Yessss!"

And with the first blast of his cum inside her, Amanda joined him in orgasmic bliss. Their grunts and groans were a symphony of sexual pleasure accompanied by the creaks of his bed as he pounded his cock into her pussy, completely emptying himself inside her.

The sensations were beyond anything Amanda had ever felt. Those sensations coupled with the thoughts of her infidelity had her head spinning. There was a part of her that was almost grateful to her husband for being the way he was which put her in this position. She gazed up at Lavrell's face and knew there was no going back now...Amanda loved Lavrell's black cock.

Chapter 4

A few days later Amanda was leaving her gynecologist's office after having an awkward and embarrassing conversation about needing to get on the pill. Her doctor provided her the prescription, but the simple and obvious questions about "Why are you choosing to do it now?" and "Based on your normal sexual activity this doesn't seem necessary at this point in your life."

Clearly Amanda could not tell her doctor that she received the best fucking of her life a few days ago and if she intended to enjoy anything like that again, then the pill was a means to that end. Nonetheless, Amanda left the doctor's office with the comfort that pregnancy was not something she needed concern herself with at this point.

And a few days after going on the pill, Amanda Cooper was back in Lavrell's apartment bouncing up and down on his cock as she worked to milk the second load from his black cock; she had already swallowed the first load his testicles had to offer.

This fuck, her first riding a cock, was as intense as her first with Lavrell. The slapping sound of her cheeks hitting his thighs spurred her on though her heart was pounding and her lungs screamed for oxygen. The light sheen of sweat she felt gathering between her bouncing tits was an erotic sensation also. When her first orgasm hit, Amanda buried his cock in her pussy and ground her hips as if attempting to pull more into her than the 10" of black cock Lavrell was giving her.

As she came back to her senses and resumed fucking him, Amanda looked into Lavrell's eyes and began to wonder if he was aware of just how much of a change she had gone through in their short time together. If he knew that she had never sucked her husband's cock until he came in her mouth. If he knew that she had never ridden her husband's cock with the abandon she was now riding his. Or if he knew she had always refused to go on birth control but was now willingly taking it to get the cock which was now providing her therapy.

A part of her felt as if he did know because of the way he was letting things progress at a pace she was comfortable with. However, those thoughts were rather fleeting as her pussy, and the cock plowing it, once again became the focus of her attention. Her final thought on the matter was that even if he didn't know now, it was clear that her life experience would come out in discussion anyway.

As the slapping sound once again gained intensity, Amanda felt Lavrell's hands on her hips as he began to dictate the pace; her brief experience with him told her that meant his own orgasm was on its way.

Smiling down at him, Amanda asked "How do you want to cum baby? Want me to bounce on this cock or would you rather I ride it slow?"

Lavrell responded in a way that would become something of an indicator of the future, "You just keep that pussy ready, I'll drive."

And with that he began to pound her pussy down on his cock by controlling her hips. When his cum began to pump into her pussy, Amanda came right along with him. Feeling his warm seed fill her womb spawned the incredible fantasy of him impregnating her and she nearly passed out with the intensity of her orgasm.

When Lavrell had finished cumming, Amanda followed his command to slip off of him and "Clean my cock with that wonderful mouth of yours."

Why did these words arouse her rather than offend her? But she answered that question with a moan as her tongue lapped up the semen coating on his cock.

Chapter 5

The following Friday, Amanda arranged a substitute teacher for the final half of the school day so she could get to Lavrell's place a little earlier than normal. He was getting off work at noon and the text she received Thursday night, "I want my cock sucked at 1pm. You gonna be here or I need to find someone else?" made it clear where he expected her to be. Focusing on the classroom was very difficult as she anticipated kneeling before him and sucking the delicious nectar his cock feeds her.

Amanda sped to his apartment as soon as she could leave school and within a minute of entering, was on her knees fishing his cock from his loose shorts. Lavrell sat on his favorite chair with his hands crossed behind his head as he stared down at her as she worked to free his cock. He enjoyed watching her unconsciously licking her lips in anticipation of tasting him.

Once his cock was out, Amanda's world scaled down to the 10" before her and the testicles that held her reward. She gave his cockhead a loving kiss, before giving his cock a complete tongue bath and then getting down to sucking him off. She was working at improving her skill and was intent on taking him all the way into her mouth and throat one day soon. She was nearly there in the short time they had been together but still had a bit of a gag reflex to work on. Amazingly, even the slight gag as his cockhead hit the back of her throat was something of a turn on for this emerging black cock slut.

Amanda took him as deeply as she could and looked up into Lavrell's eyes to gauge her performance. He gave her a grinning nod and then leaned his head back as his orgasm pumped his seed into her mouth. Amanda savored the taste of the cum she had come to crave and worked with passion to milk him completely. She gazed up at him as she swallowed his full load.

After finally pulling her mouth from his cock, Amanda looked up at him and said, "I love to suck this cock."

Lavrell replied, "You getting a taste for black cock huh?"

Amanda didn't notice that he said "black cock" rather than "my cock". When she nodded in agreement as she continued to lick around his cockhead, Lavrell replied, "Good. I gonna provide you with all the black cock you want."

Amanda's aroused brain didn't fully understand the meaning of the words he spoke, but she would come to wholeheartedly agree with them soon.

About an hour later, with Lavrell's cock fully recharged, Amanda was learning the pleasures of taking black cock doggy style. Throughout this wonderful fuck, Lavrell would occasionally pull out and bring his cock to her mouth. She would suck him clean before he stepped back to put his cock back in her pussy. She felt he was both trying to get her used to sucking his cock from her pussy and also making sure his cock stayed good and wet from her saliva.

In reality, he was setting her up for the next step in her training.

Lavrell pulled his cock from her pussy and she turned her head to the side in anticipation of his cock. She greeted it as she had been with a kiss and then sucking his cock into her mouth. This time however, there was something a bit different that she couldn't explain. His cock felt slightly different. At first she just chalked it up to the different angle of sucking him off and her inexperience.

But that was not why things were different. That became clear when she had his cock in her mouth and felt it also attempting to slip into her pussy.

With the realization there were two black cocks in the room; Amanda jerked her head back to figure out what was going on. Lavrell, the man with the black cock in her pussy, chose that moment to slide himself inside her. Amanda's eyes could move no further than the black cock in front of her face as Lavrell's cock hit the right spot to spawn another orgasm.

Amanda Cooper opened her mouth, leaned forward to take this anonymous black cock into her mouth, and welcomed the first threesome of her now cheating married life.

Lavrell knew he had something special in Amanda at that moment. His friend, Marcus, looked at Lavrell with in disbelief at Amanda's willingness to take them both on. But Marcus' expression quickly turned to pleasure as he enjoyed Amanda's growing oral skills.

Amanda was coming down from another orgasm as she felt Marcus' cock tense up as it prepared to release its load into her mouth. Lavrell slowed the pace of his fucking slightly to both watch her suck Marcus off and to allow her to focus her skill on swallowing his seed.

She held the head of his cock between her lips as she ran her tongue around his cockhead as he emptied his balls into her greedy mouth. Amanda swallowed, sucked, swallowed, sucked, and then swallowed again, as Marcus semen went down her throat.

Once Marcus was done, Lavrell picked up the pace of fucking and filled Amanda's womb with his own cum. Amanda erupted into another orgasm at the sensation Lavrell's cock was providing and at the act of sucking cock and being fucked at the same time.

When Lavrell pulled out of her, Amanda rolled on to her back to try and catch her breath. She was torn between lashing out at Lavrell for setting her up to suck off his friend and being grateful for the amazing pleasure the double teaming had given her. She was also a little scared at her own reaction at being taken by the two black men.

She was embarrassed at just how excited she was with being able to suck a second black cock while being fucked. And it was the excitement that won out over being angry with Lavrell. Amanda rolled to her side, her breasts hanging slightly towards the bed, and spoke the words to Lavrell which would speed up her rapidly altering persona, "That was amazing. Thank you. Both of you. I never realized how much I loved sex. But I am learning now."

Chapter 6

The following night, Amanda and John sat down for one of their rare dinners together and she could not help but see her husband in a different light. His devotion to work, making money, and pleasing his boss were in such contrasts to the priorities she now has in life. Her main focus, other than making sure her son Eddie was keeping touch and doing well at school, was seeing where her sexual relationship with Lavrell was going.

She had no intention of developing things beyond sex with her and Lavrell. She really didn't know much about him, but she did have a sense of profound gratitude towards him for enlightening her about herself.

Amanda and her husband spoke little, as usual, during dinner before he headed back to his computer and her to either grab a book or watch TV. She was surprised when her phone rang to see Eddie's number calling her.




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 01



As is typical with any mother, a nervous fear ran through her for this unexpected call until she heard his voice and realized all was ok. She hadn't spoken to him in over a week, in part because she was at Lavrell's during the time they would normally talk. Amanda felt wonderful hearing her son's voice and was playfully joking with him about probably having girls all over the campus by this point.

Her newfound sense of sexual freedom provided a bit of liberation in her manner of speech with her son and this soon found the two of them giggling with one another about whether he was having any luck with college girls. Eddie, probably like many teenage boys with an attractive mother, had something of a crush on her, and he enjoyed hearing her playful giggle. The two of them joked for a bit and Eddie found his crush deepening as he wondered where this side of his mom's personality had come from. He had no way to know this stemmed from her newly emerging sexual awakening.

That evening in bed, with John sound asleep beside her, Amanda stroked her clit as she thought about her infidelity over the last month or so. Her pussy moistened and her mouth watered at the thought of being penetrated by black cock. She wondered what her son would think of her if he were to find out.

And then she came.

Chapter 7

That Saturday, Amanda was on her knees in Lavrell's apartment sucking his black cock when he said, "Can't believe your husband ain't got you sucking his cock. What the fuck is wrong with him?" Amanda had been orally worshipping his cock for about a half hour at this point and had a long string of saliva and drool hanging from her chin. She looked up at Lavrell and said, "He's a fool. All he cares about is money and work. He has no idea what it takes to please a woman." Then she paused and giggled before adding, "Of course, even I didn't know what I liked until I met you."

With that, Amanda committed right then and there that she was going to take his entire cock into her mouth and throat.

She pressed forward, gagging a bit at first and then fighting to suppress it as she sought to please her lover. Amanda withdrew a bit, long enough to take in a breath of air and then pressed forward again. She could hear Lavrell's breathing and moans of pleasure so she knew she was getting something right. She slipped her right hand down to her pussy to rub her clit as she continued to take his cock deeper.

Then, in achieving another orgasmic high, Amanda felt his pubic hair touch her nose. She had done it. She had taken Lavrell's black cock to the root. Her pussy exploded with joy. And then so did his cock.

Amanda had two competing priorities right then. Sucking the cum from his balls or air. She pulled back just enough to take a breath through her nose before pushing forward again. The pulsing of his cock in her throat extended her own orgasm. He seemed to be pumping his cum directly into her belly.

When he finished, Amanda pulled back, licked her lips and his cock clean of any remaining semen, and smiled up at Lavrell. "I did it. I took you all the way. Was it good?"

Lavrell replied, "That was fucking fantastic. Damn I love you sucking my cock. Fucking white boy don't know what he missing!"

The two of them laughed at John's ignorance of her new oral skills...skills he had never experienced and never will.

An hour later, Amanda was on her back with Lavrell driving his black cock into her pussy. Lavrell, who was developing an obvious affection hearing or talking about her husband, paused with just the head of his in her pussy, he said, "Tell me how long you been married."

The request seemed somewhat out of the blue since they were in the middle of fucking. However, Amanda was coming to realize that Lavrell enjoyed this little playful banter at her husband's expense, and she frankly couldn't deny her own pleasure in it.

Amanda smiled up at him and said, "Mmmm...I've been married 19 years. And faithful all that time. Until I met you...mmmmm". Lavrell's cock began pounding her pussy with those words. She continued, "His cock can't compete with yours. Take me baby, fuck this pussy!"

She squeezed her pussy around his cock as she began to cum. Lavrell could hold out no longer. His balls pulled up into his sack and began to pump their life giving seed into her womb. Amanda's womb drank of their contents.

Chapter 8

Amanda was Skyping with her son when she received a text from Lavrell; he was asking when she was coming over. Amanda momentarily forgot about her son and started texting with Lavrell. It wasn't until her son jokingly asked, "Dang mom, who are you texting with? Your face is beaming from ear to ear!" She had forgotten he was still watching her.

Amanda felt her face flush as if she was caught, but then remembered her son couldn't actually see any of the texts her and Lavrell were exchanging. Still, the slight excitement in her son's voice made her have a little playful exchange with him before ending the Skype session. Ten minutes later Amanda was on her way out the door, leaving a short note to her husband, as she headed off to Lavrell's place.

She drove with heightened anticipation to his place and had to catch herself from a slight trot to his door. She let herself in and found Lavrell sitting in his chair, ESPN on the TV, waiting for her.

Amanda walked in, quickly shimmied out of her dress, and then sexily walked towards him as he appraised her. She felt alive, desired, and full of arousal as she made her way over to him. She gave him a peck on the lips before sinking to her knees before him. Lavrell's cock was soon covered in Amanda's saliva as she sucked him with passion. Taking him into her throat was getting somewhat easier with her continued practice, and it was incredibly arousing.

She had just got him to full hardness and was slowly sliding her lips up and down on his 10" black cock when Lavrell put his hands on the sides of her head and held her in place a moment. Then he said to her, "Remember a couple weeks ago when you took care of my boy Marcus? He's been dying to get another piece of you."

Lavrell let that kind of just hang in the air a few moments and Amanda didn't know if he was asking her opinion or if he had more to say. However, he didn't need to say another word because Marcus stepped out of the bedroom a moment later.

Amanda, still with Lavrell's cock deep in her mouth, shifted her gaze towards Marcus and let out a guttural moan around Lavrell's cock. No further discussion was necessary. Marcus simply stepped towards her and pulled his cock out of his pants. Then, for the first time in her life, Amanda Cooper had two cocks, two black cocks, staring her in the face.

She went to work immediately.

Amanda began to suck one cock then the other, transferring her mouth and coating each with her saliva. Her pussy was soaked with desire. Her eyes danced from Lavrell to Marcus and back. Her entire sexual desire bent on pleasing these two black men.

Lavrell took charge.

"Yo bro," he said to Marcus, "Test out her pussy. I want her to take my cock in her throat again."

He emphasized again as if beating his chest to Marcus. However, this also had a reaction on her; it spurred her on.

Marcus was already moving in behind her when he paused and said to Lavrell, "She on BC?"

Amanda, who was staring up at Lavrell, saw him nod and then look down at her and say, "Tell him."

At first, she was a bit confused, but then realized what he wanted.

Popping Lavrell's cock from her mouth, Amanda turned towards Marcus and said sexily, "I'm safe baby. I got on the pill a couple days after Lavrell fucked me."

Why she felt the need to say that, and to be so open about exactly 'why' she got on the pill she didn't know. But it aroused her nonetheless.

A few seconds later, Amanda Cooper welcomed the second cock that didn't belong to her husband into her pussy. Both cocks, each black, stretched, filled, and fucked her better than her husband John could ever hope to do. And with each thrust she knew her life was forever changing.

Lavrell and Marcus found a rhythm fucking her, Lavrell in her mouth, Marcus her pussy. Amanda was still somewhat new to doggy style fucking and had never considered taking on two men at the same time so she was working to keep her balance. She braced a hand on each of Lavrell's powerful thighs as she sucked him off while Marcus used her hips to leverage his fucking with his 9" cock.

She came twice in rapid succession before Marcus was ready to fill her pussy. Amanda joined him with a third orgasm as she felt the first pulse of his cum into her womb. Her deep groan with Lavrell's cockhead in the back of her throat soon found him ready to feed her his seed. Barely able to catch her breath, Amanda withdrew his cock enough to taste his first blast of cum before pushing forward to bury him in her throat. The remainder of his cum pumped directly into her belly as Marcus finished filling her pussy.

When the two of them had finished emptying their balls into her welcoming body, Amanda slumped to the floor and rolled on to her back as she settled her breathing and heartbeat. She wanted to be nowhere else on earth.

Chapter 9

The following week Amanda lost her anal virginity to Lavrell while half bent over his couch in the living room. She had already sucked him off and swallowed his cum upon arriving at his place and just continued to suck him back to life.

Once he was sufficiently hard and she had partially satisfied her growing oral fix, Lavrell got off the couch, leaving Amanda still in the kneeling position and stepped behind her. Her pussy was soaked and waiting on his cock. Lavrell slipped his shaft inside her in one steady push, before pausing to let her adjust.

He fucked her to two orgasms before pausing to have her suck his cock clean. Then, he stepped behind her and lubed his cock unbeknownst to Amanda. When she felt his cock press against her sphincter, she immediately panicked and pushed forward as if to prevent him from entering her. However, Lavrell grabbed her hips to hold her in place, and then smoothly told her to relax.

Having never had anal sex, Amanda was very nervous. Lavrell leaned in, whispering in her ear a little laugh that "Your husband ain't got you doing this either?" Before telling her she would love it.

Amanda relented to the inevitable that it was going to happen and the growing feeling that she wanted it to happen.

True to his past 'training' form, Lavrell took it slow and helped her past the early discomfort. He reached around and massaged her clit to ensure her pussy contributed to this process. It wasn't long after that when Amanda began to feel the strange sensation of pleasure that she would come to enjoy with a cock in her ass.

Lavrell fucked her ass relatively gently this first time out and didn't attempt to extend things. He did not want this to be a problem for her as his goal was to make her come to love anal as much as she has come to love sucking him off. When the combination of his clit massage and his cock sliding in her ass brought her to her first anal orgasm, Lavrell knew his mission was complete. He pulled her hips back to seat himself fully in her bottom and pumped his seed into her ass.

Amanda, fully accustomed now to cleaning his cock when it was removed from her pussy, thought nothing of turning around to suck the cum-coating from his shaft. It wasn't until she had already bathed it with her tongue and was nursing his cockhead did she realize his cock had just been taken from her ass. Lavrell, noticing the realization on her face, immediately increased his clit massage while using the other to hold her head in place.

Amanda came again in response.

Three days later, on a Saturday while supposedly shopping for classroom supplies, Amanda was at Marcus' apartment, being ass fucked by Marcus as she sucked off Lavrell.

She cleaned Marcus' cock in the same manner she had Lavrell's; doing so without any prompting.

Chapter 10

Over the course of the next few weeks, Amanda spent at least a two afternoons on her way home at either Lavrell or Marcus' apartments. During this time, Lavrell introduced Amanda to another friend, Jamile. Fifteen minutes after meeting him, Amanda was swallowing Jamile's cum.

Her lust for black cock seemed to be increasing as was her indifference to her home life. It wasn't until a text from her son reminding her that he was coming home for a couple days for Thanksgiving, did she realize that her worlds could be on a collision course.

Amanda explained things to her lovers that her son was coming home and this would present something of a complication. She was desperate to see him but also knew that his being home would compete with her freedom to enjoy the wild sex which was now part of her life. Amanda also felt a secret embarrassment about making eye contact with her son based on the somewhat risqué texts they had exchanged; a risqué manner of communicating they had rarely engaged in before he left for school.

Her men on the other hand, could care less about her son being home. They had no intention of his presence interfering with their burgeoning slut. In fact, Lavrell told Marcus over a beer one night, "It might be good to keep the bitch hot so her fucking son start learning that things changing around the house!"

The week prior to her son's arrival, with her husband at work and school closed for the day, Amanda received a text from Lavrell that he was on his way to her house. To this point all of her sex with him had been outside of her home. She wanted to protest about getting caught, about her neighbors asking questions, or about anything that would make him change his mind, but she offered no excuse. In reality, Amanda wanted him to fuck her in her own house. There was a sense of necessity in checking an imaginary block in being a cheating wife that could only be done while fucking your lover at home.

To add to her arousal and show Lavrell her desire for this experience, Amanda ran to her bedroom and donned a new panty and bra set she had recently purchased. A nice over the hip white lace panty with similar white lace bra that pushed her breasts together and barely covered her nipples were how she chose to present herself when he arrived.

Amanda finally responded to his initial text, "Park in the driveway and don't bother to knock...the door is open."

When Lavrell walked in, he was greeted with the sight of the athletically fit Amanda smiling with a hand on one hip as the fingers of the other hand gently tapped her flat belly. He made it no further than the foyer before she began to walk towards him like a cat on the prowl.

There was something about him being in her house that turned her sexual flame up higher. She wanted nothing more than to give herself to him and to please him in the same places she occupied with her husband.

Amanda slipped to her knees at the edge of the carpet and hardwood foyer, then looked up at Lavrell and said, "I'm glad you are here. I didn't realize how badly I wanted to do this in my own house."

And with that, she fished his cock from his pants and began to suck him off.

Amanda swallowed his cum in that spot before rising and stripping her bra and panties off. She left them on the floor as she led Lavrell, by his cock, towards her bedroom. With the blinds closed and candles burning, Amanda again sunk to her knees to revive his pole. It didn't take long.

They fucked two more times in her house that day. The first with Amanda on her back on her bed as Lavrell drilled her. She didn't track how many times she came as it probably could have been characterized as one long continuous orgasm. Lavrell pumped his nut into her on her marital bed.

The second fuck was in the living room on the couch as she rode him to orgasm. Seeing family pictures seemingly stare down at her as she fucked her black lover was an experience seared into her memory. She longed to repeat it.

Chapter 11

The morning her son was to return from college, Amanda was once again on her knees sucking off Lavrell and Marcus in her living room. Eddie had texted when he drove off campus and she knew it should be about a 2 hour drive. Lavrell and Marcus had just arrived and were stripping their pants off as she was texting Eddie back. The two of them intentionally were rubbing their cocks on her face as she typed. Amanda was giggling right along with them.

After Eddie acknowledged her plea to drive safe, Amanda took turns taking Lavrell and Marcus' cocks into her throat. She had mastered the art of suppressing her gag reflex and had come to adore the sensation of a heavy, full set of black balls swinging against her chin as she surged her mouth forward on a cock. Knowing those testicles were full of the pudding she craved spurred her oral skills. She swallowed each of her lovers' seed before doing an impromptu striptease for them.

The three of them were once again going at it, this time with Amanda sandwiched between her dual lovers, loving the fullness of a cock in her pussy and ass at the same time, when her phone buzzed...it was Eddie.

"Mom, I'm about 15 minutes from home. Leaving gas station."

"Oh fuck!" Amanda nearly shouted to her lovers. "He's almost home! I have to clean up!"

Lavrell responded, "You can clean up after I finish fucking."

Mercifully, Lavrell and Marcus didn't prolong things. Marcus, who was sawing away at her ass, pulled out and stepped around to her mouth so she could finish him. Without hesitation Amanda wrapped her lips around his shaft and began to suck him off as she massaged his balls.

Lavrell could not hold out on seeing this and began to pump his seed into her pussy. Amanda gently squeezed her pussy muscles to help milk his testicles dry. Then she focused all her attention on Marcus. Within a minute his balls were painting her tongue with their semen.

Amanda pulled off Lavrell and could not resist taking him into her mouth to clean his cock properly. She had no idea how much time had passed since the last text but felt her internal compulsion to do so.

She was able to quickly throw on a t-shirt, but no bra, and jeans as her lovers walked out of her house. She stood at the window watching them drive off and felt a sense of relief at not getting caught. However, she didn't even take a step from the window when she saw Eddie's car pull up from the opposite end of the street.

Quickly, and almost unconsciously, wiping her mouth, Amanda ran to the bathroom to check her appearance, noticing at the last second, and too late, that she was still braless. She only had time to pop a breath mint before the front door opened and Eddie walked in.

"Hey mom!" as they greeted each other with a hug and peck on the cheek.

"Hey sweetheart!! I'm so glad you are here, I've missed you!" which was followed by another hug and kiss.

Eddie smiled at her, and then she could see his eyes travel to her braless tits. Her nipples were still fully engorged from her recent sex and were prominent under the t-shirt.

Amanda quickly broke the awkward silence by asking about his drive and traffic to which he told her everything was fine. And then all her hopes about getting away with her little tryst with Lavrell and Marcus were dashed when Eddie said, "Who was over? Saw a car pulling out of the driveway as I turned on to the street."

Momentarily flustered by the question, and the surge of blood to her nipples at remembering what had gone on, Amanda stumbled a bit over her words before lying and telling Eddie that they were 'salesmen'.

She couldn't tell if the lie worked or not since Eddie's gaze was partially impacted by her rock hard nipples. Dying to get out of this situation, Amanda grabbed her son's arm and nearly dragged him to the kitchen saying, "Let me get you something to drink or some food."




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 01



A short bit later, her nipples now returning to normal size, Amanda and Eddie engaged in small talk about school and now being home. When there was a bit of a lull in their chatter, Eddie said he was going to take a quick shower to get refreshed after the drive. He made it clear that he liked the banter they had going back and forth while he was gone by jokingly saying to Amanda, "You aren't going to have any salesmen over while I am here are you?"

Amanda's nipples flared to attention at his comment and she playfully swatted him on the arm as he took a final glance at her breasts before leaving the room.

Ironically, five minutes later with each of them in their separate bedrooms, Amanda was fingering her clit to another orgasm as she relived her morning events, while Eddie was jerking his cock to orgasm in the shower as he fantasized about seeing his mother's tits.

To be continued...



Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 02



Author's notes: Thanks to everyone for reading and voting on my first story. Hopefully you will find this one enjoyable.

I was remiss in my first story in not thanking Tw_Holt for inspiring me to write the original story, and to Todger65 for editing this one and the original.

If you have not done so, I suggest you read part 01 first since it will help fill in some missing parts. This one picks up right where that one left off.

You'll notice I stopped using the chapters in this story. I didn't even realize it until I was done writing. I hope that doesn't cause an issue for anyone.

Thank you for reading (and for hopefully voting for) my stories. I also appreciate the feedback. Well most of the feedback anyway. ;)

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Amanda was enjoying Thanksgiving break with Eddie home, but at the same time was a bit frustrated by the limitations he imposed on her new emerging lifestyle. She obviously could not harp on at him over the phone or via Skype that she missed him, only then to spend the majority of his time at home out of the house with Lavrell. At the same time, she couldn't seem to keep her thoughts from wondering what Lavrell and Marcus were doing. As naïve as she was, she had the silly impression that once Eddie returned to school that Lavrell and Marcus might have moved on without her.

These thoughts dominated her mind to the point where she began to view everything in a sexual light, and it kept her on edge throughout the couple days. Simple, daily activities like brushing her teeth had her imagining Lavrell's cock plunging in and out of her mouth. Washing herself in the shower resulted in her fingering herself to orgasm daily. And her reflecting on using the turkey baster had her suppressing a giggle throughout the entire Thanksgiving meal!

Thanksgiving night, on a whim in the shower, Amanda shaved her pussy bare. The sight and sensation were amazing. So amazing, that she couldn't keep her hands from caressing the baby soft skin which ultimately led to her fingers descending a bit lower towards her beckoning pussy.

Finally, Amanda's will broke.

Amanda texted Lavrell and asked if he was going to be around on Friday. Lavrell responded with a smug response "Thought you wanted to spend time with your boy?" She could almost hear his triumphant laugh while reading the text.

She tried to brush off his cavalier attitude and acknowledged that "Yes, I do want to and have been spending time with him. I was just hoping to see you tomorrow for a bit."

When Lavrell didn't respond, Amanda sent another text, "I usually go shopping early in the morning, but I can come to your place instead. Ok?"

That generated a response from Lavrell, "Cock shopping on black Friday?"

Amanda replied back, "No shopping for me baby. You already have what I want."

She left the house with both John and Eddie still sleeping and headed straight for Lavrell's. She brought a gym bag with a pair of jeans and a top to come home in, but she left the house in something easy get out of...a short skirt and a pullover top. No panties. No bra. She texted him as she left the driveway "On my way!!"

It was always amazing how she could almost feel her persona change as she got closer and closer to his place.

Once at his place, Amanda parked her car and quickly made her way to his door. Just as she was about to knock she noticed the door ajar and heard Lavrell call her inside.

There, Amanda greeted him with a kiss just inside the doorway. They made out with her back against the door and she felt her frustrations slowly melt away as her body heated up.

Lavrell stepped back to let her suck his cock. Fully clothed, Amanda sunk to her knees and pulled his cock from his pants.

"I've missed you" she whispered to his cock as she planted a loving wet kiss on his cockhead. Then looking up at Lavrell she repeated the phrase. Neither paid much attention to it, but it was debatable whether the statement was directed to him or his rapidly hardening shaft of chocolate licorice.

Amanda got Lavrell fully hard then began making love to him with her mouth. Over and over again she took his cock to the root, pausing for a moment each time she felt his full balls sway against her chin and his pubic hair tickle her nose. All the while she kept her eyes locked on his.

It was amazing to her, how quickly she had come to love sucking cock. It seemed every time she thought about it she began to salivate. Now, with her mouth full of his rod, that saliva was leaking from the corners of her mouth and beginning to collect on her chin. Soon, as in times past, it would form the string of saliva that would often come to touch her tits.

The mental image this portrayed in Amanda's mind caused her to begin to purr as she blew him. Lavrell was adoring her cock worship and the sensation of her purring with him fully embedded in her throat pushed him over the edge.

Lavrell's first orgasm of the day fed Amanda breakfast. Amanda used her left hand bearing her wedding ring to massage Lavrell's pumping testicles, while she wrapped her right around the cheeks of his ass to pull him towards her. The throbbing pulse of his cock as it fed its semen into her waiting belly was like an elixir to Amanda. She craved his cum. And she was grateful to him for providing it to her.

Once Amanda was certain she had fully sucked him dry, she planted another kiss on his glans then leaned back on her heels and smiled up at Lavrell, "Thank you. I needed that."

Lavrell extended his arm to the wall to steady himself from the intensity of his orgasm, "Damn woman, you a fast learner."

Amanda smiled at his comment, then grabbed his semi-hard shaft and, leading him to the bedroom, said, "I have something to show you."

Once there, she led him to the bed and motioned for him to sit down. Amanda, by no means with any experience at stripping, put on a very innocent routine before ultimately dropping her skirt and exposing her shaved pussy to Lavrell.

His reaction was exactly what she had hoped. He looked at her pussy, up at her, then back to her pussy.

Amanda gently rubbed her hand in the newly shaved area and smiled at Lavrell, "I shaved it last night. You like the way it looks?"

Her question was one of seeking validation, but her tone made the question clearly rhetorical. She could tell from the look on his face and the hardening of his cock that he liked the new look.

A few moments later, Lavrell had essentially tossed her on her back on his bed and was lapping at her now bare pussy. Amanda was completely unprepared for him to go down on her the sensation of his tongue making contact with her clit launched her into instant orgasm. Her hips lurched her pussy upward towards his mouth. Her hands slapped down and tightly grabbed the sheets on the bed. Her nipples flared, her eyes rolled back, and though her mouth opened in the appearance of making sound, her lips only formed in a silent O as her breath remained frozen in her lungs.

It was only after the first wave of the orgasm broke did she regain awareness that her body was more than just an orgasming clit. "Ooooh...fuckkk...yessss..." was the most coherent statement her mind could formulate in response to the feelings she felt.

Amanda had still not regained control of her breathing when she felt Lavrell's cock pressing against the lips of her pussy. She quickly raised her head, and both she and Lavrell watched his black lovestick slip into her newly shaved pussy. A mutual groan of pleasure and endorsement filled the room as their eyes drank in the sight.

Then Lavrell got down to the business of fucking her pussy into submission.

The slapping sounds of his hips against her ass cheeks pushed her into another orgasm. Amanda's hands alternated between slapping and grasping at the sheets, to tweaking and pinching her nipples, to lightly raking her nails along Lavrell's biceps as her body erupted again.

Lavrell's balls, still recovering and generating more semen after having recently cum in Amanda's mouth, gave him plenty of stamina to pound her married pussy. Amanda was approaching another orgasm when Lavrell rolled himself onto his back with his cock fully embedded within her. He then grabbed her hips and set the pace at which he wanted her to ride him.

The slapping sounds, this time of her ass cheeks striking his thighs, once again filled the room.

And once again Amanda erupted in orgasm.

She maintained a steady rhythm bouncing and grinding her pussy on his black cock as she draped her forehead into his chest while her orgasm washed over her. The combined sensations of her breasts either bouncing or swaying and his cock stuffing her pussy as she rode him, held Amanda in a nearly continuous orgasm.

When her legs finally gave up the last of their energy, Lavrell again rolled over and this time stood at the side of the bed as he fucked her. This gave each of them a clear view of his cock slipping inside her shaved pussy.

He did not last much longer.

Lavrell pushed his shaft inside her to the hilt as he began to pump his seed into her. Amanda imagined feeling every ribbon of cum strike the depths of her pussy. For those few moments, all nerve endings and sensations seemed to emanate from within her love canal.

Lavrell withdrew his now spent cock from her seam and flopped breathlessly on the bed next to Amanda. She needed no prompting. Amanda immediately rolled to her side and took his semen and vaginal juice covered cock into her mouth, and lovingly cleaned him with her tongue and lips.

A short while later, now dressed in her 'wife' clothes, Amanda Cooper was on her way home from 'shopping', to her husband and son. The remnants of her coupling with Lavrell made themselves known on the drive as her pussy occasionally leaked into her already soaked panties. She giggled a moment as she debated whether either her husband or son would detect the scent of her infidelity.

Once home she found John already awake and working on his laptop. Eddie was milling around the kitchen scrounging up breakfast. For an unknown and inexplicable reason, Amanda felt the irresistible desire to brush past her son and tousle his hair as she made her way through the room. Eddie laughed and met his mother's fleeting glance as she left the kitchen. He had a momentary flashback of that look being on her face the day he returned from school.

Two days later, Sunday, while Eddie was gathering up his stuff for the return trip to school that afternoon, Amanda was texting with Lavrell letting him know Eddie was heading out in a few hours. She also let him know that John was gone for the day because he had an early morning meeting Monday that was three hours away so he had rented a hotel room in that area and was meeting his co-workers to prepare.

About a half hour before Eddie was slated to head out, there was a knock on the front door. Amanda was stunned to find Lavrell standing there when she opened it! Frantically looking over her shoulder to see if Eddie was around, she quietly and somewhat tersely asked Lavrell "What are you doing here?! My son is still home."

Lavrell gave an indifferent shrug and then just stepped inside. Amanda was now approaching a state of panic. How could she possibly explain this to her son and, nearly just as important, how could she let Lavrell know she was desperate for his touch?

Amanda called out to Eddie to get an idea where he was and was relieved to hear him say he was just about to jump in the shower. Lavrell took the initiative by stepping up to Amanda and kissing her deeply. With one ear listening for the shower, Amanda wrapped her arms around Lavrell's powerful neck and returned his kiss.

Lavrell's hands tantalizingly slid up and down her sides, but never higher than the bottom of her tits. She was desperate for his hands to grab her sensitive breasts and tweak her nipples but was biding her time until Eddie was out of the house and safely on his drive back to college. Lavrell could feel the heat in her kiss and sense the passion brewing beneath the surface and used his touch to increase both.

Just when she thought he would give her breasts the relief she sought, he reached his hands up under her t-shirt and deftly undid her bra. Lavrell used his thumbs to rub her nipples as he maneuvered the bra off her shoulders. Amanda's brain was calling out for protest but she obediently followed his lead in pulling the bra through the sleeves of the t-shirt. Not wanting to step away from their embrace, Amanda tossed the bra over the living room recliner. She released a grateful sigh as she saw it fall behind the recliner and out of sight. Then she leaned into Lavrell and began to kiss him again.

Lavrell returned his fingers to her flared nipples and pinched each forcefully but gently between his index finger and thumb. Her shirt was now resting on his wrists as he began to massage her breasts. The sensitivity of her breasts had always served as a weak point for her and her focus shifted to the pleasure his hands and fingers were applying.

In that time, she lost track of the running shower. The water was now off.

Amanda's eyes popped open and she reached her hands up to try and pull his away from her tits. As she grabbed his wrists, Lavrell again tweaked her nipples and Amanda's eyelids grew heavy with pleasure.

Lavrell leaned in to her ear and whispered "What's the matter girl? You don't like me feeling these tits?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean, I love you playing with my tits. But my son is here. He can't catch us doing this."

"Relax my little bitch. Your boy still in the bathroom. He gonna be gone soon and then I am going to put my black cock in that married pussy." Amanda let out a light moan and with that, Lavrell leaned down and quickly sucked each nipple before rising back up with a smile as he continued his tit massage.

A moment later they both heard the door open. Lavrell gave one final tweak to each nipple and then removed his hands as Amanda quickly pulled her top down as she attempted to get her breathing under control. Her face was still flushed and nipples still at full attention and prominently sticking out from her t-shirt when Eddie stepped into the room.

Eddie's eyes danced from his mother's eyes, to her hard nipples, then to Lavrell who had pulled out his phone and was casually typing out a text. The situation was clearly awkward for everyone but Lavrell, so Amanda was grateful that Eddie just continued to make his way into the kitchen.

Amanda stood watching him as he rounded the corner and the moment he did, Lavrell reached around her and pulled her towards him with a hand on each of her tits.

The sensory overload was almost too much for Amanda. She leaned her head back into his shoulder, aching for the sex to begin, while at the same time weakly attempting to remove his hands and meekly asking Lavrell to wait until Eddie was gone.

Lavrell was having none of it. In fact, he could sense the stimulation Amanda felt in this situation. He resumed tweaking her nipples and leaned into her ear from behind, "I can't wait for you to wrap those lips around my cock. Those same lips that are gonna kiss your boy goodbye. I gonna pump my nut into your belly once he's gone. Then I gonna fuck you on your bed. That what you want my little bitch? Or you want me to leave so you can hang out with your boy?"

Amanda was nearly drooling at the mention of him putting his cock in her mouth. Her eyes were blankly staring ahead as she answered him, "Yes, I want that. I want that so much. Don't leave. Just wait for him to go."

Lavrell was smiling at the desperation in her voice. She seemed like she was hooked now. He had a few more things up his sleeve to make sure but he was pretty confident.

Then, of his own volition, Lavrell pulled away from her tits and sat down on the recliner. Amanda turned to him and caught herself a moment before asking him why he stopped. But her look told him all he needed to know; she wanted to get fucked.

A moment later Eddie emerged from the kitchen and sat at the dining room table with a sandwich. He glanced over in her direction as he sat down and Amanda was about to say something to break the seeming tension she felt when her phone chirped. She had a text.

Opening her phone she was stunned to see a picture of a blonde woman from behind with a black cock in her mouth on the screen with "Your son gone yet?" written below it. The text was from Marcus.

Amanda's mouth hung open as she shifted her gaze towards Lavrell. He simply smiled back at both her reaction and the speed in which Marcus had responded to his request to send something to her.

Amanda didn't know what to do. Should she respond? Should she tell him to leave her alone? Should she tell him he was leaving soon?

However, as these thoughts were still racing through her mind, she found herself sending her response, "He is leaving soon."

As the sending message statement appeared on the screen, Amanda looked towards Lavrell who was still smiling at her. Nearly immediately another text from Marcus appeared, "Let me know when he is gone."

Amanda looked at the message then back at Lavrell. As if on autopilot, she responded, "Ok" to the text and out loud though nothing had been said to warrant a verbal response.

Lavrell, noticing Amanda's growing desire and obsession with their sexual fun, nodded in seeming approval and then stood up. Amanda panicked a moment as she thought he was going to come back to her and resume what they were doing earlier, except this time with her son nearby. However, Lavrell walked right past her and headed towards Eddie. He introduced himself, thankfully leaving out the fact that he is her lover.

Unsure on exactly what to do, Amanda trailed along and stood beside the two of them as she attempted to steer the conversation by throwing out information about Eddie's school and degree program. Both Lavrell and Eddie looked at her with the expression of "What the hell are you talking about?" but each were coming at it from different perspectives.

To her relief, her phone put an end to her silly efforts when it chirped again with another text.

Opening the text, two feet from her son, she saw a picture of a blonde woman riding a black cock. Like the first, the picture was taken from behind as the woman was clearly bouncing up and down on a beautiful black shaft. Her heavy breath caught Lavrell's attention and he peered over her shoulder at the picture.

The phone chirped again with a picture of another blonde sucking another black cock.

It was the final image that made her almost drop the phone.

The image was her sucking off Lavrell in his apartment. She realized at that moment that the other pictures, all taken from an angle to obscure the woman's face, were all of her also. Somehow, Marcus was able to take this picture without her knowledge but at the proper angle to make no mistake it was Amanda...a very sexually aroused Amanda who was clearly enjoying the black cock in her mouth.

Amanda almost wobbled in place as she drank in the sights on the phone. Eddie, who must have been saying something to her, said, "Mom? You ok?"

That snapped her out of her trance. "Yes honey, sorry. I was just um, trying to figure out who this text was from. I'm ok. What do you need?"

Eddie could see his mother's flushed face and could tell that, however delayed her responses were; she was actually ok and there was nothing for him to be concerned about. "Uh, nothing mom. I think I'm going to head out in a few though. I'm just going to finish packing my stuff and get on the road."

Amanda replied without taking her eyes from the phone, "Ok, sweetie."

As Eddie stood to bring his dish to the kitchen, Lavrell just looked at him and each of them grinned and shrugged at Amanda's focus on the text.




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 02



Amanda was inadvertently positioned between Lavrell and Eddie as Eddie stood. She was able to lower the phone but could only give Eddie about a step to pass between her and the table. In this process his right bicep brushed across her tits, reigniting her sensitive nipples.

Eddie croaked out a very awkward "Sorry mom" as Lavrell gave a low rumbling laugh.

Amanda paid it no attention as she was enraptured by the images she was shuffling through on her phone.

As soon as Eddie stepped around the corner and back to his room, Lavrell's hand reached up and tweaked her right nipple. He pressed his lips to her ear and said, "Like what you see there my little bitch? I do. I'm hoping we can enjoy some of that action soon. What do you say?"

"Mmmhmm. Yes. Soon. Just let him leave." was her nearly breathless reply.

"Going to suck my cock like in that picture little bitch? Going to ride me so I can fill up that pussy?"

She was now nearly pleading with him, "Yes. Please stop teasing me. He has to leave first."

Lavrell took his hands from her tits and pulled out his own phone. She half expected him to show some of his own pictures and had a half relieved, half disappointed reaction when he just checked his own messages.

Eddie reappeared a few moments later with his bag in hand, just as Amanda's phone chirped again, this time with a phone call. Quickly answering it, she realized it was Marcus.

"Your boy gone yet?"

"No." She didn't know what else to say without Eddie becoming even more suspicious than he probably already was. "Eddie is still here so um, maybe later."

"Lavrell there though right? Sounds like he got you all ready to go. ha ha."

"Yes. Ok, let me call you back. Eddie is getting to head out. Bye." As soon as she said that last line she knew Marcus was going to be heading over. That suspicion was confirmed a few seconds later when Lavrell's phone binged with its own text.

Now her priority shifted to getting Eddie out of the house. It was going to be hard enough attempting to explain who Lavrell was and what he was doing there the next time she and Eddie had a private conversation. Having Marcus show up with Eddie still home would just be too much to conceal and for her fragile psyche to bear.

Amanda moved the conversation towards him walking out. "So, you have everything right? Toothbrush? Clothes? Phone and charger? You'll text me when you get there?"

"Yes mom, like always." came the somewhat sarcastic reply.

She had to catch herself. Was she making it obvious she wanted him to go? "Ok, sweetie. You know I worry."

And then just like that they were at the door; all three of them...Eddie with bags in hand; Amanda with her dripping pussy ready to please her lover; and Lavrell, the master of ceremonies.

Amanda's nipples were making no effort to hide her excitement as they seemed ready to pierce her top. Even the slight touch of them against Eddie's chest as she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek was a stimulant. And her slightly breathless "Be safe sweetie." had a sexy purr to it making it difficult for Eddie to shake the thoughts about his mother from his head.

As Eddie sat down and started his car with a raging hardon as he thought about his mother, Amanda was kneeling before Lavrell and pulling her prize from his jeans.

She looked up at him and said in all honesty and without guilt, "I didn't think he'd ever leave. I've been thinking about this fucking cock all day!"

One wet tongue kiss on Lavrell's bulging cockhead and glans, and then Amanda took him into her mouth. Gazing up at him as her mouth drooled its saliva around him, Amanda could see Lavrell looking out the window. She realized at that moment that he was watching her son pull out of the driveway.

Amanda had her first orgasm of the day to the idea of her son driving down the street as she was sucking black cock in the living room he had just been in not five minutes earlier.

Lavrell reveled in the dual sight of Eddie driving away as his mother sucked his cock. Once Eddie was out of sight, Lavrell sat down in the recliner and watched as Amanda worked her oral magic on his shaft.

Within a few minutes he felt his balls bump against her chin and the telltale signs of her saliva beginning to pool against his sack. Amanda was in her own world as she sucked him off. The desire to feel him pulse into her mouth was nearly overwhelming and she blew him with all the energy and sensuality she had to make it happen.

She was massaging his balls with one hand while the other was attempting to undo her own pants when the front door began to open. Frozen in panic for a moment, she feared that Eddie had forgotten something and returned. Or worse yet, that her husband had a change in plans and come home early. However, her fears were relieved when she saw a black hand follow the doorknob inside and she knew it was Marcus.

She continued to suck Lavrell's cock as her eyes watched Marcus step through the door.

"Fuck yea! That's what I like to see when I walk in!" was his greeting.

Amanda, too far gone in her passion, and too aroused to respond in any other way, simply smiled at him with her eyes as she continued to suck off Lavrell.

Marcus, who had obviously been coordinating with Lavrell with the pictures and the texts, picked right up where they had left off earlier. "That's right momma, suck that black cock now that your boy is heading off to school."

The pleasure of cock in her mouth, the intensity of feelings that she had experienced with the teasing from Lavrell and Marcus, and her son being nearby the whole time, was too much for Amanda, and she came again the moment she had undone her pants and ran one finger along her clit. She pushed Lavrell's cock as deep into her throat as she could as the orgasm washed over her.

Lavrell, himself highly aroused at what had been going on over the last hour or so, began to pump his cum into her mouth when he again felt her chin against his scrotum. Her purring throughout her orgasm sent subtle vibrations down his shaft as his balls emptied into her mouth and throat. Amanda was reflexively swallowing as she relished her reward.

As she finished swallowing Lavrell's seed, she kept her mouth on him while she finished taking her pants off. When she was certain she had drained his balls completely, Amanda brazenly pulled back from his cock and removed her t-shirt. She carelessly tossed it on the floor and was now completely naked before her two lovers.

There was no sense denying that what had gone on had aroused her intensely. It had been obvious long before she fell to her knees before Lavrell, long before she swallowed his cum, and long before Marcus had arrived. The teasing and sexually playful nature of Lavrell's words or touch, and Marcus' risqué texts and images was incredible. She smiled up from her kneeling position at her two lovers, "You two trying to ruin our little secret? Trying to get me in trouble with my son?"

Both men laughed, and then Lavrell replied, "Just having some fun babe. You didn't seem like you were too upset with it."

Amanda couldn't honestly disagree with that statement and the reality was, she really didn't know if she liked it or not. She paused a moment and briefly debated bringing up the pictures, but decided it was best not to. What she did know was that she was horny as hell and wanted one of them to help squelch the flames by fucking her. Hard.

She stood up and began to walk away from the two men before looking sexily back over her shoulder and saying, "Care to follow me to my room?"

Over the course of the next hour, Lavrell and Marcus took turns fucking Amanda's mouth and pussy. Marcus loved seeing her newly shaved pussy and further liked her telling him how she did it in the shower Thanksgiving night.

She had just finished swallowing Marcus' cum and had a bit of a sheen of sweat building up on her back as Lavrell was fucking her doggy style on her marital bed when her phone buzzed. Marcus looked at it and saw a text from Eddie.

"Your boy's name is Eddie right?"

"Mmhmm..." she answered as she felt her tits swaying underneath her to the rhythm of Lavrell's thrusts.

"He sent you a text." Then he paused a moment and looked at Lavrell. "Call him back."

"What? Call him back? I just want to know he made it safely. I don't need to talk to him. Not now."

Lavrell paused his fucking as she answered and then partially withdrew his cock until just the head remained inside her. Amanda attempted to push back to capture the rest of him but he maintained his distance.

"My little bitch, you want to keep fucking?"

"Yes, you know I do. Please don't stop."

"Then call your boy back."

"Ok, I'll call him after you cum. Just keep fucking me."

"No little bitch, you want my cock, you call him now. With my cock inside you; you call him."

"I can't do that. Please"

Then Lavrell completely pulled his cock out.

"Please, don't. Put it back inside me. I was close to cumming."

"Up to you little bitch. You want to cum or not."

"Yes."

"Then you know what you got to do, don't you?"

Amanda briefly paused, and then bowed her head in submission, "Yes."

Lavrell pushed his cock in her to the hilt, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Amanda, before pulling back until just the head remained. Marcus then dropped the phone on the bed in front of her.

Could she do this? Had she really reached this point?

Lavrell slowly began to pull back and Amanda knew it was time to act. She slowly grabbed the phone and searched for Eddie's number. Her action was rewarded with Lavrell again beginning to fuck her but this time with only half his cock. It restarted her fire though not enough to fully get her off. It was as if his cock kept brushing against her orgasm button but never actually pushing it. She knew all he had to do was push himself completely inside her and that would do it. And all it would take for that to happen was for her to call her son.

Amanda pressed the dial button.

As soon as Lavrell heard her say, "Hi honey." he buried his cock in her with one slow and steady push.

Her battle instantly reversed itself. A moment ago she craved the full length of his cock to get her off, now she was getting it all but she was fighting the urge to cum because she was on the phone with her son!

"What's up mom? Did you get my text?"

"Uhhh...Yes. I, uhhh, just wanted to make sure you got there ok." as she buried her face in the pillow.

"Yea mom, I got here fine. You ok?"

"What? Uh yes, I am fine." again burying her face in the pillow as Lavrell pushed his cock into her all the way and held it there.

Eddie, had heard similar sounds to this before from the room next door, but couldn't process associating these sounds with his mother. Still his cock was hardening and he needed to get off the phone to help get the thoughts out of his head. "Ok, mom, well, I need to go so I can unpack and get settled."

"Ok, honey. See you sooon..." and then she couldn't hold out any longer. Amanda's pussy spasmed in orgasm just as she hung up the phone. She clumsily dropped it as Lavrell began to pound her from behind. His semen began to pump into her womb as he joined her in mutual orgasm while holding her hips tightly.

When he finally pulled out, Amanda flopped on to her back and turned around so she could get to him with her mouth. She had come to love the flavor of their post fuck juices and she had him cleaned in no time. Afterward, she just lay there completely naked, as she caught her breath; her mind racing about the day's events. Her own hands began a slow massage of her tits and she periodically tweaked each nipple. She felt the flow of endorphins she had become accustomed to after a good swim workout.

When Amanda noticed Lavrell and Marcus were curiously quiet, she raised her head to see each of them with their phones in hand either filming or taking pictures of her self-massage. She began to protest but then remembered the pictures she had seen earlier, "Please don't share them. I'm sure you've taken more than I know of, but please don't share them. Ok?"

Both men grunted what she thought was agreement and she laid her head back down.

Eddie meanwhile couldn't get the thought of his mother's body or what she might have been doing out of his head. He attempted to grab a meal at the school food court. He tried hitting the gym. And then went to the library to study. He ended up as he did the day he came home...in the shower jerking off.

Amanda remained naked for the remainder of the day as she made Lavrell and Marcus an early meal. She had a bit of a bite to eat herself before slipping from her chair under the table to suck their cocks. She shifted her mouth from one to the other as they ate. Marcus was the first to finish his meal. He reached under the table and grabbed her hand and gently led her out from underneath. Then, he just bent her over that same table and stepped up behind her and slipped his cock into her inviting pussy.

Lavrell was finishing the last of his meal as Amanda and Marcus fucked before him. She locked eyes with him as he watched their little "show". She came twice before Marcus pulled out and told her to turn around. She knew at once what he wanted and sunk to her knees to finish him with her mouth. Amanda imagined the sight Lavrell was seeing and envisioned it just like the first picture Marcus had sent via text...her blonde head bobbing from behind as she took Marcus into her throat as he came. As she gulped his load down, she felt a sense of pride as Marcus reached out to the table to balance himself.

Amanda theatrically licked her lips as she pivoted on her knees and asked Lavrell, "Done with that meal yet lover?"

Lavrell smiled, nodded, and then stood to walk towards the living room. Amanda obediently followed behind. She knelt before him and immediately began sucking his cock as he sat on the couch. As always, she looked up at him as she blew him. Once fully hard, Lavrell pulled her mouth from his cock and said, "My little bitch, I want a piece of that ass now. You ready to get that ass fucked again? I know you liked it the first time."

She couldn't deny it if she wanted to. She had enjoyed it. And after the sex they had enjoyed today, she was actually seeking it.

When Amanda nodded her agreement, Lavrell waved a finger in front of her. "No my little bitch. You nod when you have a cock in your mouth. You use your words when it's not. Got that?"

"Yes. I'm sorry." Pausing a moment to gather the nerve she admitted it, "Please fuck my ass...I did like it the first time."

"There you go my little bitch. Now get my cock good and wet again then bend over this couch here. I'll give you what you want."

Amanda did just that. She sucked his cock to the root and allowed her saliva to coat his cock. Once she felt he was sufficiently wet, she pulled back and leaned over the couch next to where Lavrell was sitting. She looked up at him and in her best obedient voice said, "Please fuck my ass now."

Lavrell took position between her legs and slipped his cock into her pussy with one steady thrust and then withdrew. "You ready now my little bitch?"

"Yes. I am ready." Though she tried to mask it, the trepidation in her voice was unmistakable to Lavrell and he knew to again take it slow. He knew, if done properly, ass fucking can become an addiction for the right woman. And he felt Amanda was just that woman.

He pushed the head against her ass gently but firmly and felt her sphincter accept it. Then he reached around and began a slow clit massage as he worked himself in all the way. He couldn't help exchange a smile with Marcus as Amanda began to cum before his cock was fully inside her ass. Before she had finished cumming he had pushed his cock inside her all the way.

Then he got down to a good steady ass fuck. He occasionally swatted her ass cheeks as they got into it. Amanda responded with words and sounds, "Mmmhmmm, mmmhmmm, yesss baby...mmmhmmm."

Lavrell caught Marcus' attention as he was just watching the show and silently motioned for him to get his phone. He mouthed for him to video this next part.

"Little bitch, I getting close to busting a nut. I gonna pull out when I am there and I want you to catch it in that mouth of yours. Got that?"

"Mmhmm. Yes baby. I got it."

Lavrell looked at Marcus to make sure he was ready and then he swatted Amanda's ass again. "Here we go little bitch. Suck this cum down!"

Amanda quickly spun around as she felt his cock pull from her ass and nearly dove for it with her mouth. She was able to wrap her lips around his cockhead as the first rope of semen spewed from his urethra. She nursed the head a moment and felt two more ropes of jism splash her tongue before pushing forward to take him into her throat.

All the while, Lavrell was moaning and spurring her on, "That's it my little bitch, suck down my cum. Yea baby...that's it."

Amanda was moaning out her own pleasure right along with him.

As Lavrell's orgasm came to an end, he placed a hand on the back of Amanda's head and slowly eased her off his cock. "You liked that didn't you my little bitch?"

"Mmmhmm." Amanda responded as she licked the remaining drops of sperm from his cock and from her lips.

Lavrell motioned towards Marcus and told her to tell him if she liked it.

Amanda turned her head towards Marcus and froze for a moment as she saw him holding up his phone. But she was too far gone at this point. And she knew the camera had probably caught everything until now anyway, so she looked at Marcus, and essentially the camera, said seductively, "Mmmm...I liked that."

"That's my little bitch. You a natural for some black cock."

Amanda could only smile in response.

Later that evening, with Lavrell and Marcus gone and her having the house to herself, Amanda ran herself a bath. She lay in the tub in the warm water and covered in suds as she reflected on her day. It wasn't long before her hands found their way to her tits and then down to her clit. She enjoyed one final orgasm in the tub before rinsing off in the shower.

As she dried herself off and then got into bed, she saw her wedding picture seemingly staring down at her from the wall it was hung on. A rush of guilt hit her as she reflected on what she had done in this very bed just a few hours earlier. But that guilt switched to frustration with her husband John for being more focused on work than home. For being more worried about satisfying his boss than satisfying her. And then she giggled at how the only times she thought about her husband on this day was when she was briefly scared he might be the one entering the house instead of Marcus and now.

Over the next few weeks, Amanda resumed her normal routine. She would hit the YMCA first thing in the morning to get her swim workout in before heading off to the classroom. The main addition to her normal routine, an addition she had picked up a few weeks earlier, was a stop at Lavrell's place a couple times a week for some fun. Sometimes it was just her and him. Sometimes Marcus was there also. Then, whether from Lavrell's place or from school, Amanda would head home and get ready to do it all again the next day.

At least once a week Amanda and Eddie would chat on Skype. John would pop in and speak briefly but for the most part it was just her and her son. And like the earlier conversations, things sometimes were a little more risqué than normal. This usually occurred on nights when she had spent the afternoon fucking with Lavrell. Her arousal still high, her body still feeling stimulation, and excitement in being able to chat with her son all combined to make this so.

She couldn't figure out why, but Amanda seemed to enjoy it. Maybe it was from the way he had looked at her when he was home. Maybe it was an extension of the phone call Lavrell and Marcus had her make the day he returned to school. Or maybe she was just going crazy. Whatever the case, she enjoyed seeing her son's face flush during these conversations.




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 02



Eddie would no doubt have been shocked during those Skype sessions to actually see why his mother's face also occasionally flushed red or her breath caught. These reactions were usually in response to a text with accompanying photo from Lavrell or Marcus that showed Amanda in various stages of showing her growing passion for black cock. Such as, her blue eyes locked on the camera as she had the head of a black cock in her mouth, then the midway down the shaft, then fully in her throat. Looking back over her shoulder with a smile as one or the other of them fucked her doggy style. Or kneeling before the two of them, a cock in each hand, as she looked up at the camera. Sometimes Eddie would attempt to playfully ask what was going on, but at the same time he had a difficult time managing his own arousal at the thought of just what really might be going on. Had he known it was any of those pictures, he might not have made it to the shower to get himself off.

For their part, Lavrell and Marcus continued to indoctrinate this white wife and mother. The physical stimulation of the afternoon trysts or weekend fuckfests were often accompanied by subtle mental manipulations as well. Amanda didn't pay it much attention, but phrases or questions from Lavrell or Marcus that had begun with "You loving my black cock ain't ya?" or "You like this black cock in your pussy?" had evolved to dropping off the "my" and "this". And in time so had Amanda's replies. All of which played out rather nicely on the cell phone video with which Amanda was increasingly becoming comfortable.

The video typically caught her in one form or another of draining their testicles of their semen while professing her "Love to suck black cock." or "Love having black cock in my pussy." during or immediately afterward. Her unabashed willingness to admit this sentiment and her increasing comfort in revealing it to the camera phone were among the final stages of Lavrell's plans before he could declare her completely hooked.

The final week before Eddie was to return home for Christmas break, Lavrell had Amanda over and had her getting ready to ride his cock on the couch. She had already sucked him off upon arriving at his place, doing so completely clothed, before she stripped down to nothing and then resumed sucking his cock to get him hard again. As she did, Lavrell grabbed his cell and took an obligatory photo as Amanda smiled up at him with her eyes, and then he sent off a text.

Amanda continued to suck his cock and was mentally preparing herself for Marcus to arrive since Lavrell's texts at that moment were usually an indicator of that happening. Sure enough, not 10 minutes later Lavrell's door opened. Amanda continued sucking his cock and looked up and was stunned to see a black man she did not recognize standing there!

As if sensing her panic, Lavrell had laid a hand on the back of Amanda's head and was gently stroking her hair. With a soothing and reassuring, but still commanding, voice, Lavrell said, "Little bitch, this is my boy Michael. He been asking about you since he first heard about you. I figured today was a good day for him to meet you. Got that my little bitch?"

Amanda was staring up at Lavrell as he spoke, her lips wrapped around his cock, as she reflexively was bobbing her head upon his shaft. Her heart was pounding and she was desperately trying to focus her mind in a way that would allow her to form a coherent answer. As she searched for the words to get her out of this situation, she felt the drool leaking from lips on to her hand as she stroked his cock. And at that moment she realized she didn't want to be out of this situation.

Lavrell, who still had his hand resting on the back of her head as he watched her contemplate things, saw her eyes slowly drift from his own, to Michael's eyes, back to his, and then down to Michael's crotch as he began undoing his pants. And Lavrell knew that she indeed did get it so he slowly removed his hand and smiled at Amanda.

Any doubts for anyone in the room about her acceptance of the situation were removed when Amanda pulled Lavrell's cock from her mouth, used her fingers to clean up the saliva that had collected around her lips, and looked up at Michael and said, "Hi Michael." before taking Lavrell's cock back into her mouth.

Once Michael was free of clothing, he sat down on the couch and Amanda acquainted her mouth this this new black cock. Lavrell let her have a few moments where she could just focus on Michael before he knelt in between her spread legs and began to fuck her doggy style.

Amanda wasted no time in proving her oral prowess to Michael. She confirmed all that he had heard from Lavrell and Marcus by taking his cock to the root and giving him one of the best blowjobs he had ever received. Shortly after Michael's cum joined Lavrell's first load in her belly, Lavrell's second blast of sperm was splashing within her welcoming pussy. Amanda then turned around to clean his cock of their mingled juices as she fingered her clit to the final orgasm of the day at Lavrell's apartment. Then, leaving two spent black men in her wake, she cleaned herself up and headed home.

Next...Christmas/New Year's break...



Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 03



Author's notes: Thanks again to Todger65 for his editing prowess. And thanks also to those of you that offered your feedback. 

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"Little bitch...hey, little bitch?"

Amanda was too transfixed on the sensation in her mouth and the view she was staring at in the mirror, to hear Lavrell's words. In the mirror, Amanda saw her lips bobbing up and down on a black cock as they stretched around its girth. She watched as her cheeks hollowed with each backstroke as she applied that wonderful sucking sensation to his shaft. Her blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail, exposed her delicate neck which seemed to slightly bulge as she pushed his cock into her throat on the down stroke.

It was that same ponytail that Lavrell grabbed to finally capture her attention.

"Little bitch..." Lavrell said with a smile as he held her ponytail to prevent her from taking him into her throat again, "your phone is ringing."

Amanda turned her eyes from the mirror towards Lavrell as she regained her hearing while she attempted to process his words. Finally comprehending what he said, she nodded slightly and reached for her purse as she simultaneously pulled her ponytail free from his grip and took his cock back into her throat. She paused with his cock fully embedded, feeling his balls against her chin while her right hand rummaged through her purse to grab her phone.

By the time she found it, it had stopped ringing. Lavrell, not willing to let the moment pass, asked her, "Who was that?"

Amanda knew she should have just made up a name, but somehow couldn't resist answering him with the truth. She slowly slid her mouth off his cock and looked up at Lavrell for a brief moment, "My son." before taking him back into her mouth.

She knew what that response would cause, and Lavrell didn't miss a beat, "You know what that means then don't you?"

Amanda continued to bob her head up and down on his cock for a few moments debating how to respond before giving into the inevitable. She pulled him free of her mouth as she looked up at him and gave his cock a nice long lick from his balls to the head of his cock.

"You want me to call him back, don't you?"

"You know I do my little bitch. And I think you liking it too."

Amanda couldn't truly deny it. There was something sexually devious about it. Something that struck a deep seeded chord within her psyche and aroused her. The lessons Lavrell, and to a lesser extent Marcus, had provided over the last couple weeks since Eddie had returned to college, were now taking root.

Those lessons included her texting her son while she lay naked and her pussy full of cum from one of their cocks, or calling him shortly after swallowing the semen from their balls. Exactly why it aroused her she could not explain. But there was no denying it from the surge of moisture in her pussy, the increase in her heartbeat, and the flushing of her cheeks. She did like it.

Unlike the other times which were met with flagging resistance, Amanda offered none to his unspoken suggestion. She simply shook her head at Lavrell with a slight grin on her face as she found Eddie's name in her contacts and pressed the call button. Her eyes remained locked on Lavrell's as her tongue drew lazy circles on the head of his black cock while the phone rang.

After three rings Eddie answered.

"Hey mom! I just called you."

"I know sweetie," as she momentarily paused at lapping Lavrell's cock, "I couldn't get to the phone in time. I was, um, busy. Is everything ok?"

Unbeknownst to Amanda and Lavrell, Eddie was conducting his own little experiment while at school. He would call or text his mother from time to time and try to gauge how long it took her to answer, or listen to see if she was out of breath or if there were any other voices around. Ever since his Thanksgiving trip home, Eddie had an increasing suspicion growing in his mind that his mother might not be the faithful woman he always believed her to be.

The "salesman's" car driving away as he arrived home from school, and then his mother braless with aroused nipples poking through her top when he walked in the door. Then, a few days into his trip, Lavrell, who Eddie had never met before, dropping by and his mother again braless and having an occasional guilty look on her face whenever she made eye contact with her son. And then the strange phone call the day he returned to school when her voice would sometimes trail off before she finally came back to the conversation. All of these things formed clues that his mind wrestled with when he turned out the lights at night.

Was she fucking around on his father? And was she doing it with a black guy?

In all honesty, while Eddie didn't necessarily want her to cheat, he couldn't really blame her for seeking affection elsewhere since his father was so focused on things outside the home. He knew she would try from time to time to remind his father that there was more than just work, and that she and Eddie wouldn't mind some of his time also, but all of that was of no use. But a black guy?

Eddie finally responded to her, "Yea mom, everything is cool. I just wanted to call and see what was up and to see how you were doing."

Amanda had briefly closed her lips around Lavrell's cock after she spoke and while she listened to Eddie's reply. Then she pulled her head back slightly so the head of his black cock was like a microphone next to her lips as she replied, "I'm doing just fine sweetie. What have you been up to?"

Her reflexive extension of the conversation served to raise everyone's arousal. All she had to do was say something to end the call and she would have met Lavrell's desire for her to call her son while his black cock was in her mouth. Instead, Amanda asked an open-ended question as if tempting fate.

Eddie, whose mind at this point was increasingly clouded with sexual thoughts, took a chance.

"Nothing mom. How about you?" Then pausing a moment to draw the nerve said, "Seen that salesman lately?"

He froze in panic immediately after saying it. And her delayed response made him feel even more nervous. However, her slow reply was not due to anger. It was because she had to pull her mouth off Lavrell's cock to reply.

"What's that honey? The salesman?"

"Um, yea mom. I was just kidding around about that." he quickly replied with a nervous laugh. "I was just joking about that car leaving the day I came home for Thanksgiving."

For whatever reason, this stirred something in Amanda.

"Ohhhh. You mean Lavrell? The black guy that was over that day?" adding a subtle emphasis to the "black" descriptor.

Now Eddie didn't know what to do. He desperately wanted some confirmation of his suspicions, but had no idea if he had crossed the line with his comments. His mother didn't seem pissed but at the same time he was at a loss for words as to how to answer her question.

Amanda pushed things a little further.

"Why do you ask if he was over?" She let that hang in the air for a moment before adding in a quiet voice, "Eddie, do you think I am having an affair?"

"Oh shit" thought Eddie. "I am dead now. Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut?" But his hardening cock reminded him why he asked.

"What?! No mom! I was, um, just playing around."

The nervousness in his voice nearly caused Amanda to giggle. She paused for a moment and let it all sink in before replying in a somewhat sexy purr, her eyes now staring at Lavrell, "He's black Eddie. What would your father think of me fucking a black man?"

That was it. Eddie had to end this conversation. Her voice, her using language he never heard her use before, and his suspicions all merged together to give him a raging hardon.

"Oh my gosh mom," he said now out of breath, "that's not what I meant. I, um, I...there's someone at the door. I need to go." And just like that he hung up. He didn't make it to the shower this time. Instead, he just lay back, pulled his cock out and jerked off, spraying his semen all over the bottom of his t-shirt.

A moment before her son's cock erupted, Amanda, her own arousal peaked, had looked up at Lavrell as the call ended and said, "My son thinks I'm fucking you." before taking his cock to the root.

Lavrell replied, "Your son is right." as he leaned his head back as his cum began painting the back of Amanda's tongue on its way to her belly.

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The next couple days were a blur for Amanda. She was wrapping up classes as she prepared for Christmas break and for Eddie to come home, while also spending nearly every afternoon fucking Lavrell and Marcus. Amanda learned the insane pleasures of being sandwiched between the two black men with both her pussy and ass stuffed full of black cock, before one or the other or both would pull out and feed their semen down her throat.

On her first day off from school Amanda expected Eddie to be coming home that afternoon. She had called him the night before and he was a bit sheepish on the phone. Now it was her turn to wonder if she had pushed things too far with her implied sexual commentary.

She decided that morning to Skype him so she try and read his emotions from the look on his face.

Before doing so, Amanda got herself ready for the day, which would include a visit from Lavrell. She dressed in clothes which were easy to remove since she intended to be naked once the call was over. She had put her pajama bottoms back on and a zip up hoodie. With her mind clouded from thinking about what she was going to say to Eddie and the competing thoughts of Lavrell arriving later, Amanda forgot to text her son as she normally did to let him know she was about to Skype.

Eddie answered rather quickly and Amanda was a bit shocked to see that he seemed to be still in bed at 9AM with his laptop on his lap. "Hey sweetie! Did I wake you?"

"No mom," Eddie replied with a guilty expression, "I was just, um, checking email." Eddie's cheeks reddened with embarrassment as he spoke because it wasn't his email on the screen next to his mother's Skype video image, but the paused video of a blonde woman with a black cock in her mouth. After a moments delay while he briefly panicked whether she could see what was on his screen, he asked, "How are you? Everything ok?"

Amanda knew that look. She had seen it numerous times over the years since Eddie reached puberty. Whenever she caught him looking at a pretty girl or when a movie showed a bit too much flesh or sex, that same look appeared on his face. She thought for a moment if that was similar to the look on her own face when Eddie saw her around Lavrell.

And her cheeks now flushed.

Still, she couldn't resist extending the call a moment. Ignoring his question, Amanda asked, "Did I catch you at a bad time? You, um, look busy. Should we go?"

"No mom, I'm fine. I just wasn't ready that's all." Eddie was trying to get his breathing and heart rate under control. "I was thinking about leaving here a little after lunch. That should put me there around dinner. That ok?"

The thought of him being home simultaneously gave her some comfort in knowing when her only child would arrive, but also found her doing some quick calculations to see how much time she would have with Lavrell before Eddie got there. Shaking the thoughts from her head, Amanda replied, "Yes honey that will be great. I am looking forward to having you here for the long break."

That seemed to focus both of them back on the call and they began to briefly discuss small talk. However, about five minutes later Amanda's phone buzzed.

It was Lavrell delivering a simple text, "Here. Door unlocked?"

"Here?! He was here? Already?!" Amanda thought as she silently panicked a moment as she thought about what to do. She lost track of Skype.

"Mom? You ok mom?"

His voice brought her attention back. "Yes honey. I'm sorry. I just got an unexpected text that's all." She hoped her words sounded casual and not rushed but she now desperately wanted to end the call.

It was too late. She was about to say something about needing to go when the front door opened. Thankfully it was not behind her so the camera could not display who was coming in. But the microphone suffered no such inhibitions. "Little bitch." said Lavrell. "Where you at?"

Eddie's squeaky "Mom?" made it clear he had heard Lavrell. Amanda glanced at the screen again and saw his flushed cheeks and wide eyes looking back. She had to reassure him while also quickly ending the call. Amanda thought for a moment before smiling at the screen.

"I'm sorry honey. I have to go. Someone's at the door." Then pausing naughtily, she added, "The salesman is here." With that, Amanda's gaze shifted from the camera to Lavrell as he strode towards her with confidence. Amanda continued to look at Lavrell as she absentmindedly said to Eddie, "Text when you leave ok?"

The last image Eddie had on the screen before the call ended was of his mother looking up at someone who was obviously now very close, and a black hand appearing on the screen to rest on the back of her chair. The hand was strikingly similar in color to that of the black cock being sucked by the blonde woman in the video paused on the screen. And the blonde woman's hair was strikingly similar to that of his mother.

Three minutes after the call ended, Eddie was stroking the last of the cum from his balls as his mind finished making the connections.

Amanda was already on her knees by that point, pulling Lavrell's shaft from his loose fitting jeans. She whispered "Good morning" to his cock as she kissed the head and then took him into her mouth.

"Was that your boy?" asked Lavrell.

"Mmmhmm."

"I want to hear you say it."

Amanda slowly withdrew the cock from her mouth and said, "That was my son." as she licked the head of his hardening cock. "He is coming home this afternoon." She took him into her mouth again before pulling back again. "I think he heard you come in." Back into and back out of her mouth again. "Now, please cum in my mouth." And with that, Amanda Cooper, a few minutes removed from calling her son, went to town on the black cock she adored.

Lavrell knew it now. The 'little bitch' was officially hooked.

Amanda held Lavrell's cock in her throat as each pulse of semen jetted into her belly. Her lungs were screaming for oxygen, but they lost out to the delicious sensation of pulsing black cock in her throat and the pleasured moans from Lavrell's mouth.

Once she was sure she had all of him, Amanda pulled back and took a deep breath of air. She could feel her heart pounding and briefly berated herself for almost suffocating on his cock. But a moment later his shaft was back in her mouth as she continued to nuzzle and lick him.

An hour later, Amanda was bouncing up and down on Lavrell's cock on her marital bed. They didn't even bother to get under the covers. He simply laid back and she climbed on top. They fucked like that for an extended period and Amanda silently was grateful for the leg strength her morning swims had provided. She came three times on his cock before he finally pumped his seed into her pussy. The spot left behind on the bedspread left a clear marker of what had just occurred.

Shortly after Lavrell finished the lunch Amanda had made him, he was fucking Amanda's ass doggy style in the living room when her phone buzzed with Eddie's text that he was leaving the school grounds and heading home. Lavrell, knowing her son would be contacting her soon, made sure Amanda had the phone in easy reach. He enjoyed feeling her explode into orgasm as he saw her reading the words on her screen. He continued to fuck her ass through her orgasm before telling her, "Swallow me." He marveled at how quickly she spun to obey his command and capture his seed in her mouth.

About an hour before Eddie arrived home, Lavrell was fully dressed and heading out the door. He paused a moment and looked back at Amanda, who was still naked, and said, "See you tomorrow." And then he left.

Amanda was still coming down from the multiple orgasms she had experienced that day and was nodding her head even after Lavrell had left. It was only when she heard his SUV start did she realize that tomorrow meant Eddie would be home. How was she going to pull that off?!

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Both Amanda and Eddie were a bit nervous as to how his arrival home would go. Each debated whether they had crossed any imaginary lines in their recent calls and Skype sessions. Would that present itself an issue when they talked? Would it rear its head at awkward times? Or would it indicate a phase of their relationship?

Ironically, it was her husband John who helped put the reunion at ease. He arrived home roughly 15 minutes before Eddie and happened to be the first one to greet him as he walked in the house. The three of them then sat down to a family meal, very atypical for them as it was usually just Amanda and Eddie, and the conversation focused on Eddie's school. Throughout their discussion, Amanda couldn't help but feel Eddie's eyes glance her way from time to time.

The following morning, Amanda got up and went to the YMCA for her normal swim, then went straight to Lavrell's place for a wonderful fuck before heading home. While driving home she naively thought she might be able to manage her two worlds without them coming into contact.

That theory only lasted until Monday.

Amanda went for her morning swim and came home to find Eddie's car gone and a note from him saying that he had headed over to a friend's house. Amanda had gone the weekend without Lavrell's cock, so she immediately sent a text asking what he was doing. She almost felt silly texting that since any normal conversation like "What are you doing?" might just as well have been read as "Can we fuck?" Still, Amanda opted for the casual question.

Lavrell responded fairly quickly that he was on his way to pick up Marcus. He then added, "Got something in mind?"

She obviously did or she wouldn't have contacted him in the first place but he wanted to continue to push her towards accepting her new self. As far as she'd come in these past couple months, she still didn't have the nerve to just come out and bluntly say what was on her mind. Instead, she responded, "My son isn't home." Translation: "Come over so we can fuck."

Lavrell didn't respond. He wanted to either have her text him back with what she actually wanted or he wanted to just show up with Marcus and have her release the pent up tension with the passion of her sexual activity.

Amanda sat there for five minutes wrestling back and forth with whether to text him, call him, or just wait. Just as she was about to send him another text asking if he received her last one, she heard two doors close in her driveway. In an instant she was at the window to confirm it was them. And a moment later her clothes were hitting the floor.

She greeted them naked, kneeling in the middle of the floor in her living room. "I wasn't sure if you were going to come or not."

"Little bitch," Lavrell replied with a bit of a chuckle, "we definitely gonna cum." as Marcus nodded his head in agreement.

There was nothing ceremonious about things. The two black men walked up to the married white wife and stood before her with hands on their hips. The unspoken command was for her to pull their cocks out herself. She did.

Amanda had to pause briefly as she undid Lavrell's pants to avoid looking a little frantic. She felt nearly the same sense of urgency in opening his jeans as she did like a child on Christmas ripping wrapping paper off gifts. She giggled briefly as her mind made that comparison.

Once their cocks were out, Amanda felt a sense of intoxication flush over her at the sight and scent. It was a sensation she loved. She could feel the rush of adrenalin, the heaviness of her eyelids, her nose opening to draw in more of their scent, and saliva pooling in her mouth. All of these merged together in her mind and caused her to wonder silently to herself, "How did I go so long without this in my life?"




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 03



She took Lavrell's cock into her mouth first. Nearly immediately after sucking in the head, she felt drool tip over her bottom lip and begin its slow journey towards her chin. By the time she had worked both Lavrell's and Marcus' cocks to full hardness, a string of saliva hung from her chin and her breasts were wet with more.

Amanda had come to absolutely adore sucking cock. To be specific, sucking black cock. Being in a subordinate position kneeling before the men while at the same time being in control of events was a wonderful dichotomy and the dual roles stimulated her. Ordinarily, she would have her eyes locked on the eyes of the man whose cock she was sucking. But today, with one black cock in her mouth and a second in her hand, her eyes made the rounds between looking at both men and then looking at the cock she was not sucking.

At one point, looking up at Marcus, she found herself staring into his cell phone camera. She had a sense pictures were being taken but this view obviously confirmed it. Long since resigned to the fact she couldn't control it, and increasingly accepting of the fact that she enjoyed it, Amanda winked at the camera as she worked the cock into her throat.

Lavrell took the opportunity to move in behind her. In a seeming choreographed act, Marcus stepped back to take a seat on the couch with Amanda's lips still wrapped around his cock while Lavrell grabbed her hips and positioned his cock at her pussy lips. He teased her briefly by gently sliding the head of his cock along her soaking wet seam. He could feel her pussy beckoning him inside as her hips invitingly gyrated for him to complete the act.

Her orgasm began the moment his cockhead slipped inside her pussy lips. Amanda desperately pushed back in an effort to take more of him inside, but Lavrell maintained his distance. As if to compensate for the lack of cock in her pussy, Amanda pushed forward and took Marcus into her throat. Then, just as her orgasm began to wind down, Lavrell gave a long steady push as he slipped his full length inside her.

Amanda's orgasm began anew. Her muffled moans of pleasure could be heard from around Marcus' cock. The fingers of her left hand and wedding ring were coated in her saliva as those of her right gripped his muscular thigh.

The three of them fucked like this for a while before the men could no longer hold out. Lavrell went first. As his semen began to fill her pussy, Marcus' balls began to pump their contents into Amanda's mouth. The sensation of both men getting off at the same time pushed Amanda over the edge and she came with them.

Amanda swallowed Marcus completely then turned around to clean Lavrell's cock of their combined juices, before rolling on to her back on the living room floor to catch her breath. The two men reclined themselves as they too caught their breath.

"Little bitch," Lavrell said as he interrupted the sound of the heavy breathing, "you fine, you know that?"

Marcus echoed his sentiments, "Damn straight! You gonna wear me out!"

Amanda giggled in response. Their complimentary words stirred memories of what had just happened. Coupled with the sensations her body was still feeling, Amanda's nipples flared to life once again. She stared at the ceiling and responded in the sexual purr which had nearly become her typical speaking voice with them, "It is the two of you that are going to wear me out." Then, in an admission that was strikingly open for her she said, "I can't believe how much I like to fuck. I am never like this with my husband."

Both Lavrell and Marcus paused a moment a glanced at each other before responding, not wanting to spoil her thoughts with a bad response. Lavrell took the lead, "Little bitch, that's probably because your husband ain't got a black cock. And I think you got a love for some chocolate. Ain't I right?"

Amanda smiled at his words. He was right and she knew it. She didn't have to say anything to confirm it. She had been following their lead down this pleasure path and enjoyed the entire ride. Still, she couldn't resist, "You are right. I do have a love for chocolate. Especially chocolate that comes with that delicious vanilla pudding."

All three of them laughed at her comments.

Amanda remained naked as she fixed her black lovers some food. All the while, the two men pinched her ass, tweaked her nipples, and felt her up as she did so. After eating, the two men were ready for another round with their slut, but they didn't want to run the risk of ruining things with Eddie walking in, in the middle of it. At the same time, they could see the heat in her beginning to stir. At one point, while Marcus was sucking Amanda's tits, Lavrell mentioned to her, "I guess your son going to be home soon. We probably need to roll before he gets here."

Amanda took the bait, "Let me text him to see where he is."

Lavrell smiled at her as he tweaked the nipple Marcus was not sucking and said, "You sure little bitch? Wouldn't you rather be safe and just have us leave?"

Amanda shook her head no as she struggled to get the phone in her hand, but she was unwilling to remover her other hand from caressing the back of Marcus' head. Lavrell watched her struggle a moment before taking the phone from her and, leaning down into Amanda's ear, saying softly, "Call him, little bitch. You know I like that."

Amanda shifted her gaze to Lavrell as he said this, and then just closed her eyes and nodded her head. Lavrell found Eddie in her contacts, pressed the call button, and held the phone to Amanda's ear.

"Hey mom, what's up?"

"Hi sweetie, I am just trying to see when you'll be home. I, um, don't want to lock you out."

Eddie thought it a strange question since he had his own keys, but replied anyway, "I'll probably leave here in an hour so."

"An hour?" Amanda said into the phone. However it was more of a question for Lavrell and Marcus than it was towards Eddie. She wanted to know if they felt they could go again.

Eddie, unaware of what was going on in his home, answered, "Yea mom. That ok?"

Amanda saw the smile in Lavrell's face and knew what that meant. "Sure honey. I was just asking. I should be here when you get home."

And with that, Amanda slipped from the chair to kneeling on the floor as Lavrell unceremoniously hung up the phone. Looking up at her two black lovers with a smile, Amanda said, "An hour. A girl like me can get a lot done in an hour." Immediately she fished out each cock from the underwear hiding them and then added, "But let's not waste any time." as she took turns sucking each of them back to life.

Once good and hard, Lavrell sat back on the seat and held his cock straight up, without a word telling Amanda what she should do. Amanda gave him that lovely smile of hers as she obeyed his unspoken command. She straddled his hips and positioned her wet pussy lips above his bulging cockhead. Then she slowly let her body weight take over as she felt him slip inside her.

The walls of Amanda's home were soon reverberating with the sound of Amanda's expanding language skills. A long, drawn out, "Fuuuuckkkk yesssssssssss" groaned from her lips as her pussy made its slow descent on Lavrell's cock. Once fully seated, the married teacher paused and slowly began to grind herself on his cock. She could feel every inch of him stretching her. She could feel his pubic hair brushing against her shaved mound and her engorged clit. And she could feel yet another orgasm brewing.

Amanda raised herself up slightly before pushing back down. Unwilling to remove too much of the black shaft from her cheating white pussy, she made subtle movements to increase the sensations she was enjoying. Lavrell and Marcus exchanged a smile as they listened to Amanda, unaware of her own sounds, enter into a slow chant of "Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck..." timed for each contact her pussy made with Lavrell's crotch. The pitch of her words was increasing each time indicating the proximity of her orgasm.

Now it was Marcus' turn. He stepped behind Amanda and placed the head of his cock at her anal ring. Each time she slapped down on Lavrell's cock, it added just a bit more pressure to his cock. He continued to lean forward himself and finally, in one slow descent Amanda's ass welcomed his cock in. "Fuckkkk yessss...I'mmmm cumminggggg!" she cried out.

Amanda's pussy spasmed around Lavrell's cock as her sphincter opened to draw in Marcus'. Her head sunk into Lavrell's shoulder as all focus of her being was on the sensation in her pussy and ass. The two black studs began a rhythmic fucking of the highly aroused wife. She never seemed to fully come down from an orgasm; it only ebbed slightly before ramping back up again.

They fell into a steady rhythm until Marcus was ready to cum. He didn't have to tell Amanda what to do. He just simply said, "Little bitch, I getting ready to nut." and she knew what to do. She slipped herself out from between both black cocks and fell to her knees before Marcus. The two black men nodded in agreement as Amanda gleefully took the black cock that had just been buried in her ass into her mouth. With one hand massaging his full testicles and the other wrapping around his ass to pull him in deeper, Amanda used her lips and tongue to draw the semen into her mouth. She felt the head of Marcus' cock expand just as the first jet of cum erupted onto the tongue. She quickly swallowed to make room for more. She marveled at the volume of cum these two men consistently produced and hungered for every single drop of it. Once Marcus' cock was done feeding her, Amanda turned towards Lavrell, absentmindedly muttering aloud to herself, "I love to swallow cum..." as she took in Lavrell's cock. A short bit later and Lavrell's testicles were also pumping their contents into Amanda's sucking mouth.

The three of them lay in their post sex glow for a few minutes before Amanda looked at the clock in a panic. It had been just about an hour since she had talked to her son, meaning he could be home at any moment. She also quickly grabbed her phone to check for texts or messages from him. She knew she would not have missed his call because the phone was right next to her. And even if she didn't hear it, Lavrell would certainly have made her aware.

The fact that he hadn't texted or called did little to ease her fears. Now she didn't know where he was, or exactly when he'd be home. Both Lavrell and Marcus were reveling in the look of nervousness on Amanda's face. What made it so enjoyable for them was the wide of eyes of nervousness coupled with her tongue routinely licking at her lips as she unconsciously sought to gather any droplets of cum she may have missed.

When she saw the two men dress, her tension eased a bit since it seemed like they were getting ready to leave. But once they sat back down she was torn. She didn't want to tell them to leave, and briefly wondered if she could even utter the words, but at the same time, she couldn't be caught by Eddie with them in the house. It was only then that she realized she was still naked! Her clothes were not in sight since Lavrell had cast them aside at some point during their foray, so she slipped into her bedroom to grab a new outfit to throw on, figuring she'd search for the others once they had left.

Lavrell followed behind her in silence.

Amanda grabbed a bra, t-shirt and some sweats and was surprised to see Lavrell standing there when she turned around.

"What you doing my little bitch?"

Amanda looked at him a bit confused then said, "Uh, I'm just getting some clothes on before Eddie gets here."

Lavrell calmly nodded as he strode towards her. He took the bra from her hand and tossed it across the room. "First, no bras, ever, when I around. Got that my little bitch?" Amanda nodded slightly aroused at this very dominant and commanding tone he used with her. Lavrell nodded again before leaning down towards her ear, "You take those clothes out there with you, but they don't go on until we hear your boy pull up. Understand?" Amanda again obediently nodded and then followed Lavrell out of her bedroom, clothes in hand.

Once there, Lavrell sat down on the couch and, pointing at the clothes in Amanda's hand, calmly motioned for her to bring them over to him. She did. Then Lavrell looked up at her as she stood there naked before him and said, "Little bitch, tell Marcus when you going to put those clothes on."

Amanda's nipples flared to attention with this display as she looked at Marcus. She could barely get the words out, "I, um...will put my clothes on when we hear, um... my son pull up."

Amanda was out of breath at the simple thought of what she was doing. All she could think of was two things; stuffing one of those black cocks back into her pussy and taking the other into either her ass or mouth. And second, what would her son think of all this. Both of those thought raged through her mind as she sat down and mindlessly tweaked her nipples.

A few minutes later she heard a car pull in the driveway. She leapt to her feet and peered out the window to confirm it was Eddie. It was. She turned toward Lavrell with a pleading look in her eyes and he handed her, her clothes. She quickly dashed naked away from the door so she wouldn't get caught by her son as she threw on her clothes. She was halfway dressed when she realized she still would have to explain both Lavrell and Marcus being there.

She didn't have time to dwell on it however because a moment after she pulled her t-shirt down, the front door opened and she heard the familiar call, "Mom? I'm home."

Eddie stepped around the corner and the first faces he saw were those of the two black men. One of which he had seen before. The other he had never met. Eddie had no way of knowing it was the man who had sent his mother pictures of herself getting the two black men off during his last visit home. Eddie stopped dead in his tracks and could only mutter out a confused, "Uh, hi. My mom's here right?"

Both black men gave a deep laugh and Lavrell replied, "Yea, your momma is here."

Just then Amanda appeared, braless, nipples at attention, and a slight scent of cum probably still on her breath to greet her son, "Hi honey!" as she gave him a peck on the cheek. Eddie's eyes, which had immediately picked up on her braless tits, were wide with confusion, nervousness, and arousal and his cheeks were flushed with that telltale sign she had come to decipher. She couldn't help but smile to herself at his reaction as she motioned towards her two black lovers and said to Eddie, "You remember Lavrell right honey? He was here the last time you came home." She paused a moment before adding, "I think the last time we Skyped he came over also." She paused again to gauge her son's reaction to those words, and then added "He brought our mutual friend Marcus today. I don't think you've met him yet though."

Eddie could only mumble out an incoherent response which seemed like a greeting to the two men before nervously looking back at his mother. Amanda gently patted her son on the cheek and said, "it's ok honey. These men are friends of mine. You remember the salesman we talked about don't you?"

"Uh yea mom, sorry. I, um, just wasn't expecting anyone here."

Amanda completely dismissed his alarm and continued, "Well, these are the 'salesmen' we have discussed." Amanda used air quotes at the word 'salesmen' as she spoke. "They aren't actually salesmen though. They are friends of mine. I didn't know how you'd react to me having male friends so I made up the salesmen stuff." She paused and then added, "You won't mind if they are here from time to time will you?"

Eddie, now feeling very awkward, replied, "No mom, of course not...Uhh, I'm going to get the rest of my stuff."

"Thank you for understanding sweetie. I really didn't feel like sneaking off to one of their places, you know? And I don't think I need to add that your father doesn't need to know about this does he?"

The last lines were amusing to Lavrell and Marcus, but also solidified things in Eddie's mind. As he walked back out to the car to get his stuff, Eddie's cock was hardening at the thought his mother was fucking at least one of these two men. Based on Lavrell being around so much he had to be the one. But the way she introduced Marcus made it seem she might be fucking them both. He stood at his car and leaned against it out of sight to keep his balance as his imagination played games with him. Did his mother go black? All of those videos he would watch at night in his room, was his mother behaving like that? Does she suck black cock? Does she fuck them bareback? He couldn't resist the idea that she was doing those things. And he also couldn't escape the thought that he liked it.

When Eddie stepped back inside, his mother, Lavrell, and Marcus were sitting in the living room each having a beer. Eddie was a bit shocked at this since he rarely saw his mother drink, and if she was drinking anything it was usually wine in the evening. However he was further shocked when Lavrell said, "Want a beer kid?" Eddie, who like most college students, even though still only 18, had a few drinks from time to time, and he looked at his mother for her reaction to Lavrell's question. Amanda simply smiled and took another drink from her bottle.

Eddie was now stuck. On one hand, he wanted to have a drink to get a better idea of what was going on with the three of them, and to help with the rampant sexual thoughts raging through his mind at the moment. On the other hand, he wanted to make his way to his room to hide his erection from the three of them and also relieve that same erection once in the safe confines of his bedroom. It was his mother's smile that made him stay put.

"Sure, I'll have a beer." he tried to state with confidence.

Amanda told him to grab one from the fridge and to grab another for the two men since "We still have some time before your father gets home." Eddie was a little surprised at that blunt statement but figured it was just a little alcohol talking.

The playful gestures and suggestive talk Eddie witnessed over the next hour or so removed nearly all doubt that his mother was fucking these black guys. They joked about how quickly she was able to get from her classroom to Lavrell's place and how they passed her husband John driving away one day while they were on the way over. Amanda tried to suppress a giggle with that line but was only partially successful. Her face reddened and she leaned over to Eddie saying, "Don't listen to them sweetie. They are just being silly." The men just chuckled in reply.

That night lying in bed while stroking his cock, Eddie decided he had to know for sure. He concocted a plan to leave the house in his car shortly after his mother left for her morning swim, and then park his car nearby and walk back to give the impression he was out of the house. He would also send her a text to let her know he was out. All of this was in the hopes that she would invite the men over and he could either confirm or deny his suspicions.

Like clockwork the following morning, Amanda left for her swim and Eddie followed her out soon after. He was back in the house 20 minutes later having parked his car on a street about a mile away. When Amanda arrived about 90 minutes later, she was freshly showered and full of smiles. Eddie watched her walk up to the front steps before he darted to his bedroom closet to hide out to try and put his plan in motion.

He silenced his phone and then sent his mother a text letting her know he would be out for the day. A minute after he received her reply of "Ok. Have fun!" he heard her speaking in a sultry voice on the phone, "Guess who has the house free? Care to join me?" Eddie's cock immediately began to harden; she must be calling Lavrell!

The half hour he sat in that closet waiting to see if his suspicions were correct was excruciating. If wrong, he would be trapped in there for an unknown amount of time before being able to sneak back out and get his car. But if he were right...he had to shake those thoughts, it was too dangerous for his secrecy to dwell on those thoughts.




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 03



Finally, on the brink of concluding he made a terrible mistake, he heard what sounded like an SUV pull into his driveway and two car doors close. Then he heard the same greeting he heard on Skype the night before he came home from school, "Little bitch...where you at?"

That was followed by his mother's soft and sexy voice, "I'll be there in a moment."

Immediately his emotions shifted to wanting to be out of that closet to see what was going on. His mind raced with the possibilities of what was going on at nearly the same speed the blood rushed to his rapidly hardening penis.

As he heard his mother enter the living room to greet her black studs, Eddie slipped quietly out of the closet and moved closer to the top of the stairs. He wasn't sure he would actually get close enough to see anything, but he knew he could get close enough to hear them.

Amanda entered the room, "Sorry to keep you waiting. I needed to touch myself up." Eddie was a bit confused at first until she followed that with, "I felt a little stubble when I put my bathing suit on this morning. I needed to touch up my shave. You like?"

Eddie's mind raced, "Was she talking about her pussy? Does she shave her fucking pussy for these guys?!"

The groans of approval all but confirmed things and when he heard Marcus say, "Let me get a shot of that clean pussy, little bitch." it sealed the deal. His mouth was dry and his heart pounding as his brain played out the scene unfolding downstairs.

Amanda giggled as she replied to Marcus, "You and your pictures. I'll take that as a yes then."

"Fuck yea we like it little bitch. Now show us what you like."

"Mmmmm...my pleasure." Downstairs, out of Eddie's sight, his mother sunk to her knees before her men and proceeded to free their black cocks from their droopy jeans. Once she freed her prizes, Amanda let out another moan and spoke the words Eddie had long fantasized hearing, "Mmmmm...I love to suck this black cock...mmmm."

Nearly passing out from this revelation, Eddie almost missed the initial kissing and licking sounds as his mother wet their black shafts with her lips and tongue, before taking the first into her mouth. The deep moan from the recipient of Amanda's skilled mouth refocused his attention just in time to hear her pop that cock free as she transferred to the other, pausing only to say "And I love to suck this one too." before wrapping her lips around it.

"Yea, little bitch. You a natural black cocksucker, you know that? Ain't gonna limit yourself to just us are you? I think you liking it too much."

Amanda didn't reply in part because her mouth was full of cock, but she also was afraid to actually speak for what she might say. Lavrell continued, "What the fuck am I saying? I forgot about you sucking off Jamile and Michael too. Ain't that right little bitch?"

Amanda's cheeks flushed initially with embarrassment and then excitement at his words. Yes, she had sucked off Jamile and Michael, making it four cocks, four black cocks that she had orally pleased. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as her mind replayed events of those days.

Lavrell picked up on it and made it another moment of instruction for this cheating, married teacher. He grabbed her hair and gently brought her oral worship to a slow stop and then said, "Answer me little bitch."

Amanda slowly pulled her mouth from his cock and looked up at him, and after licking the drool cresting her bottom lip, said, "Yes...I...sucked off Jamile and Michael also..."

Lavrell smiled at her and slowly nodded his head, holding her hair to keep her mouth just clear of his cock as her tongue reached out for a taste. "I think you leaving something out little bitch."

Amanda's brain was too consumed with the desire to get one of them back in her mouth to truly understand where he was going with this line of thought, so she just answered the truth, "I loved it like I love sucking the two of you off." Her free hand dropped to her clit as she spoke and sucked in her breath in pleasure as her finger gave her wet seam a nice slow stroke.

Now it was Marcus' turn to speak, "That's it little bitch. No reason to be shy with those feelings. They true right?" Then, pausing for effect as he watched her hypnotically nod her head, he said, "Go ahead and tell the camera what you just told us."

Amanda directed her hooded eyes and panting mouth towards Marcus' cell phone camera and admitted her feelings, "I loved sucking them off...I love sucking you off...I...oh fuck...I...love sucking black cock...fuuucckkk...I am going to cum!!"

Eddie couldn't hold out any longer. As his mother fingered herself to orgasm as she confessed her slutty behavior to the camera, Eddie joined her in mutual orgasm as he pumped his own string of cum from his cock. Her sweet moans of pleasure were music to his ears as he stroked himself to completion. Unwilling to move from his vantage point, he felt the wetness of his cum soaking through his shirt as he continued to massage his balls while listening to his mother resume her oral attention to the black cocks before her.

The rest of the morning was surreal for Eddie. He listened as his mother worked the black cocks into her throat. He heard as the men praised her skills, "Little bitch, I love feeling my balls touching that chin." He heard her giggle as one of them joked about the drool running from her mouth as she blew them. Then he blasted another load himself as he heard her swallowing the cum from each of their cocks.

A bit later, he listened as she brought them back to life with her mouth and then rode each of them to her own multiple orgasms on the couch. "Ride that black cock little bitch, ride that fucker! Bet your white ass husband never get this treatment does he?! Ha ha!"

"I...never...ride...him...fuck yes...I...only...ride...it...black...mmmmmmm!!"

He could hear as they swatted her ass as she bounced on each of them.

He thought it was Lavrell saying, "I gonna fill this pussy up little bitch...fuck yea..here it cums!!" as he deposited his cum into her unfaithful, but welcoming, womb.

Then it was Marcus' turn. "Little bitch...you know what time it is now don't you?"

"Mmmhmm..." Amanda cooed..."You are going to fuck my ass now aren't you?"

"Damn right little bitch...and you want it too I can tell."

Amanda knelt on the floor and leaned on to the couch, bracing herself on Lavrell's knees and thighs as she cleaned his cock with her mouth. Looking back over her shoulder at Marcus, she said, "Take my ass baby...fuck it good."

Eddie's cock never had time to soften as he listened to the spectacle downstairs. He desperately wished he could witness things but knew that was too risky. He would have to let his mind fill in the blanks based on what he was hearing and get his enjoyment that way.

He was amazed at the thought of his mother taking any cock, let alone a black cock, in her ass. But he heard her husky moan of pleasure as Marcus slipped inside. Then the telltale swatting sounds that sounded just like those in the porn flicks when a black man slapped the ass of the slut whose ass he was fucking. The same videos that had come to dominate his free time since the suspicions of his mother first arose.

Eddie wasn't sure he would cum again until he heard Marcus getting ready to cum. "Yea little bitch...this ass made for black cock...you never fail to get me off...you ready for it little bitch?"

"Yess..." Amanda moaned, "I want it."

"Tell me where you want it little bitch."

Eddie came for his third and, most explosive time, when he heard his mother say "In...my...mouth..." before spinning around to capture the head of Marcus' cock when it began to pump its seed.

He was nearly exhausted from the mental and physical overload which he was enjoying and decided to take a break for a moment to at least change his now soaked and sticky t-shirt. He grabbed a clean shirt and new pair of underwear and laid down on his bed for a few minutes to gather his thoughts before changing.

And in doing so, he fell asleep. That short nap became a dramatic turning point in his life.



Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 04



Hi everyone,

Sorry for the long delay between chapters. Life...

Thank you to all that have provided your feedback; I really appreciate it. I also would like to once again thank Todger for editing my work. 

For anyone that has not been reading this series, I suggest you read parts 1-3 first or this might not make much sense. Also, if you are not a fan of IR, cheating wives, or naughty moms, you should probably stop reading now.

Thank for reading and I hope you enjoy this part!!

DP

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The vibrating phone in Eddie's hand startled him awake as Amanda followed Lavrell's command to call her son as she sat naked in her living room. It startled him so much that he momentarily broke the silence he had successfully maintained to this point. In a brief panic, Eddie attempted to muffle his phone by pressing it into the mattress. However, this only served to transmit the vibrations through the mattress through the legs of the bed and into the ceiling. The combination of the subtle creaking of the Eddie's bed and the dull hum in the ceiling told Amanda as much as his voice would have in that Eddie was home and upstairs in his room. Though Eddie thought his immediate freeze and phone cover was successful in masking his presence, what he could not know was how familiar his mother was with the sounds he had made as he shifted around in the room above.

Amanda was struck with a dual sensation once she realized Eddie was home. Her first reaction was fear and panic. Had her antics of the recent past gone too far? Was Lavrell's appearance on the Skype too much? Was her behavior around the men too much of a giveaway? She couldn't deny that she intended to subtly tease Eddie, but him spying on her might lead to things she didn't envision. If Eddie was aware of her behavior, and how could he not be if was home, then it was a real possibility that he might tell John and that would mean the end of her marriage. To go along with that, how would her son look at her knowing she cheated on his father or that she was fucking these black men.

Yet, along with that fear and panic, Amanda felt something else. Arousal. A deep arousal because her son was spying on her. That he knew what she was doing. That he knew about it and wanted to know more. Did this mean that he found this arousing also? Was he looking for something he wanted to find or just looking? Those thoughts were almost too much for Amanda to process. And they excited the hell out of her.

Amanda let the phone ring until Eddie's voicemail picked up. She glanced over her shoulder at Lavrell with a pouty expression to let him know there was no answer, then purred into the phone, "Hey sweetie, it's Mom. Just calling to see what's going on and to let you know you might see a strange car in the driveway when you get home. My friends are here. Bye." She intentionally stretched out the word "friends" to add meaning to it.

It worked.

As Eddie listened to that message, transfixed by the seduction in her voice, he felt his cock begin to stir again. This was more than he anticipated. He lay back on the bed and again began to stroke himself imagining what his mother was doing downstairs. The slight creak of the bed affirmed Amanda's belief that her son was home and that her message had been received.

At the same time Eddie was laying back, Amanda was rolling on to her back before her black lovers to gently massage her swollen clit. She wanted them hard again. She needed them hard again. She wanted their black cocks to penetrate her while the visions of her son, aroused upstairs as he spied on her, raced through her mind.

Again her actions worked...like her son upstairs, their cocks stirred to life.

Amanda continued to rub her clit as she both watched their cocks begin to harden while she imagined what her son was doing in his room. She brought herself to the brink of orgasm, and then moaned loudly as she spasmed when she became aware of Marcus filming her wanton display.

Her moan only grew louder as Lavrell, who had slipped between her legs when she arched back in orgasm, slipped his black cock between her beckoning pussy lips. Eddie listened on as he heard his mother's voice, "Oohhhh...OOOH FUUUUCKKK YESssss!" as the focus of her orgasm shifted from her clit massage to the penetration of that lovely black cock.

Lavrell began to fuck her into the living room floor, as if attempting to make her a permanent fixture on the carpet. Marcus sat to the side, one hand rubbing his own cock while the other caught the coupling on his cell phone.

Eddie couldn't take it any longer. He had to get closer. He desperately wanted to see but knew he could not go into the room unnoticed. But the raging fuck scene his mother was engaged in just 10 feet below him forced him to devise a plan. The means to that plan was being gripped tightly in the hand that was not stroking his cock. His cell phone!

Moving as quietly as he could, like a cat burglar searching for an escape, Eddie slipped from his bed to his bedroom door. The volume of the coupling downstairs grew louder as he slowly pulled the door open. He sunk to his hands and knees and made his way towards the top of the stairs, desperate to not make a sound to what he still thought was his invisible cloak.

Finally he was there. His entire being was willing him to peek his head around the top of the landing to drink in the sight with his eyes. To let his vision synch up with the audio his ears were absorbing to complete the picture his mind was frantically trying to do. But that was too much of a risk. Instead, he switched on his own camera app, identical to the one which Marcus was using to capture his own video, and extended his reach just long enough for the camera's eye to view around the edge of the landing.

Eddie filmed for 15 seconds before slowly withdrawing the camera to view the video. Muting the sound, with trembling fingers he pressed the play button.

Nothing. He captured the wrong end of the room. He had to take the chance a second time.

Once again, with a shaking hand, Eddie deployed his surveillance device. It was all he could do to not drop his phone as his mother again erupted in orgasm as she welcomed the pounding from Lavrell.

Another 15 seconds were captured. And this time Eddie struck gold.

On his screen was his mother. Her nipples rock hard, legs splayed wide, pussy shaved bare, and a large black cock slipping in and out of it with vengeance.

For a moment, Eddie briefly debated slipping back to his room to watch this video again as he relieved his balls of their contents. But he couldn't be certain he would have this opportunity again. He needed more video.

Eddie reached his phone forward again. He was grateful he had slept with it charging the night before. He pressed record and let the device do its work. He held the phone out for 2 minutes. An excruciatingly long 2 minutes. He was desperate to watch what he was recording, but at the same time knew that a longer video was truly what he sought.

He could feel his own penis pressing through his shorts to the carpeted floor he lay on as he filmed the action. His penis was a raging hardon and it was competing with his mind for control of his body. Just when he felt he could wait no longer to withdraw the phone and reap his reward, he heard Lavrell's voice, "Little bitch, I getting ready to drop my nut. You ready to eat it?"

"Oh yes, baby. Feed me!" His mother's words were almost a white noise sensation in his mind. He could not believe what he was hearing!

A moment later Lavrell gave her the command, "Here it comes."

Eddie could hear some shuffling below and said a silent prayer that he was still filming the right spot as he envisioned Lavrell feeding his cock to his mother.

Lavrell's moans of released filled the air, dwarfing, but not completely, Amanda's own moans of pleasure as she sucked his cum from his balls.

Finally Eddie withdrew the phone.

As Eddie began to watch the action he had recorded, he missed the phone exchange downstairs where Marcus passed his phone to Lavrell so he could have a go with the Amanda. But he didn't mind, for what he was watching was the best porn he had ever seen!

Eddie's fingertips turned white as he gripped the phone with ferocity as he watched Lavrell fuck his mother. Then he was stunned when the cum scene, a scene he expected would show Lavrell kneeling over his mother as he pumped his balls into her mouth, instead found Amanda scrambling from her back to her knees as she captured Lavrell's cock between her lips. He was amazed at her pushing the cock into her throat as Lavrell's head reared back in pleasure. He could see her wedding ring, the ring proclaiming her marital vows to his father, glistening in the light as her hand massaged Lavrell's balls to coax more cum from them.

He could take no more. While he wanted to try and capture more of the spectacular sex taking place downstairs, what he needed to do was creep back to his room to jerk off. If not, he risked cumming right there on the top of the stairs.

Once again accepting the cat burglar persona in his own home, Eddie made his way to his room in silence. He quietly lay back on his bed and grabbed a sock lying nearby and slipped his penis inside. That act alone nearly caused his swollen member to erupt, but he was intent on relieving himself in synch with Lavrell's balls as they emptied into his mother's beckoning mouth.

And when the moment came, Eddie experienced one of the most explosive orgasms he had ever felt. His hips humped upward as he fantasized about being in Lavrell's position. The phone slipped from his belly to the bed as he arched his back in release.

It was spectacular.

What he did not know, and could not know since he had lost contact with all senses except those centered in his crotch area, was the noise his bed had made as he came. The subtle creaking emanated through his floor to the living room ceiling.

It presented a sound only a mother would recognize.

As Eddie lay panting on his bed, his semen slowly soaking into the sock, the threesome downstairs lay panting also with the semen of the black men soaking into Amanda's body.

Without prompting from Lavrell or Marcus, Amanda reached for her phone and called her son. She saw out of the corner of her eye the approving reaction of Lavrell and Marcus as they wordlessly acknowledged her increasing willingness to follow the rules they have established. As the phone again buzzed, Eddie glanced at the screen and saw his mother's picture appear indicating it was her calling. He was desperate to answer, but knew he could not or his cover would be blown.

Amanda hung up without leaving a message when a wicked though crept into her mind. She knew her son was spying on her and after today's events, he certainly knew what was going on. Yet he couldn't bring himself to answer the phone. Her mind flashed through the mental images of his flushed expression on the Skype calls when she was speaking a bit risqué; or his expression when he came into the house to find her braless nipples bulging out from under her snug t-shirt; or his flustered reaction to coming home to find her sharing a beer with Lavrell and Marcus. She realized it was arousal that was guiding his actions now and it turned her on.

She dialed Eddie's number again.

Eddie was just in the process of putting the phone down after realizing in disappointment that his mother had not left a message with the last call when the phone buzzed again. The buzzing startled him and in a moment of panic he juggled the phone and then lost his grip.

Eddie watched in seeming slow motion as the phone dropped to the floor. Every ounce in his being was desperate to catch it, but it was as if he was frozen as the phone fell the few feet to the hardwood below.

It hit the surface with a thud that might as well have been a sledgehammer.

Eddie's heart, which was racing as he saw the device drop, nearly stopped when he heard Lavrell's voice downstairs, "What the fuck?"

His overreaction to pick up the phone completely blew his non-existent cover. He lunged to grab it causing his feet to hit the floor a bit harder than he wanted to just as his fingers struck the hardwood around the phone. His actions served to confirm to everyone below that someone was upstairs.

And he knew it.

He tore the soiled sock from his penis and tossed it across the room as he frantically pulled up his shorts. Color drained from his face while his heart once again began to race. He made a silent wish that no one would react to the sounds they heard and he could somehow pull off this little spy caper unnoticed.

He was wrong.

For as he was in the process of attempting to recover from his mistake, a slightly sweaty Lavrell, clad only in the underwear he had just pulled up; and a similarly dressed Marcus exchanged a glance as if preparing to respond to something hostile. Amanda quickly noticed the looks on the expressions of the two black men; they weren't thinking of her son, they were thinking intruder. Amanda knew she had to intervene or risk a dangerous encounter between them and her son.

"Wait," Amanda said as she hastily pulled a t-shirt over her naked body, "I think that came from my son's room. He must be home." She paused a moment and added, "I think he is spying on me."

The two men looked at her, gauging her attitude towards the statement she just made before they spoke. Then her face lit up with a naughty smile as she said, "I wonder if he found what he was looking for." The men responded with a muffled laughter which turned to lustful stares as she followed that up by purring sexily, "I guess I should go check on him. You should probably get dressed."

Amanda's heart was pounding as she climbed the stairs, as her mind wrestled with whether she should be doing what she was doing. She convinced herself that her son, a college student, had no business spying on his mother and she needed to address this silliness. Then she giggled silently to herself as she thought, "Or he might ruin my fun!"

Amanda reached Eddie's door and paused a moment to both settle herself down and to glance at the men, who were following her, with a look that told them she, in this situation, had the lead.

She didn't bother to knock; she just gently opened the door to its fullest extent and quietly cooed out, "Eddie? Are you home?"

Her son was frozen on his bed, unable to speak, as he stared at his mother in the doorway. He was cursing himself for getting this situation while his mind was simultaneously replaying the video he had captured of her fucking and then sucking off both black men. He was seeing her in a completely different light now. These thoughts seemed to have locked his ability to speak. In addition to not being able to speak, Eddie also could not control his eyes. They were roaming up and down his mother's body as she stood in just a t-shirt which ended just a few inches below her crotch. Had the t-shirt been form fitting with a bit different tailoring, it might have been very similar to the dress she wore when she went out clubbing on that first fateful night.

As Amanda stood in the doorway, studying the expression on her son's face, she could feel her braless nipples bulging gently against her shirt. She broke the silence, "It is you. I heard a noise up here and was wondering what it was." She paused a moment to glance to her right at Lavrell before returning her gaze towards her son and speaking in a lower, sexier voice, "Honey, are you spying on me?"

As she said this, Lavrell stepped up to Amanda's side in full view of Eddie and casually draped an arm over her shoulder. Amanda looked up at Lavrell with a smile and reached up to touch his hand with her own. She could feel her nipples bulge under the top and push out even further. Then she looked back at Eddie with a smile.

Eddie's eyes, along with his mouth, were wide open in disbelief. He wanted to shake his head no but he was concerned if he moved the real answer of "yes" in the form of nodding his head might actually be the result. His mother's next words did little to quell that response. "Eddie honey, I am just spending some time with my friends. You understand don't you honey?" Amanda had unconsciously wrapped her fingers around the thumb of Lavrell's hand hanging over her shoulder and was slowly stroking it, as if it were a cock...and Eddie's eyes were now locked on that.

In his haste Eddie had made another mistake; he had failed to button and properly adjust the shorts he was wearing. Marcus, who had by now also stepped into view, noticed it first and he leaned into Amanda's ear to make her aware.

By this point, Amanda's libido was on overdrive. She had received a tremendous fucking downstairs not 15 minutes earlier and had come to realize her son was in the house spying on her, presumptively with the knowledge that he knew she was fucking these men and thus wanted to confirm his suspicions. All of these things coming together, with her lovers still right beside her and behaving in such an open fashion just continued to add fuel to her fire. And now, the thought that Eddie might have been jerking off to the thoughts of what she was doing downstairs made her have to lean into Lavrell lest she fall down.

"Eddie honey," Amanda again purred, "what were you doing up here? Your shorts are, um, unbuttoned." She paused only a moment, knowing her son would not answer her, before she continued, "I hope we um, weren't, um, too loud." before looking up at Lavrell with a slight giggle and saying, "We weren't, were we?"

Both Lavrell and Marcus laughed at her comments and Lavrell replied, "Well we wasn't!" which drew its own laughter from Amanda at the implication that any noise was her fault.

Amanda was still smiling as she looked back towards her son and said, somewhat mischievously, "Well, you have fun up here. We are going back downstairs." After taking one step, she turned back, "Your father doesn't need to know does he?" The last line was spoken as she looked over at his soiled sock on the floor. Then looking back to him one more time, she smiled and blew him a kiss before stepping out of sight.

Once at the bottom of the stairs, Lavrell said to her, "Little bitch, you fucking naughty you know that?"

Amanda winked at Lavrell and sidling up to him, said, "You wouldn't have it any other way!"

After the events upstairs she was desperate for another fucking, but both men stated they needed to leave. Lavrell gave her nipples a couple final tweaks and told her they'd be back in the morning. And just like that they were gone. When Amanda looked at the clock she realized it wasn't too much longer before John got home and she needed to clean herself and the house up.

And then she thought about what Eddie was doing and she froze.

Amanda had no idea what was going through her son's mind after her earlier behavior but she had to make sure she didn't ruin their relationship. She took a deep breath and made her way back upstairs. It was only when she put her hand on the doorknob did she realize she was still braless. And her nipples immediately hardened at the thought.

She opened the door slowly and said, "Eddie, honey, can I come in?"

Eddie, whose penis had hardened at the events in his doorway earlier, was watching the video of his mother again when she opened the door. His face flushed, his eyes locked on the screen on his phone, and breathing a bit heavily, Eddie looked up nervously as his mother stepped in, "Uh yea mom...sure...come in." He was relieved he could actually speak again. And then he quickly moved to stop the video and put the phone face down on his bed.

Amanda was not sure what happened in those few seconds since she opened the door, but her arousal was back. Maybe it was the look on her son's face. Maybe it was remembering what she had done with Lavrell and Marcus at the door. Or maybe it was the lingering scent of her son's cum filling the air. Whatever the reason, Amanda had shifted from coming up to make things right between her and her son to a desire to tease him some more. "Why does this turn me on so much?" she wondered.




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 04



"Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asked as she stepped up close to the bed.

"Uh, no mom, I was just, uh, looking at something."

She smiled at him knowing the guilty expression but clearly not knowing the specifics, "Looking at naughty pictures honey?"

Eddie almost wet his pants with that question. His line of thinking was so confused that for an instant he felt she might actually know he was watching his personal porn collection! "What?! No mom. I was just, uh, reading an email."

Now Amanda knew he was being naughty and her nipples again surged in response. Speaking in a measured, yet sexy tone, Amanda said, "Your father doesn't need to know about my friends, right? I mean, I kind of enjoy them visiting me during the day. Makes for a nice afternoon after my morning swim." She gave a pregnant pause before adding, "Plus, explaining your spying might be a little awkward wouldn't it?"

What could he say to that? Eddie had no plans on telling his father anyway, but explaining how he found out made that a certainty. "No, mom, I won't say anything," he said in almost a little boy voice. He went quiet a moment debating his next line then gave into his will, "Will they, um, be back tomorrow?"

Amanda gave her son a teasing look then answered, "Yes they will. And what about you? Do you plan on spying again?"

Eddie suddenly felt ashamed at his conduct. He was still incredibly aroused at the thought of his mother sucking and fucking those black men, but he felt embarrassed to have spied on her. Strangely, this embarrassment only seemed to arouse him further. He finally croaked out a response as he looked down, "I'm sorry mom. I was just, um, um, I don't even know what I was doing. I just, uh..."

Amanda found herself curiously aroused as the discussion went on. She felt a power over him which seemed to compensate for the power she had surrendered to Lavrell and Marcus. She wanted to explore these feelings a bit more so she stopped Eddie's response by gently touching a finger to his lips. "Shhh, honey. It's okay. You must have been very curious after seeing those men here." She paused without actually asking a question, just using the inflection in her voice to draw a response.

He took the bait. "Yes. I was just...I don't know. It was just weird seeing them. And..." He stopped again, unwilling to admit what he was really thinking.

Amanda gently tilted Eddie's face up towards her own by lifting his chin with her index finger. "And what?" Then adding provocatively, "You wanted to know what was going on didn't you? And did you find what you were looking for?"

Eddie was melting as he looked into her eyes. He couldn't get the insanely sexual image of her sucking those black cocks out of his mind as he looked at her. She was now the most sexual being he had ever laid eyes on. It seemed to ooze from her every pore. He was silently wishing she would stay there and carry this conversation on forever, while at the same time hoping she would leave so he could go back to watching the video on this phone.

Amanda smiled at her son as she noticed he was once again unable to speak due to the thoughts she was provoking in his mind. She let the question go unanswered as she gently stroked under his chin. Then she leaned in closely, just inches from his face, and said in a hushed whisper, "I won't let them know you are here tomorrow. Just remember to not make any noise, ok?"

Eddie couldn't believe his ears. He nodded slowly at her in response, and then Amanda winked at him and turned to slowly walk out of his room.

She made a beeline for her own bedroom and, immediately flopping on her bed, began to masturbate. Amanda fingered herself to a wonderful orgasm then brought her wet fingers to her lips and licked them clean. She was looking forward to see how things were going to play out when she heard the front door open as her husband came home. "Back to reality." she thought as she checked her appearance before heading downstairs to greet him.

That night over dinner, Eddie was a bit quieter than usual and, rather than engaging in normal eye contact, he would only steal occasional glances at his mother. Each was met with a warm, and often inviting, smile. John, unaware as usual, picked up on no signs of the sexual energy in the room.

Amanda went to bed that night with a pussy yearning to be stuffed full of black cock and a mind replaying images of her son's reaction to her talks with him in his bedroom. The following morning she went for her regular swim and returned home pleasantly surprised and a bit shocked to see Eddie's car still in the driveway. Was he really planning on staying home or was he planning on having a talk before he went out? She had no idea and figured time would sort things out.

She went in the house and went right in the shower to clean up, and then put on some clothes that were both a bit sexy and also easy to get out of; a skirt and a button down top. She sent a text to Lavrell saying she was home as she was dressing. The naughtiness of being half naked as she let her black lover know he was cleared to come over was like an aphrodisiac.

When she left the bedroom she felt compelled to confirm what was going on with Eddie. Amanda wrapped gently on his closed door then stepped in. Eddie was sitting upright on his bed, wide awake, with his phone in hand. Amanda had no way of knowing her son was once again watching his prized video from the previous day as she asked, "Hi honey. Just checking on you. Did you sleep well last night?" 

Eddie slowly nodded as his expression gave away the fact that he was checking out her appearance. Her heart once again racing, Amanda gave her son a sweet smile as she stepped back out of the room, pausing at the doorway to put her finger to her lips and give him a wonderfully sexy, "Remember, shhhhh..." She left the door ajar as she headed downstairs.

Just 10 minutes later, the front door opened and in walked Lavrell and Marcus. Lavrell greeted her, "Hey there little bitch, ready to have some fun again today?"

"I've been wanting that since before you left yesterday." she replied as she was sinking to her knees before her black lovers.

For a brief moment Amanda had forgotten Eddie was home since her focus was on pleasing the men before her. But as she was undoing their pants to free their cocks, Marcus asked, "So, that kid of yours home today too?"

Amanda looked up at Marcus and shook her head no in the hopes that would put an end to any interest he had in continuing things for a few reasons. First, she was certain Eddie could hear them based on his reaction to yesterday's events. Second, she didn't know what would happen if she answered with the truth that he actually was home. And third, for some reason the thought of him being home once again stimulated her libido. For the moment at least, she didn't want anyone else to be aware of that.

Shortly after that brief question and answer, the attention of the three of them shifted away from Eddie and towards the mutual sensations they were feeling. Amanda was moving her mouth back and forth between their two shafts and the men were enjoying the pleasure of this increasingly experienced wife's oral skills.

The two men moved their way over to the couch so they could sit in comfort as she sucked their cocks, and Amanda obediently followed by crawling after them.

Eddie relieved that his mother hadn't revealed him being home, sat quietly in his room, just inside the door and listened to the goings on downstairs. He was desperate to watch what was actually going on but consoled himself by watching the video on his phone and letting his mind fill in for what his ears were hearing. He gently stroked himself throughout the entire process, a fresh, clean sock at the ready.

Once Amanda had both her lovers fully hard, she stood up and slowly unbuttoned her top, giving her lovers a visual treat to compliment the physical one she had just provided with her mouth. Both Lavrell and Marcus greatly appreciated her impromptu semi-striptease and were vocal in their satisfaction. Calls of "That's it little bitch, show us those titties, yea baby..." and "Fuck yea little bitch, you sexy as hell." filled the room and spurred Amanda on.

What the men didn't know, and Amanda had temporarily forgotten about, was that Eddie was upstairs taking all of this in. His penis was once again engorged and he couldn't help but stroke himself, shifting the phone between hands repeatedly. He knew he wasn't going to hold out forever so he gingerly slipped the sock over himself, slipping it on very slowly to avoid it being the source of his ejaculation.

His timing was fortunate. For downstairs, his now naked mother was standing before her two black lovers. And in a voice as clear as if she were standing in the room with him, Eddie heard her say in a sexy, little girl voice, "So which one of you is going to be the first to scratch the itch I have deep inside my pussy?"

Eddie only heard the men answer in unison, "Fuck yeah, little bitch." as his penis erupted for the first time that day while he himself uttered, "Fuck yeah, mom" as he emptied himself.

Before Eddie's penis had even ceased expending its load, Amanda was downstairs straddling Lavrell's hips as she positioned her wet pussy directly above his black cock. She braced herself with her right hand on his shoulder as her left hand, wedding ring glinting as it caught rays of light, pointed his cock at her opening. She was cumming with just the imagery of the contrast between her white hand and his black shaft. And her orgasm bloomed into fullness as his cockhead slipped between her lips.

Then, Mrs. Amanda Cooper, a formerly faithful wife, was now uttering her own "Fuck yeah!" into the air as her two black lovers watched and her son listened while Lavrell's cock slipped into her fully.

When Amanda's pussy had fully welcomed Lavrell's cock into herself, she paused as she stretched around him and enjoyed the gentle tickle of his pubic hair on her shaved crotch. Her hips began a slow grind as she bit her lower lip in pleasure. Both men felt her breasts and she hung her head forward, feeling her hair cascade over her forehead and cheeks. She was in sexual bliss.

Coming back to her senses, Amanda asked Marcus, "Please let me suck your cock while I have Lavrell inside me." However, Marcus had other ideas.

He replied, "Little bitch, ain't no way I gonna straddle my man here. I think it time to let you practice something else."

To which Lavrell added, "Shit yea boy. Let's give our girl a treat."

Amanda didn't know what they were talking about until she saw and then felt Marcus move in behind her. He was planning on fucking her ass while Lavrell fucked her pussy!

She didn't know if she should be scared or excited. In fact, she was both. Though still relatively inexperienced at taking cock in her ass, she had enjoyed it each time and the enjoyment was only growing. Now the prospect of them sandwiching her was extraordinarily arousing.

Amanda looked back over her shoulder at Marcus, "Do it baby, just take it slow."

Marcus was nodding his head as she turned back to face Lavrell. He looked up at her and further eased her fears, "Little bitch, you ain't got nothing to worry about. We got no plans on ruining our girl."

When she felt Marcus' cock at her rosebud, she moaned in pleasure. She slowed her grind on Lavrell's cock to allow Marcus to press himself inside her as Lavrell began to tweak her nipples. Once Marcus' cockhead slipped through her ring, she erupted in orgasm which further served to open her ass for more cock. The exquisite sensation of the two black cocks inside her, separated only by a thin membrane, was overwhelming and she briefly thought she was going to pass out from overload.

Lavrell for his part remained still to allow for Marcus to fully penetrate the hot wife. After Marcus had buried himself completely, the two men steadied themselves, shafts completely embedded in Amanda's ass and pussy; they waited for her to react. Within moments her grind began anew as she wordlessly asked them to fuck her.

Eddie, still silently listening upstairs, had stopped watching the video once he realized his mother was going to be double penetrated. He put all focus towards his ears in an effort to not miss a single sound. But that wasn't enough.

He wanted more video.

In near sensory overload of his own, Eddie slowly opened his bedroom door and crept from his room to the same vantage point which he had used to capture the first video. He crawled in silence to the spot and poked the phone around the corner and swept the room to find out where they were. He withdrew after only a few seconds to view and see that they were on the couch, but didn't film long enough to catch any good action.

Moving the phone camera back into correct position, he pressed record again, this time staring at the camera screen to simultaneously view what he was filming. He was not prepared for the raw sexuality he was about to see and it forever changed things.

When he saw his mother oreo'd between two well hung black studs, Eddie emitted a groan. It wasn't exceptionally loud, and frankly had it just been a normal day with his parents home in the living room, no would have taken notice. But this wasn't a normal day. And it wasn't his father downstairs banging his mother. So everyone did notice.

Actually, Lavrell and Marcus noticed first. Both men stopped fucking and looked in the direction where the sound came from. Amanda was initially aware that the men had stopped fucking her and said, "Please don't stop. I am so fucking close to cumming again!" But looking at Lavrell she realized he was looking past her. She turned to look at Marcus and found him looking backwards himself.

And when she looked in the direction they were looking she saw her son. Her pussy spasmed with the sight.

Eddie knew he was busted and was paralyzed in fear. Moving in any direction would only confirm his presence. He could only hope they weren't looking at him. He was wrong. And his mother's words confirmed it.

"Eddie!" Amanda exclaimed when her orgasm subsided, "What are you doing?!"

He couldn't answer. He couldn't move. He wanted to disappear.

It was Lavrell's voice that shook him out of his paralysis, "Answer your fucking mother boy!"

"Uhhh...I, uh...I'm sorry, I uh..." He was unable to complete any coherent thoughts. All blood flow and consciousness were focused on two areas; his penis and a desire to flee the scene. But he knew he couldn't get away. To make matters worse, he realized that in his haste to capture more video, he had left his shorts around his ankles and the sock still wrapped around his penis.

Even without knowing that, the scene was almost becoming comical for the three lovers downstairs, to include Amanda. Marcus slowly removed his cock from Amanda's ass while she slowly shifted her position to turn towards her son. Once Lavrell and Marcus looked at one another they burst out laughing. And a moment later Amanda found herself, somewhat unsuccessfully, suppressing a giggle herself. She felt like a teenager getting caught doing something wrong by an adult.

She slipped herself off of Lavrell's cock, groaning in mutual pleasure and frustration, then, in a silly sense of modesty at this point, covered her breasts as she again queried her son, "What are you doing?"

"Mom, I'm sorry...I c-c-couldn't help it."

Lavrell, unwilling to let the fire inside her go out, took a risk; he placed a hand on the small of her back and rubbed it. He received the response he desired, a subtle purr from Amanda and a gentle shimmy of her hips. He knew at that moment everything from his perspective was going to be fine.

"Ok honey, just relax. I know this is probably overwhelming. How about if you at least sit up instead of laying on the floor like that?"

Eddie didn't want to move but he knew there was no explanation for staying prone on the floor. He was trying to figure out a way to discretely conceal how his appearance even though he knew it to be futile. Finally, he just surrendered to his fate. His face flushed with mutual arousal and embarrassment, Eddie slowly raised himself up to a sitting position and his shorts, and the sock, came into view.

The threesome downstairs looked up in silence for a moment. They were completely unprepared for what they were witnessing. The shorts, though unexpected, could at least be understood. But the sock, jutting straight out from Eddie's crotch, was comical. Once that came into view and their collective brains processed what they were seeing, Amanda, Lavrell, and Marcus began to laugh.

For them, the tension in the room was broken. Eddie, however, was shamed. He didn't know what to do, and as expected, it was Amanda that came to his rescue. Still lightly giggling and with an air of joviality in her voice, Amanda told him to relax and to not be embarrassed. While doing so she had lowered her hands from covering her breasts and Eddie's gaze shifted from his feet to them. And Amanda's nipples responded by swelling once again.

Amanda noticed reaction and it excited her. Tremendously.

Her persona shifted from concerned mother back to the woman who was fucking the black men a moment ago. She continued to smile at Eddie she brought her hands up to tweak her nipples. It was impossible to know if she was putting on a show for her lovers or working to arouse herself or her son. It really didn't matter because all of those things were happening.

Amanda seductively queried Eddie, "You didn't get your fill yesterday?" Then smiling back towards Lavrell and Marcus added, "I can't say that I blame you. I didn't either."

As Eddie mindlessly shook his head no in response, Amanda rose to her feet and moved towards him. She padded across the floor like a cat on the prowl. She spoke again, "Are you enjoying what you are watching honey? It appears as though you are." as she motioned towards his hard penis. For a split second, Eddie felt as if she was going to touch his penis, but instead she simply circled him and lightly grazed her bare nipples across his arm.

Eddie remained motionless but moaned at the sensation. For their part, Lavrell and Marcus sat in stunned disbelief at what they were witnessing. They felt as if they had peeled the maternal costume off of a sexual creature that was now coming into her own. It was a spectacular sight to behold.

When Amanda reappeared in front of Eddie, she looked at him over her shoulder and said, "Well honey, you are welcome to watch or return to your rom if you wish. Either way, I am going to finish having fun with my friends." And with that she moved right back to Lavrell on the couch. Giving one final look at her son and holding his gaze, Amanda straddled Lavrell's cock and said, "Fuck me baby."

As Amanda's pussy once again stretched around the black cock slipping inside, she watched as, her son slack jawed with the sight before him, began to ejaculate into sock, the end of the cloth beginning to darken as his semen soaked in.

The remainder of that day was filled with raw, unbridled sexuality. Amanda was fucked in her pussy and ass by both men, in addition to sucking each of them off once. Eddie ended up sitting against the wall, constantly stroking his cock, ejaculating so much that he thought he might die of dehydration.

That evening, after the men had left, the house cleaned up and aired out, and the family having had dinner, Amanda made her way towards her son's room. Amanda's husband John had just turned in for the night as she paused outside Eddie's doorway. When she said goodnight to her husband she was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. But now, standing outside her son's door both of those articles were in a pile at her feet. Instead, she had on a snug t-shirt and a pair of panties.




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 04



She lightly wrapped on the door and stepped inside. Eddie was lying in bed in a darkened room lit only by the dim screen on his laptop as she came in. Without a word she stepped to his bed and sat down next to him. She gently touched his exposed hand and asked, "Did you enjoy things today? I know I did."

Eddie was once again captivated by her. He cleared his throat but did not speak; instead, he just nodded his agreement.

"Good." was Amanda's simple reply. Then she stood up, and stepping back from the bed, pulled the t-shirt over her head. Eddie was stunned. Immediately his fatigued balls began to once again manufacture a fresh load of semen as his penis began to harden. Amanda smiled at him as she saw the reaction in his face.

Eddie had the burning desire to touch his penis as he stared at his mother's nearly naked form, only her panties keeping her from being completely nude before him. He glanced up at her eyes for a moment and when they made contact, she appeared to direct her gaze towards his crotch. At first he thought his mind was only playing tricks on him, but she again made eye contact with him and then moved her gaze back towards his crotch.

Was she attempting to influence him to touch himself? Was she granting permission to play with himself as she watched? He was desperate to do so, so he looked into her eyes as if to ask those questions without a word.

Amanda repeated her actions a third time. She took in his gaze and then again looked at his crotch. She was giving him permission. Actually, Eddie thought, "She is telling me to do it."

Eddie slipped his hand below the waistband of his shorts as he looked up at her, hoping for a positive reaction to confirm that he was reading her correctly. His silent query was answered when Amanda slipped her own hand inside her slim panties and began to masturbate in front of her son.

At that moment, both mother and son were masturbating before each other's eyes.

Amanda could see the sheets of Eddie's bed rising and falling as he stroked himself and began to notice his actions were synchronizing with her own fingering of her clit.

The two of them watched each other pleasure themselves, and by extension one another, until they came together. The spreading wetness on Eddie's sheet pushed Amanda over the brink as she joined him in mutual orgasm.

Each of them took a moment to settle themselves down before Amanda picked up the t-shirt she had dropped to the floor. Then, in an act that stunned Eddie, she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, her naked breasts swaying gently right in front of his eyes. She capped the evening with "Sleep well honey." before she slowly stepped from the room.

Eddie slept like the dead that night from sheer exhaustion. He awoke the next morning to another round of fucking going on downstairs and this time, without any creeping, he made his way to watch. Amanda was in the process of sucking both men hard when she saw her son appear in the room. She smiled at him and then told him to ask her lovers if they want anything to eat or drink. He was stunned by this statement but complied as he saw his mother had gone back to sucking their cocks. He retrieved a beer for each of them and then once again resumed watching the display before him.

The remainder of Eddie's college break was filled with similar experiences and he began to look forward to every morning. When he finally returned to school, he dreaded it. The only thing that helped him accept that he was not missing out on too much was the fact his mother, a teacher, had to return to her own classroom, meaning her days were not filled with the sex he had enjoyed witnessing over the last couple weeks.

It was undeniable the change in relationship that occurred between Amanda and Eddie. The goodbye hug was different. Eddie felt as if she nipped at his ear when they broke the embrace. And he was hopeful that his hardon was not obvious to his father when they shook hands.

Eddie was back at school two weeks when Amanda texted him and asked if he would be free to Skype in the morning. Eddie immediately replied that he was free now, but was disappointed when Amanda replied that she couldn't Skype now. They agreed that she would Skype him in the morning around 10am.

The following morning, at promptly 10am, Eddie's laptop began to ring to let him know his mother was Skyping him. He had not bothered to get out of bed as he intended to lay there, naked from the waist down, touching himself as they spoke.

It was the right decision.

Eddie pressed the button to accept the call and found himself looking directly into Amanda's eyes which filled the screen. It was startling to say the least. "Mom?" was his greeting.

Amanda didn't reply with the exception of giving him a smile with her eyes as she began to move back from the camera. As she did so the rest of her face came into view. And then so did the large black cock which her lips were wrapped around. With a pop as she broke suction, Amanda said to her son, "Good morning honey. We miss having you here." and then she giggled a bit.

With that, the laptop was set down on the coffee table in the center of the living room and Lavrell and Marcus came into view. It was only then that Eddie realized it was neither of them that possessed the cock which his mother was sucking. Amanda smiled as she noticed the realization appear on Eddie's face and then introduced her new lover, still only visible by the cock before her lips, "Eddie this is one of my new friends, Michael. I met him this morning. We told him about you and he wanted to meet you this morning. Say hi honey."

Eddie was dumbstruck, "Uh, hi." which was greeted by laughter, to include from his mother, on the other end of the Skype.

"You should probably get a sock ready," giggled Amanda, "we all know what happens when you watch, don't we?"

And with that, Amanda watched as a red-faced Eddie retrieved a sock from his drawer and slipped his white penis inside and began to stroke himself. She had returned her near full attention to Michael's black cock as those of Lavrell and Marcus sat waiting their turn in the background. Her path to discovery was now complete, exposing a whole new persona within herself.

And she loved it.



Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 05



Hi everyone,

Thanks for the feedback on the previous chapters. This chapter has sex, but is more story than sex so I hope it is still worthy of your pleasure.

Even though there is less sex, it is still interracial so if that is a problem for you, please stop reading now. Or don't complain later!

I actually wasn't going to write another chapter but someone made a suggestion in feedback that made me rethink that.

This will almost certainly be the last chapter for Amanda but I hope to continue writing.

As always, I appreciate your feedback.

Dee xoxoxoxoxoxo

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Amanda was riding Lavrell to her sixth orgasm when she felt his hands begin to tighten their grip on her hips; a sure sign his own orgasm was imminent. Amanda dropped her gaze to look directly into Lavrell's eyes and offered a breathless and slightly husky whisper, "Shoot that seed in me baby...Let me feel it."

Her words of encouragement and desire pushed him past the point of no return. Lavrell's balls contracted within his scrotum and then launched their release into Amanda's welcoming vagina. Her pussy lips worked with their natural inclination to simultaneously squeeze and stroke him to coax all the sperm his balls had to offer into her. She delighted in the sensation of his warmth, in the form of his cum, spreading inside her love canal.

Once sure he had finished, Amanda slowly freed his cock from her pussy and, keeping her legs tightly clamped together to prevent any cum from leaking from her drooling pussy lips, knelt before him and ran her tongue from his ball sack to the crown of his cock. Keeping her eyes on him the entire time, Amanda ran her tongue around his cockhead as a final bead of jism appeared from within. She delicately lapped that up, then pausing to give Lavrell a sexy wink, she took his cock to the root in her throat.

Cleaning his cock after it had been inside her had become second nature and an incredible turn-on for the rapidly changing teacher. The stimulation of performing this erotic act for her black lover, and an increasing number of his friends, but having never done the same for her husband, seemed to inspire a primal instinct within her. She couldn't put her finger on it or any of the other things she had begun doing for Lavrell and Marcus and why they excited her so much. She slightly giggled to herself as she pondered if she was as good a teacher for her students at school as Lavrell had been for her.

With one final kiss on the crown of the black cock she had come to adore, Amanda flopped on her back on her marital bed and smiled up at Lavrell as she reached for her phone. Lavrell returned her smile with one of those subtle nods she so enjoyed as they served to validate her action.

She found Eddie in her contacts and pressed call.

Eddie, Amanda's 18 year old son, was sitting in his college dorm room trying not to call up any of the videos of his mother he had filmed from his last trip home when the phone rang. Upon seeing it was her calling, his heart rate immediately surged and he could almost feel an instant sweat form on his brow.

Since filming those clandestine videos and then being caught, literally pants down, as he attempted to spy on her with Lavrell and Marcus, Eddie's mind had been in a state of obsession regarding what his mother was doing at any given moment. The stunning Skype call from a couple weeks earlier when she was clearly sucking the cock of a black man she had just met that morning only served to further his lust-filled thoughts.

Eddie paused a beat before answering as he was expecting a classmate he was tutoring over at any time and he didn't want to get caught in an awkward situation. However, he convinced himself that this could be just a normal phone call from her asking how he was doing and not one inspired by her black lovers where he became the butt of their unspoken joke. Even as he thought that, he knew he was just making excuses for himself and that he couldn't truly control the desire to answer the phone, whether it be one of "those" calls or not.

Eddie attempted to greet her as normally and innocently as possible, "Hi mom. How are you?"

It was the gentle purr in her voice that answered his question better than any words could have, "I'm doing just fine, honey. I just wanted to call and, you know, check in. I got a sub to take my class today so I could have, um, some free time."

Eddie knew that "free time" translated into "getting fucked" and he felt his penis surge a bit. Still, he wanted to know more. He took a deep breath and asked his question, "So, um, what, uh, what did you do?"

Amanda, who had turned the phone on speaker, smiled up at Lavrell and felt her nipples harden at the question. Again, she couldn't figure out exactly why this was such an arousal for her, but it was undeniable.

That pregnant pause let Eddie know his mother was not alone as she placed this call. Based on the time of day and the sound of her voice he knew it wasn't his father with her, and then he wondered if he should have said anything.

Amanda cut straight to it, "Lavrell texted me last night and told me to take the day off. So, I called for a sub, and this morning, I got ready as if I was going in so your father wouldn't ask any questions, and then after I knew he was gone I came home. Lavrell arrived about 10 minutes later. We've been here since."

Eddie was speechless. He knew she was fucking around on his father. He had seen it. But this level of deception seemed even more erotic somehow. His delay in speaking was more obvious than he thought.

"You ok there white boy?" Lavrell asked, his voice a marked contrast from his mother's sexy tone. This was the voice of someone who didn't display any respect to whom he was speaking.

Startled at hearing Lavrell and trying to redeem himself a bit, Eddie paused a moment then responded, "Yea, I'm fine."

Amanda's response indicated to Eddie just who was who in the pecking order, "Eddie," he had been "honey" or "Eddie dear" for the last few conversations, "this is a friend of mine. Show him proper respect."

Eddie was taken aback a bit at the abruptness of her answer and just exactly what she was looking for, but responded with what he felt was best, "Sorry Mom. Yes sir, I'm fine."

On the other end of the phone, Amanda was now massaging her clit as she heard her son essentially take a backseat to her black lover. Her actions allowed some of his cum, which had been trapped in her pussy, to slowly ooze from between her lips. She delicately scooped a large dollop on her index and middle fingers and then made a show for Lavrell of licking it off. Then she returned to the conversation with her son.

"Thank you honey. I don't want you being rude to my friends. That was much better." It was the plural "friends" that stuck with Eddie more than anything. Did that include Marcus and the stranger with the face he never saw during that Skype conversation?

He reasoned it did and answered her in the hopes of extending the conversation a bit longer, "I understand Mom. Sorry."

This time Lavrell responded, "That's more like it white boy." Amanda's giggle in the background caused Eddie's face to redden with embarrassment and he was glad for the moment this was not a Skype call.

Had he been able to see what was going on, he would have seen his mother reaching for Lavrell's cock as he tweaked her nipples. She felt compelled to extend the conversation a bit as her fingers wrapped around Lavrell's swelling shaft. "So honey, what are you going to do today?"

Eddie had no ability to foresee the ultimate impact of his answer so he answered honestly, "Derrick is coming over and then we are heading to the study hall so I can help him with some math stuff. I've been tutoring him since he doesn't have time to study with basketball going on."

"Mmmm." Amanda moaned in partial response to her son, but more so to the throbbing black cock in her hand, "I don't recall you mentioning Derrick before. He a friend or just someone you are tutoring?"

His mother's moan threw Eddie off a moment before he got himself back on track. "Just someone I am tutoring Mom. Our teacher suggested I give him some help so he doesn't risk losing his spot on the basketball team."

Lavrell who was sitting silently during this little exchange finally piped in, "Hey white boy, is Derrick a brother?"

Eddie briefly panicked that he might have said something to offend Lavrell before answering, "Uh, yes sir he is. He's a junior." Then, trying to sound somewhat knowledgeable, he threw in, "He is the backup point guard."

Lavrell, unseen by Eddie smiled at the confirmation of his question, then reached down, and putting his hand on the back of Amanda's head, slowly pulled her towards his cock. Amanda needed no further encouragement. She planted a very wet kiss on Lavrell's cock, and then took a turn sucking each testicle into her mouth for just a moment. To anyone who has ever heard those sounds, it was clear just what was going on at the other end of that phone. Eddie fell into that category.

Eddie gave a futile effort to recapture his mother's attention with a creaky, "Mom?" but she was too far gone. She responded with a breathless tone expressing her next intentions, "Ok honey, I, uh, have to go as I have things I want to do."

And with that, the phone call abruptly ended.

Eddie quickly scampered to the bathroom with a sock in hand to relieve his balls from the stimulation of that phone call. He stroked himself with the thoughts of what his mother was doing at that moment. He came within seconds of slipping the sock around his hardened penis and berated himself for not lasting longer. And then he realized it was probably the same issue his father possessed which drove his mother into the arms of her black lovers in the first place.

He had just tossed his soiled sock into his laundry basket and washed his hands when Derrick, the black student athlete he was tutoring, knocked on the door.

Eddie, still with a bit of shame on his face from having jerked off such a short time earlier, let Derrick in as he gathered up the material they were going to discuss. He silently hoped to himself the scent of his cum was not obvious and that his slightly frazzled appearance didn't give anything away.

However, Eddie had nothing to worry about regarding that, for when he turned around he found Derrick holding up a "5 x 7" framed picture Eddie had made from his recent trip home. Amanda did not know it was taken and Eddie usually put it away before anyone came into his room. The picture was of Amanda, braless in her t-shirt as she spoke to Lavrell who was off camera. Her hardened nipples, bulging at her thin top, made it obvious her tits were swinging freely and that she was aroused.

"Who the fuck is this? Your momma?" Derrick said as he looked at the picture?

Eddie nearly leapt out of his skin when he realized Derrick had the picture in his hand. Before he could raise any objection or say a word Derrick continued, "Bitch is hot." Derrick gave Eddie a nod, which he interpreted as a measure of respect that he had a hot mom, before putting the picture down. Eddie's heart stopped racing and the two of them headed out to study.

While this was going on, Amanda was taking Lavrell's cock into her throat with his groans of pleasure music to her ears. A short while later his jism was painting her tongue.

A few weeks later, following similar sexually themed phone conversations, texts, and emails; Amanda Skyped Eddie shortly after sucking off both Lavrell and Marcus. She was still breathing a bit heavy with her nipples once again pressing against her top, as Lavrell and Marcus sat in the background while she placed the call. Eddie's penis surged to arousal the moment he laid eyes on her and his brain made the connections of what probably had just occurred. To a certain degree, he was happy to see the two black men in the background as their presence helped confirm his belief that something sexual had gone on rather than him thinking she might have just run into the room from somewhere. His only regret was not having been able to witness it.

Amanda, with the taste of her lovers' cum still in her mouth, offered her son a nice surprise to open the conversation, "Hey honey! Next weekend is a three day weekend for me. Want some company?"

Eddie was already captivated by the sight before him that he answered immediately, "Wait, what? Of course! Who? You and dad?"

Amanda smiled and shook her head somewhat naughtily, "No honey. Your father thinks it is just going to be me. But Lavrell, and maybe Marcus, are going to uh, join me. We've already booked a room a couple miles from your school." Eddie was rocked on his heels by her statement that his father thought it was just going to be her, but was further stunned by her openness about booking a room together with Lavrell.

What was the horny son to do but respond, "Uh yeah mom. Having you visit would be great."

Amanda didn't say anything in response. She instead just stared at the camera on the Skype.

Eddie could sense her unspoken statement. "Uh, and having Lavrell and Marcus join you would be great also."

His mother smiled back in response.

Amanda took the week leading up to that trip to drive her son nearly to the point of insanity. She didn't answer any of Eddie's phone calls; only gave direct answers to any text or emails he sent; and didn't log in to Skype at all. However, rather than get upset or angry, her conduct seemed to stimulate Eddie in a way he was unprepared for; she was purposefully manipulating him and he liked it.

Finally, the night before departing, Amanda Skyped him. It was 11pm and she was in the living room with only the small table lamp on and a candle burning on the nook off her right shoulder. His father was already in bed sleeping. Amanda spoke softly in a manner that, combined with the visual imagery provided by the lighting, painted a picture in Eddie's mind that seemed to be as if the two of them were lying in bed having the conversation. He was instantly aroused.

"Hey honey," she breathed, "we are going to leave here before lunch so we should be there early afternoon. I will call you after we check into our hotel." She giggled before adding, "Well, at some point after we check in to the hotel." She paused a moment to let that sink in before adding, "That sound good to you?"

Eddie had trouble finding his voice after that statement but finally croaked out, "Uh, yea mom, that sounds good." He couldn't find any other words to say.

Amanda smiled at her son and then closed the conversation by saying goodnight and blowing him a kiss. Eddie didn't bother heading for the bathroom. He grabbed the sock strategically placed on the floor next to his bed and relieved his penis into it.

Eddie's phone finally buzzed at 1:35pm. He had been waiting on pins and needles all day, unable to focus on anything other than putting eyes on his mother again. "Hey mom! You finally made it! Everything go ok?"

It took a moment for Amanda to answer as she was lapping up the last bead of cum she had finally coaxed from Lavrell's cock. "Uh yeah honey," she giggled, "we actually got here a little over an hour ago. Lavrell and Marcus wanted to uh, check out the room first. I hope you understand."

"Yeah mom, of course. So um, do you want to meet up somewhere? Want me to come there? Or do you want to come here?"

Lavrell responded, "Hey white boy, how about you come pick us up? You can show us around. Got that?"

Eddie quickly answered, "Yes sir. Want to me to come over right now?"

Lavrell told him to leave in about 30 minutes and then provided the address of the hotel.

Eddie nearly trotted out to his car and then had to pause a moment in the car to get himself together to avoid speeding. He was desperate to see his mother but did not want to risk a ticket for both the legal implications and, at least for right now, the delay the transaction would take.

When Eddie called to say he had arrived at the hotel, Amanda told him to wait downstairs and they would be down in a moment. The 10 minutes it took for them to ride the elevator down and leave the building felt like an eternity to Eddie, but seeing his mother made it worth the wait.

Amanda was dressed in a short black sundress with buttons from her waist to her neckline; the three top buttons were undone exposing, not overly sexually, her upper chest. The dress extended to just below mid-thigh and clung to her body in a way to accentuate her fitness. On any other woman, on any other day, this outfit would be viewed as attractive with a hint of sexuality. However, in addition to Amanda's newfound persona which seemed to exude seductiveness, there was one other thing that Eddie's eyes locked upon.

It was the small choker necklace Amanda wore with the small black ace of spades which rested right where her trim neck met her collarbone. The chain on the choker was thin silver and was almost invisible except for the occasional times it caught the light as they walked towards his car. That slight deception made the spade become a statement in addition to a piece of jewelry. The choker was a gift from Lavrell. It was the only thing she had on just 15 minutes earlier as she finished sucking off both of her black lovers in the room.

Eddie was standing outside his car when his mother walked up with her gorgeous smile expressing her happiness. Amanda held her arms open wide as she approached her son and then kissed him right on the lips as he stepped forward to hug her. Eddie's eyes opened wide when their lips met and he was too shocked to notice the smirking glance Lavrell and Marcus exchanged when they witnessed the contact. He was still a bit too flustered when they completed their hug to see the wink Amanda gave both black men as she pulled back.

As they got in the car, Amanda suggested Eddie just drive around a bit so "Lavrell and Marcus can see the area before you take us on campus."

"Sure mom, ok." the excited Eddie replied.

Eddie initially headed in the direction of the mall since he recalled his mother typically going there when he was home. However, not 10 minutes into the trip Lavrell blurted from the backseat, "Come on white boy, this ain't no fucking shopping trip. Run us by some places where we can hit a club or something later."

Eddie felt his face flush with embarrassment which was only made worse when he heard his mother giggle in the seat next to him, but he made the appropriate turn at the next traffic light.

Amanda ignored her son's reaction and turned towards her lovers in the back, the seatbelt nicely carving a groove between her breasts, "So, what do you have in mind? You looking to hit a club later?"

"Fuck yeah, little bitch. Ain't you up for some clubbing?" was Lavrell's reply.

Eddie was stunned at Lavrell referring to his mother as 'little bitch' and was further amazed at how she had no reaction to the nickname other than to continue the conversation.

"I'd love to go clubbing and hopefully some dancing tonight." Amanda replied to Lavrell before turning towards Eddie, who at this point was feeling almost like a chauffeur or cab driver, "Honey, you know where some clubs are right? Take us by some."

A moment later Marcus began laughing and spoke for the first time in the car, "Hey white boy, can you even get in any of these clubs? You old enough?"

Eddie's face and neck which still had some redness from the earlier embarrassment flushed once again, "Uh no, I'm not old enough. I know where they are though. I've picked up some friends from here when they've been drunk."

He was hoping to get a statement of approval from his mother, but instead she replied with a slight giggle, "Oh honey, that's too bad. But I suppose that is good for us then. You don't mind dropping us off later and then picking us up right?"




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 05



The question was more rhetorical than anything else as she quickly returned her attention to Lavrell and Marcus. "How about if we find a place, take a tour around campus, then have some dinner with Eddie before he drops us at the club?"

"Sounds good little bitch. Make sure you point out the gym on campus white boy. Me and Marcus wanna shoot some hoops this afternoon. You can get us in right?"

"Uh, yes sir. I can get you in." Eddie replied as he felt his underarms dampen with sweat from the pressure he was under. He continued to steal glances at the outline of his mother's breasts which were so perfectly accented by the seatbelt.

A few minutes later they had picked out a couple clubs they were going to visit later and were soon on campus passing his dorm and on the way to the gym. Eddie was silently hoping he would get Lavrell and Marcus in the gym and then be able to have some alone time with his mother, but that was not to be as Amanda walked right in and stood off to the side with them as Eddie negotiated with the person behind the gym counter. Any male student that passed by, whether entering or exiting the gym couldn't help but look at the sexy woman standing there. But it was only the young black men that had their looks returned.

One of those young black men happened to be Derrick, the basketball player Eddie was tutoring.

Derrick walked in, oblivious to the others, and jokingly shoved Eddie as he made it to the counter. Eddie, who was very tense with the pressure he was facing, jumped at the contact. The laughter of the black men and the giggling of Amanda made Derrick aware of the three of them standing off to the side.

As soon as he laid eyes on Amanda, Derrick connected her face with the picture he had seen in Eddie's room. Amanda had no way of knowing about that picture not to mention Derrick seeing it, but it was clear to her there was some sort of recognition as she saw him look at her, then to Eddie, then back to her. Eddie, who made a quick effort to get himself under control, saw the realization in Derrick's eyes and when he saw the smile on his mother's face, he felt a cold sweat break on his brow as he sensed what may lie ahead.

Eddie had no idea what to do. He couldn't stand there saying nothing but felt anything he did say may cause himself more issue. So, he figured he would try to get Lavrell and Marcus to the basketball court in the hopes that would give them something to do. "Uh sir," Eddie said to Lavrell, "there are basketballs on the court already if you guys want to go shoot."

While seeing Derrick's reaction to him calling Lavrell "sir" caused another slight wave of humiliation, it was his mother stepping forward and saying, "Honey, don't be so rude. Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" that really caused a bit of panic. He immediately reflected on Derrick viewing that secret picture and what was now going through his mind. That, coupled with Eddie's own thoughts on his mother's recent behavior had him wondering just what the future held.

That combination led to what was becoming an increasing social flaw for Eddie whenever his now sexually liberated mother was involved - the inability to speak.

After witnessing Eddie flounder for a moment, Derrick took the reins, "Are you Eddie's mom? I seen you in his pictures."

Eddie nearly wet himself in fear that Derrick might actually reveal THAT picture, but that was quickly relieved when Amanda stepped forward with a smile and extended her hand to Derrick, "My name's Amanda, and yes, I'm Eddie's mother. And you are?"

"Name's Derrick."

"Nice to meet you Derrick." Then she paused a moment before saying, "I've heard that name before. Are you the basketball player he is tutoring?"

Derrick, who had been looking somewhat warily at Lavrell and Marcus for fear of them becoming upset at the way he had initially looked at her, was now becoming a bit more at ease. "Yes, he's been helping me out so I can stay on the team."

Amanda smiled at Eddie then looked back at Derrick with a slight smirk, "I hope he doesn't have this speech issue while tutoring you." Lavrell and Marcus chuckled at her words, causing Derrick to grin and then glance at Eddie.

"No. He actually does a good job."

"Good." Amanda replied.

Before Amanda could say another word, Lavrell stepped up forward and said to Derrick, "Hey man, you got a club you recommend around here? White boy pointed some out but I figure you might have some you like."

Derrick nodded and said, "Yea. There's a place me and my boys go. And," he laughed and motioned to Eddie, "if we get too wasted Eddie always there to give us a ride home."

Lavrell nodded and bumped fists with Derrick before saying, "You got any plans tonight? Feel like joining us and showing us around this place?"

Derrick replied, "Hell yea, I'll join you!"

A few hours later, after basketball and a very awkward and out of place dinner, Eddie was dropping his mother, Lavrell, Marcus, and Derrick, the student-athlete he was tutoring, off at the club.

Amanda looked gorgeous in that same dress with just a hint more makeup, letting her natural beauty shine through. The choker seemed to call out for attention and her braless breasts, swinging gently under her dress, supported her nipples as they bulged against her dress.

She had ridden in the backseat between Lavrell and Marcus, and was quite heated up by the time they made it to the club as her legs rubbed against both black men. Once there, she got out on the passenger side but made a point of walking around the front of the car towards the driver's seat. Her eyes were locked on her son the whole time, as his were on her. At the driver's door, she leaned over sexily and, resting her forearms on the downed window, gave her son a lovely view down her dress and an unobstructed view of her tits as she said to him, "Thank you for driving honey. We are going to go have some fun. You'll be awake when I call?"

She knew the answer. She knew the spell those calls had on him. And though she couldn't see it, she knew he probably had a raging hardon under his pants as his mind attempted to envision what was to come. Just to drive the point home, Amanda leaned in close and in a husky whisper said to Eddie, "I'm going to have fun tonight."

Eddie was so under her spell he answered without attempting to hide anything, "Yes mom." He could feel his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he spoke the words.

Amanda gave her son a kiss on the cheek and said, "See you soon." as she stepped away to join her black male companions.

Eddie sat there watching as his mother walked up to Lavrell and wrapped an arm around him as they went in the club. Lavrell's hand was on her ass as she stepped from view.

Inside the club, seated in a booth with her and Lavrell on one side and Marcus and Derrick on the other, Amanda reflected back on that fateful night where her world changed. She silently berated herself for being so naive that first night. Why had she waited so long to experience this? She thought back to the waves of guilty pleasure she felt as she danced with Lavrell; as she fell under his spell; and as she fell in love with the feel of black cock in her hand. Her mouth salivated as she played back the events in her mind in which she followed Lavrell out to his ride to suck him off.

Amanda was so entranced with remembering that first night that it took Lavrell a bit of effort to bring her back to reality. "Little bitch. Hey, little bitch. You wanna drink or you gonna stare out in space all night?" he said with a chuckle.

Amanda shook her head clear and smiled in amusement before requesting a margarita. As soon as the waitress stepped away with their drink orders, Amanda looked up into Lavrell's eyes, and putting her hands on either side of his face, she slipped up on to his lap and kissed him deeply. Her legs were astride his hips as she made out with him. There was a part of her that made this kiss feel as if it was one of gratitude for helping her find herself. The other part was pure lust.

She felt his hands rub up her sides and gently squeeze the outer edges of her breasts before making their journey down to her ass cheeks. She heard the waitress' voice in the distance as she returned with the drinks, "Here you go. OH! Looks like someone is out to have fun tonight."

Amanda turned to look at the waitress, and with a smile, replied, "Yes, I am."

The next few hours found Amanda on the dance floor with one or more of the men she walked in with, or some other black man that stepped up to dance with the sexy wife. Her hesitance was gone. She was now 'living in the moment'. If their hands roamed to her breasts or ass, she made it clear she liked it and they didn't have to pull away. She ground her pussy or ass into whatever bulge was pressed against her.

At one point, she found herself dancing with Derrick. She had her back to him and he was holding her hips, pulling her back into his bulging cock. She ground her pussy against him and, bending slightly at the waist, she looked back over her shoulder with a sexy grin. Her blonde hair spilled gently down her cheek and partially concealed her left eye. She slowly dragged her tongue across her lips as the song came to an end.

Derrick was still holding her as they remained locked together when Amanda caught sight of Lavrell motioning towards her. She immediately straightened up and whispered to Derrick, "Sorry baby, Lavrell is calling for me."

Amanda felt the moisture in her pussy as she moved quickly to the booth. Her pussy was practically begging for cock and she envisioned the shafts swinging between the legs of each of the black men she passed on her way. She climbed right back on to Lavrell's lap, secretly hoping he had pulled his cock free so she could slip it inside her.

She kissed him passionately and then pulled back to look at him as if waiting to see what he wanted. Her heart leapt with desire when he said, "Call white boy to get his ass over here." Immediately, she was reaching for her phone. Lavrell exchanged a glance with Marcus as they marveled at the evolution they had set in motion.

As Amanda finally dug the phone from her purse, Lavrell pressed his thumb to her clit through her dress and Amanda nearly immediately erupted in orgasm. She gripped the phone tightly with one hand and Lavrell's shoulder with the other as the sensation washed over her.

Lavrell continued a slow, steady rub of her clit, keeping the fire alive, as he pulled her ear towards his mouth. Amanda could feel his breath on her ear as she pressed the call button. Lavrell said in his smooth, deep voice, "I think you should thank Derrick for joining us tonight. Don't you?"

She leaned into Lavrell, at first pressing her ear against his mouth, before turning her face towards his and sucking his tongue into her mouth. She felt the eyes of others upon her as she did this and it only served to further her arousal. She broke the kiss and pulled back just enough so their lips were still touching as she spoke, "What do you have in mind?" She knew what he had in mind, but she wanted to hear Lavrell say it.

"I want you to show your son's friend what you've learned from the tutoring you been getting."

Her clit was again ready to pulse at his words, the thoughts they provoked, and the sensation Lavrell's thumb was providing; and when she heard Eddie's voice on the other end of the phone calling out to her, "Mom? Mom?" it did. She looked back at Derrick who was standing just two feet from her this whole time, and her eyes hooded over as she leaned her head into Lavrell's shoulder. The look on Derrick's face as he witnessed this was priceless and it only encouraged her further.

When she finally could generate the muscles to move, she giggled to herself that she felt drunk even though she barely had half the margarita she ordered earlier. Amanda absentmindedly spoke into the phone, "Eddie, time for my ride honey." as she reached for Derrick's hand and he gently helped her to her feet. She barely heard his "Yes mom" reply. Derrick was aroused at the sexual display of the beauty before him, but still uncertain about where his lines were.

Amanda helped define those lines for him when she said, "Derrick baby, when Eddie gets here, care to escort me back to the hotel?"

Derrick looked at her with a sense of disbelief, but at the same time the college junior wanted to maintain his cool to avoid any perception of inexperience. He glanced towards Lavrell with an unspoken query "You cool with this" and received a slight head nod from the larger black male.

Derrick then reached down and pitched Amanda's face up towards his own and said, "Yea, I'd love to Mrs. Cooper."

Amanda's knees were momentarily weakened when he addressed her in that formal manner as it reinforced her unfaithful conduct in her own mind. With a sense of gratitude for almost reminding her that she was married, Amanda looked up at Derrick and, adding her own family reference, said, "My son should be here any minute. How about if you and me are outside waiting when he pulls up?"

Derrick was now beginning to make the mental connections of what he had witnessed. He was coming to the realization that Amanda and the black men were involved in some sort of action to either humiliate or arouse Eddie in the course of their sexual play. He wasn't exactly sure which it was, but it certainly seemed as if she liked toying with her son.

When Eddie arrived, the sight he found on the sidewalk momentarily caused him to swerve the car before getting it under control. Right in front of the club were his mother and the student he was tutoring. Derrick had his hand draped over Amanda's shoulder and she had her arm wrapped around him. Her free hand was resting against his chest as she looked up at him with a distinct impression of subordination. They looked like a couple. A sexually active couple that were on their way to have fun.

Eddie felt the first bead of sweat form on his brow as he put the car in park about 15 feet from the two of them. He sat there just taking in the sight as his penis hardened in his pants. A few moments later Amanda spotted his car and waved and the couple made their way to towards the car. Eddie watched as his mother fished out her phone as they walked, rapidly did something and then put the phone away.

Eddie was briefly confused as Amanda and Derrick paused outside the car and he was wondering if they expected him to open the doors for them. His mother's ass was in perfect viewing position at the passenger window with the added beauty of Derrick's hand resting on her hip. Just as he resigned himself to get out and open the door, he saw Lavrell and Marcus step out of the club. Eddie figured she and Derrick must have just stepped outside to wait on him and then texted Lavrell when he arrived. He wondered if he was going to catch any grief for making them wait and started to think of excuses.

Amanda rapped gently on the window and motioned for Eddie to put it down. He did and she told him to lean forward so Marcus could see him in the windshield. Eddie obediently followed her instruction and then he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Amanda and Derrick had leaned down also. And then he saw Marcus' camera. He was taking a picture of Eddie picking up his mother and Derrick at the club. Eddie's penis surged again and he silently hoped his combined red faced arousal and embarrassment would not be captured in the shot.

What the camera did see was a smiling Amanda, cheek to cheek with Derrick, leaning towards the car as she held her thumb pointing in Eddie's direction. Eddie's expression had his eyes wide and mouth slightly open in surprise.

Once the picture was taken, Amanda and Derrick both hopped in the backseat of Eddie's car and she told Eddie, "Honey, wave goodbye to Lavrell and Marcus." With shame Eddie obeyed his mother.

Nothing was said on the ride as Eddie couldn't find the ability to speak or keep his thoughts long enough to find something to say. Derrick was too focused on Amanda, and she was focused on gently rubbing the bulge in Derrick's pants, while keeping one eye on Eddie in the rearview mirror.

Eddie pulled up to the hotel and paused, unsure what to do. Amanda let him know, "Come get the door honey." Faster than he would have thought, Eddie quickly leapt from the car and raced around to open his mother's door.

Amanda slowly slid out, spreading her legs ever so slightly and giving Eddie the briefest of glances of her shaved pussy. Then, as Derrick got out of the car, Amanda stepped up to her son and laying a forearm on each shoulder, her face only inches from his, said, "Honey, keep your phone nearby. And," she paused deliberately, "I hope you have clean socks." Then she winked at him and gave him a peck on the cheek before turning away and walking arm and arm with Derrick into the hotel.

Ten minutes later, Eddie was breathless after running up to his dorm room and flopping on the bed. He already had launched his priceless video on his phone with his penis tucked inside a white tube sock. The bulk of the sock lay limp off the edge of his short white, but rock hard, shaft. He was torn between relieving his swollen balls right then, or waiting for the call from his mother, which may or may not happen, to finish the act. His penis made the decision for him as he quickly began to cum.

Over the course of those 10 minutes Amanda introduced herself, her new self, to Derrick. This was the only version of Amanda Derrick would know to exist. Running counter to typical chivalry, she opened the hotel door for him and let him inside first. Once inside, she motioned for him to take a seat on the bed and then did an impromptu striptease for him. No words were spoken. Her routine took not time at all since the only clothing she wore was the dress itself. Once it fell from her shoulders and hit the floor, Amanda was completely naked.

Derrick drank in the sight as Amanda cupped her breasts and tweaked each nipple before running her hands down her flat belly towards her shaved love canal.

Amanda delicately licked the middle finger of her left hand, holding her hand at her mouth to ensure Derrick got a look at her wedding ring, before lowering it to her clit. She desperately wanted to finger herself to orgasm, but she knew her proper place was to please Derrick first.

She could see the lust smoldering in his eyes, so just before she reached her orgasm, she stopped touching herself and knelt before the aroused college junior. "May I take you cock out Derrick?"

Derrick just nodded his consent and Amanda thanked him with a smile as she fished his shaft from his pants. She heard his intake of breath when her hands wrapped around his cock and then again when she pulled his cock free.

"Mmmmm...baby...yea. I love the sight of black cock in my hand," she said, almost as if talking to herself. She then planted a kiss on the head of Derrick's cock and again heard that wonderful breath of pleasure from him.

She paused a moment and looked up at him, and said, "Lavrell and Marcus have been good teachers for me. I've never done anything like this for my husband, but here I am with you. And this is where I want to be." She smiled at him before taking a long lick from his sack up to the crown of his cock. Smiling again, she continued, "And this is something else I've never done for my husband."

And with that, she pushed his black shaft into her throat.

Mrs. Amanda Cooper proceeded to give Derrick the blowjob of his life. He had experienced other girls, whether in high school or college, but he never had someone's wife. And certainly never the mother of one of his friends, though he really only interacted with Eddie for tutoring purposes. But here they were in her hotel room, her mouth pleasuring his swollen black shaft as if it was her prime purpose in life. All these factors combined and Derrick knew he wasn't going to last.




Amanda's Path to Discovery Pt. 05



Amanda seemed to sense that too. She briefly pulled his cock from her mouth and looked up at him, "Don't worry about holding back baby. I want to suck you off. There will be plenty of time for another go after this." Then she took him back into her mouth.

A few moments later, with her eyes locked on his, Derrick's balls contracted and began to empty their contents into Amanda's sucking mouth. She stroked his shaft with expertise as her tongue nursed the head, each rope of cum painting her tongue and eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

Derrick's cock barely had time to settle down. For shortly after he finished cumming, he witnessed one of the more erotic sights he had ever seen. Amanda reached for her phone and dialed Eddie on Facetime. Derrick could see over her shoulder the image on the screen, the same image Eddie would see once he answered - Amanda kneeling naked between two spread black thighs.

The phone barely rang before Eddie answered it, and he was immediately shamed because he knew instantly where his mother was and who those legs belonged to. Yet the desire to see her sexuality and to feel his own humiliation drove him on.

Amanda greeted him with a smile, "Hi honey. I'm really coming to like your friend Derrick. Want to say hi?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned the phone towards Derrick's face. At first, Derrick wanted no part of it, but then something came over him. Maybe it was Amanda still stroking his cock. Or maybe it was the sight of her holding up the phone for him. Or maybe it was a desire to take part in this shaming of Eddie. Whatever the case, he felt his cock begin to stir again as he spoke, "Hey Eddie. Uh, I'm really glad I got to meet your mom. I think your tutoring me is going to have some nice side benefits."

Eddie could hear his mother giggle in the background to that line before she turned the camera back to herself. "Ok honey, well, Derrick and I are going to be busy for a bit. You might get a call from Lavrell or Marcus for a ride, so keep your phone on. And, I might surprise you with another call myself. Have a good night honey!"

Eddie barely got the words "Yes mom" out before she hung up.

Amanda tossed the phone to the side and climbed up on to Derrick's lap, "Are you ready for round 2 lover? Ever put this cock in a married pussy before?"

Amanda surprised herself with her own language, but it somehow seemed appropriate. She was fully embracing her new life and wanted to live it to the fullest.

Derrick was a bit struck by her aggressiveness also and he couldn't think quickly enough to answer her. Amanda simply smiled at him as she now knew the answer. Balancing herself on his shoulder with her right hand, she used her left to position his shaft at her moist pussy lips.

"Watch it slide in me baby." as she slowly bore down on it. "I looooovvvvee toooo seeee it slip insiiiide meeeee." Amanda said as she began to orgasm. Amanda felt his pubic hair touching her shaved mound as she came and she knew she had all his cock inside her. She ground her hips as she let her orgasm wash over her.

Then she began to ride Derrick's black shaft. The sensation and the naughtiness of fucking this young black man who knew her son was incredible. And she felt a need within her to please him for providing her this pleasure.

Amanda began to fuck him in earnest, rising up high enough to almost let his cock slip from her pussy only to slide back down and swallow it up again.

The hotel air conditioner could not keep up with the heat being generated by their fucking and Amanda felt a light sheen of sweat begin to form on her lower back. She smiled inwardly to herself as she debated whether this should be her workout routine instead of swimming.

Amanda had her eyes locked on Derrick's and she could see that he wanted to cum but was unsure if she was ok with him cumming inside her. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear, "Cum inside me baby. I want to feel it."

That was all Derrick was waiting for. Her breath was still pushing the words across his ear when he grabbed her hips and lunged his shaft upwards into her. His balls launched their second serving of the night into her beckoning pussy as she clamped herself down on him to keep it all inside.

Amanda continued a slow grind on his cock to coax all his testicles had to offer before gently slipping herself off him. Derrick's eyes were wide as she sunk to her knees between his legs and said, "This is something else I've learned." as she began to slowly nurse and clean his cock of their mingled fluids.

Once done, Amanda sat back on her heels and looked up at Derrick with a smile, but before she could get any words out, she saw him glance at her phone and then back to her.

Amanda's smile broadened as she asked him, "You want me to call Eddie?"

Derrick didn't speak; he just slowly nodded his head.

Amanda made a bit of a show of sliding her naked torso across his lower abdomen as she grabbed her phone. Smiling at him as she found Eddie in her contacts, she said, "You boys make me so naughty towards my son.", and then she pressed the call button.

Eddie answered with a startled sounding "Hello?" as if not realizing it was his mother calling.

"Eddie honey," she said in a sexy voice, "did I startle you?" She left the phone on speaker so Derrick could listen in.

"Uh, no mom. I just wasn't expecting you to call. I am on my way to pick up Lavrell and Marcus at the club."

"Oh really? I didn't know that."

"Uh, sorry mom. Should I have called you? I, uh, I just figured they might have let you know. I'm sorry."

Amanda giggled a bit at his apology and she could hear Derrick chuckle lightly in the background. She gave him a sexy smile and rubbed her hand across his chest as she spoke to her son, "Are you bringing them back to the hotel?"

"Uh, yea, I think so. They just said to come get them."

"OK honey, good. You be sure and text me when you get there. Understand?"

"Yes mom."

A few minutes later Eddie was pulling up to the club and saw Lavrell and Marcus standing outside. He pulled up out front and as they started towards the car Eddie picked up his phone to text his mother to let them know he was there.

He just finished texting her as Lavrell opened the door and immediately asked him, "Who the fuck you texting white boy?"

A surprised Eddie answered, "Uh sir, my mother wanted me to let her know when I got here."

As if on cue, Lavrell's phone rang and he looked at Marcus with a smile before answering it on speaker, "'sup little bitch?"

Amanda, not knowing the phone was on speaker, replied, "Hey baby, just making sure my white boy son is there."

Eddie immediately felt the embarrassed redness in his face which was made worse when both Lavrell and Marcus laughed. It was capped when Lavrell looked at him and held his phone out, "You here right white boy?"

"Um, yes sir, yes mom, I'm here."

Now Derrick's laughter joined the two other black men as Amanda giggled at the thought of her inadvertently public question. But it didn't dissuade her. "Well good honey. You be sure and get them here safely. And do me a favor. Text when you park the car."

Eddie paused a moment in confusion before responding slightly breathlessly, "Park the car? You want me to come to the room?"

"Why not honey? Don't you want to spend some time with me?"

Eddie's penis was stiff in response to the humiliation he was receiving, but it stiffened more at the thought of being able to see his mother again. "Yes mom, of course I want to see you. I just thought you wanted to be alone with..." He didn't catch himself fast enough.

"Oohh, honey," Amanda replied, "don't stop now. I think I liked where that thought was going."

"Uh, nothing mom. Uh, I'll let you know when we are there."

The combination of the conversation and the feeling of Lavrell and Marcus' eyes on him nearly caused Eddie to lose oxygen to his brain. He paused a moment to take a deep breath and then directed the car towards the hotel.

Lavrell ended the conversation with, "Be there in a bit little bitch."

Ten minutes later, with all of that time filled with Amanda rubbing or kissing all over Derrick's body, and her son speechless and almost panting as he drove her other black lovers to her hotel, Eddie was putting the car in park in a hotel parking lot.

"Text your momma that we here white boy."

Eddie did and did not want to send the text, but he knew he had no options. And deep down inside, it was what he wanted anyway. Immediately after sending the "We are here mom.' text, he felt that adrenaline rush he was coming so accustomed to.

As they got out of the car he heard his sexy mother's voice from Lavrell's phone, "Eddie honey, please knock on the door. I think I brought both room keys in my purse."

Lavrell and Marcus exchanged a glance because they both knew they each had a key on them. But they remained silent because they wanted to see what was in store.

"Yes mom." Eddie replied.

The elevator ride to the room with Lavrell and Marcus was incredibly uncomfortable for Eddie. The two black men crowded him, making him feel small and inferior. Plus, knowing his mother, who just had sex with a friend of his, was right down the hall had him aroused. Every time his mind drifted in that direction he could feel his penis surge and his heart rate pick up.

What he did not realize was how heavy he was breathing. Just before the elevator reached their floor, Lavrell looked at him and said, "You gonna make it white boy? You fucking panting."

With that, the subtle ding of the elevator let them know they had reached their floor and the door opened. Standing there was a mother and daughter who were roughly Amanda and Eddie's ages. Their reactions to his appearance made Eddie aware that he must have been doing much more than just panting. They looked at him, then at one another, and then made futile efforts at suppressing giggles as they passed each other in the elevator door.

Eddie could feel his mouth run dry at what he must look like. And just like that he was aware that all the saliva that should have been in his mouth was now seeping from his forehead as he broke into a sweat.

He tried to remain calm as they walked down the hallway towards the room, but he was only partially successful. Knowing his mother was there was making it almost impossible. Each step seemed to increase his heart rate.

Finally there, he paused at the door and, taking a deep breath, he knocked.

It only took a moment before the door opened. On the other side was his mother, Mrs. Amanda Cooper, clad in only the t-shirt Derrick had worn to the room. Seeing her smile at him made all the anxiety, shame, and humiliation he had faced to this point worth it. And when she stepped up to him and kissed him on the lips, after her mouth had so recently been pleasing Derrick's black cock, he felt himself swoon slightly.

Amanda ushered her son and her two black lovers into the room, and it was then that Eddie realized she had on Derrick's shirt. He didn't say anything and didn't need to as his expression said it all. Still, Amanda needed to drive the point home, "Like my new t-shirt honey?" she asked as she motioned with her hands at her top, which featured her nipples attempting to bulge through. "Derrick is letting me borrow it." Then she giggled and added, "At least while my dress is laying on the floor."

Eddie looked at the dress lying in a heap on the floor and let out an audible sigh. Amanda then set her plan in motion.

She stepped up to her son and directed him towards the rolling chair in the room. Then speaking very close to him said, "Come on honey. It looks like you need to sit down."

Eddie obediently followed her lead and sat down. Amanda swiveled the chair so it was facing her lovers and then stepped behind her son. She proceeded to rub his shoulders, speaking directly into his ear so he could feel her breath as she spoke yet her eyes remained on her black lovers, "Eddie honey, you seem so tense. Is everything ok?"

Eddie was afraid to answer because he felt he might squeak out a response, he could only mutter a cracking voiced, "Mmmhmm"

The three black men stared in disbelief as they took in the contrasting scene before them. Amanda was highly aroused and her eyes were on fire with lust. Eddie, also highly aroused, had the undeniable appearance of embarrassment. Yet, despite this contrast, this was where both mother and son wanted to be.

Amanda continued to speak softly into her son's ear as she rubbed his shoulders, then she paused a moment, smiled at the men as she rose up, and pulled Derrick's t-shirt off. She let it fall to the floor as she resumed massaging her son's shoulders, her tits now plainly visible for the three black men.

Eddie had no idea his mother was now topless immediately behind him, but even with the humiliation of sitting before these men in this situation, his penis couldn't help but stir at her touch.

Amanda leaned in close again, whispering to her son, "Honey, you should just relax. I'm just here visiting you and having fun with my friends. You don't mind that do you?" Her tits were pressed together as she spoke these words, forming a wonderful view for her lovers as they took in the view.

She continued, "Why don't you take your shoes off and sit back. I'm going to thank these men, these lovely black men, for taking me on this trip and showing me," then pausing to giggle briefly, "well, us, just exactly what it is we like." And with that, she planted a kiss on his ear and rotated his chair ninety degrees so he was facing her.

With her naked beauty now in his sight, Eddie's penis immediately surged to its insufficient fullness as Amanda's nipples flared. So enchanted was he with his mother's seduction, that he momentarily forgot the presence of the three men, only coming back to that reality when one of them offered a "Fuck yesss." as she came fully into their view. Eddie's face turned crimson at his realization, but at this point the men were now focused on Amanda. Stringing out her son's situation for just one more second, Amanda lightly swooshed her fingers across Eddie's face as she now turned her full attention towards her black threesome.

Amanda stepped towards the men, gently gliding her hand, which had just been touching her son's cheek, across their knees, hands, or shoulders as she made a seductive pass before them; they sat transfixed at the presentation she made.

She then paused, and glancing briefly at her son, she knelt before the three black men. With that action, four zippers were dropped and three black cocks and one white penis were freed from their confinement.

Mrs. Amanda Cooper, Eddie's mother, looked up at the men seated before her and said, "Lavrell, Marcus, and now you Derrick, I'd like to thank you for helping me discover myself. For helping me understand my desires. And also," as she turned her gaze towards Eddie, "for helping my son understand something about himself. Now, how about if we show him just what I've learned from you?"

With that statement still hanging in the air, Amanda leaned forward to take Lavrell's cock into mouth and wrapped a hand around the shafts of Marcus and Derrick. Eddie, his heart racing and breathing heavily, grabbed his penis and began to stroke himself as he witnessed his mother's decadent behavior.

This was Amanda's first time with three black men at the same time and she was enraptured with the power before her. Shortly after she slipped to her knees, the three men stood up and almost surrounded her, leaving only a short viewing window for her son to peek through.

She sucked each cock to full hardness and it wasn't long before her naked tits became wet with the saliva, drool, and pre-cum dripping from her lips as she worked them.

Eddie was pumping his penis furiously as his eyes drank in the sight. He slipped his member inside one of his socks as he stroked himself. He knew he would not be able to hold out with this much visual and physical stimulation, but he was desperate to prolong things as long as he could.

He lasted until his eyes caught sight of a string of his mother's saliva begin to hang from her extended right nipple like a drop of morning dew waiting to drip from a flower petal.

And his penis erupted.

Amanda, who was surreptitiously watching her son stroke himself, could sense by the look on his face that he was cumming. She wasn't sure which cock she had in her mouth, but she let out a moan and pushed it into her throat as she saw the dark spot in her son's sock began to grow.

The combination of the moan and sensation of being in her throat caused the black cock to release its own contents into her mouth.

She swallowed all it had to offer her.

Amanda briefly glanced up to see who she had just swallowed and noticed it was Derrick. She gave him the briefest of winks before moving her mouth to one of the other two black shafts in front of her. Their testicles also pumped their seed into her mouth and belly.

Over the course of that evening Amanda fucked each of the three men, either on her back, on her hands and knees, or riding them. There was very little sleep to be had except for her exhausted son who continually relieved himself before finally succumbing to the excessive mental and physical stimulation and passing out.

Events continued through the remainder of the trip before it finally concluded with a naked Amanda posing for pictures, wearing only a broad smile, kneeling next to her sleeping son, as she held a black cock in each hand and the third pressing against her cheek.

Her journey of discovery was now complete.