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Mother's Secret

By: ipbjlc



I am writing this story because I can't share what happened to me with anyone. For which society has placed these laws and beliefs around the world I could spend the rest of my years behind bars and worse not taste and fuck the one cock that has brought ecstasy which I have never known. 

This cock belongs to my son. Now don't just start thinking that I am this hot older slut. Well the older part is true but I am not slut and I am far from to being considered hot. I am a 180lb 5’4” woman with brunette hair with a touch of gray, and green eyes. I don't turn heads, unless I am trying to catch their attention. Now then there is my son whom is a stud, muscular, with some baby fat, brown eyes, and 6’2” and a 7 inch cock that is so sweet.

My life has been dull for many years. My husband whom I can't stand to be around for no more than a few minutes sleeps downstairs. Next to that room is his office where he spends most of his days sitting there, coughing, smoking his Marlboro's and watching CNN all day.

Me I work all day while the bum stays home and does nothing. The only enjoyments I get are seeing my grandchildren and having a few glasses of wine before bed, which contributed to how me and my son have become sexual lovers. Unfortunately my son does not live with us any longer. He has gone off and bought a house and found a wife to spend his years with. But he does pay me visits from time to time.

I remember the first time my son and I were together. It seems that it was only yesterday though it had been two years. I was sitting in the family room with a fire going, there was seven inches of snow on the ground and it was still falling. I sat on the couch wrapped in a fleece blanket, though the heater was working hard and the fire was roaring there was still a chill in the air. I had a novel on my lap and a glass of wine on the table. I had been trying to read the book but my worries over the fact that my son had not made it home yet made it impossible to get into the words on the pages. 

I heard the front door open and had to fight the urge of running into the foyer and questioning John on where he had been all this time. I could feel my heart pounding hard in my chest, partly due to relief that John had made it home and then partly due to anger that he had even gone out in this weather and had kept me worrying this whole time.

I listened as his footsteps got closer to the room I was in and turned around when I heard him in the doorway.

He stood there smiling, waiting for me to explode with questions but I didn’t give him that benefit. I smiled at him and said hello. He looked disappointed that I was not going to do my typical over reacting Mother thing. He walked into the room and sat on the couch beside me. I kept quiet, staring at the fire.

"Well mom, I brought the snow blower like I promised, I'm going to take care of the driveway right away." 

I nodded in response, and off he went. Sitting here on the couch with nothing but my thoughts; thinking what a nice boy I have, who comes over in times of need. Too bad though, there are other needs I need filled, but he is my son. I shouldn't have such thoughts like those. Granted he is a tall, strong, handsome man and I know he is good with the ladies. I remember the days when the phone was ringing off the hook, and he would leave for a few hours and then come back smelling like sex. Hmmmm how that smell turn me on. Oh god, look at me. Thinking about my boy in such a way.  I should be ashamed. Gosh, to think he would even be interested in an old lady like me. What do I have to offer? Nothing, but my love as a mother. I wonder how he is doing out there. 

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. He came back in, shuddering from the cold, "all right I’m not going to that right now. Snow’s coming down too hard and it is way too cold out there." I smiled at him, "would you like some hot chocolate or some of my wine?"

"I’ll take a cup of hot chocolate." I got up to make him some, "oh Mom don’t worry about it. I’ll do it." I nodded my head and sat back down. 

When he came back in with the steaming cup of cocoa, he sat down on the couch beside me, sipping the warm drink, "now that hits the spot! Where’s Dad at?"

"Where do you think he is?" I said a little more mean than I should have. 

He cleared his throat, "I see. I don’t know why you stay with him Mom. He is no good for you."

Tears came to me eyes as I heard the protective tone my son’s voice had taken. "There is no reason for you to worry about that John." 

He came closer and put his arms around me, "I always worry about you Mom. I want you to be happy."

"That’s a long shot."

"What can I do to make you happy?"

The first thought that went through my head was to tell him I wanted him to fuck me but I could never say that to him. "I don’t know John."

"How long has it been since you had sex?"

My eyes opened wide in surprise, "what? John, you don’t need to know those things."

"Will it make you happy?"

"John stop." I could feel the blood rising to my face from embarrassment and desire. I watched as he brought his lips closer to mine, though there was something telling me to stop him, I couldn’t

Let him kiss me, but it was too late for I felt his warm lips on mine which in turn caused me to moan. Oh god how did this boy ever learn to kiss; oh god his tongue, his tongue is snaking all over the inside of my mouth. God he is making me so hot, so wet. Oh my, he is groping my breasts; oh yes John, that's it, pinch those nipples. God it's been so long, but this is so wrong, so terribly wrong. I need to stop this. 

As I'm about to push him away I accidentally or subconsciously placed my hand on his hardon, and what a hardon it felt like. So big, thick, and I bet it's even juicy. I'm certain that it would be sweet tasting too. Hell all the times I licked my fingers clean from fingering myself, the juices were so sweet, I'm sure my boy is the same. 

But still this is wrong, OH GOD....he is fingering my pussy. I knew I should have put on some panties when he told me he would be coming. Oh god, I can't stop this now, oh hell might as well go with the flow. If I'm lucky hubby will walk in on us and then leave forever. I can be only so lucky, but then again I do have my son here about to fuck me, hell anything is possible now. 

He pushed me gently back onto the couch and lifted my dress up, revealing my sopping cunt to him. I could see the desire in his face as he bent down, his tongue going straight to my clit. I jumped, and moaned loudly as I felt his tongue flicking across my hard bud. My hands went to his head, holding tightly to his hair as he worked my pussy. Making me feel so good.

"Mmmm…Mom your pussy tastes so good!"

I moaned louder, "Oh John your tongue feels wonderful! It’s been so long since a man has licked me. Oh God, I’m going to cum!" 

He sucked my clit in harder, nibbling and licking it faster, "cum for me Mom!"

I lost it then, I felt my juices shoot out, filling my son’s mouth with my cum. 

I pushed his head gently away when I could take no more and he came up to kiss me again, letting me taste my own cream on his lips.

But once I came I also started to regain my senses. I realized what just happened, regardless of how good it felt, it was so wrong. "John honey, that was great, but I am your mother. You aren't supposed to do things with your mother like that and I shouldn't let you. Yes I did enjoy it but it was so wrong. Hell, what would your father think if he walked in on us?" 

"Mom I don't give a damn what that old bum thinks.  He doesn't deserve you. You are pretty, kind, you know how to treat a man, and you obviously like to have sex. To hell with him, I could be your lover, your son, your everything. Just let me mom, you have no idea what pleasures I can bring to you. God that orgasm you just had is only the beginning. I have made girls pass out from such pleasures. Mom, if you are willing I can show you things you never even dreamed of". 

I began to ponder the question but before I had time for one thought to cross my mind he had his dick freed from his pants. I stared at him in amazement, the look still on my face as he climbed on top of me, his cock entering my slick pussy easily. 

"Doesn’t this feel good Mom?" He said as he began to thrust in and out of my long deprived cunt.

"Oh Yes John, but it’s not right!"

"Shhhh…..just feel it. Feel my cock in your pussy, feel it driving deep inside of you."

I began to moan as I gave up my thoughts. I felt myself begin to cum again and welcomed it.

"Oh my Baby, my little boy, you’re making me cum again!"

"Mmmm….that’s it Mom. Let it go, cum all over my cock."

My words were lost as my body began to shake with my second orgasm

"OOOOHHHHH GGGOOOOODDDDD YEEESS THIS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!" Then there was nothing but pure ecstasy. I can't remember the last time I felt something so sensational. But why, is it because all the other's weren't up to par, or were they pure amateurs in bed, or maybe it was, yes that's it, the reason for such an orgasm for a woman to experience is that she was fucked by her son. 

Thanks to the orgasm and losing my train of thought I found myself still on the couch with my son hovering over me pounding away at my cunt. Oh god, have I never even thought of using that word C U N T! But that is what it is; hell that is what I am. A slut, son fucking, cunt. God I love it. I don't care about the reprobation anymore. I just don't want this to end. I need this, hell I deserve this.  All those years for that limp dick sitting there watching CNN, I finally am getting mine. Oh god I feel his cock getting bigger, oh lord he is going to blow it all inside of me. "YES SON, CUM IN YOUR MOTHER. You don't need to worry about me getting pregnant for I made sure I fixed that problem years ago." 

I heard him moan as those words escaped my mouth. He pumped his hips harder, I watched as his eyes and lips pressed together, and the blood rushing to his face turned it red. I wrapped my legs and arms around him tightly as I felt that final thrust, heard him grunt, and then felt the release of his cum shoot into my pussy. My muscles tightened as I began to cum once more. The feeling of my son's seed filling my womb, filling the place where I had carried him so long ago brought such pleasure to me that I could barely breathe as he finished. 

I let out a sigh when I felt him pull his organ from me, and for just a second there was a stunned silence as we both stared at each other. I knew what we were both thinking, that was the best cum that I or he had had in a while, and I knew that it was all due to the fact that we were mother and son. It didn't take him long to break the silence, "Clean my cock Mom!" 

I eagerly obliged, moving to allow him to lie back on the couch, I came up between his legs and took his cock in my hand. Slowly I ran my tongue up and down my son's cock, tasting the mingled juices of our recent fuck. I moaned as I took him into my mouth. I began to swallow him down, taking his whole length completely down my throat. I heard him let out a sigh as I began to move my lips back up. 

With my constant tongue attention his cock began to show signs of life again. The more I licked and sucked, the harder it got. Licking all his juices and mine off his juicy shaft. 

As I continue to suck his cock I found his hips began to gyrate for he is nearing climax again. God he has so much more to give. Once the gyrating of his hips began to quicken I increased the speed of my up and down motion of my mouth and sucked harder than I have ever sucked before. I also began to play with his sack and that just set him off. Exploding all his love juices down my throat. Blast after blast of semen, his love juice. MMMmmmm Tasty. When I was finally done, I looked up into his eyes and said, “I love you lover.” He replies, “I love you mom.”

Mother's Secret



Common sense, and eventually our own experience, tell us that even when we have become adults our parents are probably still having sex. Yet it remains uncomfortable to confront; on the whole we prefer not to think about it. That was certainly true in my case - until the day I came upon the clearest possible evidence of my mother’s very active sexual existence, and not only with my father. The evidence was in her own words. Fortunately, I believe, I didn’t make the discovery until after her death,

If I told you my mother’s name you might recognise her as a highly respected writer, the author of a series of biographies of women famous in the arts - Jane Austen, Isadora Duncan, Clara Schumann, Emily Bronte among others. The books were critically acclaimed but hardly lucrative. However, under another name my mother wrote novels which almost always made the best-seller lists, To describe them as erotic fiction would be an exaggeration but her heroines were never virgins, at least not by the end of the book. I did suggest to her once that some of her writing must surely have been based on personal experience, but she merely smiled without replying. Neither before nor after I met my husband did she discuss sex with me. I was no innocent when I married but what I knew had not been learned at my mother’s knee.

Her death at the age of sixty-two, which was sudden and unexpected, left me curiously unmoved. I mourned, of course, but out of respect and gratitude rather than any deeper feeling. My father, twenty years her senior, was in a care home where he needed round-the-clock attention. As the only child, I was both the main beneficiary of her will, and, with the family solicitor, an executor, too. Writers accumulate a great deal of paper: manuscripts, notebooks and letters in addition to the mundane documents of any household. The solicitor had a practice to tend, which meant that I was left to sort what should be preserved, what destroyed.

I had been working my way through a particularly untidy filing cabinet when I came across the diaries. Not knowing that she had kept any kind of daily record, I opened one at random and read:

22nd Monday. The hotel. Still can’t believe K and I can walk in at three pm as tho’ we’re a married couple. Keep expecting polite word from the manager. Fucked nearly all afternoon, only brief rests. K at his cleverest, both ways. Meant to count my o’s but forgot so must have been v special. P wanted full details when I returned and was v aroused so came quickly and copiously in my mouth.

Was I surprised? Shocked? Disgusted? I can no longer remember. But now, more than two years after the original impact, I believe I have my thoughts in some kind of order. After long consideration, I decided it was important not to be judgemental. By the time I had read everything, I knew that no one had been hurt, no one had been coerced. Everyone, including my father - referred to throughout simply as P - had consented, by inference enthusiastically. Indeed, my only conclusion was that everyone had found the encounters highly erotic and intensely satisfying. Unorthodox, certainly, but who really knows the private thoughts and actions of others’ lives? Were my parents so extraordinary or are there many others who savour the delights of unconventional coupling? Tantalisingly, she does not record how they came to this way of life. The journals are simply a record of what happened, who did what to whom and how. 

My one dilemma was what to do with the diaries; there were ten in all, closely written in hard-backed notebooks. They dealt only with sexual matters over a period of more than twenty years, although there were many gaps. Had my mother been an anonymous housewife, I would have burned them. But she was a famous author. Perhaps posterity has a right to know. Today they may still be shocking to some minds, but attitudes change and who can say what view future generations may hold?

For the moment all ten volumes are locked away in a bank strong box. I have decided to publish a selection of extracts here to test reaction. I hope that anyone who reads them will let me have their opinion before I make the final decision.

Clearly, my mother was keeping the diaries out of some personal compulsion. They are written in little more than extended note form, far removed from the fluent style of her books. I have my own theories - and in some cases certainties - about the identity of several of the others, male and female, who feature. Some are still alive so it would be unthinkable to identify anyone. However, where I have felt it necessary, I have added a note for clarification.

In contrast to the restraint of her published work, my mother’s vocabulary in the diaries is basic and explicit. There is some evidence that this was reciprocated - or perhaps requested - by many of the men and women with whom she became involved, It seems probable, too, that there was an element of self-stimulation.

Her frequent use of abbreviation can be confusing but, having become familiar with all ten volumes, I can offer the following guide:

a - arse ah - arsehole b - bottom c - cock or cunt, depending on context cl - clitoris d - dick f - fuck mb - masturbate mbn - masturbation o - oral p - penis, prick ts - tits v - vagina

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Thursday 8th. Grouchy mood. Curse, day 4 - L says he doesn’t mind but I do. Too messy. Clear anyway by week-end with L. [L was a solicitor mother met through her agent; their relationship was sexual, not professional] Snapped at P, then apologised, curse is the problem. P suggested mb. He watched me then did himself, used my knickers to come. My o not v good but less tense afterward.

Sat 10th. With L to Bond St for lingerie. Special upper room for exclusive items. Chose two matching bra-knicker sets in black and ivory. L insisted French knickers, also bought peep-hole bra and crotchless ks. Wore these leaving shop. Afternoon fucking at hotel, quick and vigorous after week’s abstinence. Big o’s for both. Slept then long o session before bath. Evening to blue movie cinema - L a member - but not v enjoyable. Sat back row but pestered by men trying to grope my ts. One on his knees to see up my skirt, saying Give us a show, darling. Soon left, expensive dinner, then back to hotel. L’s hand up my skirt in taxi and again under table in bar. More of same in lift and corridor until back in room threw off clothes and had best f for ages, c v wet, L’s p hard for amazing time. He says afternoon f gives him total control later. Huge o. Leisurely f in morning then home to show P new undies and relate dirty details while P attended to himself.

[These are the two earliest entries. They begin so abruptly, as though continuing an earlier account, it is impossible not to think there may have been one or more earlier diaries I haven’t found. Lost? Destroyed? I simply don’t know.]

Friday 14th. Dear P gives blessing to L’s party plan, knowing my pleasure in occasional group sessions. Show appreciation by giving him lollipop, blouse open so last second withdrawal lets him squirt on my ts. [Lollipop seems to have been their pet term for fellatio - obviously a great favourite of my father’s.] 

Saturday 15th. Party at big house in Surrey. Nine couples, many masked tho I recognise two MPs and wives plus TV newsreader with husband. Three rooms in use, large drawing room downstairs with porn video on TV plus two bedrooms. Agree with L to go separate ways but meet for f later. Just one couple fucking downstairs. watched by two men stroking stiff cs. Decline invitation to join because upstairs more women than men. Soon lucky as young blonde disengages from male partner, opens arms to me. We kiss, lots of tongue. She says, Sit on me. Straddle her face, hold lips open for her tongue to probe already wet c. I lift slightly, she licks slowly from b to cl, back and forth then just on cl. Feel o coming, press down as she slips finger in my ah and I explode. Return compliment kneeling between blonde’s thighs and am myself taken from behind. About a dozen strokes, hard, with grunting, more would be good but he departs seeking another open c. Plenty to be seen. Move aside to let MP’s wife finish off young blonde while she sucks his c. In next bedroom find L and another man taking turns with voluptuous woman in state of high arousal. L fucks while his partner slides his d between woman’s heaving ts, then they change over. She asks for more until suddenly her o arrives; a great cry, long body spasms, gasping. L and I go downstairs, four couples are daisy chaining. We watch while I fondle his p, he fingers me. We fuck then separate again, me for more delicious taste of another woman’s c. Home at two a.m. sore, exhausted, v satisfied. P asleep but will want details tomorrow.

[The liaison with L lasted for more than two years during which there were many parties and much bisexual pleasure for my mother. The diaries do not reveal how or why she and L parted.

In the next extracts F is Florence, the family housemaid who eventually left to join her son and daughter in Australia. She died last year and so can be safely named.]

Tuesday 2nd. P broke the news last night that for the last few weeks he has been fucking F. Started while I was on lecture tour. P, deprived of lollipops, felt horny, propositioned F, she said yes. Pleased for him - v generous over my adventures, so why not? P says F v responsive, probably deprived at home, but worried about me. He told her no problem, would she like me to watch. F horrified but now P v taken with the idea; says F knows I always work from eight to noon, couldn’t we contrive secret watch one morning. We cook up plan.

Thursday 4th. Success! Nine-thirty, as planned, creep, stockinged feet, from my study. P has left kitchen door ajar. I have good view of action already started. F leans on work table, skirt raised, white knickers, tight over surprisingly small b. P caresses, fondles, feels. F widens legs, P fingers between. She speaks but I hear only some words: nice and wet ... like last week ... need this. P removes knickers, drops trousers revealing good erection. Stroking with one hand, kneels and licks - her ah, I think, then turns, slides seated on backside to get position to tongue her c. F moans loudly, says she wants to f. P starts doggie method, firm grip on hips, long, deep thrusts, not too fast, keeping control. F turns on her back, they have cushions for her b. Glimpse black pubic triangle until P steps in and eases into her. She squeals, locks legs round his back, bucks eagerly. P slows her down. Make it last, I hear him say. This small woman, fifty plus, is giving him thrilling ride. I sense climax near, creep away. Back in study, unexpectedly aroused, mbn essential. P, having finished off F, disappointed to join me too late to see me o. Agree experiment worth repeating.

[The diaries make only passing reference to how the situation developed. Mother records that father remained keen for Florence to include her in a threesome, at least to watch if not participate. Whether this ever came to fruition the diaries do not reveal.

The following extracts jump forward to the penultimate volume when father’s illness was having a serious effect on his potency; at the same time mother’s sexual appetite was undiminished. I have been unable to identify either the man, J, or the woman, S, but together they undoubtedly enriched mother’s life greatly. Introduced at a party, they seem to have exercised an immediate influence on her. Mother had already been several times to the couple’s penthouse apartment before the following extracts which give the clearest account of the relationship.]

Sunday 30th. Bleak week ahead until - hopefully - next J and S session. Determined to be resolute.

Monday 31st. No word from J and S means Saturday still all right.

Tuesday 1st. Poor P asked for lollipop but could not respond despite lengthy attempt.

Thursday 3rd. Most difficult day so far for abstinence. Woke with my hand on c, mbn v desirable but managed to refrain as promised to J and S. Only forty-eight hours now.

Friday 4th. Tried to explain J and S to P but he finds concentration difficult. Almost permanent ache in v area, wet and cl sometimes erect. Tomorrow ...

Sunday 6th. J and S more brilliant than ever. Noon at penthouse. Cocktail dress, black underwear as required (memories of L so long ago). S outlines scenario: will not deal with me until five p.m. S and J will carry on as per. I can watch but no touching, them or myself, or I can leave. But if I obey as told until five - then ...

Soon S begins strip for J. Pale green - bra, s belt, knickers, stockings, v high heels. J asks if wet, S shakes head. J feels, lingers. S says Please, lays across J’s lap. Long period stroking, moulding S’s a, sometimes inside knickers. Spanking begins, irregular slaps, open palm. S moaning, aroused.

Finally, J releases S, she sits beside him on sofa, extracts his c, strokes it slowly, licks tip then takes in mouth. J so big S can take only half length, sucks voraciously. Rewarded with more spanking, followed by rest and drinks, excellent white wine brought by young brunette v like S. Daughter? Anyway unperturbed by S in underwear.

S wants to f. J undresses before removing S’s knickers, turns her deliberately exposing shaven c for me to see, bends her over to reveal small pink ah. S stands, turns back to J on sofa and manipulates his huge P into her with ease. Must be v wet now. J unclasps bra to show S’s firm ts and upstanding black button nipples. He reaches round squeezes, hurts slightly. She begins riding, just keeping p inside before slow descent. S and J watching me closely for reaction. Badly need touch myself but do not. S keeps J inside, reaches deep internal o with two fingers on cl. J withdraws, still erect.

More wine. S asks my most erotic memory. Tell them P with F on kitchen table. Maybe not most erotic but J strokes c, S teases nipples while listening. They f again, S on knees on rug, on back, then astride. Long, hard work-out, S’s ts bobbing, J gripping her buttocks. Again S gives herself almost private o before collapsing, perspiring heavily. J rings bell, young brunette brings towels, wipes S - ts and between legs.

Later, girl summoned again. J tells her remove my dress. Girl smiles, complies, turns me for S and J to observe, eases me forward to show knickers stretched over a. S and J make approving sounds.

Four p.m. They f once more, another o for S - this time with shudders and deep breathing. Incredibly, J still seems not to have come. My own need barely controllable.

Brunette returns, S arranges herself across J’s lap, arms hanging down. Girl takes silk ribbons, ties both wrists to J’s ankle. Girl then moves round, grasps S’s ankles, spreads them, kneels between them. J opens S’s ah with both hands on buttocks, girl licks, moistens sphincter, inserts pointed tongue. S ecstatic, no longer silent, demanding more. Girl pauses, J slaps several times, harder now. Girl resumes, two fingers in S’s c, tongue again in ah, J reaches under S, apparently finds cl; together they bring her off magnificently. Girl unties ribbons, wipes S and retires.

Five p.m. My turn at last. S places me on my back on sofa, tests wetness, not disappointed - knickers already soaking. J removes my bra, slaps my ts gently - always good for me. Puts his c in my mouth, filling me, starts fucking motion, close lips round knob to prevent gagging on huge length. Feel S move knickers aside, fingering my c, lapping my cl. Week-long build-up plus five hours voyeurism take effect. Reaching for much-needed o, J and S both stop. My hand goes for my c but J stops me. They watch me panting. I beg for release. J handles his p, S fingers herself, both smile down. Not yet.

Next I receive S’s treatment, silk ribbons, spanking, tongue and then finger in ah. Wriggle with pleasure but still more desperate for o. They understand, stop again. We continue. J fucks me doggie, finger in my ah. S produces strap-on, fucks me missionary, J slaps my ts, pinches nipples. Nearly bursting now, pleading. They agree time has come. As previous sessions, S kneels, J mounts her from rear, I take off knickers, sit on sofa, spread legs, lick fingers, attack throbbing cl and erupt. J stops driving into S, withdraws, stands, shoots all over my face and ts. Feels like biggest o ever.

We finish another bottle of wine and play again, every combination, every position, S and I multiple os, at finish J manages another stream into S’s mouth while I push discarded strap-on into my c, give myself one last o.

[There is, of course, much more. It took me a long time to come to terms with what at first seemed the debauchery, indeed the depravity, to which my mother descended. But I finally came to believe that our individual sexuality is our own to resolve to our own satisfaction as long as we harm ho one. My mother, I think, achieved that.

I still cannot decide whether the diaries should be published to portray my mother, the famous author, in the round. For the present I have decided to allow a decade from her death to elapse and consider again.

Meanwhile, before the diaries were consigned to a bank strong box, I showed them to my husband. We read them together over a period of several months, with the predictable effect - and more. I always wear black knickers for our sex sessions, and we have been experimenting with spanking. From beyond the grave, my mother has added something to my sexual development, after all.] 



Mother's Secret



Title: Mother's Secret Author: Phoenix Arrow Part: Chapter 1 of 1 Keywords: F/F, submission, interracial, humiliation Redistribution: yes, with limitations (see below) Short Summary: Black daughter discovers mother's strange submissiveness to white women and her own desires as well.
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Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy!

Phoenix Arrow
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It was when I was a naive teenager that I discovered something quite shocking about my mother. Something a black girl like me never expects to find. Something so unexpected, and mind twisting that I could only drop my jaw and look on. I had been rummaging through the attic for almost half an hour looking for some of my mother's old dresses when I came across that yellowish envelope. It wasn't easy to find, and if I hadn't knocked over a few boxes by accident, her secret would still be safe today.

But today was the day her secret revealed itself, the day I curiously picked up the envelope and opened it. What would our lives have been like if I never had done so? Normal perhaps, very very normal. I'm glad I will never know a normal life :-)

As fate would have it, my fingers were soon pulling out the glossy pictures. Instantly my jaw dropped and my knees grew weak when I saw the first picture hidden inside it.

Let me explain to you a little about my family. My gorgeous mother is a youthful 38 year black woman. I had always admired her growing up and was happy she was my mom. Never any complaints outside of the normal ones all kids have with parents. My father, being in the military, was often away in Germany while we stayed behind in the States. I once asked my mom why we didn't join daddy at the army base, but she told me it wasn't a place to raise a young girl. That young girl had once been me, and by now I was a young woman.

But this story really isn't about me. Its about my mother, who some twenty years ago was totally nude for the camera. Her naked black body tied down to each corner of a bed post. Her afro covered head looking on with great interest and passion as some rounded object neared her open dark thighs. I stood looking at the first picture for five minutes, forgetting to breath several times. I was awed by both my mother's apparent naked beauty, and her un-motherly exposure. It took all five of those minutes before I noticed the hand actually holding the object near my mother's glistening sex. It was a white hand...with pink nail polish. Quickly I flipped to the next image and gasped.

My mother's mouth was open and her eyes shut closed as the stick like object very clearly wedged up against her wet crotch. I didn't know it at the time the significance of a glistening pussy, but there it was all moist and eager for the touch of the stick's rounded end. I still couldn't see much more of the woman holding the stick, except for a wire attached to the back of it. Obviously it was some sort of electrical device. Was my mother in pain or...pleasure?

Again I flipped to the next image. Finally there she was, the white woman's face. I'll never forget that face. One of total superiority and cockiness, looking on at my mother withering in her bonds as the long white plastic stick pressed harder against her vagina. I still couldn't tell if she was crying or moaning. 

Why would she be moaning?

I looked back at the white woman, who was every bit the age my mother was in the picture. I guessed the both of them were in their late teens, but had no clue where or when this photo really was.

I flipped through the next few pictures, five in all. Each one of them similar yet more graphic than the other. One had her thrusting her hips up towards the stick with her mouth wide open. Another had the white girl sitting on her face, nude white thighs hugging the sides of her head still holding the stick firmly against mom's crotch while she pulled mom's stiff dark left nipple with her other hand. I couldn't tell what she was making my mother do under there. Certainly it must have been hard to breath?

A powerful mixture of confusion, anger, and excited filled me as I got to the last picture and started over again. It was like a mini movie, with many pauses.

Downstairs my mother was making a vanilla cake when I stood behind her and held the pictures in my hands. I will never forget the look on her face when she turned around and focused on what I held. Her eyes went wide and her hands shook with worry.

So that's the day I found out about her little white secret. About how my mother, a young beautiful black woman in college, fell to her knees for her arrogant white roommate. She sat me at the kitchen table and carefully explained to me life back when she was a student. Back when blacks were still considered second class citizens even after the civil rights era had passed. So she had grown up surrounded by whites who considered themselves 'better' than herself, and according to mom that kind of self appointed arrogance can be very attractive to some.

I sat there opened mouthed as she explained this shameful theory to me. That she and others willingly submitted to the power whites held over them because they were perversely 'attracted' to their forced supremacy.

I looked down at the pictures as she continued, explaining why she wound up nude on her own dorm room bed, tied down like an animal. Why her white roommate took great glee in teasing my mother's sex with the stick (which I later found out was a crude electric vibrator). And finally, why my mother submissively allowed it all to happen, while her roommate's boyfriend took those damming pictures.

"I was attracted to her power, her whiteness.", she looked at me ashamed. "She was so haughty and arrogant. To a black girl growing up in those times, I couldn't help but feel submissive to her. She quickly discovered my willingness and took advantage of it for the rest of my freshman year."

"So you liked it?" I said critically.

She didn't speak, only nodding her head and looking at her hands.

"Mom, what are you two doing in this last picture? Why is she sitting on your face?"

"I was..." Mother looked like she was going to throw up, "orally stimulating her?"

"What's that?" I asked naively.

"I was licking...her vagina..." I wish you could have seen my face, even more filled with total shock. I had never thought about two women being together in such a manner. I mean what girl would ever want to touch another's coochie with her tongue?

"So what happened to her and you after your freshman year?"

"She wanted me to move into an apartment with her and her boyfriend. So told me how wonderful it would be to spend all my free time serving her, maybe even earning my keep as her maid." I could see the look of contempt for the first time on her face. "I knew full well that I would quickly loose myself to her if I indeed moved in with her, so I said no! Thank goodness I did! I'd hate to think how my life would have ended up being her black maid".

My mom was by now visibly upset. Its clear she frowned on her younger days, regretting her submissiveness to a simple white college girl. While she was mentally cursing her early passiveness, I took one last look at the third photograph. That dark afro face, eyes closed and lower lip being bitten. The vibrator wedged right up against her hairy dark bush as her white roommate laughs supremely.

I don't know what my mother did with those photographs after our little talk. I handed them back to her willingly, figuring she needed to deal with them personally. I did refrain from asking her one question that has been eating away at me ever since; Why had she saved those pictures in the attic all those years to begin with?

It was a few years later that I truly began to understand my mother's strange college compulsion. I know full well that blacks and whites are equal in every regard, but the willingness to submit to those who 'imagine' themselves more superior is not deniable. My mother did it for her arrogant white roommate, and my friend Ashley did it for me. Yes you heard me right. Ashley, a somewhat attractive white girl who is my personal little plaything.

You see unlike when my mother was growing up, where whites were superior, times have definitely changed. White people today wont admit it, but many of them totally get off being submissive to a strong willed black person.

I didn't realize it right away when I first met Ashley. She was a simple white girl who attended one of my high school classes. I didn't pay much attention to her occasional looks, or lack of breath when I passed her in the halls. That was until she finally asked if I wanted to study together with her for a test. The look in her eye should have told me something was up. She had such a submissive, lustful look about her. Naturally I said yes, seeing how I could always use a smart white gal in my back pocket.

I never had any intention of taking advantage of her. To me, she was simply a smart girl to get me ahead. The fact that she came to me made me no wiser. Two nights later I found myself knocking on her house door. I was let into the well kept middle class home and was introduced to Ashley's mother Samantha. I thought nothing of her, except that she was the mother of my new test buddy. She was tall, and eloquent. A certain no nonsense manner about her. A manner that my mother has lacked ever since I knew her.

For the next two hours that we studied in her room, Ashley was quite the weird girl. Bless her for trying so hard to get me to act on her submissive desires. At the drop of a hat she'd run along to fetch me a cola from the fridge, or offer me her desk to work at while she sat on the uncomfortable floor. I did my part however unnoticed by me. I treated her with mild indifference and rarely gave her a thanks. In a way, I sort of felt I was entitled.

"Go stand on your head with your shirt off!"  "Flash your pink butt through the window at the old couple on the side walk!"  "Lick my black feet you nasty white bitch!"

Oh don't get so turned on. You know very well a teenage black girl doesn't entertain such ideas in her head right off the bat. It took time for me to fully make use of my future white toy. Truth is at that moment I couldn't very well imagine how a 'superior' black girl should handle her 'inferior' whitey, and neither did she. She was just happy to be in my presence and I enjoyed her loyal attention. Those phrases you just heard would become common place in the not too distant future however. It was almost impossible not to discover how she'd do almost ANYTHING I told her. 

Such a submissive twit!

I can remember the first time I brought her to my home. The look on my mother's face when she saw my new friend. At that point, I had not realized the potential in the relationship and so greeted her to mom as my equal.

"Mom this is Ashley from school. We're going to study upstairs ok?"

See that? Simple, innocent, non sexual. Just two teens getting together for the benefit of school work. Than why was there that curios look on my mom's face? One of almost regret and disappointment. What was she thinking? It wasn't until we were halfway upstairs that I realized with mixed feelings.

I very quickly reminded myself about the pictures from the attic. It had been two years since that discovery and I had almost forgotten all about them by now. The images of my mom tied to the bed, eagerly submitting sexually to a 'superior' white woman. I looked back at Ashley, who was carefully trailing me up the stairs. This was the first white girl I had ever invited to my house. Did mom possibly believe I was submitting myself to this white girl? That I would go upstairs, get tied down and gasp as some modern day vibrator thingy is crammed against my dark sex lips?

NOT ON YOUR ASS!

I turned around and continued leading my 'pet in the making' to my room. I wish I could say anger was what was swarming through my head, but it was revenge. A deep, justified sense of revenge, on my mother's behalf. Twenty two years ago, mother felt she wasn't good enough to be in the same room as her white roommate, and so ended up on her knees because of it. Now years later, this white girl was in my home. For the first time I realized just how willing and submissive she had been. Here I had a shy white girl in my own home, with my mother's dignity and honor begging to be redeemed.

As I closed the door behind us, Ashley's days of being my 'equal' were over. In an instant I turned equal white Ashley into what my mother once was, a personal slut! MY personal white slut! I LOVE change!

"Ashley, you know what would be really great?", she looked up at me with a perky eager face from her books. "If you could message my aching feet?"

There was a brief sigh of excitement escaping from her lips, then in a flash she was at my feet, removing my shoes and socks, rubbing them like they deserved to be rubbed. Mmmm, personal slut indeed.

I don't know how many of you out there know this, but as anyone will tell you, the simple act of one girl willingly rubbing another girl's feet is an unspoken acceptance of submission. As she kept rubbing, I started talking about different things. Things like black girls at school, and white girls who shy away from them. Girls like Ashley! She just hung with wet lips at my every word, nodding in agreement with everything.

"Ashley, that foot rubbing is totally awesome. But you know what would really make them feel great?"

In another moment, I moaned in delight as those salivating wet lips sucked on my big toe. I just leaned back and enjoyed it. Totally thrilled that I was actually getting her to do it, and redeeming my mother's lost pride. Halfway through her second set of toes, I heard a sudden noise on the other side of my door. I looked down at the crack and saw my mother's shadow on the other side, undoubtingly listening to every word.

"Ashley, you like sucking my black toes don't you?"

"Hu uh!" She mumbled with my toes still lodged in her hungry worshiping mouth.

"Do you enjoy making me feel good?"

Again she mumbled her approval.

"Would you like to keep making me feel good more often?"

There was a slight pause, then a slow nod yes.

"I think we're going to have a lot more of these study session from now on!" She responded by licking the soles of my feet with out being asked.

That night I didn't see my mother as Ashley and I left my room. Like I said before, there was only so much I could think of to get this white slut to do for me. No cunt eating, or tit fondling. Naive teens like us just don't think of that. No that comes later with time.

As I said, mother was nowhere to be found as we came out of my room. I led her downstairs and out the door, where her mother was waiting patiently outside to pick her up. I grabbed her cute white butt from behind and pinched it as she walked passed me, her mother waving naively from the car.

"Mother?" I shouted after the car had pulled away, "where are you?" I found her not long afterwards in the bathroom. When she finally opened the door to my banging, a definite musk emanated from inside, which had me quite confused.

"Are you ok mom? What were you doing in there?" My mother's black face still managed a blush as she brushed past me without saying a word.

Over the next couple of weeks I slide into my dominating role over Ashley more and more, while she perfected her role as my white toy. We moved on from foot licking, to finger sucking, to breast baring hand stands, and finally to flashing her tight white butt at people through windows! She did it all with all the shame and none of the resistance.

SO you keep asking: What about the standard white girl's face between black girl's thighs? Again, not even on the horizon yet. I had a lot more fun getting her to be my servant than anything else. It wasn't until I thought more about my mom's masturbating sessions that I found anything sexual about our relationship. You see during one of Ashley's last visits, while Ashley was kissing my black feet with her lips, I held my breath just long enough to hear the squishing sounds of another set of wet lips. My mother was 'MASTURBATING' just outside my room! To ME dominating this silly white girl! Why would she be doing that? Did this...excite her? Her daughter dominating a white girl? Until this moment I only was trying to get revenge for what happened to mom in college. Suddenly, I saw Ashley's foot kissing in a slightly more erotic light. No longer a kid dominating another, but a black teen dominating a white teen. For the first time my pussy twitched also.

Until now mom had yet to say a word to me about any of this. Never mind that I was clearly having my way with this white girl, and mom's sex manipulation outside my room were beyond obvious, it all had a non-official atmosphere to it. 

So when I finally asked her frankly why was it she masturbated to us, she almost freaked.

"I DO NOT...do...such a...thing!" Not very convincing.

"Moooooom! Please tell me. I don't understand! Why do you do it?"

She looked long and hard at me, hoping that my teenage attention span would kick in and have me run off to other tasks. But I didn't budge.

"Because its...!" I looked at her with a blank stare as she continued, "When I was your age I would get so easily pushed around by the white girls at school. They saw me as a black animal and treated me as such. I feel so stupid looking back at it now, but back then I ate it all up. I was so dame eager for them to tease me and tell me what to do. I always did. And now, look at you. My very own daughter, turning the tables and doing EXACTLY what white girls once did to me. And it makes me feel that much more stupid."

"Mother but why?"

"Because my own daughter has more self respect than I ever had. I look at you and Ashley and I realize I was just as pathetic as I thought. You'd never let my former white roommate strip you, tie you to your own bed, stick vibrators against your crotch, sit on your face, and THANK her for it! You have too much pride in yourself and in your race. Something your dear old mommy still doesn't have!"

I looked compassionately at her. Poor thing still thought she was back in the 70's. In an instant a plan was forming. One that I just knew would solve my mom's inferiority complex around white women once and for all.

"Mom look. Times have changed. Things have changed. Back when you were in college, blacks were in awe of whites because they acted like they were kings and queens. But things change. Today many of them are in awe of us, and that's why I have little white Ashley on her knees!"

"SO?"

"SO...now's your chance to get your revenge!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Ashley's Mom!!!"

Her eyes went very wide.

"If Ashley can fall to her knees for me, than her mom surely will for you."

"Don't be ridicules!"

"It'll work mom. She's a white woman. All white women are just like YOU used to be. I'm sure of it. Make her pay for what happened back in college. Make her YOUR sexual plaything, like you were for your roommate." 

I could see the wheels turning in her head, her eyes still wide with the implications....and fear!

"You told me how much those days eat at you now. How you wish things could have been different. That you wouldn't have allowed yourself to be humiliated and degraded during a time of great unfairness and discrimination. Now here's your chance!"

There was a long pause, where neither one of us said anything. We just stared at each other until that one word escaped her lips..."How?" I smiled and gave her a hug. I knew this was going to work, and my mother would finally get redemption for herself and her daughter.




Mother's Secret



The plan was simple. Ashley would come to my home after school like normal, only this time, when her mother comes to pick her up, we're not going to be there. Instead we'll be at the mall shopping like normal teenage girls do. While we're out, Samantha will get invited into the home, where my mom will do her magic. The magic is simple. Take charge! Take command. Put that white cunt in her place from the get go. By the time we'd get back, mom would have submissive white Samantha eating out of her hand...or hopefully something else!

It was five days later when this event finally happened. I never had Ashley over more than two days in a row, out of fear that her mother would really suspect something between us, so it was with great anticipation for mom and I both that we wait for the right day. But like clockwork Ashley arrived at my house good and early and I soon drove mom's car to the mall. Just before we left the house I gave her a kiss on the cheek and wished her good luck, I could tell she was nervous. She smiled and told me not too worry. It was time she took back her black dignity. I was never more proud of my mother!

I got such a kick that afternoon shopping with Ashley. You should have seen the look on her face when we walked into the pet shop and I joked about getting a collar for her. Her weak knees were all I needed to see to buy them. But overall we had a great time just like if we were friends. I almost had forgotten all about my mother's conquest. I wondered how she was doing. I bet she already had Samantha crawling around the house in her underwear, swatting her big white butt with a rolled up newspaper. Or maybe puckering up those white lips to kiss my mom's black feet just like I made Ashley. In any event, in today's cultural climate, how could Samantha resist submitting to my mom? Mom had it easier than she knew.

After another hour I simply couldn't take it anymore. I dragged Ashley back to the car and in no time we were driving home. My cunny was wet as hell at all the anticipation. I was finally going to see my mom get vindicated. I looked over to Ashley with a wicked smile but the only thing she knew was that she'd get another dose of foot licking when we get back!

We soon arrived at my home and sure enough Samantha's car was in the drive way. Ashley had a look of concern and disappointment on her face when she saw it. She wanted to play with me before she had to go back home. She had NO idea.

I practically skipped to the front door, holding my breath as I unlocked it and slowly went inside.

 Was the first sound I heard echoing from inside the house, followed by a cry of pain. My eyes grew wide as I scanned the living room, listening for where the noise was coming from.

 More cries. Very quickly I looked up and realized it was coming from upstairs. With Ashley tailing behind me, we moved quickly upstairs and to my mother's bedroom where the sound emanated. There we held our breath and listened.

 "Owwwwwwwweeeeee" !

Suddenly my eyes went wide as I realized who it was who was crying in pain....

Slowly I cracked the unlocked door open, and the two of use peered inside. Sitting on the floor, butt naked, with her knees up and spread was my dear sweet mom.

! "OWWWWWWWWWWWW THANK YOU!!!" Professed my mother as Samantha slapped both my mother's brown inner thighs with the flip flop in her hand, all the while my mom busily fingered her gushing sex, with the college pictures spread out before her on the floor, !

I closed the door and shook my head lightly in disappointment before taking Ashley by the hand to lead her to my room. I now realize that indeed some things never change. Mommy has her white Mistress to serve, and I have my white slut!

The End! Mother's Secret

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Mother's Secret



It happened in January, basketball season. It was that reason I knew my mother would be in the locker room and why I went to find her. Of course, I'm getting head of myself. My name is Liz and I'm an eighteen year old senior in high school. I'm not some star student or athlete, but I'm in the top ten percentile and I have won some awards due to my field hockey and track years. 

Track actually is one of the reasons for this story. For one thing, I got my body from track; all that running gave me a killer ass that was firm but bounced with every step and a flat stomach that was contrasted by my large 34DD tits. Those tits I had inherited from my mother, who told me she had 36DD for most of her life, only recently getting to be 38DD. The tits also got me attention from the star sprinter, Devon. He stood at 6'1", with dark skin and a killer stride. Watching him race just made me stare and he noticed. We went out for a while, stuff happened, it's not important...

What is important is that I went into my mother's office after the basketball game to see when we could leave. She was the school nurse and the athletic trainer, meaning she took care of the athletes when they were hurt. When I found her office empty I knew she would be in the locker room, probably tending to some poor, lucky boy who's ankle was twisted. You see my mother is without a doubt the most attractive woman in the school. Besides her tits, her ass was fabulous and while she wasn't creepily skinny in the waist there was almost no trace of baby fat from when she was pregnant with me. 

As I walked the few steps from her office to the boy's locker room my pussy tingled as I realized I was thinking about my mother's body once again. I shook the feeling off as I opened the door and walked inside. I didn't call out to her or make any noise at all when I heard her talking from around the corner.

"Does it hurt there?" Her voice wasn't that of a concerned nurse, in fact I had never heard that tone before from her, only from myself when I was with Devon.

"Yeah...right there." It was Devon, I recognized his voice and the tone, he had that sort of tone when I would suck his cock. 

My mother gave a little giggle and said, "Well let's see how we can fix this..." Curiosity got the better of me and I poked my head around the corner.

My mother was on her knees in front of Devon, who had his basketball shorts around his ankles. Her head obscured his crotch but I could only assume it was a nasty accident that had happened on the court. As I felt a little embarrassed for both my mother and Devon for the situation, a third voice spoke up, "Why don't you fix me too?"

I gasped, not loudly, but out loud nonetheless when another member of the basketball team, Eric, walked into view. His dark cock was erect and pointed straight at my mother, whose face beheld a look of pure ecstasy. She took it in her hand, gripping the base as she turned back to Devon and his cock, which I still couldn't see. Her other hand went up to it and he groaned as he leaned his head back. She silently worked on the two cocks for a few moments when I heard a grunt and Connor walked into view on the other side. 

At this point I did openly gasp. Connor was thin and tall and white. He was not what you picture when you thought sex machine, but the cock he was sporting proved otherwise. It was at least eight inches long and as thick as a baby's arm. My mother's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Connor put a hand on her head and pulled her head toward his cock. With a sigh, he fed the first few inches of his cock into my mother's open and waiting mouth. 

She knelt there, surrounded by these three large, adolescent cocks that should have been pursuing my pussy, but instead they were for my mother's pleasure. And this was only assuming there were only three guys in there. She bobbed her head back and forth as she sucked on Connor's cock while jerking off the other two boys. As I stared, Connor began to thrust down her throat, a grunt escaping his lips.

"Shit..." A forth voice sighed, Rick another starter for the team. He walked into view, pulling his shorts down as he stood before my mother. She simply grinned as she pulled off of Connor's cock and accepted this new one into her mouth. I stood in the doorway, my head around the corner watching this scene of my own mother being the basketball team's whore. As I wondered where Jeremy, the final starter for the team was, my mother went into overdrive on the cocks surrounding her. Her lips were wrapped around a different cock every few minutes, her lips locked tight and her cheeks caved in as she slurped and drooled on these cocks. I was so transfixed on my mother's performance that I was completely unaware of Jeremy entering the locker room through the same door I had.

"Enjoying the show?" He whispered in my ear. I jumped and blushed as I turned around and stared at the floor, caught red-handed. 

"I...how long has this been happening?" I asked, blushing bright red.

He chuckled softly and glanced around the corner and watched for a moment, "She started with Devon back during Track last year..." He said and smiled at me.

I blushed more. That meant Devon had been going to nurse's office before track, getting his cock sucked by my mother then after track he got the same treatment from me. I should have been mad at him, but I was just impressed with his stamina. It was a feat to cum down my throat as much as he did if he had cum into my mother's mouth just hours before that. I stuttered, "D-does she...just suck you guys off?"

He laughed, "Wouldn't you like to know, well come on then." He rounded the corner and grabbed my arm, pulling me along with him. "Hey guys, look who I caught peeking." He said and presented me. I shook while standing there before the four hung young men and my own mother on her knees. 

"Damn..." Devon said and grinned at me as my mother slurped on his cock. She barely even flinched as she glanced over and saw me standing there. "See how she works it even though you're watching? It's 'cause she's a good little slut." He said and ran his hand through her hair. The track star glanced at me and motioned that I should come forward. I slowly walked closer to my mother and took in the sight of her gagging herself on my ex-boyfriend's cock. Suddenly she pulled off, coughing a bit as she did.

She looked up at me guiltily and said, "Oh God...I hope you're not too upset Lizzy." She said. I couldn't yell at her, she was my mother and seeing her like this was upsetting, but not infuriating.

"It's ok Mom." I said and pat her head as affectionately as I could, given the situation.

"Ain't that sweet..." Devon teased, turning slightly. His cock bobbed up and down with the motion and I couldn't help but feel the same longing for it I had felt just a few months ago. He smiled at me and gave me a knowing look. I glanced down at my mother and with a sigh I slid to my knees slowly.

I opened my mouth for Devon's cock and moaned as the familiar taste hit my tongue. I bobbed my head slowly, enjoying the feeling of it stretch my mouth. I worked it deeper into my mouth, letting my saliva lube it up. I watched Devon's face melt into the face I recognized as pure ecstasy. I smiled to myself as I worked his fuckmeat over good with my tongue. I was so wrapped up in sucking on his meat I forgot about the others in the room, mainly my mother. She crawled over on her hands and knees and went at the dick as well, kissing along the length as I sucked on the head.

I looked up at Devon to see if he cared, his face said that the entire situation was one of the biggest turn-ons of his life. Glancing around, the other boys were all sharing the same look and their cocks all seemed ready to burst. I pulled away from Devon's cock and watched up close as my own mother took over for me. Her deep red lips wrapped around so tightly, I saw her throat bulge as she slide it down deep. Devon groaned as she worked it into her mouth. I began to kiss his thigh, moving closer to his crotch with every kiss. He smiled down at the two of us as we pleasured him. I looked at my mother's face, her eyes closed as she forced her lips around such a big cock. I admired her skill and her beauty before I moved my head up and took one of his balls in my mouth. I felt it slide around in the sack of skin as I pulled on it with my suction. Devon jumped a little and glanced at me with a mischievous grin.

"Oh my God!" My mother exclaimed as she moved away from Devon's erection. I looked back and saw that Rick had buried his cock inside my mother's pussy. "Shit..." She hissed through clenched teeth, "He's so thick." Devon laughed as Rick began to slide in and out of her.

I watched as my mother's breathing returned to normal and she took Devon back in her mouth. The boys worked on her holes like professional porn stars while I sat there in stunned silence. I had nearly forgotten about the other three boys, that is until I noticed them surrounding me. I smiled meekly up at them and whispered, "Hey guys." hoarsely. Their cocks demanded attention and I was ready to perform. I licked Jeremy's long cock and sucked it down my throat as I reached out for Connor and Eric's dicks. I switched which cock I was sucking and which two I was jerking off a few times before I slide Connor's from my mouth and moaned, "Doesn't one you want to fuck me yet?"

Connor moved behind me and got on his knees. He positioned his monster of a cock at my pussy and rammed it away hard. I nearly screamed as he began to fuck me raw. My noises were cut short by Eric, who offered his cock to my eager mouth. Jeremy watched for a moment before going to my mother and the other two boys. 

"Let me have her too." He begged. 

My mother nodded and moved away from the boys. She sat on the bench and laughed. "Ok...now Devon lay down on the bench, Jeremy, wait until I'm on Devon to put it in, and Rick let me suck my pussy juices off of your cock." The boys jumped at her commands. She straddled Devon and slid his big fuckstick into her pussy. My mother moaned and bent over and spread her ass cheeks. "Come on Jeremy..." The boy stood there and pushed his cock into her ass. My mommy would have yelled if her mouth hadn't been filled again by Rick. 

There we were, mother and daughter getting filled by big teenage cocks. I suddenly felt Eric's cock swell and his hot liquid hit the back of my throat. My mouth was filled as he came hard while I sucked him. He moaned and backed away. I swallowed what he had given me and began to encourage Connor, "Mmm, that's it fuck me hard. Ram it into me. Fuck me like the whore I am."

My mother just let the three boys use her like a doll, each one fucking their hole without regards for anything but their own pleasure. She jumped suddenly as Jeremy backed away, out of her ass. 

"Can we paint these sluts?"

Devon nodded and my mother jumped up and knelt next to me. Connor pulled himself out of my pussy and joined the other three boys in stroking their cocks around us. "Give it to them guys." Devon grunted as he stroked his dick hard and fast over my face.

Suddenly a cock began shooting it out over us, then another and another. Soon all four loads of cum were coating my mother's and my own face. The boys were panting heavily. Devon walked over to his locker and pulled out his clothes. 

"Sorry to just run girls, but we have to get to a party." 

And they were gone, my mother and sat there on the floor, covered in sticky jizz. We were quiet for a moment, not looking at anything but the walls. I had to break the silence.

"They sure cum a lot..." I said trying to lick what I could from my face. My mother smiled and moved towards me.

"Here honey, let me do it." With that she ran her tongue over my cum covered cheek. I sighed a little and she did it again, closer to my lips.

"Mom please..."

"Let me do it." She insisted and licked another splattering of cum off of my face. I moaned more this time and lapped at the cum on her face as she did it to me. Suddenly our tongues touched and we pushed our lips together. We pushed our tongues down each other's throats in between licking all of the cum from our faces. "Oh baby..." She moaned as she moved down to my tit. I arched my back as she sucked on my nipple. 

"Oh shit, Mommy." I gasped as I watched her switch between my two tits, sucking them with glee. I pushed her away and returned the favor, sucking on my mother's nipples as she held my head. I teased one with my teeth and she jumped and gasped. She pushed her pussy against my own and soon we were just grinding together, sucking each other's faces as we did it. Every time our clits touched I felt it building until I cried out, "Oh Mommy!" I pushed back against her pussy as hard as I could and saw her eyes roll as she came. We shook together as we settled from our orgasms.

"Oh honey..." She said softly as she kissed me hard. "We should go; your father will be worried if we don't get home soon."



Mother's Secret Garden



Edited by Horrorotica

Jake walked from the school to his car, a warm May breeze caressed his face. He opened his car door and ducked into his Toyota Prius, turned the key, and began the drive home. While driving he thought about how he just turned eighteen, and this being his final year in high school. Only one month left until he graduated in June. He felt proud because, Brown University accepted him into their environmental science program. The preservation of nature aroused his interest. Unlike his classmates who were more interested in banking and finance, this was the norm for kids growing up in Skillman New Jersey. Being located between Philadelphia and New York, it was not surprising that Skillman is a town over populated with greedy, rich yuppies.

He drove down the long road, and parked in the driveway. Woods surrounded his house; the nearest neighbor is a half-mile away. He exited his car; he took a deep breath and enjoyed the sweet smell of spring. He looked over his left shoulder and saw his mother planting flowers alongside the house. Her long black hair draped down to her waist, streaked with gray stripes that flapped in the gentle wind. She stood over six feet tall, with a stocky figure. She wore a long tie-dye dress that hung to her ankles, with a low-cut V-neck that revealed cleavage of her large breasts, which dangled when she bent down. She never wore a bra. Her large size eleven bare feet were speckled with dirt, she wore a silver anklet with charms, and her painted toe nails gleamed bright purple. Her face was tanned and weathered, she was fifty-five, with a glowing with a natural earthy beauty.

She stood and looked over at Jake with her turquoise eyes, and waved to him. He waved back, smiling at her, as he walked to greet her.

"Hey Mom, these flowers you planted look perfect, he said, while examining the rest of the yard.

She straightened her back and inhaled the aroma of spring blossoms. Then replied, "Thanks sweetie. How was school today?"

Jake sighed, scrunching his face. "It was OK; I can't wait to graduate and study topics that I find interesting."

She lowered her head in sadness, and replied, "I'm going to miss you when you leave for college. I will be lonely." She said in a soft voice.

Jake's heart dropped, he replied, "I know mom, I'll miss you too." He walked into the house with guilt.

He went into his room, sat at his desk, and began doing homework. His Mom just finished planting her last Impatiens. She stood and brushed the dirt from her hands. She looked around to make sure nobody was around, and then she hiked up her skirt and squatted over the flowers. She took a deep breath, held it for a second, and then relaxed as she exhaled. Her bladder opened up releasing the pressure, from her thick black and gray hairy vagina, a strong current of piss sprayed onto the flowers. She finished peeing. She used her hand to wipe herself. She lowered her dress, and then licked her fingers clean.

She went inside the house, cooked an omelet with fresh vegetables, She yelled to Jake," Dinner is ready!"

As the sun was setting, he entered the dimly lit kitchen and sat down across the table from his mother. They ate together. They heard the crickets beginning to chirp, and lightning bugs flashed outside the window.

His mom finished chewing her food, and said, "Are you volunteering to clean up the neighborhood for earth-day this year?"

Jake took a sip of his green tea, "Yeah. I always volunteer to clean up. Do you wanna to sign up together?"

Her pouty lips spun into a huge smile. "Yes, I would love too, thanks for asking."

Jake responded with a crooked smile. "You know I share your interest in saving the earth."

She laughed. "Yes, that's is true, but not many Moms are lucky enough to have a son like you who cares about helping the planet rather than exploiting it for profit."

He nodded his head in agreement. "It's common sense, if we destroy the planet, we are also destroying ourselves along with it. Besides, people need to become more consciences about using the resources freely provided by nature, when they do, there'll be less to fight about. People should know that money does not provide us with everything we need. Nature does!"

She smiled. Her cheeks blushed." You have a lot of wisdom for your age."

Jake lowered his head and smiled. "Yeah, I got it from you, mom."

They looked at each other as they got up from the table. She put the dishes in the sink; her body tingled with happiness from the conversation. She felt proud that he embraced the same values that she did. As she washed the dishes, she looked out the window into the backyard admiring the full moon. She examined the moonlight as it danced on the leaves. Her stomach grumbled, she squeezed her ass cheeks together to contain her bowels. Jake had retreated to his bedroom to study. Now it is time for her favorite part of the evening.

She stepped out the backdoor, the warm night air embraced her. The full moon lit up the yard like a silver sun in the night sky. Lightening bugs flashed around her. She walked to a large nine-foot fence that sectioned off a corner of the yard. With a key that hung around her neck, she unlocked the entrance to her secret garden. The fence protected her garden from animals; also, it hid her pot plants that were starting to bud. The fence was high enough to offer her privacy.

The gate closed behind her, but she was not aware that it was a few inches ajar. From her pocket, she removed a joint and lit it. She inhaled deeply, held the smoke in her lungs, and then exhaled. The sweet aroma of good weed mingled with the fragrant scent of spring flowers pleased her.

Jake in his room working on a paper about microbial ecology for school, needed his mother's advice on how a bacterium supports the life of plants and animals. He walked into the kitchen to find she was not there. He looked outside the kitchen window and saw the gate to her garden slightly open. He strode out into the yard and peeked through the opening of the gate. He watched her peeking through the gate, admiring her splendor, his cock hardened.

She looked up at the stars, her long black hair fell to her waist, the streaks of gray and silver glowed in the moonlight. She unfastened the front of her dress and stepped out of it, and then hung it on a hook. Her large breasts sagged almost to her belly button. Her thick bush illuminated in the brightness of the night's clear sky. Jake gazed at her, as his cock swelled.

She squatted down between two tomato plants. Her large, strong buttocks parted. She held herself up with the poles, which held the tomato plants. She leaned her head back; her hair swayed just above her the crack of her hefty hindquarters. A stream of warm piss trickled from her lush pussy, and then steadily it became a gushing flow. Her piss poured into a puddle that developed between her legs. Then it returned to a trickle, and then she was done. Jake observed his mother, while rubbing his cock through his pajama pants, while staring at her.

She held her position, took a deep breath and relaxed further. She felt her bowels loosen, as a firm log approached, her puckered hole opened. The brown tip of a turd revealed itself. She held her breath and gently pushed. A long soft loaf of shit flowed from her ass. It broke off, then another one appeared. She pushed it out, then another spiraling brown log of excrement slid out. She inhaled another deep breath and a few smaller pieces of pooh dropped from her huge ass onto the fresh pile of steaming dung. Jake stroked his hard shaft, and his balls ached, while he played with himself, his pajama pants now down to his knees. He gazed at her.

Jake's mother reached between her legs with her left hand. She dipped her fingers into the mound of excrement. She then closed her eyes, inhaled the stout aroma of her shit mingling with the fragrant spring flowers, she began licking it from her fingers. Jake's ankles were tied around his pajama bottoms. He lost his balance and fell to the ground, causing the gate to open. She heard the gate creek. She turned her head and saw him there, watching her with his firm cock in his hand.

"Jake, what are you doing out here?" She asked, while staring at his erection.

"I wanted to ask you a question. I saw that the gate was open" He replied, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat. Jake's mom pulled herself up. She was over six feet, Jake examined her naked body shimmering in the moonlight as she walked towards him. She looked like an aged amazon goddess. The streaks of silver in hair blazed in the moonlight. Her eyes were fierce. He was afraid and did not know what to say.

She offered him her hand, and said, "Allow me to help."

She pulled him up, then said, "Don't worry, it's ok, I'm not mad at you for watching."

Jake looked down at his formidable cock, then into his mother's eyes. and said, "Are you sure? I feel like I've done something bad." He seemed ashamed of himself.

She smiled, as she took his hand to lead him into her garden and said, "It's natural for you to feel this way. You've done nothing wrong. I'll answer all of your questions."

He stepped out of his pajama pants and followed her into the garden. She closed the gate. The garden filled with flowers, and vegetables. The green leaves swayed in the moonlight. A sweet, earthy and hearty smell permeated the fenced enclosure. He admired his mother's bulky, strong stature. His eyes gazed at her enormous rolling breasts, and her light brown nipples. Jake relished her curves, her elegance, and her strength, highlighted with a natural, unpretentious presence that was dirty and rugged. Most of all it was her thick black and silver bush that encapsulated her pussy that captivated him.

She gently caressed his cock, and said, "Relax, it's ok, you are a man now and you have permission to enter my secret garden"

His hard shaft twitched in his mother's hand, as he replied in a shaky voice, "What are you doing in here?"

"I am giving back to the earth that which she has freely given me" She replied with an angelic tone in her voice. She softly stroked his stiff rod.

Jake replied, "I understand that, but I saw you eating your own poo and enjoying it."

"All I can say is, I like the taste." She said, looking squarely into his eyes.

"Are you sure it is safe to eat?" He responded.

Still holding her gaze, she smiled, and answered, "Yes, dear, of course It's safe, and it's natural. Our vegetables grow from it, we eat them, and then I return them to the garden in the form of excrement. Therefore it's safe and it tastes good too. Do you want to help me with my garden?"

He nodded his head and said, "How can I help?"

"I want you to pooh over here, these plants need some nutrients." She pointed towards the corner of the garden.

He replied, "Ok, I'll give it a try."

He took off his shirt and carefully moved to the spot his mother pointed. She admired his firm young body, smooth chest, strong abs, and his slender legs. Most of all, she was surprised by his large cock, which jutted out his thick black pubic hair. A trait he inherited from me. She thought. He squatted facing her. His cock erect, it pointed towards the stars. He relaxed and pushed. He felt his ass hole opened and his pooh easily slid out onto the ground. His shit came out in one log that spiraled onto the soil. His mother smiled as she watched him.

She went to the mound of shit that she had just expelled a few minutes earlier. Her large bare feet sinking into the moist, soft ground. She smelled the humid and pungent odor, which delighted her. A warm spring breeze washed over her nakedness, causing her nipples to harden. Her pussy became wet, she felt the droplets of nectar forming on the tips of her coarse pubic hairs.

Looking at Jake, she exclaimed, "This is how I mix my excrement into the soil" She stepped into the pile of shit. Her beautiful large feet with pretty, purple painted toes sunk into the mound of strong smelling poo. The warm, soft feces squished underneath her feet. The shit oozed between her toes, molding to the shape of her arches. She stepped up and down, doing a little dance in the light of the moon. She swung her long hair from left to right. The brown excrement coated her gigantic, but gorgeous feet. Jake stroked his cock as he watched her.

She finished, looked towards Jake and said, "Now it's your turn."

Jake repeated the actions of his mother, but with less gracefulness.

"Now we need to get cleaned up," She said.

Holding hands they strolled to the other corner of the garden to a bench with a stool in front of it were arranged. She sat on the bench and put her filthy feet on the stool, she held up a towel and said, "Jake, can you clean my feet for me?"

"Yes," He replied.

He took the towel and knelt beside the stool, her toes and her feet caked with shit. The smell was strong and imbued his sinuses and his palate with satisfaction. The combination of seeing his mother naked, along with the intoxicating earthy aroma of her feces made his hormones soar. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. Enchanted by his mother's magnificence radiating in the light of the moon, he put down the towel. His mother's clit swelled as she watched him.

Leaning forward, he licked a sample of excrement from her foot. He rolled it down his tongue. It had a bold, robust flavor that delighted his taste buds. The shit tasted like a French roast coffee, with a touch of sweet fruit added in. He swallowed, and again licked more excrement from the bottom of her foot. He opened his mouth to suck her toes. She opened her legs just enough to allow herself to play with her pussy, as she stared at him while he licked her feet clean.

She felt the warmth of his lips engulfed her toes, the shit melted in to his mouth.. The frenzy began. He furiously and meticulously licked clean every inch of her of size eleven feet. He sucked each toe, then licked between them, making sure he consumed all of her earthly excrement. The nectar poured from her pussy. He finished licking her feet clean, and looked up at her. He watched her as she fingered herself. His cock pounded and his balls clenched, he needed to unload.

His mother's body glistened in the moonlight. Her breasts spilled over her belly, her hair spills over her breasts. Jake eased his mother's legs further apart; he moved his face between her chubby thighs smelling the musk of his mother's vagina. He saw the beads of her nectar dangling from her thick black and gray pubic hair. He tasted her juices. Then he licked his mother's cunt.

She felt the tip of his tongue gliding over her clit, her body shuddered in ecstasy. He explored her black forest with his mouth, savoring every cranny. The moist domain of his mother's pussy tasted like a swamp of endless flavors and textures. Her body shook, and convulsed. She shot a stream of piss into his mouth. He swallowed and continued eating her.

She raised her head and said, "Son, fuck me."

She turned over so she was on fours and Jake got behind her wide ass. His cock was stiff. It slid into his mother's wet cunt without hesitation. He penetrated into her hot pussy the warmth engulfed his cock. He fucked her from behind, with every thrust her sagging breast dragged forward and back in the dirt. The sensation of the cool ground on her nipples, while being fucked by her son, made her feel like a wild woman.

Jake pumped harder and faster. His mother's body bounced on his cock. The moonlight made the silver streaks in her hair look like lightning. They moved in unison. Faster and harder, his cock swelled ramming deeper inside his her dripping cunt. It felt as if there was a furnace inside of her heating the head of his manhood. Her tits dug gullies into the earth as they swayed. Jake's body quivered, his muscles tightened, and his mind exploded with rapture. He convulsed as he squirted hot cum into his mother, one stream of cum after another shot inside of her, finally his cock softened as the remainder of his hot semen dripped into her hungry cunt.

Exhausted, they collapsed into the soft moist dirt. They held each other, looking up at the twinkling stars. His mother's breasts covered with dirt. Thick white semen dripped from her black and silver pussy onto the rich moist soil.

His mother regained her breath and said, "I love you, Jake."

Jake replied "I love ya too, mom."

She looked deep into his eyes, and said, "I'm so happy that you returned the pussy that gave birth to you."

The moonlight shined on their naked bodies while the crickets sang. The earth absorbed the semen that dripped from her hairy cunt, as they held each other. The ground rumbled and shook. They pulled each other closer. Their hearts beat faster with fear, not knowing what was happening. Vines exploded from the ground beneath them, and wrapped around their naked bodies. Jake and his mother screamed. The vines tighten around them. The earth opened, and the vines pulled them in, dirt piled on top of them. The earth swallowed them. The old witch and her son were gone. Returned to earth witch gave them life.