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Household Sluts

By: JordonLynn



"Admit it, big brother," I taunted with fully intended malice, "you like going down on our stepdaddy's big black cock, don't you? Never thought you'd ever really suck a dick, did you? And I don't mean one of those little white frat boy dicks Mom and I both know you've been sneaking peeks at in the locker room showers; I mean a real man's cock; a powerful black cock." 

I grabbed a fist full of Denny's (my older brother's given name) wavy black hair, shoved his mouth down on another couple of inches of our stepfather's hard black cock and held him there until he stopped gagging. "Good thing Mom and I taught you how to suck real cock with her big black dildo last night;" I snickered. "Otherwise, sissy boy, you never would have been able to do as good as you have so far." 

Denny now had five inches of Daddy's cock in his mouth and into his throat, but I wasn't about to back off until he had swallowed the whole thing. Maybe it was because Denny-boy wasn't getting into the spirit of white whore cocksucking; the lower half of Daddy's cock was almost bone dry. "Come on, sissy boy," I coached, "drool down on Daddy's cock, slobber all over it; show all of us how much you love servicing Daddy's far superior black cock with your faggy slut mouth. Prove you're worthy of being the third trashy white slut in Daddy's house."

Denny was whimpering like the untrained, faggoty white boy he still was, but fairly soon a slivery stream of saliva began running down Daddy's cock. A big, hard, black cock always looks so much sexier when it's glistening with spit. "Much better," I encouraged. "Mom and I do this at least twice each day, you know; Mom when he first wakes up with his morning hardon, then I get to blow him a second time while I'm taking my morning pee."

Mom is so fucking lucky; Daddy's first load of cum of the day is always so big, but the load I get to swallow while my hot piss is gushing into the toilet bowl is still a lot more than three of any white college boy's puny teaspoon spurts put together.

I shoved my brother's mouth down on another couple of inches of Daddy's now spit-slippery black cock and using his hair like a handle, I started bouncing his head up and down. "Mom and I both attack Daddy's big black cock when he gets home from working at the porn studio, too. One of us sucks his beautiful black cock… better make that we deepthroat his big beautiful black cock …while the other one licks and sucks his big balls and tongues his asshole." (Sucking first during this session is always best, because Daddy's big cock always tastes like pussy from the white whores he's been shoving his big cock into all day. It's a tasty treat Daddy never fails to bring home from work for Mom and I.) "Then, we switch places, Denny-boy. This way we alternate being the lucky one who gets to gobble down all of his hot, slimy goo." 

Denny was only gagging occasionally as I fucked over two thirds of Daddy's big black cock with his salivating mouth. I was almost proud of him. Another three inches and he would be taking all of it. If my brother actually accomplished this physically demanding feat—deepthroating Daddy the very first time, then I would consider being impressed. Hell, it took me four attempts—with Mom's eager assistance—before I could make my bottom lip caress Daddy's cum-filled black balls.

Entwining the fingers of my other hand in Denny's hair so I had a firm grip, I forced his mouth down on another inch of black cock and sighed remorsefully. "This joyous white slut duty I'm helping your perform… Well, I guess we'll have start splitting it three ways now… providing you prove your worth tonight, sissy boy."

"Do it again, Jenny," Mom heatedly instructed from behind Denny, where she was spit-lubing his asshole preparatory to fucking him with her black strapon. "He's already taken eight inches… which is more than you took your first try, young lady. Make him take the rest."

"Momma!" I vehemently protested. "I… I don't think we need to reward him just for getting his faggoty mouth around a black cock. It's… it's just not fair."

I was nearly knocked clean over Denny when Daddy slapped my bare white ass—hard. "I decide what's fair around here, you ungrateful little slut," he snarled. He slapped my other asscheek—harder. "Now, make that faggot stepson of mine swallow that superior black cock. And I do mean all of it… all the way down to where he can lick my balls if I want him to." He slapped my now stinging ass several more times—even harder each time. "Do it, you blackcock-addicted white bitch!"

With all my strength, I obediently shoved my brother's mouth all the way down on Daddy's beautiful black ten inches. Denny instantly began choking and gagging, a torrent of spit and mucus spewed out of his nostrils. I held him there until he stopped snorting snot, then pulled his head up so that only the head of Daddy's cock was in his mouth. I allowed him to draw in several much needed breaths through his nostrils, then insisted in a hoarse voice, "You did it once, my faggoty-ass brother, you can sure as hell do it again."

With a feeling of primordial triumph I didn't understand at the time, I shoved my brother's head back down, fully impaling his mouth and throat on all ten hard inches of Daddy's big, beautiful black cock. All the way down so that his nose was buried in the thick black mat of Daddy's crinkly pubic hair and his bottom lip was mashed into Daddy's big, sweaty, black ball sac.

All in all, it was probably a good thing Denny's mouth and throat were filled to capacity with black cock, because it cut off his high pitch scream. Mom had chosen that exact moment to ram every bit of her strapon (molded from Daddy's big black cock) into her own son's virgin asshole.

Storyteller's aside: 

Humph! It seems as if I started this one off in a rousing, slam-bam-gottcha-ma'am fashion. Oh, well, maybe, in some small way, it makes up for all those stories where I've made you wade through paragraph after paragraph of informative plot line and necessary character development before getting to the good stuff.

Although, now that I've gotten your undivided attention (hopefully) perhaps, before I continue on with this tawdry episode, this might be a good place to more descriptively introduced the main character and also gave you a little background on those other characters who are directly involved in all of this. You know, sort of let you know not so much what is going on (that, I would say, has already been fairly well established), but to fill you in on the whys, wherefores, and some of the particulars that led up to an older brother being turned into a slavish faggot slut for a black stepfather he was unaware he had.

For this particular story, I've chosen the name Jenny, or Jen for the main character. It has such a nice, innocent, unassuming, sort of vanilla-Midwestern flavor to it. Anyway, for Jen (me in first person) it all began about a month before the incident already set in motion took place. 

For Mother, it had already been roughly seven months. However, I think I'll forgo putting you through a couple dozen pages of background plot line and character development and let Mother write her own damn story one of these days. Hearing the juicy, intimate details of a once ordinary, everyday white housewife and mother, who has gone blackcock slut whole-hog, is always much better when it's delivered in the first person. Wouldn't you agree?

Mom, Momma, is my mother and Daddy is… Well, Daddy is Daddy, and you're going to get to meet both of these characters, in intimate detail, in another couple of paragraphs, so I'll forego any further descriptions of them for the time being.

Denny (as you know, or should have already guessed) is my older brother, by two years. He is a sophomore in college, majoring in graphic arts. Freehand, Denny can sketch the most amazing and intricately detailed pictures and when he adds color to those pencil or ink sketches, they simply come alive. 

There have been (and still are) times when I almost hate my intuitively creative, brother. About the only things I can draw—without the compulsory assistance of a straight edge and at least a protractor—is flies. My dubious "artistic" gift lays in the of words to paint pictures. This is why my major is in creative writing, with a minor in western American history.

I've decided I'm not going to give you any more about Denny. You're going to have to read on and discover my pain-in-the-ass sibling for yourself as this story unfolds.

So, jumping back to me: My name (as I've told you) is Jenny and I'm 20 years of age. I stand 5' 4" and weigh all of 110 pounds… that would be dripping wet. I have shoulder length blonde hair, robin's-egg blue eyes, a pouty mouth, and my measurements are 34C-26-35. Oh yes, and the fine hair that carpets my pussy mound is the color of late summer corn silk and it's as soft as the down on a baby chick… unless, of course, my pussy happens to be sopping wet, which has become its customary state of affairs ever since I discovered that I have a new—and very surprising—stepfather.

The cozy, Midwest conservative home first Denny, and then I, regrettably, yet anxiously, left for college was a far cry from the restructured household I, and two weeks later, Denny, returned to. But, this is skipping way ahead of my story, so allow me to regress a bit and fill you in on the radical changes that have taken place in life around our once normal, middle-of-the-road, white household.

It all began when I came home on summer break from my freshman year in college. I had left a couple of weeks early for college (I had wanted the extra time to get settled in, learn my way around campus and a new town before starting classes) and I hadn't been able to get home for Thanksgiving, or Christmas, either. I had then spent the entire Spring break retaking three finals I had over-studied for and, consequently, blown all to hell. I had really intended to stay the summer doing some much needed research, but Mom being recently divorced, and with no living relatives left except for me and Denny—who hadn't come home between his freshman and sophomore year and had already called the week before to say that he "might" not be able to spend more than a week or two at home this year, I decided that one of us really should spend a couple of months cheering Mom up.

The mistake I made was in not calling and telling Mom that I would be home for the summer.

Another aside:

Hmmm… It might be a good idea if I also took a moment and explained why my mother was divorced. It happened shortly after I got to college, and let me tell you, I was floored. But, after Mom explained things to me, I understood completely. It seems my birth father had a "little" problem neither I nor my brother Denny were even aware of. The "problem" was with his zipper; apparently, he couldn't keep it closed. A fresh piece of ass came anywhere near him and down went his zipper and out came his dick.

Mom knew all about this habitual "wardrobe malfunction" of dad's (from what she told me, he never made any secret out of being a compulsive horn-dog), but she never said a word (not even a peep) about dad's philandering to my brother or I. Only after Denny (who is two years older than me) and I were safely off to college did she lower the boom on her husband of 20+ years. He came home from work one night to find all of his clothes scattered across the front yard, along with any of his personal belongings that Mom didn't want. About the only personal belonging she kept was his Remington 1100. With that 12ga pump shotgun loaded with 00 buck and leveled right at his "malfunctioning" crotch, she told him, in no uncertain terms, to never darken the doorway with his despicable presence… "EVER AGAIN!"

Now, Mom is not an imposing woman—5' 5" and a fluffy, even-tempered 155 pounds, but she is no one to fuck with when she's finally gotten her dander up. Dad might have been loose in his sexual judgment, but he was no dummy; he knew that if he took even half a step toward her, Mom would blow away everything south of his belt buckle. For likely the first time in his worthless adult life, Dad smartly piled all of his stuff in the back of his pickup and got the hell out Dodge. Mom filed for divorce the next morning.

Okay, that kindda takes care of why Mom got divorced. Now, back to the day I got home from college; the day my whole world got turned upside down. And you're going to have to be the judge as to whether the radical alterations I blindly stumbled into were for the better… or for the worst. 

When I pulled up in front of the house late that afternoon, Mom's station wagon was in the driveway, but along side it was parked a midnight-black Lincoln Escalade. I figured Mom had company—one of her lady friends from church, most likely—until I got a look at the glossy SUV's license plate: BLKSTUD.

"BLKSTUD?" Who the hell could my plain-Jane mother possibly know who would have the obscene license plate BLKSTUD? I was definitely going to find out and, if Mom and dad getting divorced had been enough to floor me, when I discovered who BLKSTUD was and what he was to my straight-laced mother… Well, it damned near knocked me out.

Mom and her mysterious "company" weren't in the living room, nor were they in the kitchen, or out in the backyard. I heard some noises coming from the down the hall and headed that way. Half way down the hall, I recognized what the noises coming from the open door of Mom's bedroom were and they stopped me dead in my tracks. Huffing and puffing, the familiar slap of naked flesh on naked flesh; the telltale sounds of sex. And not just quickie afternoon sex, mind you, but hot and sweaty animal sex, with all of its accompanying heated moaning and groaning, labored snuffling, snorting, and panting.

Were Mom and dad back together and getting it on in there? It was, you'll have to agree, the natural leap for a daughter to make. Then, I recalled the obscenely descriptive license plate. Not on a bet could it be dad giving Mom that good fucking, not with his little white dick. I had seen it—once—when I was in high school, urgently busting into the bathroom at the wrong time and catching dad peeing. It was the first dick I had seen (in the flesh, anyway), but I remember thinking at the time, "Is that all there is to a guy's dick?" Hell, my middle finger was not only longer, but almost as big around.

Curiosity got the better of me; I had to see who was fucking my mother… from the raw animal sounds my mother was making, fucking her the way a woman deserves to be fucked; hot and heavy.

I tiptoed to the door and peeked around the jam, but I was hardly prepared for the unimaginable sight that greeted my sneaky peek. Mom was astraddle a tall, lean man, whose face and upper torso her body was blocking from my view, but what I could see of him—one arm and a shoulder, a pair of wiry legs—he was a slender (you could almost say skinny) man, who had THE BIGGEST dick I had ever seen. By the end of my freshman year, I had been eyeball to peehole with enough dicks to know truly big when I saw it and, while this man would be considered to have a slender frame, where size counted most, he was… BIG! 

But, that wasn't the most startling aspect of Mom's afternoon fuckathon, with a strange man; the man underneath her was… B_L_A_C_K!

And my much smaller mother wasn't just impaled on his big BLACK dick, Mom was riding that huge black mamba for all she was worth. "I'm gonna make you cum, Daddy," I heard her croak hoarsely. "I'm gonna make your big ol' nasty cock shoot about a gallon of hot Nigger jizz inside me."

"Cock instead of penis? Hot Nigger jizz?" This kind of gutter tramp-filth… coming out of "my mother's" mouth! My mother, a normally placid woman who, even when she had been her absolute maddest at my natural father, had never uttered anything harsher than, "Damnit, Joe!" No way!

But then, the truly impressive black "cock" she was slamming her gaping pussy up and down on would elicit a string of vile verbiage from just about any woman. It didn't matter that the cock Mom was fucking herself silly on happened to be black—it could have been chartreuse or purple for all I (and clearly Mom, too) cared—I knew that there was no way in Hell I would've been able to remain silent if a cock that great had been storming up inside of me.

I had to see her get him (BLKSTUD) off. I knew she had to have already cum several times herself; her big BLACK STUD's crotch was sopping wet with her copious spendings, slivery strands of woman cum were dangling from his big black balls, dripping into the widening cum puddle on the white sheet between his skinny black legs.

"My big ol' cock is nasty?" I heard the man chuckle. "Emmy…" {My mother's given name is Emma. No one, not even my lame-brained, indiscriminately philandering father, had ever dared call her Emmy.} "Emmy, it's you who's the nasty one here. You're a nasty white hoe who digs big black cock. Hell, you're nastier than them skinny white bitches I fuck for a living."

"Damn… right… I… am," my mother panted. "But, I give you what all them white bitches can't deliver; I give my big ol' nasty Daddy honest lovin'."

"White bitches he fucked for a living?" Who in the hell was this BLACK STUD? For one thing, given this lewd and racist fuck-talk exchange between he and mother, the man's voice had not exactly been the voice I had expected to hear. It was a deep, rich baritone, with the expected black street inflection, but there was also an educated tongue in my mother's man's foul mouth. This last fact, taken alone, should have told me something about the man my mother was fucking more than he was fucking her, but I had no idea what that elusive something could be. 

And my mother, almost subserviently calling her black lover Daddy, instead of by his given name or an affectionate pet name? This was not the modestly proper, homespun mother I had known all my life. And her saying she gave her "Daddy" "honest lovin'"? There was more going on here than a simple afternoon fuck between two vastly different people. One hell of a lot more.

I couldn't even venture a guess at what could possibly be going on between the two of them, but whatever the premise their kinky sex game was based on, Mom was definitely into it, and in a highly heated manner. She was pounding her gushy pussy down on her lover's great cock harder and with more determination than any guy had ever fucked his dick into me. I was afraid she was going to injure herself inside. But, she had evidently been fucking this man long enough that she was entirely comfortable taking all of it—I judged about 10 full inches—with every ferocious down slam of her relentlessly plunging pelvis.

"Come on, Daddy," my mother urged her man, "bust a big sloppy nut inside your nasty white hoe. I wanna feel your big black cock hosing down my nasty white cunt with those hard jets of scalding jizz." She slammed down on him… hard. Her body went stiff, her fleshy asscheeks tightened up and more cunt juice gushed out around the wrist-thick black cock imbedded deep inside her over stuffed cunt as she came. But, she never once slowed her intense fucking. "Do it, Daddy, flood my horny pink cunt with your potent Nigger sperm… shoot it all the way up into my belly."

The man pinned beneath my mother grabbed her ample hips in his two big black hands. It was about to happen; Mother was about to get her wish. I had to see it and unconsciously stepped into the doorway just as he pulled her down. At the same instant BLKSTUD thrust up with his own hips. I saw his black balls suck up into his scrotom and then he growled like some triumphant African gorilla.

I didn't have to feel it for myself, my mother's body—quivering like the released string on fully drawn bow—more than told me that her man… BIG BLACK STUD DADDY …was blasting jet after powerful jet of scalding jizz into her, flooding her thirsty cunt with more potent Nigger sperm than three white guys combined had ever pumped into me. 


Household Sluts Ch. 02



 Surprise! I already had chapter 2 written and proofread, and chapter 3 is well underway. Now, where did we leave off? Oh, yeah… 

Household Sluts

BY: JordonLynn

Chapter 2

I had done it. 

Even with its commanding presence before my glazed eyes, I still couldn't believe I had actually done something I never would have imagined myself doing; I had sucked off a black cock. And, I had even swallowed every last dribble of the yummy cum my inexperienced mouth had made spew from the peehole of that first-ever black cock. And, I had not only enjoyed doing it, I was now solidly hooked on the taste of cum.

And, it hadn't been just any black cock I had so happily sucked off, mind you; it had been a big (and I do mean BIG) black man's cock. And, it hadn't been just any ol' black man's cock, either; it had been my mother's husband's cock, Victor's, my unknown stepfather's big black cock that I had sucked off. 

That I had accomplished what I had previously thought should be a complete physical impossibility—that of successfully swallowing a full ten inches of hard black cock in what had been my first go at sucking off my stepfather, then avidly sucking the life out my first-ever black cock for roughly ten minutes, before it finally erupted, sending two incredibly hard jets of cum rocketing down my throat.. This, I have to admit, I was having more than a little trouble fathoming.

My mother, whose face was still close to mine, where she had been able to get a real good view of her daughter sucking off her first black cock, snickered. "Someone had themself a really good time."

"You can make that two someones, Emmy," Victor assured both of us.

I shifted my gaze from my stepfather's big, thick, no-longer-quite-as-threatening black cock to my mother's cherubic face. "Might just as well make that three someones," I said with a saucy wink. "You got off watching your daughter suck off your husband, didn't you, Mom?'

Mom smiled. "I'm not going to deny it." She reached back and patted her pussy. It was a very wet sound. "But, I'm not the only white-hoe here who got off having her mouth filled with Daddy's cum."

I rose up on all fours and looked down between my legs. A swath of bed sheet—maybe three feet long and at least a foot across—was completely saturated with my spending. "Did I do that?" I shook my head. "No way. No woman can cum that much."

"You did. I watched you do it." Mom gave me an affectionate peck on the forehead. "Jenny baby, when you let loose, I swear it was like a fire hose had gone off inside your cunt. You didn't cum in one, two, three spurts; it was more like a sustained gushing."

"Really? It really happened just like that?" I shook my head in wonderment. "I knew I was getting close, but I never actually felt myself cumming."

Mom chuckled. "It happens like that when you're too busy with a black cock… at least the first couple of times you suck one off."

"Wow!" I looked up at Mom. "Does this qualify me for white-hoe slut status?"

"You do more than just qualify, little girl," Victor commented. "Emmy, we have got to get our daughter signed to a long-term contract. This was Jenny's first time, and she puts ninety percent of the pros I work with to shame."

For the first time since I had gotten home, Mom's face darkened. "No way, Victor," she snapped. "Our daughter isn't getting singed to any contract, long or short term. One family member in the porn business is quite sufficient, thank you."

"Is that what our Daddy does for a living?" I asked Mom. "He's a porn actor?" Now his license plate, BLKSTUD, made perfect sense.

Mom nodded. "More than just being a porn actor, Jenny, Victor is one of the top porn stars in the game."

"One of the top stars!" Victor slapped Mom's ass. "Jenny, your stepdaddy is the king stud on the block, the Alpha male, the always dependable black cock that's in constant demand." He took his withered cock in his hand and waggled it in my face. "White, black, or yellow, once a porn bitch has gotten a sample of this big ol' black snake, she wants to work with me, and only with me, on a regular basis."

Mom winked. "Your stepfather tends to get a little full of himself sometimes."

"So it seems," I replied with a return wink. "But, it's got to be a lot of fun being full of him."

"Jenny baby, you have no idea how much fun being full of Daddy is. But, I think you'll find that out for yourself soon enough."

"And when is soon enough going to get here, Mom? How long do I have to suffer before I find out how much fun having more than mouth and throat stuffed with Daddy is?"

"All in due time, little girl," Victor promised. "All in due time." He released his cock and his head flopped back on the pillow. "Still and all," he sighed, "it's a crying shame we won't get to perform together under then lights, Jenny girl. With my professionalism and your natural gift for blackcock sucking, we could be the top interracial duo in the business." He lifted his head and playfully patted Mom's ass. "Hell, with my always-horny Emmy entwined into the erotic tableau, we would be an unmatchable threesome."

"Not gonna happen, stud," Mom retorted. "You got me to suck your cock and fuck on camera once, and that is the one and only time I'm ever going to do it." She grabbed hold of Victor's flaccid cock. "And Jenny isn't going to do even that much." She squeezed his cock as hard as she could, "You reading' me, Black Stud?"

"Ow!" Victor yelped and firmly, but gently, managed to force Mom to release the death grip she had on his injured pride. His head hit the pillow again. "Still, you have to admit, our Jenny gives one hell of a mean blowjob. Best I've had since… well, at least since that superb blowjob you gave me this morning, Babykins."

Pride had welled up in me while I had been successfully sucking Victor off, but the growing lump in my throat was even more prideful. I might not have given my stepfather the most professional head he had ever gotten, but I had clearly given Daddy the best armature blowjob any respectful daughter ever could.

Mom smiled. "I send Daddy off to work with a good blowjob; it helps him last longer on camera." She leaned over and nuzzled her husband's limp cock. "Not that Daddy needs any help holding back, professional porn stars have to provide what's known as the money shot on cue, and Daddy's the absolute best when comes to busting a big juicy nut on his horny white-hoes…at the exact right moment." 

Mom lovingly kissed her husband's cock, then lifted it and kissed both of his depleted balls. "I guess being one of Daddy's horny white-hoes now includes you, too." She blew me a kiss. "Welcome home, Jenny."

I felt more than welcome, mostly, I think, because I had been so well-cummed by my new stepfather, with not just my mother's blessing, but with her motherly assistance as well. It was so nice to be back home, with loving family.. one that was now racially mixed. Talk about expanding one's horizons? Mine had done triple back flips in a little over one hour.

However, even though I was becoming down right comfortable with this new concept of being a loving family and all, there was a little problem I had that needed seeing to. I had climaxed once already—mere minutes ago, explosively and more than I had ever cum before, but I was hornier now than I had gotten watching Mom fuck herself on Victor's big black cock. And something had to be done about this rapidly mutating condition… and done about it desperately soon.

I carefully weighed the options open to me in solving my not-so-little problem. I could masturbate right here, right now. After what had gone on in the last hour or so, I had no right to be ashamed of having my mother and stepfather seeing me get myself off. Mom, and, definitely Daddy, wouldn't be offended watching me finger-fuck myself on their bed. It would probably make them just as fucking horny as I had gotten watching them fuck. 

Okay, that was one solution, but it would only be a quick fix. Unless, of course, watching me plunge two or three of my stiff fingers in and out of my already wet cunt until I blew my cookies, which—given the super-aroused state I was in—would only take a very few minutes, if that long, got them so worked up that the three of us wound up all tangled in a knot of white on black on white bodies, helping one another get off. And there was no telling what other sorts of nasty sex games an unmatchable threesome like ours could come up with.

This was a far better solution, with very stimulating long term possibilities. There was only one modification I want to make to the whole idea; I didn't want to resort to masturbating with my fingers, I wanted my stepfather to plumb the very depths of horny pink cunt with his big, beautiful, powerful black cock. Mom had been enjoying Victor's cock for nearly seven months, and now that I had been officially wel-cummed home—a novice white-hoe, but a willing slut in good standing, I wanted my turn with Daddy's massive black cock. Fair was fair, right?

Still on all fours, I took Victor's flaccid cock in both hands and licked the cum residue from the crown, then I bent my head down and sideways so I could kitty-lap his dangling balls. Here was another first for me. Before, with high school boys, then with college guys, I had never delved any deeper into their crotches then having their dicks in my mouth. But then, sucking on a five or six inch white boy dick is a whole lot different than going down on a real man's black cock, so this is what was compelling me to boldly, and respectfully, want so badly to lap and lick and mouth, and then slavishly suck on my new Daddy's big black balls.

Disappointingly, it was Victor who informed me that, "You're wasting your time down there, little girl."

"Wanna bet," I mentally countered. This gimmick had worked wonders for me in the past, never failing to get a college guy's depleted motor back up and running so he could take care of my needs. With boys, this had been a grudgingly preformed procedure, but sucking Daddy's black cock back to life would be a labor—if not born out of love—then in undeniable admiration.

Flopping Daddy's limp cock into my mouth, I went at it with a vengeance. I became demonic; sucking like an out-of-control vacuum cleaner, slobbering copiously and whirling my tongue around the head like a ceiling fan, fisting the spit-slick shaft till my arms ached. And, I accomplished absolutely nothing; not matter what I did, how hard I tried, Daddy's cock would not grow hard in my mouth, it hadn't even thickened. I could barely detect his pulse rate against my tongue; it wasn't the surging throb I had gotten so used to, so quickly.

Victor craned his head up and looked down at me. "Like I said, Jenny, you're wasting an awful lot of truly superb effort trying to make something you want to happen, that just isn't going to happen."

Frustrated at not being able to get Daddy's "always dependable" motor up and purring like the powerful engine that was under the hood of his Escalade, I angrily yanked my mouth off his cock. "Why not, Daddy?"

"Jenny girl," he answered tenderly, "you watched me blast a pretty big load into your mother and the load I dumped in your belly wasn't a bad one either, but you add those to the blowjob my Emmy sent me off with this morning, plus the six loads I pumped into the three porn bitches I worked with today and… Well, Daddy's spirit is willing, but his flesh is all but petered out." 

"Whew!" my mother loudly exhaled. "That has got to be the longest speech I've heard you make since I've known about you, or been with you.. on or off camera." The smile she sent my way was more of a disbelieving smirk. Imagine, having to explain to a young woman, who had already admitted that she was no stranger to a man's penis, something she should already know. "Even Alpha male porn stars need recharging every now and again. They aren't super human."

Victor slapped Mom's ass." I'll show you super human."

Mom wrapped a hand around mine, which were still wrapped around her husband's useless cock. "Baby," she said, smiling sweetly at Victor, "there ain't nothin' at all human about what you pack in your boxers."

I laughed and Mom giggled and in a couple of seconds we were all three laughing. "I promise, little girl," Victor finally said, "any traces of sperm left in Daddy's jewels are now building blocks for the massive load of cum your mom, or you, are going to get after a couple of hours of necessary recharging."

I kissed the wilted tip of his cock. "I'm going to hold you to that promise, Daddy."

Victor popped Mother on the ass again, not very hard this time. "Emmy, we got us a winner for a daughter."

My stepfather had slapped Mom's ass more than several times since I had been home and I couldn't help wondering how red her fleshy white asscheeks were becoming. I was also wondering, since I had stated that I wouldn't mind an occasional playful paddling, when Daddy would get around to spanking his adoring, blackcock-sucking, slut-hoe stepdaughter's white ass.

"Hey, Emmy, I've got an idea; while my motor's building up a good head of steam, why don't you do her? The way she so badly wants to be done, Baby."

Mom's eyes sort of went glassy. "What a simply marvelous suggestion." Her warm smile quickly became a leering Cheshire grin. "Leave it to the Alpha male porn star to come up with a hot and nasty idea."

I blinked, and I gulped. "Is our Alpha male Daddy suggesting what I think he's suggested?"

Mom nodded, spun around and leaned over the side of the bed. I had licked her pussy and a little bird told me that she would be more than happy to return the favor, which would turn into a hot and juicy Sapphic sixty-nine… guaranteed. But, I didn't think she would be into…

I didn't have to finish that suggestively kinky thought; Mom coming back up with a big, black, extremely realistic-looking dildo clutched in one hand and a black leather harness contraption dangling from her other hand pretty much answered just about any sort of lesbian direction my imagination could have conjured up.

"Jenny," she chirped, "I thought about doing this while you were servicing Daddy, but I decided I would rather watch my daughter suck off her first black cock. Seeing how you can gush like a fire hydrant, while Daddy was pumping your mouth full of cum, was an unexpected bonus. Seems more than being able to suck off a big black cock is an ingrained trait in this family."

She set about assembling the strapon. "I've done this with several of the porn starlets Daddy has worked with, and had them do me just as good in return… with Daddy watching, of course." Slipping the dildo into the opening in the harness, she secured it firmly in place. Wouldn't want my mother's phallic substitute falling off at a pivotal moment, would we? "But, ever since I found out how much pleasure one of these babies can bring to a woman when there isn't a real cock available to make her happy, I've secretly wanted to do this with one very special woman."

"Moi?"

Mom smiled. "No other woman could ever be more special to me then you, Jenny." 

It looked to me that properly fitting the harness and dildo in place could be an intricate process and I watched closely, so I wouldn't need more then a motherly helpful hand when it came my turn to don my mother's personal strapon. First, she buckled one strap of the harness in place just above her right hipbone, then other strap came above her left hip. When she had these two straps in place and aligned, she reached back and down between her legs for the third strap. Once she had this third strap snapped in where it belonged, she retightened the hip straps, then fucked her hips back and forth to make double sure the rigging was all nice and snug. 

"So, how does your mother look with a big black cock jutting out of her pussy?" She proudly wrapped her hand around the dildo and stroked it like it was the real thing. "It was custom molded from Daddy's cock, a gel and silicone core with a New-Skin covering; same length, same girth, same wrinkles and knurls in the exact same places. Same feel. Identical sized peehole." She bounced the lifelike replica in her hand. "It has the exact same heft and the more you handle it, the warmer it becomes. The balls are a little too hard, but, otherwise, it's so fucking unbelievably realistic you can almost believe it is the real thing."

It had been a captivating experience watching Mom transform herself from my mother into a black-cocked shemale. I wasn't sure I was ready for what would be coming at me, but I was damned if I was going to hurt Mom's feelings. "Emmy…" (One more first for me; I had never dared call my mother by her given name, let alone Daddy's pet name for her.) "you are, without a single, solitary doubt, the sexiest mother with a big black cock, that I have ever seen."

"Like you've seen that many big-cocked shemales," Mom snorted.

"You'd be surprised what's out there on the Net these days,' I teased.

"Bet me! Where do you think I ordered this baby from? Sears?" Mom lifted the realistic dildo up. "If only you could bust a big sloppy nut like Daddy can, I probably wouldn't need him in my life, let alone in my bed."

I snickered. It was along the same lines as the 'Lonely Lady's Lament' I had so often spoken to my own dildo—a cheery-red gel dildo, not as realistic, nor anywhere near the impressive proportions of my mother's. 

"Ah, Emmy, Babykins" Victor interjected, " I'm thinking this hot and nasty idea I came up with isn't such a good one after all."

"Hush, Alpha male, you're supposed to recharging your batteries, remember? Besides, this is going to be between me and Jenny. You got to welcome her into our new household your way, now I get the privilege of doing it in another." She looked at her husband of nearly seven months. "And what are getting all jealous about? You've seen me with porn bitches, you even got one episode on tape. Anyway, I had Kong before I met you in person, and I'm damned glad I did; taking your big cock in my pussy, totally unprepared for what it would be like, would have been entirely too much, too soon." She smiled down at me. "And our daughter deserves to at least know what it feels like having this much cock inside her before you're ready to give her the real magillah."

It was time for the impartial daughter to step in. "Mom, why don't you scoot over here closer, so a horny, white-hoe daughter can orally worship her Mommy's big, beautiful black cock?"

Victor conceded defeat with a wave of his black hand. "You two have at it. I'll just lay here and watch the show. Who knows, if it's a good enough performance, with a little luck, my magillah will be up and ready to give Jenny the real thing… before it's our daughter's turn to fuck her mother's pussy with that pretender to the throne."

Well, that settled any lingering doubts I might have had; Mom had allowed me to licked the cum from her husband's cock…and from her pussy, then had helped me go all the way down on my stepfather's big cock. Now, she going to fuck me with her custom-molded dildo, and, hopefully sooner than later, she was going sit by while Daddy fucked the shit out of her… their daughter with his big black cock. Duh! Like any one of us on the bed doubted that it was bound to happen in just this manner… all in due time?

The amazingly realistic-feeling head of Mom's dildo made contact with my lips and my mouth automatically opened. And in went her big black cock. The dildo was sort of cool and clammy in my mouth, but Mom had said that the more it was "handled", the warmer it became. So, that's exactly what I did. I found it more difficult going down on Mom's black "cock", but only because no matter how much New-Skin was intended to feel like real skin, there was still a tacky dryness to the dildo,. So totally unlike Daddy's real cock, all slippery/slimy with man-cum and Mom's cunt juice, that I would have much preferred to be sucking on. I had to work up several mouthfuls of saliva and slobber my way down onto it. 




Household Sluts Ch. 02



And, Mom was right; the dildo did assume close to body temperature the more I sucked on it, but, even though they could be jostled around in their New-Skin sac, the realistic balls my bottom lip eventually rested against were a little too hard to be the real things.

I proceeded to give my mother a white-hoe blowjob. I suppose closing my eyes and imagining that I was once again sucking off Daddy helped inspire me to give it my best effort. I had read about kinkiness and now I was experiencing real kinkiness for myself; sucking on a strapon that jutted out from my own mother's pelvis. And, I was really getting into it when my mother pushed me away and barked, "Turn around, you black cock sucking little whore, and spread 'em wide."

In my mother's higher-pitched, feminine voice, it didn't quite come out as a command I needed to obey—not like Daddy's booming command, but I spun around and spread my knees wide apart just the same. "Give it to me," I pleaded. "Give me that big black cock of yours… all of it."

Mom was quickly behind me and, with no preamble at all, her big black dildo was storming up inside me. "Yeeeeessssssssss! Just like that!" "Pound it into me." I rammed my ass back at Mom. "Harder! I want my little white cunt savaged by that great, big black cock… until… until I can't take it anymore."

Mom took me at my word and let me have it; fucking me with her dildo harder and with far more skill than any guy had ever thrown it to me, at least as hard as I knew Daddy would eventually lay the hard black wood to his begging, pleading, whimpering stepdaughter.

Suddenly, my cunt muscles clamped down around the dildo and my eyes went wide in disbelief. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Ohhhhh, shiiiit!" I actually felt the watery cunt cream shoot out of me around the dildo. "Impossible!" I blubbered. The sheet was balled up in both of my fists and I buried my face in the mattress as a second, even more powerful gushing of scalding hot cunt cream spewed out from between the dildo and my highly sensitive pussy flesh. "Fucking… Im…poss…ible!"

I couldn't help it; I pitched forward, out of breath, my spasming cunt completely out of control. For all intents and purposes, I was pretty much out of it entirely… all over.

* * *

When I finally came to, the room was dark and I didn't have to feel around to know that I was alone atop the bed. Someone—Mom, maybe Daddy—had covered me with a sheet and thoughtfully placed a pillow beneath my head. But, the scent of their presence was still in the bed… still permeated the air around me; the scent of their coupling now mingled with my own spending.

What the hell had happened? I had never passed out from being fucked. Of course, I had never before been fucked the way Mom had fucked me. If Mom and her strapon were merely pretenders to the blackcock throne, Daddy, with his very real black cock, just might kill me. I rolled over and smiled. I was willing to chance it.

I got up and turned on one of the bedside lamps. The bed was in total disarray, but the rest of the room was picked up and orderly. My clothes lay neatly folded on a chair beside the dresser. I shook my head; in my absence, she had become a black cock addicted white hoe, but Mom was still my Mom.

With nothing else to put on—my bags were still out in the living room where I had dropped them—I stepped into my skirt and buttoned up my blouse… all except for the top button, which was now missing. Apparently, in my heated rush to get naked with Mom and Victor, it had popped off. Not bothering with my sandals, I set off barefooted in search of my reconstituted family. 

I found them in the kitchen, Mom in a damned near transparent, smokey-black nightgown—that I had never seen her in before—and Victor in nothing but a pair of pinstriped boxer shorts, eating a breakfasty sort of dinner. It took me a moment or two, but I finally figured out what looked so different about my stepfather—besides sitting damn near naked at the dinner table. The Elvis hairdo was gone, replaced by short-cropped mat of black nap. I was so glad it turned out to be a wig; because the whole picture he had presented earlier was just too damned comical to be taken seriously.

Mom noticed me standing in the kitchen doorway. "So nice of you to finally rejoin us, Jenny," she chuckled and got up to fix me a plate.

Victor looked up from his plate of bacon and eggs and winked. "You really ought to leave that top button undone all the time, Jenny," he commented. "The way that open-throat look shows off the tops of your unfettered breasts is very becoming, especially on someone as pretty as you."

I felt myself blush. "You mean it's sexy."

Victor winked again. "That, too."

"It's somewhere in the bedroom," I said, fingering the broken thread that had once held the button in place. "In my hurry to get uh… undressed, it…"

"In your hurry to get naked and get in on the black sexing would be a more accurate way of putting it," Mom laughed as she turned from the stove. "Don't worry, we'll find it in the morning and I'll get it sewn back on for you." She slid a heaping plate in front of me. "Now, eat up; the night's still young and there's a lot more we'd like to teach you about being black sexed." Her brow furrowed. "Providing you still want to find out, that is?"

"Oh, I still want to, Mom… all I can learn, all the two of you can teach me." And in the worst way ever. I scooped up a forkful of scrambled eggs, then set the fork back in my plate. "And you can forget all about that silly missing button." Impulsively, I ripped open the blouse, the five remaining buttons flying off in five different directions. I took the now useless blouse off and tossed it in the direction of the waste can. "In the morning I'm going to go buy a really sexy one… see-thru, just like your naughty nightie. That way Daddy will be able to see my hard pink nipples every time he looks my way."

Victor rocked back in his chair and laughed. "I told you we had a winner for a daughter, Emmy."

"I always knew that, Baby," Mom replied in all seriousness. "But I never imagined she would want to follow in the footsteps of an addicted blackcock-hoe mother."

"Oh, I'd say I've already done a bit more than just follow in your footsteps, Mom." I licked my lips—a brazen show that I could still taste her pussy in my mouth. "But, you lead and I'll follow along like a good little girl." I smiled wantonly, at both of them. "Until I get a real good hang of how things are supposed to be done, that is."

I shoveled the forkful of eggs into my mouth and winked. "Well, quit your damned dawdlin', you two; there's a long night ahead… for all three of us."

It was really a very pleasant meal. I liked the idea of having breakfast for dinner. It was a novel change from my mother's customary way of doing things in the correct order. I wondered what we would have when the sun came up; Mom's award-winning meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy?

And eating at the table topless. This was unheard of, or always had been before. One simply did not sit down to the table even partially au-natural' around Mom's house. Maybe not ten months ago, but it was obviously A-okay now. If Mom was going to be this free thinking about a little nudity, I might even consider taking my meals bare-ass naked. Victor… Daddy would probably like that… a lot. 

What I especially enjoyed was the conversation that flowed back and forth and around the table. And flowed a helluva lot easier than I, or anyone else, would have expected… given the circumstances. The educated tongue I thought I had detected in Victor's mouth proved to be dead on the mark. Views and opinions on several topics got tossed around, the vast majority dealing with current and world events, and more than just a high school education was evident in the opinions he set forth and in the way he put them; at least some, if not four full of years of college. And not at some rinky-dink junior college; at a real institution of higher learning.

And Mom's conversation was not what I remembered, either. There was still the same distinguishable Midwestern twang in her voice and the 'g' still got lopped off some ing-ending words, but some serious studying had taken place since I had been gone. She would have to done more than just a little study to keep up with her new husband's well educated mouth. 

Victor had been, and was, a good influence on Mom.. in more ways than the obvious; the perfect replacement for despicable, deadbeat dad. While Mom cleared the dishes away, I quietly thanked Victor.

"For what, Jenny?" he asked. "For what happened in the bedroom?"

"No, for what you've done for Mom. She's a whole new person now." Mom was still Mom, but inside of that motherly exterior a totally different woman was blossoming. She had broken out of her dreary cocoon and was now a blooming butterfly, radiant in vibrant color… and full of life.

Victor shook his head. "I didn't do anything for your mother that wasn't already there, locked up inside, just waiting for someone to come along and set her free."

"Not just someone, Victor; the right someone."

"Why don't you two go find something on the TV while I'm doing the dishes," Mom offered. When I, and to my astonishment, Victor protested, she shooed us both out, admonishing, "I won't have either of you helping out, not on Jenny first day back home."

"You help with the dishes?" I asked as Victor and I went into the living room.

"Fair is fair," he answered on his way to the big screen TV—which hadn't been there ten months ago. "Emmy cooks, I wash, dry and put away. If I cook, then she cleans up."

"You also cook?"

"Not anywhere near as good as your mother's fine cooking, but it's edible." He scowled at the TV. "You really want to watch something, Jenny?"

"No, I would rather just sit and talk." I sat down on a hassock in front of a big easy chair, which also hadn't been in the room when I went off to college. "If you don't mind?"

"Beats the hell out what's normally on at this hour." He plunked down in a big comfy Lazy-Boy. His chair, undoubtedly, and also another new piece of furniture in the house. The home I had returned to was simply overflowing with unexpected surprises. "I am your stepfather now, Jenny, so we really should get to know each other better. All I know about you is what your mother's told me and, from what little I've discovered about you so far…

"Beats the ever-lovin' hell out of what I knew about you… up until a couple of hours ago."

"Got me there, Jenny." Victor grinned his big, friendly grin. "Ask me anything you like, you'll ether get a straight up answer, or, if I consider it too personal, no answer at all. Fair enough?"

"Fair's fair," I replied with an easy smile. He would get the exact same responses from me; a straight answer, or none at all. I thought about all the things I could ask of my new stepfather, all the things that probably should be asked, but there was one question that really intrigued me. "Okay, how did you get into the porn business? I mean, you're an intelligent man, you're well educated, why go into something so sleazy?"

Victor's eyebrows arched. "That's one hell of a lot of question there, young lady; and an impertinent one at that. But, luckily, it's not one I consider too personal." He sat up and propped his elbows on his knees. "It's not something anyone actually sets out to do, you just sort of…fall into it." He pursed his thick, dark lips. "Maybe that should be phrased, 'You get sucked into it'."

Victor went on to explain how he had gotten out of college with a BA in Business Administration, but had been unable to settle into a job he felt comfortable in, so… "I had done some nude modeling in college… tasteful Art Class stuff, not nudie pics for some sleazy rag mag. Anyway, I was a good looking black guy, well packaged, with a big ol' cock that seemed to always be hard around good looking women, and I could keep myself from busting a nut, if I wanted to bad enough, so I decided, 'Why the hell not?' At least until something came along that I truly wanted to spend the rest of life doing."

Victor sat back and popped the footrest up. "And the rest, as they say, is history. Seven, no, almost eight years in front of the camera's all-seeing eye, under the sweltering lights, sticking my 'never-fail' black cock into bimbo after mindless bimbo, while pretending I enjoy every minute of it."

"And you're going to sit there and tell me you don't enjoy the hell out of what you do… and you really expect me to believe it?"

Victor cocked his head and snapped me one of his conspiratorial winks. "Some times I do. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't. Other times? Other times it's just a physically demanding job and the second the director calls 'Cut" I can't get out of the studio fast enough." He laid his chair back and looked into the kitchen. "And get back home to my sweet Emmy."

It had been a good story. Most likely not all of it, but told straight foreword, with revealing dashes of self-deprecating humor. "All right, one more from me, and then you can ask me something."

"Shoot."

"How did you meet, and get involved with Mom?"

Victor smiled. "Actually, it was Emmy who tracked me down. But, that's a story I think you should try wheedling out of her."

And that, as they say, was that. I knew I would nothing else about it from my stepfather. "Your turn."

"Humm… let's see now…" Victor thoughtfully stroked his chin—more stage acting then actually considering something, I figured. "All right, how are you doing in school?"

Lame. Real lame. But, it was as good a place to start from as any. "So-so," I answered. "I thought I might have a real gift for words, but now I'm not so sure. I can think something up, but it never seems to come out quite the way I want it to. I mean, it doesn't sound convincing in my own ears, so how can it possibly make any sense to someone else?"

To his credit, Victor didn't laugh, or even smile. "Writing isn't something that can be learned in just a year, Jenny. Or in two years, or three, or even four. Putting thoughts into cohesive, conjunctive sentences, paragraphs and pages requires time, and experiences along the way. And then it takes a an unquenchable desire to open up and share your inner self with others." He sat up and cupped my chin. "It'll come, Jenny girl. You're a smart young woman; but you tend to reach beyond your present limits. Let patience and perseverance take you wherever it is you want to go in life."

I wasn't exactly flabbergasted, but I was in that "Wow" state of mind. I was already hooked…solidly…on this handsome, big-cocked black man; at least sexually. I'd be lyin' if I claimed otherwise. Now I was coming to understand my stepfather a little better. And also to like him… a lot. Not as much as my mother did, but enough that I felt entirely comfortable sitting there in front of him with my tits on open display.

Mom came into the room and stood alongside Daddy's chair. "So, what are you two jaw-jackin' about?"

"Just getting to know each other better, Mom."

Victor slid his arm around Mom's waist and pulled her down into his lap. "Why, you got somethin' more interestin' in mind, woman?"

Talking time was clearly over. Now it was playtime. I fell back in the easy chair and flipped my skirt up over my tits. "This interestin' enough?" 

"Jenny," Mom gasped, "you're not wearing any panties."

"Neither are you, Mom. I can see your bush like that filmy cloth isn't even there." I wantonly spread my legs wide apart, giving both of them a wide open look at my uncovered pussy. "Now, one, or the both of you wanna do somethin' about your daughter's deplorable pantiless situation? Anything? Anything at all?"

"Emmy," Daddy said, "we clearly got us one insatiably horny daughter."

"And, an impetuous one." The light of raw lust in her eyes, Mom squirmed off Victor's lap and grabbed my hand. "Come on, recharged black stud, let's drag this slutty white-hoe daughter back in the bedroom and teach her a thing or two about running around the house without any panties on." 

Victor got up, grabbed my other hand, and back to the bedroom they dragged me. Well, it wasn't really dragging; it was more like an all-out race to see who clamored onto the bed first.

The slutty white-hoe daughter won. Boy, did I ever win. I won BIG TIME! 

A lot happen between the three of us that first night in the same big bed… and I do mean a LOT! Most of it was shrouded in a sexual haze of entwined white, black, and white bodies; hard, aching nipples, an even harder black cock; powerfully delivered loads of hot, slimy jizz; gooey, cum-seeping pussies and sweet-cream-gushing cunts. 

But, there is one thing that stands out clearly in my mind to this day. I hadn't been even vaguely aware of it happening that very first time I had had gone down on my mother and stepfather, simultaneously—I had been a little too busy satisfying my escalating curiosities to be aware of anything except for cunt and cock right then; it was only later that night, lying sandwiched between Mom and Daddy, that the delirious thought came to me: Had I, unknowingly, unwittingly, and unintentionally, found my place in life, the one particular nitch I seemed to fit into like a round peg in a round hole; that of being a slutty, bisexual white-hoe for my mother, and even more for my mother's black husband? 

Possibly for a big, strong, black cocksman of my very own one day?

To be continued…

 Well now, this chapter once again started off on a fairly high note and wound down on a more introspective one… with just a splash of far more to "cum" tacked on at the end. Wicked bitch, ain't I?

Seeing as how you've stuck with me so far, I hope you'll hang on and ride this double taboo, interracial whirlwind to its inevitable conclusion, which, I promise, will eventually come full circle… right back to where I left poor Denny, and you, so to speak, "Hanging out to dry" at the beginning of Chapter 1. 

Love, Luck, and continued Lust; 

JordonLynn

Oh, one more thing:

I receive a lot of feedback, some of it positive, some negative, some derogatory, and some down right hateful. I received one the day Chapter 1 of this story was posted from that will-o-the-wisp—the hit and run for cover critic, Anonymous, that tickled the shit out of me and I simply must share it with all of you.

Anonymous Comments: die kranke fantasie eines dreckigen, dummen, faulen Niggers Schwachsinn

For those of you who don't read German, the liberal translation is: the ill fantasy of a dirty, stupid, putrid Niggers Imbecility

Apparently, this dreckigen, dummen, faulen Neo-Nazi didn't approve of the previous chapter all that much. And, since there is no way of responding to someone who doesn't have the guts to crawl out of the woodwork and use his own name via email, I'll just do it here, for all of you to read.

{Sie genehmigen nicht interracial erotica, lesen es nicht!} {U keurt niet interracial erotica goed, leest het niet!} {Vous n'approuvez pas l'erotica interracial, ne le lisez pas!} {¡Usted no aprueba de erotica interracial, no lo lee!} {Non approvate il erotica interracial, non lo leggete!} {Δεν εγκρίνετε του διαφυλετικού erotica, δεν το διαβάζετε!}

German/ Dutch/ French/ Spanish/ Italian/ and Greek translations: You don't approve of interracial erotica, don't read it! JL



Household Sluts



I envied Mom. No, I was achingly jealous her. Was this an entirely natural, if unreasonable, emotional response from a daughter toward her mother; a quasi-Sapphic Oedipus complex sort of thing? Perhaps. But, damnit, watching the two of them rutting like animals had my guts churning. And the crotch of the plain white cotton panties I was wearing underneath my tartan plaid skirt… it felt wet; like I had been too slow in racing for the potty and had peed a little in them.

I squeezed my thighs together to stop the trembling that, at some unrealized point, had crept into my legs. "Nooo," I moaned under my breath. Apparently, I had indeed suffered an accidental spurt of incontinence and it hadn't been a little accident, either. Not the way the crotch of my panties was squishing against my, surprisingly, hot pussy. It was a tormenting sensation, and I don't mean because I hadn't peed my panties since I had been a very little girl. 

"Ughhh… ungh… unghhhhhhhhhhhh!" my mother grunted and groaned over and over as she worked her sloppy pussy on that magnificent black cock, cumming right along with her black lover. For nearly two minutes she ground her pussy on his cock before finally collapsing on his chest. "Thank you, Daddy," she cooed. "You always make me feel so good inside… so fucking good all over."

"All over." Yes, it was all over—except for the post-sex snuggling I figured they'd do. So, with at least my curiosity satiated for the time being, I made to sneak off back down the hall, go out to my car and call from my cell phone, then give them half an hour for Mom to get the severely disheveled bed made and for the two them to make themselves presentable for company before coming back in. A good plan, I thought; both prudent and courteous on my part and, providing I could keep my eyes from straying to the pronounced bulge I was almost certain would not be unnoticeable in the man's crotch, or commented in more than a passing way concerning the rosy glow of recent sex I was dead certain would be flushing my mother's cheeks, neither of them would catch on that I had stood in the doorway of my mother's bedroom watching them fuck each other like a horny pair of interracial rabbits.

However, as most carefully thought out plans of mice and men so often go… You guessed it; I got caught.

The man, Mom's Black Stud Daddy, raised his head above my mother's and, after a long, hard look, he—of all the outlandish things imaginable—winked at me. "Seems we had us an audience this session, Emma," he chortled. It wasn't a derisive, mean-spirited horselaugh; it was the easy laugh of someone who was sure of himself, confident he could handle any situation and wouldn't come unnerved simply because he had been caught with his pants down… in this case, completely off. There was good-natured warmth and even a discernable a note of deep affection in his familiar use of my mother's name. 

It was only a matter of seconds before I figured all hell was going to erupt in the room, but in that miniscule reprieve, I could see that my mother had done very well for herself in choosing this particular man to be her lover, even if he wasn't of our race. Take way his 50's style hairdo—Elvis Presley sideburns and all—and he was really quite a handsome man. Of course, after the hot and sweaty sexual shenanigans he and my mother had just been through, his high-rise pompadour was no longer perfectly coiffured. Maybe it was a wig; worn for whatever his part was in their sex games. 

Black Stud's shiny, mahogany facial features were thin, rather than being Negro blunt, and his deep-set eyes were twinkling onyx orbs beneath groomed brows. His razor-sharp nose was a little bent, but not grotesquely crooked, and a precisely sculptured mustache and goatee surrounded a pair of lush, inviting lips. His jaw line came to a point—accentuated even more by the goatee—yet still had an authoritative set to it. There was also a youthful cast to his face; making him appear five, maybe as much as ten years younger than my mother.

Sleepy-eyed and inattentive in her after-sex stupor, Black Stud's initial comment clearly hadn't registered, but when he tapped her on the shoulder and added with a sly smile, "You could at least say hello to our company," my mother's head turned. Her sleepy eyes instantly went wide and terrified. Her head came up off the man's chest like a rebounding soccer ball. "Jen!" she keened and attempted to throw herself off the man.

The man quickly entwined his long black fingers in her ginger colored hair. "Don't even think of going there, Emma," he snapped, holding her in place by her hair. "You've seen me fuck probably a hundred white bitches since we've been together and others have watched us fuck plenty of times, so don't go gettin' all embarrassed and prudish about being caught with my big ol' black cock in your nasty white pussy."

His tone had been relaxed, even conversational, but my mother stopped squirming like a switch had been thrown inside her. "But," she a meekly protested, "it's Jen! It's… it's my daughter, for God's sake!"

"I know who she is, Emma," the man replied, "Her pictures are all over the house." He released my mother and I understood perfectly why she didn't even attempt to roll off him. I had a good ten foot head start, enough of a lead that I probably would have made it to the front door before he untangled himself from Mother and came after me, yet the command presence in the man's voice had me frozen in place like a mannequin… and I didn't even know him. 

"Hi, Jen," the man said in a cheery voice. "I'm Victor… your stepfather."

That, figuratively, and then literally, kicked the legs right out from under me. What he… this complete stranger… this BLACK man had just said, especially that last word, staggered me. It was like I had been hit in the solar plexus; I couldn't breathe. My out-of-control mind whirled right along with the spinning room, searching for an answer; something… It didn't have to be a reasonable answer, or even a logical one, just anything I could latch on to that might at least resemble reality. 

"Run!" The word exploded inside my head. "Get the hell out of here. You're in the wrong people's house stupid!" I had been driving since before sunup and it was now almost sunset. Tired and highway hypnotized, I had taken a wrong turn off somewhere. The street had looked like the right one, the house had looked like the one I had grown up in, but I was obviously on the wrong block… in the wrong town… maybe even in the wrong state. It was a stretch, sure, a big stretch, but it was the only thing that made any sort of sense at all. I tried to back away, but my feet got tangled and I wound up spraddle-legged on the bedroom floor. 

The jar of my butt hitting the floor made the room stop spinning and the world came back into clearer focus. I wasn't in the wrong house. This was my mother's bedroom, all right. It seemed larger than I remembered it being—more open and airy—and the walls were painted a different color—stark white instead of pale rose, but the antique mirrored-dresser was definitely mother's. Family heirlooms you don't forget, especially when they've been promised to you one day. 

I recognized the pictures on the wall—a few of them, anyway—but the bed was not the same one that had been in this room when I had left for college, not the warm and cozy, quilt-covered safe harbor I had snuck into as a scared little girl, afraid of the boogey man hiding in my closet. This bed was twice that one's size and there was no crazy quilt neatly folded across the foot of it. 

And then, of course there was the bed's erotic (or pornographic?) tableau itself. I was already a having little difficulty recalling my dad's face clearly, but a child never forgets their mother's and the flushed face looking down at me was unmistakably that of my mother… lying naked on top of a younger, wiry-muscled, good looking, naked black man… whose big black cock was still buried in "my mother's" Caucasian pussy.

How was this… how could any of this be possible? We weren't a racist family. (Well, dad could be when he had a snoot full.) I had gone all through school with black kids, black families attended my mother's church, half of the police force and several of the town's firemen were black guys, a number of the teachers in all the schools were black. The very popular deputy mayor—the former principle of my high school—was black. One of my brother's few friends in high school had been a skinny black kid. But, by and large, this was pretty much a white bread and mayonnaise community, where the races didn't mix… at least not sexually… not on this side of the tracks, anyway.

This might be the home I had left ten months earlier, but was very definitely not the same household I had unwittingly stumbled into less than half an hour ago. Life, as I had always known it, had been turned inside out.

I took me several attempts, but I finally managed to put the words banging around inside my head into the form of a question; the one I wanted answered first and foremost. "You're my what?"

"Your stepfather," the man, who now had his arm protectively around my mother's shoulders, answered calmly. The color contrast—his black skin against my mother's white flesh—was stark, unnerving, yet it was also erotic, which was even more unnerving. You are not supposed to find anything even remotely erotic about your own mother. "Your mother and I have been married… What's it been, Emmy, six months now?"

My mother tittered. She actually tittered like a schoolgirl. "Going on seven, my big bad ape man."

"Seven of the happiest months of my life," Victor acknowledged affectionately. He bounced his black asscheeks on the bed, driving the couple of glistening black inches of his cock that had slipped out of my mother's soupy hole back up into his adoring white wife's cocked-stuffed cunt. "Most fulfilling seven months of your mother's life, too. Or, so I've been told… repeatedly."

My mother took one of his dark nipples between her thumb and forefinger and twisted. "I've been fucking and sucking your big black cock for over nine months, asshole." She quickly leaned down and kissed the tortured nipple all better. "And they have all been the happiest, most fantastic…" She ground her pussy down into his dark crotch. "And definitely the most fulfilling months I've ever known."

"Horny blackcock slut," Victor jibed.

"White-pussy-whipped black stud," my mother bantered back. She kissed his full dark lips—clearly slipping Victor a lot of tongue in the process—then turned and glowered at me. "How long were you standing in the door, young lady?"

"Long enough for her to have heard you begging me to shoot my hot Nigger jizz into your horny pink cunt would be my guess." Victor laughed. "Probably longer than that. And, from the bright red flush in her cheeks, I'd have to say she liked what she saw." He winked at me again. "Did you like what you watched, Jen? Was watching your mother fuck herself on my black cock what made the crotch of your white panties all wet?"

It was then that I realized that I hadn't peed my panties; I had cum watching them fuck. This was a mild relief, only because a mature young woman does not pee her panties like an un-potty-trained little girl. Understanding the why behind me cumming in my panties was more disconcerting. Had I actually orgasmed—rather profusely—watching my mother fuck herself on a big black cock… without even touching my pussy? This was a first for me, but one I definitely intended to explore further… after I had bidden Mom and my new stepfather goodnight and had closed—and securely locked—the door of my old bedroom behind me for the night.

Little did I realize that this new-found ability to cum untouched would be only the first of several more firsts I would experience before the sun came up again. And, after discovering some things about myself—that I never would have suspected when I had rolled out of bed in my dorm room that morning—I wasn't at all certain that the sun would rise in the East, as I had invariably done ever since the world began.

My mother—her cheek resting on Victor's black chest, smiled at me… smiled in a way she had never smiled at me before. "Did you really like watching us, Jen? Was it, like Victor said, seeing your mother getting the fucking of her life by a big black cock that made you cum in your panties?"

Before I could even think about what I should say, I answered her… truthfully. "Yes."

"May I see for myself?"

The lay-back way they were both acting, the non-pulsed manner in which Mom and Victor seemed to accept me being there with them—them bare-ass naked and me fully dressed, instead of putting me off actually put me a little more at ease, and wanting to at least appear as cavalier about this sticky situation as my mother and new stepfather were being, I lifted up the front of my skirt, then impulsively brought my knees up and bowed them wide apart. If Mom wanted to see my wet panties, the least I could do was provide her an unobstructed view and (unintentionally?) her black husband, too.

"You really did, Jenny… a lot!" For a second or two, I was afraid my mother was actually going to get up off her husband, come over and cop a feel of my sopping wet crotch. Instead, she nonchalantly asked, "Did you wish it was you riding on Victor's big ol' black cock?"

They already knew I had watched them and I now here I was, sitting there brazenly showing off my wet panties to my mother and her black husband… panties made very wet from watching my white mother and black stepfather fucking. What more did I have to risk? Certainly not my pride and from the heated rush I was getting at having my mother and stepfather both admiring the copious wetness of my panties, it sure as hell wasn't any modesty that I might have left. That was now in tatters on my mother's bedroom floor and, to be perfectly honest, I didn't miss losing that archaic hindrance to it free thinking. A writer is supposed to expand her vision of life around her, not stifle all, or even any, experiences that will allow her creativity to bloom. Well, I was expanding the shit out of any horizon limitations I might have ever knowingly, or unknowingly, placed on myself. 

Again I answered my mother in the only way I could. "Yes."

"How about when Victor was pumping me full of his Nigger…

"Yes!," I admitted a husky rasp. "Mother, I… I wanted so bad to be you when he… when Victor was pumping all that hot jizz up inside you." I couldn't bring myself to say it the way she had. The word Nigger was not an everyday word in my vocabulary… yet.

My mother's eyebrow arched. "Really?" She patted the edge of the bed. "Come sit with us, Jenny."

I got to my feet, but hesitated taking that initial step. Victor grinned. "I promise I won't bite, Jenny."

Nobody… and I mean no one, not even my dumb-ass brother, called me Jenny. Only my mother. But, mysteriously, I didn't mind Victor calling me Jenny. I stepped over to the bed, but sat on the very edge. Victor, stepfather or not, was an imposing physical presence and I wanted as much of a head start as I could get if I decided I had to flee. 

The smell of hot sex coming from both of them was overpowering and I felt a little more cum seep into my panties. It was one more mystery, piled on top of so many inexplicable things I had already witnessed, why the humid odor of sex—coming from my own mother and an unknown BLACK stepfather—seemed to make me feel a little safer.

My mother reached back and raked her crimson-painted fingernails lightly over Victor's cum-glazed balls. The sharp contrasts in the distinctively different colors—Mom's white hand, her red nails, and Victor's black ball sac—made for a wantonly wicked picture; one I knew my brother, even with his unquestionable talent and dynamic flare for color, couldn't possibly capture accurately… definitely not the libidinous essence of what his once "normal" white mother was doing to a black man. 

"You ever been this close to a black cock, Jen?" Mom asked in a throaty voice.

I couldn't pull my eyes away from the lewd sight of her scratching her husband's black testicles. "N… no."

"Ever seen one… in the flesh?"

"No. Pictures, mostly… and in some streaming porn on the Internet."

"But, you're no stranger to real, flesh and blood cocks, are you?"

I shook my head. "No, mother, I haven't been a virgin since high school. But, it's only been with white boys, and none of them had…" I couldn't help myself, I was compelled to stare at where my mother and Victor were still coupled; her white legs and buttocks straddling his lithe black torso, his big black cock still encased by the feminine folds of her wet pink cunt, their joined crotches shimmering with the juices of their combined orgasms. "I've… I've never seen a dick as big as the one you get to enjoy, mother."

"Would you like to touch it?" she asked.

"Ohhh.. yesssss." 

Mother took my hand in hers and placed it where the two of them were joined. I could feel the wet, lust-swollen lips of my mother's pussy pulsating. I felt the base of Victor's cock throbbing. My fingers became all slippery with the combined juices of their hot animal fucking. An uncontrollable shiver raced up my spine and the crotch of my already drenched panties got even wetter.

"Like what you're feeling down there, Jen?"

"Umm… humm."

"No, I mean do you like everything you're feeling, both sexes… at the same time?"

Up until that moment, I had never given any serious consideration to lesbian sex, but, here and now, with my mother and her black lover, it seemed almost… almost natural to be feeling both of them up; Victor's black cock—which, amazingly, felt like it was still hard—and my mother's gooey pussy. "Does Victor's dick feel as good inside you as it feels to me out here, Mother?'

"Better, Jenny," my mother cooed. "So much better, you can't believe how good unless you've tried it."

"Uh, can we three get something straight, right here and right now," Victor scolded. "You know better, Emma, but, Jenny, what you're playing finger tag with isn't a dick; it's a cock. A big black cock that demands respect. You got that?"

"Yes, Victor," I automatically replied. I cupped his balls in my hand and massaged them. "A big, beautiful black cock that deserves to be respectfully worshiped."

Why the hell had I said that… at least in that way? I had always been a young woman with a mind and a will of her own, and yet, here I was, responding almost slavishly to my mother's black lover. Was I possibly not as strong a person as I had always believed myself to be? Or, had watching the two of them fuck like rutting animals gotten me that fucking horny? In either case, playing finger tag in their sloppy genitals was exacerbating the confusing situation all to hell.

"Think she'd do it, Emmy?" I heard Victor whisper.

"Hard to say, Baby," my mother answered back. "But, what have we got to lose in finding out? She's already caught us fucking, and she hasn't pulled her hand away. In fact, she is doing some rather stimulating exploring down there with her fingers." She turned her head and asked in all seriousness, "Have you ever given a blowjob, Jen?"

That kind of startled me, but not enough to make me withdraw my more daringly exploring hand from their soupy genitals. "Yes, I've given head to several guys."

"How about licking a pussy? I've heard all about what goes on in those college dorm rooms."

That did it; this had started off utterly insane, had moved to progressively more outlandish, and was now bordering on way out of control. But, I just couldn't seem to make myself get up off the bed and indignantly storm out of the room. "No, mother," I answered in a voice that (given the present circumstances) sounded strangely calm in my ears, "regardless of what you've heard, your daughter has yet to lick one single pussy."




Household Sluts



My mother pursed her lips thoughtfully. "As of yet, huh?" She looked at Victor. "Your call, black stud."

Victor grinned. "Your daughter, you nasty white hoe. You make the call."

Mom looked back at me, the expression on her face unmistakable. If she truly were an animal, my mother would still be deep in heat. "Do you want to, Jen? Would you like to replace your hand with your face and lick the cum off Victor's balls… and from your mother's pussy?"

Mom had made the offer and her lover, her husband, my stepfather, was clearly in favor of the idea. If I refused and left them alone, I knew that, as long as I held no animosity for what they had between them, there would be no hard feelings from them. But, that wasn't what either of them wanted, nor did I. The call, therefore, wasn't either of theirs; it was mine. 

I took a deep breath, held it for a long moment and slowly let it out. "Well, if I am going to do this…" I stood up and began unbuttoning my blouse. I was way over dressed for whatever licking the cum off Victor's big black balls, and also from my mother's white-hoe pussy, was undoubtedly going to lead to.

By the time I was down to peeling off my wet panties, something foreign had come over me; an unaccountable sense of wanting to be a nasty white-hoe daughter for my mother… and for my new black stepfather, too. My pink nipples were hard as pebbles and aching in the most delicious way. My pussy was on fire. If my cunt didn't explode…real damned soon…I was going to implode.

I held out my soiled panties to my mother. "Here, it's because of you two they're wringing wet; why don't you share them while… while I'm cleaning up the mess you two made."

My mother took my panties and held them to her black lover's nose. I knelt on the bed right behind Mother, between Victor's skinny black legs and went down on my elbows. The humid aroma of their sexual union was instantaneously captivating beyond belief. The pungent odor of my mother's oozing pussy, unexpectedly, made my moth water. But, it was the heady, slightly acrid scent of my very first black crotch that was my undoing. I stuck out my tongue and tentatively lapped at Victor's cum-frosted balls.

My initial taste of black genitals was my complete and total downfall. If I would have stopped to think about what I was going to do—before I went ahead and did it, I could have (maybe) still bolted off the bed and raced pell-mell out of the room. Instead, I impulsively licked Victor's balls again. And then again, and again and again and again. I was becoming… No, by that point, I was irretrievably hooked on black sex… just as solidly as my once "normal" mother had so obviously become addicted to it. I knew this, and I really didn't give a fuck. Mom was willing to share her newly-acquired white-hoe lust for hot black sexing with me and that was all… that was the ONLY thing that mattered.

I licked feverishly at Victor's salt-smelling crotch, hungrily swiping every glistening droplet of cum and cunt cream from his tangy balls with my tongue. I even lowered my face and lapped like a thirsty kitten at the slimy puddle of fuck juice they had spewed onto the once-clean sheets. 

Then, I raised my eyes and looked at my mother's widely-stretched pussy, at where the majority of Victor's strong black cock was plugged into her mature, womanly cunt. In the last half hour, I had watched two people fuck—one of them my own mother—and had cum (without touching myself) as a result of that unintentional voyeurism. Of my own accord, I had stripped myself naked and joined my parents on the bed, then I had greedily licked semen from my first black crotch. Now I was about to experience the fifth, or maybe it was the sixth first of my young life. I was going to eat my very first pussy, and the wildest, the most exhilarating aspect of this experience was the pussy that I was willingly going to lick belonged to my very own mother. The utterly taboo nature of what I was about to embark on was mind-blowing… in the extreme. But, I was compelled beyond reason to go through with this. I didn't have an option, nor did I want to be given one.

I leaned in, placed the flat of my tongue against the couple of exposed inches of Victor's cock, and slowly drew my tongue upward. The second my taste buds made contact with my mother's pussy—not just her pussy, but the slippery pink flesh of her cunt—I was a goner. For those of you who have never done this, the taste of pussy (especially that of a freshly-fucked pussy) is more intoxicating than whole gallon of cheap Dago wine can be. I slid my tongue across the wet pink flesh at the posterior portion of my mother's pussy, just shy of reaching the puckered rosebud of her anus, before moving down and running my tongue back and forth along both hair-fringed lips of her pussy. Then, I slid it back to where she and Victor were coupled together. Without any thought, I stiffened my tongue and slid it into her cunt along side Victor's hard black cock. 

I had, I realized, just gone completely over the edge in doing something as depraved as this. From being a fresh-faced, somewhat sexually experimental college freshman, in the blink of an eye, in one, possibly two heartbeats, I had wantonly descended into the murky depths of abject sluttiness. I was lost and wanted nothing more than to wallow in the mire of my own escalating white-hoe lust. I rapidly darted my tongue in and out of my mother's cunt; wickedly tongue-fucking my own mother while at the same time slavishly tongue-massaging her black lover's throbbing cock.

The improvisational tongue-fucking I was giving her cunt eventually got to my mother. She ground her ass back against my face and wheezed, "Are… are you sure you've never done this before, Jen?"

Not wanting to pull my mouth away from this triple sexual union, simply to reply to a meaningless inquiry, I took Victor's balls in my hand and massaged them. I also intensified my tongue-fucking of both their sex organs to let them know that any verbal answer would be just as irrelevant as her question had been.

"She a natural, Emma?" I faintly heard Victor ask.

"If she isn't," Mother groaned, "she's… she's one hell of a fast learner."

"Wonder how she'd do on just cock alone?'

"Why don't we find out?" My mother squealed, and much to my aghast horror, she rose up and slowly drew her juicy cunt up the length of Victor's glistening black cock. The golf ball sized head of my stepfather's hard black cock made a wet plopping sound when in finally exited my mother's cunt. Cum—the amount of which I had never seen before—literally poured from my mother's gapping cunt, running down the impossible length of her husband's black cock in slivery rivulets.

Mother squirmed off Victor, spun around and grabbed his huge black cock in her small white hand. "Have at it, Jen," she encouraged in a husky voice. "Show Daddy that sucking off a big, beautiful black cock is an ingrained family trait."

I didn't know just how "ingrained" this "supposed family trait" my mother was alluding to was; what I did know—for dead certain—was that I wanted that big, beautiful black cock she was holding out to me in my mouth… more than I had ever wanted anything in my entire life. So, without any ado whatsoever, I quickly closed my mouth around the slimy, cum-bathed head of my black stepfather's cock. 

I can only describe my very first taste of black cock as being "electrifyingly addictive". Sorry, but that's the best explanation I can supply. I'm sure any of the white women reading this, who have experienced the intense physical and mental sensations of having a throbbing black cock in her salivating mouth, know what I mean by both "electrifying" and "addictive".

I swirled my tongue round and round the satin-smooth cockhead in my mouth, attempted to worm the tip of it into the dilated peehole in search of any lingering cum. Then, I cautiously eased my pursed lips down onto the turgid stalk below the flared crown. Two inches… then another inch… then a little more, until the head of my black stepfather's cock was at the back of my throat.

"Go easy, Jen," my mother cautioned. "I know you're having trouble controlling your desires—it was the same way for me the first time, but going down on a big black cock takes practice."

I opened my eyes and looked into my mother's. Did I detect a challenge in her watery blue orbs? Had Mom thrown down a perverse sexual gauntlet of some sort? If this was the case…

Drawing a deep breath through my flared nostrils, I shoved my mouth down onto her husband's cock. The bulbous cockhead burst past my startled tonsils, along with a good two inches of hard-charging cock shaft. I gagged… gagged some more, spit and mucus spewed from my nostrils. I continued to gag and snort mucus, but fiercely held on to the hard, throbbing black inches I had successfully (though marginally, I assure you) managed to capture so far.

"For Christ's sake, Emma," Victor demanded, "let her…"

Mother's hand was twisted in my hair and she yanked my mouth off Victor's cock. "Damnit, girl, I told you going down on black cock takes practice… lots of it. I know; it was nearly a week before I could swallow all of Daddy's cock down my throat."

I gasped for air, eventually caught my breath, and then I challenged my mother with my eyes as well as the timber of my voice. "I'll do it my very first time, Mother. You said this was an ingrained family trait; well, I'm going to show Victor that the further it's passed down the line, the better this family becomes at sucking off black cock." I softened my tone. "But, I'm going to need help doing it. Help me, Momma, help your daughter swallow every last inch of this big black cock her very first time." I lowered my eyes, just the way I had always done when I was younger, when I wanted to swing Mom over to my side. "Help me become the blackcock-addicted, white-hoe slut you've become for… for our Daddy."

My emphasis on "our Daddy" worked its intended magic. "All right, Honey," Mom said softly. I wasn't positive, but I'm pretty sure there was a note of pride in her voice. "I'll help you." She leaned forward and kissed me… on the mouth, even slipping me some tongue. I had French kissed boys before—finding it so-so enjoyable, but it didn't take more than my first Sapphic kiss to realize that I really liked Frenching another woman… especially when that other woman was my mother.

Mom removed her mouth from mine and guided my petulant lips back to the head of Victor's cock. "Now, take it slow this time, Jen. Momma's going to be right here the whole time, helping her daughter become the helpless white-hoe slut for black cock that her mother has so happily become."

My lips opened against the velvety-smooth head of Victor's cock, Mom pushed my head down, and my stepfather's black cock slid up into my mouth. "That's the way, Jenny," Mom encouraged, "nice and easy. Take your time, have some fun with it. It's just as important that you learn to enjoy going down on a black cock as it is learning how to go all the way down on one." 

My mouth was soon full of Victor's cock and Mom was right; I was having fun, really enjoying learning how to go down on a big black cock. In what was to become a reflex action, I relaxed my larynx just as the head of Daddy's cock more easily entered my throat this time. Several seconds, and several hard, black inches of cock later, Victor's cock had reached the depth where Mom had pulled me off it. After a long moment—with about half of her husband's cock past my lips and lodged in my throat, she slowly pulled my head up, allowing me a brief respite to get a breath of air. "Okay, Jenny," she coached in a motherly voice, "let's see if we can improve on what you've learned so far."

Mom exerted pressure on the back of my head and down went my mouth. Down… and down… and down, until the head of my black stepfather's cock was well past the point it had reached in my first two attempts. My mother held me there longer this time (or, so it seemed) until I began to gag, then pulled my head up and my mouth off Victor's cock. "That was three trys, Jenny, you sure you want to try getting it all down the first time?"

"I'll get it all the next try, Mom," I promised her. But my head was spinning from loss of oxygen and my jaw ached from having my mouth forced so wide open. My throat was also a little sore from the length of black cock it had been made to swallow. Making a comparison between sucking on a five or six inches of white, college boy dick and going down on a black man's more substantial cock is a lot like comparing apples to oranges; they're both fruits, but that's where the similarity ends. But then, I had only partially sucked one black cock so far, so maybe I didn't know enough to be making a fair and honest assessment… yet. 

I told Mom that I needed a minute or two before I attempted my forth (and hopefully successful) oral assault on Daddy's big black cock. I rotated my head around a few times and worked my jaws back and forth until it felt like everything that would be essential to the matter at hand was more or less loosened up. Then, I fixed my mother with a dead-serious stare. "This try, no matter what, even if it sounds like I'm choking to death, if my bottom lip isn't at least touching Daddy's ball sac, I want you to make me do it. You got that, Mom; it's all the way this time, or I die trying."

There was a fleshy slap from behind Mom and her body jolted. "My money's on Jenny," Victor hooted.

My eyes went wide, "Did he… did Victor… did Daddy just slap your backside?"

"Yes, Honey, Daddy slapped my ass. But there wasn't any malice in it… trust me." Mom turned her head and stuck her tongue out at Victor. "He just likes to see my flabby white asscheeks jiggle."

Mom wasn't really flabby. Sure, she could stand to lose a little weight. Ten, maybe fifteen pounds dropped, a good morning jog three or four days a week with me, and she would have her girlish figure back in no time. Hell, she was only forty; (she had me when she was 20, Denny at 18) so, with a retrimed figure and a little makeup judiciously applied, she'd still turn male heads on any college campus… and more than a few female heads, too.

I grinned. "Long as it's only a playtime thing, I have no objections to having my white ass slapped by a black hand… especially by Daddy's strong black hand." I took a long, deep breath. "Okay, Mom, let's do it."

Mom pushed down on my head, my mouth opened wide, and the head of Daddy's cock was once more poised at the opening to my throat. Then, the head was in my throat and steadily going deeper… and deeper, until it had reached the depth I thought of as being the point of no return, the point of no surrender on my part. I was apprehensive as to whether I could actually accomplish something only an hour earlier I would have considered a physical impossibility.

I waited impatiently for Mom to make me finish what I had started. When she didn't, I took it upon myself to finish the job… all on my own. With a determined lunge (maybe you should make that an insanely courageous lurch) my bottom lips wasn't just touching Daddy's balls, it was buried in the dark, fleshy skin of his ball sac. I had done it; ten full inches of hard black cock were now lodged in my throat, my nose was embedded in a wiry mat of black pubic hair and my bottom lip was pressed against Daddy's black balls. If I wasn't an accomplished white-hoe slut yet, I was well on my way to becoming one. A blackcock-addicted white whore… just like my mother.

Mom pulled my head back up, until only the head of Victor's cock was captured behind my tightly pursed lips. Allowing me a quick breath, back down on my stepfather's cock my anxious mouth traveled. Mom repeated this procedure—essentially fucking her husband's cock with her daughter's mouth and throat—for several long, and increasingly glorious, minutes. Twenty, thirty, as many as forty times my mouth slid up and down the throbbing length of my stepfather's wondrous black cock. I was growing prouder of myself by the second, proud at how what I was learning to do was coming so naturally. I was also enjoying the ever-lovin' hell out of being able to please a well endowed black man—my mother's husband—with my inexperienced mouth. 

 Any of you white ladies, who have "willingly" (non-coerced being the operative word in this) been where I was right then, care to differ with me on any point so far?  

It came to me slowly, like through a foggy mist along a river in late Fall, but somewhere along the line I realized that Mom was no longer exerting any pressure on my head. I was sucking off Daddy's big black cock all on my own. Genuine pride welled up inside me as I forced my head up. When the head of Daddy's cock plopped out of my mouth, I wrapped my hand around the thick black base (my fingertips didn't even touch the heel of my hand) and looked at… really looked at my first black cock, closely inspecting every fold, every bump and ridge, every wrinkle and depression in its turgid make up. Had anything I had ever gazed upon in my short twenty years been anywhere near as inspiring as the strong, powerful pole of glistening ebony flesh before my eyes? "Not even close," I sighed.

Snaking out my tongue, I playfully licked Daddy's cock like it was a big ol' giant Tootsie-Roll; up one side and down the other; along the top and especially the sensitive underneath where the bulging vein, that would sooner or later deliver his potent Nigger sperm, lay beneath the tightly stretched black skin. I swirled my tongue around and around the swollen head, even managing to worm a fraction of the tip of it into the precum-drooling peehole. 

Only when it couldn't possibly get any slipperier, or glisten any wetter with my spit, did I close my mouth over the crown of Daddy's inspiring black cock. I removed my hand from around the base of his cock; I didn't want anything preventing me from going all the way down on my stepdaddy's superlative cock. I went about it slow, an inch at a time, working the flat of my tongue against the pronounced cum-pipeline as I once again swallowed all ten inches of that magnificent black cock. I worked my mouth up and down that pole of hot black man flesh a half dozen times or more in this manner, then decided to improvise even more. I began humming as I sucked Daddy off, stopping at every completed down-thrust of my mouth to slide my tongue out between my teeth and his cock to flick at his balls.

"Holy FUCKING shit!" Victor hissed, jerking his ass up off the bed. "Jenny isn't a fast learner," he told Mom as he fucked his cock up into my mouth several more times, "our little girl is the embodiment of a natural born black cock sucker."

There was some jostling on the bed and then Mom's face was in close to mine. "Daddy wants to try something with you, Jenny. He calls it a Nigger Skull Fuck. I let him do me that way and I'm here to tell you, I cum every time… and I mean I spew cum from my cunt like a fucking fire hydrant."

I had a fairly good idea of what Daddy had in mind, and I was all for it. "Okay," I wetly garbled around the firm cockhead I wasn't about to turn loose of.

Victor's black hands came down and took hold of head. "Ready, Jenny?" he asked.

I nodded and my mouth and throat were instantly being force-fed all ten inches of his rock-hard black cock. Ten, fifteen times he demandingly fucked his cock with my mouth. The walls of my cunt almost immediately went out of control, expanding and contracting with a will entirely their own. I couldn't believe it; from being face-fucked, Nigger Skull Fucked, I was about to…

"FUuuuCK!" Victor bellowed and, half second later, a powerful jet of sperm was rocketing down my throat. A full second later, a second blast of hot cum was following the cum-trail the first jet was leaving behind on the way down to my tummy.