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Black Orchid

By: anubiis



"Hey, baby," my mother greeted me as she always did as she brushed by me in the hallway that morning, "Get your shower and come-on to breakfast, we're running a little late." 

Our morning routine had become a well-choreographed dance. We never needed alarm clocks since our bedrooms in the small apartment were we lived were next to each other.  I had developed into a light enough sleeper that I would awaken to sound of her moving about in the morning. She always took here shower first and we'd exchanged our ritual morning kiss and hello. Like rumba dancers, we'd instinctively swing past each other in the cramped hallway with a kind of sixth sense we’d developed.

I adored my mother. She had taken care of me by herself ever since my dad had left one day to 'find himself' eight years ago and apparently had lost his way home. Without missing a beat, she went out and found work as a loan processor for a bank downtown and had since worked way up to underwriter, whatever that was. She rarely talked about him after that. All I know is I never went hungry or barefoot a day since 'dear old dad' left thanks to her. She worked hard and did a great job of raising me without a man around making sure I made it off to school before she'd race for her own bus and somehow managing to get home in the afternoon in time put together a meal for two. Nothing fancy, often just burgers on toast and fries, but it was important to her to be there for me at the beginning and the end of the day and I loved her for it. She was something else.

Maybe it was how are bodies made contact in the hallway that morning. Normally, we breezed through the apartment instinctively knowing each others moves voiding collisions. But this day was different. All fresh smelling from her shower as she made her way her way to the kitchen the heat from her just washed skin seemed to create an invisible, atmosphere that suspended the fragrance of her bath oils where only the deliberate rubbing of our bodies would unleash.

"Wow, you smell really nice today, Mama," I said out of reaction to the wonderful scent.

She paused and cocked her head a bit. A sheepish smile spread across her still moist lips. "Well aren't you sweet," she replied. The towel wrapped around her still damp head pulled her hair completely off her face. She glowed with genuine appreciation to my compliment.

I always loved to make her smile and wanted to see it again. Placing my hands squarely on her shoulders, I bent forward to take a long whiff of her neck.

"Mmmm, niice." I breathed. "What's it called?"

"Uh, 'Black Orchid', honey," she said slowly. At seventeen, I had sprouted up to 5' 10'' over the summer and I stood nearly a half-foot over her. I pulled back in amazement to see that her face had the look of a child opening a Christmas present. Her eyes had slit into a dreamy look and she took a long sucking breath through her teeth. Briefly, confused, I dropped my hands quickly to my sides but I remained transfixed by the effect of my actions upon her. 

After a long pause, her eyes popped open and she seemed to spring back to life. Spinning her bare toes in the direction of the kitchen, she whisked off, "Enough flirting now. Get your shower and come eat, baby," she tossed over her shoulder. 

As the smell of her dewy skin trailed away, I noticed something else that was out of the ordinary. Instead her usual terry robe Mama had chosen, perhaps in haste, to put one of my tee shirts after her bath. It was just a plain white tee with a Nike ‘Just Do It’ logo stitched over the heart. I usually bought them extra-large for a loose fit for basketball, but her body filled it out in ways that my wiry frame never could. She would be thirty-six in August, exactly twice my age, but it was apparent that all those years of running for busses and climbing the four flights of stairs to our flat allowed her to maintain admirably fit body.

Mama was a fairly modest lady. She would wrap the bathrobe around her body so that she would be mostly covered. However, when she would reach across the kitchen table at breakfast and I would sometimes be treated to a brief view of her ample 34D cleavage. Thanks to pull of gravity, the tops of her breasts would spill forward held in place only by the 'V' in the neckline. Now dressed in my tee shirt, though no skin was visible, her breasts strained against the thin white fabric as if she were smuggling a pair of succulent ripe melons. Her smooth tapered legs and well formed calves thrust from the hem, alternately flashing a warm cocoa-brown as the natural light in the hallway bounced off them. My eyes fixed upon a nicely shaped upturned booty, now uncamouflaged by the bulk of terry cloth, swaying as she disappeared into the kitchen. I was almost embarrassed to find myself looking upon my mother as a woman but my dick didn’t seem to share my feelings of guilt. The reactionary swelling of my still teen-age rod began to bulge my briefs out into a noticeable tent.

I quickly made my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. The reaction of seeing such a luscious ass and legs so soon after getting out bed was just too much. After straining to free my swollen rod from it from its 50-50 cotton-poly shroud, the chubby flesh sprung out and plopped against my flat stomach. The mushroom head was aimed at me like a cocked pistol and the edges of slit forming the pee-hole turned up in a sardonic smile. 

"Damn," I thought, "Did Mama notice my dick was hard?" My adolescent mind then began to ring up thoughts like a cash register, "Did I fuck up grabbing her like that?" "Did she feel me staring at her ass?" "What could she be thinking now?"

I pulled a towel from the rack over the tub and began soaking it under a stream of warm water in the sink. "This ain't good", I thought. I had been getting involuntary hard-ons since I was nine but, until now, I could manage to conceal my peanut sized erections from her. But now that my dick had stretched out to an 9 inch ebony baton thanks to almost nightly beat-offs and almost as regular 'fuck and runs' with Tamia Hill, a juicy assed, if butt-ugly, girl I'd known since grade school in the back stairwell, it was becoming a challenge.  As I lathered up my lower torso and ran a soapy hand towel over my erection, the thought of what Mama must look like under that tee shirt caused my stiffy to throb painfully. As continued to scrub my chub, the fully engorged purplish bulb swelled as I squeezed and stroked the shaft. Thankfully, it seemed too be enough to bring the swelling down enough to fold it over double and stuff back into my shorts. 

As I prepared to hang my towel behind the door, I saw that Mama had left her familiar robe on the same hook. I draped the towel over it and smoothed them both down to allow the door to open fully. Peeking from one of the robe's pockets was a dainty, pink-colored brassiere and, stuffed deeper inside, a matching pair of silken panties. I gently rolled the satiny material between my fingers enjoying their smooth, slippery feel. My mouth began to water as I mischievously contemplated taking a quick sniff. “What the fuck?” I thought and I pressed the silken cloth to my nostrils and inhaled. The spicy, sweet aroma of residual womanhood imbedded in the fabric made me delightfully light-headed. Coupled with the image of what I had just seen in the hall, I felt myself experiencing another sensory overload. I felt my dick stir again but this time I reached down with my free hand and pulled the waist band of my underwear down past my hips and set it free. 

I resigned myself to going to hell for lusting after my own mother and began to flick the pimply flesh on the crown of my dick. I imagined that I could probably stroke my self to orgasm just on the mental image of her ass alone. 

As I pumped away, hoping to squeeze off a quick one before breakfast I wondered, “Why no bra this morning?", and, “Why did she choose wear one of my tee shirts instead of her favorite and familiar robe?” “Naw, that can't be it”, I thought. “Did she want me to see her like that? Naaww! She couldn't have been cock-teasing her own son, could she?” 

I caught a glance of myself in the mirror over the sink and began to assess myself. I was only eighteen, but I had matured noticeably over the past year. I had lost a lot of my 'baby fat' and, thanks to marathon b-balling sessions at the neighborhood court, my torso was lean and cut. Even my face had lost its childish look and become more angular. Perhaps that's what Mama saw in the hallway. Her little boy was becoming a man and the thought of her approval was enough to bring my swollen balls to a full boil. With a few more tight fisted pumps my hips bucked as I launched a creamy load of juice into the bathroom sink. I lurched forward as I lunged into my mother’s phantom pussy plopping globs of pearly sperm into the sink. Staring into the now steamed over mirror I watched my orgasm-contorted face return to normal. With a sigh, I turned on the sink’s hot water spigot and watched, mournfully, as the expulsion swirled down the drain.

"Raaayymoooond!" I heard Mama's voice sing from the outer side of the closed door. "Hurry up, baby! Breakfast is getting cold!"

Jolted from my sexual stupor, it was now back-to-reality time. Stuffing the bra and panties back into the robe pocket, I quickly hiked up my drawers and snatched a pair of baggy jeans I had laid out on bathtub drying rack the night before.

"Be right out, Mama!" I responded, clumsily hopping on one leg in the confines of the tiny room. Without thinking I asked, “Have you seen the white shirt I had hung up in here?"

There was an awkward silence and then, "Oh!" came the muffled reply. “I just threw it on. I didn't realize you were going to wear it today."

"That's OK," I called back.

"Just hand out my robe, will you?" she responded. "And get a move on. It’s almost 8 o' clock."

Sensing her urgency, I quickly pulled the robe from the hook on the door and threw the door open to hand it out to her.

I wasn't ready for what I saw on the other side.

My mother totally was naked from the neck down doing what could only be described as a frantic hoochie-coochie dance in the hallway. While I was handing out her robe, she in-turn must have decided at the same time to give back my tee shirt. Assuming I would crack open the door just enough to hand it out to her, she decided to take the shirt off for the swap. As the door swung open, she had managed to roll the shirt above her breasts and was struggling to stretch the collar over her head. She apparently hadn't compensated for the towel she still had wrapped around her wet hair. In her apparent struggle to free herself, she definitely wasn't aware that her son was now standing in front of her in half amusement...and half amazement at the vision before him. 

Mama's hips were wide in portion to upper body but well balanced by a pair of full, round titties that bounced softly in the light now flooding the hall. She had marble-size nipples nestled atop chocolate cookie sized areolas. Her lower belly was smooth with just a hint of 'pooch'. A triangle of black curls covered a place that I'd visited only once before in my life.

With a final tug she finally managed to pop the neck of the tee-shirt over her head and with it the towel wrap. Her damp curly hair, the exact same texture as the curly bush between her legs, burst forth and cascaded around her shoulders and into her face.

"Whew...shit!" she yelped, having almost suffocated herself. "Ray," she called, still not realizing the bathroom door stood wide open, "Here's your shirt. My robe, please." 

She gasped and froze as bundled shirt and towel she thrust forwarded didn't hit the hardwood door, but instead, smacked squarely into the softer flesh of my chest. With her free hand she pulled and hair from her eyes blinking and squinting from the light from the bath. As her eyes began to focus, I could see by the slow nodding motion of her head that she was taking my practically naked silhouette in. I could make out her lips mouthing the words, "Daaaaaamn."

"I'm sorry, Mom", I said. 

"N-No, don't be" she stuttered, continuing to allow her eyes to examine my body. After a long pause she said, "Don't be sorry at all."

Dropping the shirt to her side, she suddenly realized that she was more exposed as I was and a flash of belated surprise caused her face to flush. "Oh, my god!," she gasped as she brought her arms up in a futile attempt at covering her shapely torso. Realizing that her modesty had come too late, she let the lump of clothes drop to the floor and stood up straight before me, throwing her arms out to her sides in a comical 'wassup' pose.

"Well, this is only fair," she reasoned with a toothy grin, "So, what do you think of your old mom, then."

I knew that she was trying to make the best of an awkward moment, but it was all too funny, yet, all too sexy a situation to pass up. I played along. "Mmmm,” I said looking her over, “Nice bod, mom".

Encouraged by my assessment, she pulled her shoulders back thrusting her tits forward and actually jiggled them at me. "What about these," she asked. "Alright for a thirty-sum' sum', mama?"

Trying hard to act cool, I was secretly thrilled at how relaxed she was. Here was my beautiful mother allowing me to check her out and I could tell by her mischievous smile that she was enjoying it. Standing naked together in the hallway, all inhibitions had melted away and I didn't mind pouring it on.

"Nice titties, uh, I mean breasts...nice legs, too, mama" I gushed.

"So, you think your mama’s 'fine', huh?” she urged.

“Ma’am?” I gulped. This was beginning to cross into the fantasy zone.

“Come on, now. You’re a growing young man, I want to know if I still ‘got’ it,” she continued. 

"Oh, definitely...." I answered with an accompanying nod. “Definitely.” 

We laughed nervously together to ease the tension. But there was no denying her a definite physical reaction. Her nipples plumped up and jut out like little pencil erasers. Her eyes began to close into that dreamy look that I had seen earlier when I sampled her perfume.

"I can see that you mean it too, hon", she sighed as she again let her gaze wander down my chest and to my crotch. My dick had once again freed itself from my underpants was now poking out like a prairie dog from its burrow. "My," she said with earnest. "I hadn't realized just how much you'd grown...up over the summer."

"Well", she continued in a sexy breathiness, "You might as well see the rest." Casting her arms further out in graceful ballerina pose, she spun to turn her back to me. Her shoulder blades jutted out from her long narrow back. Her ass had two little dimples just at the curve of her spine. Her magnificent cheeks were brown, round, and luscious. I licked the drool that formed in the corner of my mouth and bit my lower lip to temper my heavy breathing.

"And?" she inquired.

I couldn't say a word. I was just stunned at her brazenness. I had fantasized about 'experienced' older women, but I never considered getting a lesson from my own mother. And here, without a care to how right or wrong it might have been, she was presenting me a piece of the finest booty I had ever seen in my young life and she didn't seem to give a fuck about how I was reacting to it. If this was going to turn out to be more than an ‘anatomy lesson’, I wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass.

I didn’t want to waste time. If Mama wanted to get her body rocked I, as her obedient son, was more than ready to oblige. Jamming my thumbs into the sides of my shorts, I quickly pulled them and my jeans to the floor and shuffled toward her. With my hips and dick leading the way, I moved in behind my mother and began slowly sliding engorged prong up and down the crevice of her butt cleavage. Although it appeared firm, her behind was delightfully soft and pliant as my nuts slid into her ass valley. She shivered in delight as she instinctively lifted off the floor on her toes to adjust to the height difference of our burning crotches.

"Ooooo, I like that answer," she cooed. Leaning back into me she began to gyrate her tasty cakes against my groin.

“You want me to keep going, Mama?" I asked, still in disbelief of this incredible moment. 

Peering at me over shoulder with devilish-angelic eyes, "Oh yes, believe me I do, baby", she assured me. "Mama's been needing this for such a long time and now you're ready." She punctuated her assurance by thrusting her hips against mine and rolling them in rhythm.

We spent a few luxurious moments grinding against each other and basking in the intimacy of our body contact. Her hands crept up the wall, tensing and flexing as they went as I humped her unbelievable soft ass. I pressed against her taut back and rested my hands on top of hers. Once again I plunged my nose to her neck and nuzzled her ear. "Mmmm, Black Orchid", I whispered. " Will you wear it all the time for me, Mama?”

“Yes, my darling,” she answered. “I bought it with you in mind.” Tilting her head back, we kissed. Our tongues slurping hungrily as our lips met. 

I couldn't hold out any longer. Consumed with boiling lust, I was ready to bury my cock in her, but her bucking buttocks presented a moving target. I took one hand off the wall and grabbed a handful of cheek in attempt to slow her gyrations. As I clumsily poked and prodded in an attempt to split her fluffy bush she spun around to face me. She looked me straight in the eye with a familiar ‘mama-knows-best’ earnestness. 

"Slow down, young man", she admonished me with a sly grin. “You aren’t going to just pump your Mother’s pussy like some quick piece of ass, are you?”

My eyes widened with dis-belief.

“The stairwell makes for a pretty good echo chamber, huh?” she teased.

“I guess.” I replied sheepishly. Damn, was I busted.

“Don’t worry,” she said soothingly. “Today you’ll have all the time to learn what makes a lady’s body feel good.”

Reaching into my crotch with both hands, she clasped my rod and began to roll it between her palms. "So juicy," she sighed in a faraway voice. "And so big and full, too! Half talking to it and half talking to me, she asked in a girlish but sexy voice, "Can mommy suck on her baby's big ol' pee-pee"? 

I smiled at her sweetness, but I was putty in her hands. She needed absolutely no permission.

"Yes, ma'am," I said softly. "Please do it, Mama".

With a smile, she leaned forward and plunged her face into my crotch. Her wide, bright pink tongue flicked from her full lips as she luxuriously slathered the underside of my balls with saliva and made a soft snorting noise as she inhaled the scent between my legs.

"Goodness!" she smacked between licks. "I had [slurp!] almost forgotten [smack!] how delicious a man tasted [mmmmmm]!" She continued from my balls and proceeded to run her tongue along the thick veins of my shaft. Soon she made her way to my head but took extra time to send me through the ceiling by slurping and sliding her teeth around the sensitive crown before mercifully plopping it into her mouth.

Watching her cheeks expand and contract with the fullness of my flesh was my most erotic experience ever. Sure, I had had my knob slobbed on by girls who didn't want to give up the pussy, but the way mama was sucking me was primal and experienced. She really knew how to suck. My balls twitched with her every moan as beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. Her tiny hands clutched my pole like a baby clasping a bottle as she bobbed her head back and forth. Lost in total ecstasy, her eyes closed and nostrils flared she lovingly took me in. Her throat constricted has she simultaneously swallowed droplets of my pre-cum and gulped for air. Although I had come less than fifteen minutes before, Mama’s adept tonguing soon brought me back to full throttle. My balls began to swell as I anticipated another gush of juice, this time not into a cold plumbing fixture, but into my mother’s hot and eagerly awaiting mouth.


Black Orchid Ch. 02



It seemed the longest day of my life. The entire school day was a warm, dreamy blur of unregistered conversations with friends, sternly repeated, "Did you hear the question, Mr. Sandborn?" from teachers, and "Get your head oucha ass and watch where you steppin," from guys, and some gals, big enough to put a serious hurt on me, as I dream walked from class to class. Only the final bell of the day broke me from my stupor; for it meant that soon I would be going home to her; my new lover, my lovely Darnita, my mother.

I jogged the entire four blocks home to the brownstone apartment house. As I past the basketball court, I heard one of my partners call my name from the other side of the chain link fence,

"Yo, Ray! Let’s take these chumps on. You in?"

I slowed to a jog. "Maybe, later," I responded, and picked up the pace toward home again. I thought to myself, "Let's see, get sweaty and funky running up and down a basketball court or make love to the most beautiful woman on Earth all night?" A broad smile stretched across my face as I continued down the sidewalk, rounded the corner, and approached the front steps of our building.

"Cut study hall, today, I see." a familiar, though not my mother's, voice called from the stoop. It was Tamia, seated primly at the top of concrete steps. She peered sternly up at me over the rim of a thick pair of plastic-framed glasses. We were the same age, but she'd taken a challenge exam in the tenth grade and was placed a year ahead of our class. Now a senior, she had the privilege of early release from school a full hour before me which gave her an annoyingly smug air of superiority that sometimes burnt my ass. 

"And what? No books, either?" she observed, fully expecting my response as if a sphinx awaiting an answer to her riddle before allowing me passage. I could see in her dark brown eyes, which were quite seductive despite being framed by a pair of unusually heavy lobed ears and a row of gleaming gappy teeth, that she reckoned that my early arrival meant, perhaps, the opportunity for a little party before her 'rents got home.

It's not that we were boyfriend and girlfriend or anything. "T" and I had been pussy partners since middle school and maintained a comfortable pact of mutual, on demand, coital pleasure with each other. She knew that I wasn't up for a serious relationship yet and I was keenly aware that she had plans for college and a career after high school. But don't get me wrong. Tamia wasn't a mercy fuck in the least. In fact, she was fine as hell with a body as curvy and tight as Serena Williams, if only a foot shorter. With her smarts, and an employee dental plan, she was the kind of sister destined for Ebony Magazine's "100 Most Influential" special edition one day.

I stood there for what seemed like hours, my head broodingly bowed and staring at her toe rings, glinting in the afternoon sun. "Let's go inside and chill," she finally relented. "Mama's up hanging out with your Mom. I've got some Coke's chilling in the frig'."

"Shit," I thought. Tamia's mother was a serious motor mouth. She could be there for hours jabbering until her husband came home at the end of his shift. While I contemplated the not so unpleasant idea of killing time with her undercover cum freak of a daughter, I suddenly remembered...

"Aw shoot, T," I shrugged. "Ain't got no rubbers." With respect to aspirations, and her mom and dad's naive assumption that, if they kept their little prodigy from going on the pill she'd devote more time to her studies, we agreed when we first started doin' it that we'd use protection, without exception.

Tamia sprang up, the momentum causing her breasts to dribble like twin basketballs within the confines of a sheer cotton tee shirt which she had tucked tightly within the waistband of a short, pleated skirt. Since she was seated on the top step, and me standing on the bottom, her supple boobies came to rest just inches from my face.

"And what makes you think you're going to get some of this?" she teased, planting her hands on her hips and threw her poms-poms out further. She was playing hard-to-fuck, but her nipples, fully erect and jutting out like two chocolate dipped mini-marshmallows, betrayed her. "Come on inside, nasty boy."

She turned on the stoop and bent over to gather her school books. I gazed at the backs her smoothe, blue-black thighs and round, well formed calves. The pink flesh of her heels peeked from a pair of rope sole platform sandals. I tilted my head up in time to catch the deal closing sight of her wide butt-cakes stretching the pleats of her skirt completely flat in the maneuver.

As I followed her through the front door and up the stairwell, I remembered the gentle 'echo-chamber' chiding I received from my mother earlier that day. I felt my dick getting hard, but couldn't tell if it was from the memory of many twi-night encounters with Tamia on the fourth floor landing or the sublime cock-sucking I'd received from my Mama that morning. 

"Oh well," I mused, "Sweet pussy now, sweeter pussy later. Life, indeed, is sweet."

Tamia fumbled to unlock the door to her apartment. "Here, hold these," she said as she shoved her physics text books into my arms. With her hands free, she unlatched the bolt and, after a quick glance up and down the hallway to check for nosey neighbors, we snuck in.

Since the Hill apartment was designed in the same layout as ours, which was directly above, it was always strangely familiar. The biggest difference being the indicators that an adult male lived there; An overstuffed easy chair positioned squarely in front of big screen TV and a couple of tarnished high school football trophies, forlornly relegated to a curio shelf in the far corner of the living room, always reminded me of my life without a father whenever I visited.

"You can set those books on the coffee table, Ray," Tamia called from the kitchen. I could see the top half of her body over the built-in counter as she went to the refrigerator and drew out a two bottles of pop. Suddenly, she shrank two full inches as she slipped off her clogs and left them in the middle of the floor.

As she reentered the living room, I saw that she had slipped off another article of clothing while in the kitchen; her skirt and panties. As if the most natural thing in the world, she paraded bare-assed past me. The tail of her shirt was just barely covering her jiggling cheeks and wiry curls of her bush.

"Whew, is it ever hot today." she breathed. "I couldn't wait to get outa that skirt." She thrust a cola at me. "Take a break," she encouraged.

I reach out and took a bottle from her hand. "But I said I ain't got no jimmies, baby." I repeated.

She placed the index finger of her freed hand to her lips and then jabbed it up toward the ceiling. "Shush. They'll hear you," she admonished, indicating that our mothers listening. "I've got that all figured out."

Thankfully, she took off her glasses and placed them and her Coke on the coffee table next to her books and moved toward me. Never knowing how much time we'd ever have, we were accustomed to working fast. Less foreplay, more nay-nay. She slid her hands underneath my shirt and raked her nails across my chest making me spasm involuntarily. Wrapping her arms around me, she pulled me to her thrusting her hips in a slow, luxurious grind. I reciprocated by sliding my palms down her back and returning her gyrations. We began to kiss deeply, hungrily swapping tongue and lips and saliva. She squatted slightly and parted her thighs to accentuate the contact between our grinding pubes as I groped and kneaded her supple booty. 

Gently, I explored the tight opening of her pucker hole with the tip of my pinky finger. This was something that I had discovered drove her wild. She cooed softly as she slathered her tongue on my neck, which she had learned was just the thing to get me going.

"Now look at you, going and getting me all hot." she moaned after a while. "I guess I'll have to give you some, after all."

She turned facing the lounger and leaned over the back rest making her shirt tail rose higher on her legs and hips. She wiggled her ass enticing me to take her from behind. With no further invitation needed, I dropped my over sized jeans down to my ankles and kicked them off over my Jordans. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor and began stroking my now fully erect slab of meat for her to see. All the while, Tamia was peering over her shoulder, smiling approvingly as I moved it in for a generous helping of the chocolate éclair nestled atop of her thunderous thighs. 

I had managed to hold the soda bottle between my fingers as I disrobed and had an idea. Warming to room temperature, drops of condensation had covered the container. I held it over her magnificently curved derriere and allowed a few chilled drops to fall.


"Oooooh, I like that!" she squealed as the liquid rolled to the small of her back. Her ass began to buck and quiver like Jell-O.

Further encouraged, I placed the entire chilled bottle against her booty and began to rub it up and down between the crack of her ass and the cleft of her cherry-red pussy. Droplets of water beaded on the nappy hairs concealing her ebony prize making them glisten like licorice cotton candy. She started to lose control as she hugged the chair back and energetically humped air. Knowing that she got off with the slightest stimulation, I could tell that she was cumming. She rolled her hips and groaned as I continued my improvised icy dildoing, while at the same time, slowly inching the head of my dick toward her moist and waiting pussy. My cockhead parted her lips and I began to push. With ease, it popped through the folds of her cunt door and entered the ante-chamber of her Nubian temple. 

And then, I paused. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I thought. "No rubber. What was I thinking? What was she thinking?" God, I was already three inches in. It felt great, but I had to stop. I caressed her back to distract her. She moaned and bobbed her head, urging me to go deeper. I took a, hopefully, imperceptible step back, reluctantly extracting my self from her yet to be utilized, at least, far as was concerned, birth canal. 

"But, Tamia..." I said, surprised to hear my voice crack in a punk-like whine. 

Without even looking around, she spoke to me in an equally unfamiliar tone. One that, if in any other circumstance, with any other gal, I'd have been totally pissed. 

"But my ass, Raymond Thaddeus Washburn," she hissed, "If you pull your dick out of me one more inch, you'll never get it in again. Now quit bitchin' and fuck me!"

Oh, no she didn't. "Moi?" "bitchin'?" My middle name? Dag, I hated it when even my mother called me by my middle name! Well, rubber or no rubber, college or no college, exception or no exception, it was on now. I slipped my fingers into the bend in her waist for leverage and propelled my hips forward. In one stroke, I plunged the full length of my prong deep into her poon. Tamia was all but expecting my rear assault and countered my thrust by slamming her meaty booty back. She knew me well. Her instigation was all the green light I needed to try and tear her pussy up. 

For the first time, I felt the silky warmth of her bare, slippery chute without the sensory deadening sheath of a condom, and I loved it.

"Oh shit, T!," I gushed. "So sweet, so mother fuckin' sweet, baby!" We just held our selves there for just a moment, savoring the first, unpartitioned meeting of our sex organs as if we'd just surrendered our virginity to each other which, in a way, we had. Tamia was silent. Her eyes closed and her head thrown back in a deeply contented moment of Zen. Her legs quivered uncontrollably as a second enviable erotic spasm cascaded through her ebony frame. 

I dove deeply and bathed in her juices, soaking the pores of my moisture deprived dick in her cream pool. I could feel her still pulsating pussy clenching and releasing my shaft. We rolled our lower torsos rhythmically together, building up speed and intensity. She pushed herself away from the chair and planted her palms on her knees for support and screwed her rump into my hips. As I continued to increase my strokes, her pussy juices spread along the length of my dick leaving a frothy coating of coochie goo.

"That's it, babeee," she growled. "Give that big dick to me, uuuunnnngghh!" 

Her tits swung wildly beneath her in time to our fucking. I removed my hands from her waist and floated them outward, pumping and rolling my hips to full effect, leaving our love muscles as our sole connection. The feeling was marvelous. The scent of our sex and sweat filled the room, over powering the potpourri on the counter, the flowers on the dining room table, over powering our senses. 

My balls, drenched in sweat and pussy began to swell and tighten and boil. My dick was so fully engorged with blood that my head was beginning to spin. I knew that soon I'd be jetting a serious cum-wad in her that normally bloated our customary Trojan like a water balloon. Tamia still didn't seem to care that my potentially baby-making sperm would soon launch a bonsai raid on the next unsuspecting egg to descend from her womb. Common sense, or to be honest, trepidation took hold of me again. I, we, couldn't risk pregnancy, no matter how good this was getting. I couldn't believe Tamia was going this far. Didn't she understand I was too young to be a father, that she, with all her hopes and dreams, a mother, and worse, that Darnita, my mother, way too young to become a grandmother?

So what was I going to do? The pussy was good, damn good, but I had to do something. Maybe, I thought, I could pull out at the right moment and hose down her back? Naw, too porno. Shit. Pull out? Withdraw? Damn, blue balls! What the fuck, T? Shit!

And then, without warning, Tamia dropped to her knees to the carpeted floor causing my prong to pop out of her twat and slap with a moist thud against my belly. Apparently, she could sense my anxiety through our bodies and was let us all off the 'baby-daddy-mama-granny' hook.

"What the hell," I sighed silently. No nutty buddy for me this go round. But, at least I had someone waiting upstairs, that is, if all our bouncing around wasn't heard through the ceiling.

Tamia groped for her now pitifully wrinkled shirt which lay in a heap near the coffee table. Grasping it, she rolled a corner into a ball and crammed it between her lips, still swaying her mountainous boo-boo high in the air. She snaked a hand between her legs. Dipping her finger tips into her poony, she coated them with a glob of her sticky flow. 

"Mrrr", she mumbled.

"What, baby?" I asked.

She used her tongue to part her improvised gag just enough to make herself understood.

"More. I want more," she repeated.

"Aw, come on Tamia..." I begged.

"Oh god damn, Ray, you big baby," she cut me off. "Didn't I tell you I had this hooked up? Just roll with this, Okay?"

Tamia slathered her juices generously over her vulnerably positioned booty. I watch in amazement as a lubricated index finger prodded her pucker and, after a few thrusts, slipped inside. As the remaining syrup of her sex oozed from her palm into the now dilated pupil of her third eye, allowing the insertion of her middle finger, I finally got the message. Tamia wanted me to fuck her in the ass. 

Now that shut me up. All was revealed. No rubber. No problem. This was a once, well first, in a lifetime moment. Literally, a piece of ass; and what an ass! I couldn't believe it, two of the big three Afrocentric sexual taboos; incest and anal sex, all in the same day! 

I squatted over her, my spear at the ready. Having come across dozens of images after web searching 'ass fuck sex' on my PC, I was eager to find out what put that shit-eating grin on those guys faces while they energetically packed accommodating female model's tanned derrieres. I placed my palms on her cheeks and splayed them wide. Tamia sunk down a bit to accommodate the added weight of my body. Tentatively, I place the tip of my rod at the tight opening and pushed. To my surprise, the conical shape was perfect for parting her sphincter and made it easy to break ground into her forbidden zone.

Tamia lay still and patient. She knew that my dick was thrice the girth and length of her fingers and that this would take a little time. As the widest part of my mushroom stretched the tight muscles of her ass ring, she instinctively exhaled, as if to pass gas, and I broke through. 

"Nnnnnnghh," she grimaced as her teeth clenched tightly on the shirt.

"Am I hurting you, baby?" I mock selflessly inquired, full knowing that the only way I would pull out now would be with the aid of a block and tackle. 

"Nng ungh," she grunted. Her ass began orbit in small circles as she gamely drew my turgid torpedo deep into her murky depths.

I pushed in further, only to stop dead at what seemed to be another muscle layer. With no lubricant handy, I formed spit in my mouth and, taking aim, let it dribble down around my shaft. After a few more pumps, another inch slid into her increasingly relaxed bung hole.

T clutched at the nape of the carpet and moaned as I fed more of my pole into her bowels. Soon, just as we were while cock to cunt, it became easier. The heat again began to build. Realizing there was certainly no way that I'd be able to stuff in all nine inches without gutting her, I stopped at a safe six and went to town.

"Rrrrrrgggh" she gurgled. Her jerky motions indicated that she was in the throes of yet another come. Her bountiful behind totally surrendered to me. I pistoned in and out of her like a jack hammer. Unlike the walls of her vagina, her chitlins were totally smooth. Other than the residual resistance of her rim ring, it was a practically frictionless fuck.

I was lost in the experience. Sweat poured from my brow. I was accustomed to Tamia's young pussy pulsing as a signal for me to come with her but, fucking her like this; I was deliciously obliged to my own pace. I felt I could keep slamming her ass all night, but my hips began to cramp from my rigorous and relentless pounding. As for Tamia, she was in another world. She turned head, resting it on the pile of the carpet. Her tightly closed eyelids seeped blissful tears as she lay submissively beneath me. Her gyrating bottom and a rhythmic whimper were my only indicators that she was still conscious.

My boys began throbbing again. I was finally going to bust a nut. O.K., it wasn't pussy, and it was all in, but it was all good. I kicked out to a semi push-up position to relieve Tamia of my weight and give her the full effect of pure pecker. She squealed in anticipation as I bore down on her and my efforts were rewarded as another inch of pork disappeared into her pooter. 

My loins exploded almost without warning and I blasted a long, fire quenching wad. Tamia's body went stiff as globs of white-hot sperm gushed into her delicate innards and ignited her most explosive orgasm yet. As I reached my peak, she bucked and ground herself into the carpet while letting loose a shrill, muffled scream. After a few more powerful jerks, I rode her taut frame as it came to rest.

I too was totally shot. Completed drained, my joint shriveled back to its compact size and popped out of her rump. I collapsed back onto her back, which was now so slippery with sweat that I nearly skidded off to the carpet. I buried my nose into her neck and nuzzled her cheek. Weak from our naughty nookie session, she managed to push the gag away with her tongue and turn her head just enough to give me a blubbery peck on the lips.

"Damn, T," I breathed. "That was bombalicious." I breathed.

"Yes, yes, yesss," she sighed. Tiny pearls of perspiration beaded across her forehead in shimmering veil. "You like?"




Black Orchid Ch. 02



"Me like," I returned as I stroked her matted hair from her face. Her deep mahogany skin was ashened and cool to the touch; as if she'd been awakened from a voodoo trance.

She flipped onto her back and wrapped her arms and legs around my torso, locking her upturned feet at the ankles. Staring deeply into my eyes, I could detect just a glint of...then it was gone.

"We gotta clean up, Ray." she announced.

"Sure," I agreed. It was getting late. The last thing we both needed was her folks coming home to the sight of their promising little girl lying heels up and freshly reamed next to daddy's favorite chair.

We quickly removed all evidence of our fuck fest. While I cracked the patio doors open to allow the incredibly sweet-pungent aroma of our copulation escape into the courtyard, Tamia went to the bathroom and returned with a soapy, wet hand towel to sponge me off. The lavender scented shower did a passable job of masking the telltale scent of pussy and booty juice wafting from my crotch. After all, I still had to get past both her and my mother when I went upstairs.

"Call me later, 'K?" Tamia made me promise as she shuttled me out. Despite all freaky things we'd done over the past hour, she had returned to her demure, almost shy, persona as we exchanged a final, 'friends who fuck', smooch. 

As the apartment door closed behind me, I could sense pressure from the other side, as if she'd leaned against it. After a few moments, I felt her footfalls vibrate on the floorboards as she walked away.

I slowly climbed up the stairs to the next level, hoping that this day of firsts would not soon be over. It was still early and Darnita, my sweet Darnita, was still waiting. 



Black Orchid



Agily, Mama squatted in a flat-footed crotch before me. Using only my dick for balance, her upper torso rocked back and forth into my crotch, her soft hair brushing my belly with each stroke. The skin encasing my balls stretched tightly as I lost my mind in anticipation of hosing down her burning throat with cum. Without losing her balance, she slid her hands from her grip on my penis and grasped my ass cheeks. Her head and face was now a blur as she brought me to my second climax of the morning.

“MMMaaaammma!” I gasped. “Oh shit, I can’t hold out…I’m….gonna….shooot!

A muffled squeal of delight escaped the sides of her lips and she pumped her head and shoulders in slower, but more forceful dips. I could see the impressions of her pupils roll up and back under her tightly shut eyelids as I busted a strong, draining nut into her jaws. My entire body shuddered uncontrollably as she greedily drank in my fluids. A single tear slid down her cheek as she gurgled and choked, but she managed to swallow every drop of what felt like a gallon of cream.

My knees began to sag and it seemed as if every ounce of strength in my body was being sucked out of me. Clutching my ass tightly, mama pulled me my hips into her face as my dick began to deflate. She made disappointed moaning sounds as she savored the softness, swirling her tongue around it as it shrank between her fleshy lips. I had just shot a wad of cum into my own mother’s mouth. I stood motionless, hoping that the weirdness of the moment hadn’t affected Mama to the point of remorse. I was not to be that way at all.

Mama turned her head and leaned into my hips. With her eyes still shut she began to slather her face dreamily against my now limp dick. “Oh, god,” she whispered hoarsely, “That was beautiful, baby. So very beautiful.”

From her crouching position, she climbed my now glistening, still heaving body and rested her arms around my neck. We stood there in the hallway, kissing each other sweetly as if we were long, lost lovers. I could still taste the spiciness of my own spunk on her full, puffy lips.

“And now that we’ve become more than just ‘room mates’, my darling son,” she whispered. “It’s time we share the same bed. Would you like to move in with me, honey?”

“Yes, ma’am. Oh yeah, mama. I’d like that a whole lot.” I answered. The thought excited me to the point that my dick twitched agreeably to the idea.

We broke our embrace and, with even bothering to wash the scent of each other from our bodies, we dressed, ate a hurried breakfast, met at the door of what now was to become our own private love nest of erotic education and exploration until I moved away to attend college a year later.

“Wait until tonight, baby” she said as we embraced, fully clothed, for the first time as lovers. “Mama’s got a special meal and dessert planned just for the two of us.”

And for the first time in a long while, I thought of my father. “What a totally stupid mother-fucker he must have been to roll out on a woman like this.” I thought. She was something else, indeed.