0 comments/ 117922 views/ 5 favorites The Product of Influence Ch. 01 By: DMaximo co-authored by BlackSnake Joyce Scott had been married and divorce three times and dated a long list of other losers. Her son, John made it a habit of trying to stay clear of the host of men trafficking in and out of their two bedroom apartment to sleep with his mother. The men seem to be getting younger and younger. One he had known from school that was only a year older than him. John had been ashamed thinking of his mother as a whore. It wasn't until he overheard a conversation his mother was having with his Aunt Leila and a couple of other ladies, that he learned that his mother was just using the men for sex. It wasn't that much different finding out that his mother was a slut instead of a whore, but that's the way that it was. In spite of his mother's over active sex life, they got along great. Joyce never failed to support John's school activities, listen to his problems, or make sure that he was dressed in the latest styles. Joyce always talked straight with her son, more like a friend than a mother when it came to girls and sex. She insisted that he kept a fresh box of condoms, and bought them for him as just another item on her grocery list. John worked the evening shift at a fast food place only a mile away from their apartment complex. It was almost midnight when he got home. Seeing all the lights off in the apartment, he figured that his mother was out at a bar, which she did most Friday nights. He noticed the dozens of beer bottles in the trash and figured that his mother had been entertaining that evening before going out. He was getting himself a beer from the refrigerator when he heard the sounds of his mother soft snore. He thought it very usual for her to be asleep at this hour unless she was passed out from drinking too much. John turned on the kitchen light as he walked to his mother's opened bedroom door. The light from the kitchen illuminated her bedroom enough for him to see. Joyce was passed out, faced down and naked on her bed with one arm hanging over the side. Her clothes lay in a pile next to the bed and there was a nearly empty bottle of beer on her nightstand. Joyce was in fairly decent shape for a forty-two year old mother. It was easy to see why young men found her attractive. Her thighs were thick, but didn't rub together like most women her age, mainly because she was slightly bow-legged. Her butt-cheeks had grown soft over the years, but it still stuck out and didn't droop very much. She didn't color her hair allowing the gray streaks to show through her long auburn curls. John found his mother's good looks a real pain sometimes, as men were constantly hitting on her, and she would flirt with them. John went into his mother's bedroom and gathered her clothes and put them away. He thought to wake her, but decided that it was best to allow her to sleep it off. Seeing her lying on the bed naked, he thought of the time she had caught him jerking off in his bedroom. Instead of yelling and at him like most mothers might have, she sat him down for a real talk about sex. She educated him about sex in a way that no mother would even think of doing. She told him about all the things, both good and bad that could happen during sex. She talked about what his options were if he got a girl pregnant, what some of the symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases were, and what he should do. She made him promise not to take an interest in porn, because it was just acting and would give him false impressions. She showed him what a naked woman looked like, and told him that he shouldn't feel embarrassed after noticing his erection as he looked at her. She showed him how to put on a condom, and made him practice until she was sure he had it right. He never failed to use a condom, and he never contracted a disease or got a girl pregnant as a result of his mother's unforgettable lesson. John left his mother as she lay and took his beer to his bedroom. He was sporting a really nice erection as he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He thought of what girl he could call over the night day since he would have the day off. He had a short list of girls who he knew would give him what he wanted. Sleep came quickly as he closed his eyes. *** "Hmmmmm....." the moans echoed throughout the small apartment. Joyce's eyes popped opened. She looked at the clock and saw that it was already after noon. She looked over her shoulder at her closed bedroom door and then at her nakedness. "Mmmm! Ah! Ah! Ah!" the moans came again. Joyce put her hand over her pounding head and then pulled the covers all the way over her head. "Hmm! Mmm! Ah! Oh! Ah! Hmm!" the moans continued. Joyce recognized what type of moans she was hearing. She didn't mind her son having sex with girls in their apartment, but the moans were making her head hurt worse. She covered her head with a pillow as she curled up in a fetal position. "Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!" the loud moans flowed through the thin walls. Joyce closed her eyes tightly trying to block out the sounds. Every fifteen minutes or so, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. "Hmmm! Hmmm! Hmmm! Ah! Ah! Ah!" the moans seemed endless as the time continued to pass. "What the hell is he doing to that girl," Joyce said to herself. She looked at the clock again realizing that the moans had been going on for over an hour. "Nobody could possibly last that long," she thought as she sat up in her bed. "Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Gaud! Oh! Hmmm!" the moans continued. Joyce was finding it hard to believe how long it had been going on. Maybe it was a porn moving playing, but she knew that her son wouldn't possibly have that trash in their place. She got up and founded her housecoat and headed out to find out what exactly was going on. Sylvia cried out her pleasure in continuous moans. John held her ankles up at his shoulders and he stood at the foot of the bed thrusting his perpetually hard cock in the girl's aching cunt. The door to John's bedroom was half way open, and Joyce could see both her son and the girl who was making all the noise. They both were drenched in sweat. John's muscles flexed as he slammed repeated into the girl. Sylvia tossed her head from side to side as she endured the lustful attack. Joyce had seen signs that her son had sex, but she had never witness it herself. The way he was thrusting into the girl on the bed impressed her. She had never had any man to fuck her like that. She felt almost jealous as the girl looked like she was having one long and continuous orgasm. John pulled his pussy soaked cock from the girl's worn cunt and removed the condom that had protected it. He pulled Sylvia up and held her hair as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Joyce gasped drawing her son's attention as she saw his cum spill from the corners of the girl's mouth in a sudden burst. John looked back down at Sylvia as he shot several more streams of cum into her mouth. When he looked back where his mother had been standing, he saw that she was gone. Joyce got a beer and a couple of headache tablets, the cure for her hang over. She was astonished by what she had witnessed. She knew her son was having sex along time ago, because he had told her right afterwards. It was something that she wasn't meant to see. She recognized the look he gave her. It was the same look he would give her when he was looking for approval. She went back to her bed and crawled under the covers. *** "Oh my gaud, Leila," Joyce said sitting on the couch next to her sister with her Rum and coke. "I saw John doing that girl, Sylvia this morning." Leila looked at her sister eager for details. "He was giving it to her better than I've ever gotten it from anybody," Joyce said. "Really?" Leila replied knowing how much sex her sister had. "He's got some real equipment too," Joyce said unable to hide her excitement. Leila laughed. "He had that girl sound like one of those porno movies," Joyce said. "Girl, he's built like a horse." "You sound like you want some," Leila laughed. "I tell you what...I made me a booty call," Joyce laughed. "Well, one things for sure," Leila said. "He sure must get it from you. Who is it this time?" Joyce smiled. "Nathan," she said laughing. "Joyce! Really," Leila said. "You know what they say...I bet he's got a big one," Joyce laughed. "Girl, I don't know what to say about you," Leila said. "When is the last time you got some?" Joyce said. "I couldn't just do it with anyone," Leila said. "Why not? It's just sex. That's all they want. What's wrong with you wanting the same thing," Joyce said. "I've been married enough times to know...that's all their good for, if they're good at that." "I don't know, Joyce," Leila said sinking back on the sofa. "Girl, I'm going to get you laid yet," Joyce laughed. "I'm just so horny...I can't stand it." She put her hand on her crotch and squeezed her legs together. Leigh laughed. "Girl, I got to go," she said getting up and giving her sister a hug before leaving. *** Joyce left her bedroom door open on purpose as she road Nathan Williams' thick cock. It wasn't as big as she had hoped, but it was plenty big enough to do the job. She told him that she knew that he wanted to screw her and she was giving him his chance. Nathan readily agreed that she was right. She laid him down on her bed and sucked a condom on his cock before mounting him. Joyce looked at the reflection in the mirror when she saw the movement coming from the kitchen. She sat all the way up on Nathan cock as she stared at her son's reflection in the mirror. She squeezed her tits as she rocked back and forth on the man's cock, never once taking her eyes off her son. She saw John's hand reach for his crotch and it made her smile. She got what she was after; his attention. Nathan moaned, and Joyce felt his cock jerk inside of her. He was done, and she was finished playing her game. She grabbed the shaft of his fast shrinking cock to keep cum from seeping from the condom as she got off him. She glanced back up at the mirror and saw that John was gone. She quickly ushered Nathan out the door, advising him that if he told anyone it would be the last time he would ever sleep with her. She already knew that Nathan wouldn't breathe a word to anyone, but she wanted to make her point clear to him. "Nathan, huh?" John said coming out of his bedroom after her heard the door open and close. "Yeah, I had to do something after that big production you put on this morning," Joyce laughed letting her housecoat fall open as she went to the kitchen. John laughed. "No wonder that girl put up with the way you treat her," Joyce said taking two beers from the refrigerator and giving one to him. "You fuck her brains out." "Well, if you're going to do it, you might as well do a good job," he said chuckling with pride. "I wish someone would fuck me like that," Joyce said glancing down at her son's hard-on. "Whoa! That sounded like an invitation," he joked. Joyce laughed as she went into the living room and sat on the couch. "It would be if you weren't my son," she said stealing another glance at his crotch as he adjusted himself before sitting down next to her. "People do that sort of thing all the time," John said. "Are you hinting that you want to screw me?" Joyce laughed. "Sounds more like you want to screw me," he said adjusting his hard-on, so that it lay on his thigh. "It looks really tempting," Joyce said looking at his hard cock less than a foot away from her hand. "Have you ever thought about fucking me?" John laughed loudly. "No, I'm serious," Joyce said. "It's a fair question." "Yeah, lots of times," John said. "But then again, everybody wants to screw you. It's not like you haven't either." He laughed. "You've done your fair share of fucking yourself," Joyce said. "How many girls are you seeing right now? Six? Seven?" John laughed. "Only a few," he said. "So what, if I wanted to screw you...it's not like we can." "You said it yourself, lots of people do it," Joyce said. "You want to do it?" he asked finally. "Do you?" she asked. "Heck yeah," John said. "But wanting to is a lot different than actually going through with it. I don't know if I could screw my own mother, no matter how badly I wanted to." "Dicks have no shame," Joyce laughed. "You could if you had the never. I saw how I woke up this morning. Most guys would have fingered me or something. I bet you didn't even think about it." "I wouldn't do that to you. You're my mother," John defended himself. "That's want I mean, you don't have the never," Joyce said. "It's just sex John. It makes you feel good until the next time that you do it. It's purely physical. It has nothing to do with our relationship." "You sound like you'll do it," he said. "I guess I do," she said standing up removing her housecoat and dropping it in his lap. "I want to be fucked like you fucked that girl today." The Product of Influence Ch. 02 co-author BlackSnake John tossed and turned all during the night. The proposition from his mother had a really big effect on him. She flat out told him that she wanted to him to screw her. He figured that she was just playing around with him, but it was very hard to resist. He was glad he was able to control himself from making a move. Even for her, it was a really cruel joke. She had teased him like he had seen her tease other men. He thought that maybe she was testing him to find out if he was as weak as the losers she fucked. No matter what her reasons, his hard-on would not let him sleep. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling as the sun rose and he heard sounds in the kitchen. Joyce was up early in the kitchen making breakfast with her housecoat tied securely around her waist. She had done a lot of drinking and her stomach was begging for food. She heard John in his bathroom taking a shower. A smile curled at the corner of her mouth as she looked in that direction. She was proud of the way that he was able to resist her. Most men would have been on their knees begging for a taste of her. She could tell that he wanted to fuck her, but the fact that he controlled himself made her proud. She made a cup of coffee for him. Joyce waited by the bathroom door until she heard the sounds of him getting out of the shower. “Coffee,” she said knocking on the door and then opening it. John already had his towel wrapped around his waist, but his hard-on pushed it out in the front. “Thanks,” he said and took a sip from the cup. He looked at her wondering if he should ask her the question that had kept him up all night. Joyce could see that John wanted to say something. She leaned against the doorframe and smiled at him. “What would you’d done if I tried to screw you last night?” he asked the burning question. “Let you,” she said laughing. “…and enjoyed it, of course, but I would have been disappointed.” “Why?” he asked resolved that she was testing him. “Because, it would have showed that you’re just like all the rest of the motherfuckers out there. They don’t care who they fuck…as long as they get their dicks wet.” “That’s really messed up,” he said. “You’re not just anybody, mom. You’re really hot. It’s not fair. I mean if you was some old fat dumpy chick with missing teeth, then that’s saying something, but you’re really sexy.” “I think the fact that I’m your mother is enough to make it fair,” she said. “Lots of people do have sex with their family members, but that doesn’t have a thing to do with you. It’s ok that you want to screw me,” she paused as she looked down at the tent his cock was making out of his towel. “Hell, I want to screw you too, but what you said last night was true…that doesn’t mean that we should. I think you and I go plenty far enough. I shouldn’t know how it feels to have that big cock inside of me and you shouldn’t know how it feels to have it there. I’ve allowed everything else, but that.” “What about blowjobs,” John joked. Joyce laughed as she turned to go back to the kitchen where the smell of the breakfast was indicating that it was about done. John grabbed a second towel to dry his hair as he followed her. “Are you trying to split hairs?” Joyce said as she prepared two plates with the food she cooked. “Well, you said no penetration,” John laughed. “You, want mommy to give you a blowjob,” Joyce teased kissing his cheek as she sat their plates on the table. “Yeah, so I can go brag to all my friends that…my mommy gives a better blowjob than your mommy,” he countered. “That probably true,” Joyce laughed. “Just make sure that you don’t marry anybody who don’t like to have sex as much as you do.” “That will be hard to find,” John said. “You’ll end up in a miserable relationship, and eventually divorced,” she said. “Like you?” “I married men who thought that once they had me, sex was an obligation they had to perform,” she said. “Sex is one of the most important parts of marriage. It’s not the only thing, but it’s very important. If you’re having lots of sex, you can handle you problems a lot easier. Shit happens anyway. Sex makes you feel good no matter what is going on. If you’re enjoying it.” “It’ll be next to impossible to find someone who likes sex as much as you,” John said. “What about that girl, Sylvia?” Joyce said smiling. “She sure sounded like she enjoyed getting the shit fucked out of her.” John laughed. “I’m serious. She’s not the best looking girl who brought around, but she looks like she’ll drop her panties anywhere,” she said. “Yeah, she’s always game,” John said laughing. “Look John, there’ll always be someone better looking than the one you’re with,” she continued. “ but, the grass is not always greener on the other side.” “You want me to marry someone like you?” he said continuing to laugh. “Is that so bad?” Joyce said, her tone dropping enough to let him know that she didn’t find his comment funny. “Yeah, I’m a slut, but I never cheated on the guys I married. I'm the kind of woman that men say want.” “You’re right, I would like to marry someone like you. I just don’t know if Sylvia is the one,” he said truthfully. “Have you given her a chance?” she asked. “Is she seeing anyone else?” “I don’t think so, we just haven’t been serious,” he replied. “Why don’t you give her a chance? You’ll never know, if you don’t try,” Joyce said taking up their empty plates. “What make you so sure that she’s not going to turn out like one of those women that change as soon as you marry them?” he asked. “John, any woman that allows a man to fuck them like I saw you fuck her, has to love sex,” she laughed. “You do like her, don’t you?” “Yeah, I like her,” he said. “Invite her over,” Joyce said. “I really believe that she’s the kind of girl that you should be with.” John looked at his mother, wondering if he really wanted to marry a woman like his mother. Sylvia had a really nice body, but her nose resembled an Eagle’s beak. He really did like her. Maybe it was because she reminded him of his mother. Joyce took the phone off the wall and handed it to her son. “Give her a call,” she said and went back to cleaning the kitchen. “What about you?” John asked. “Huh?” “How come you don’t stick we a guy that wants to screw you all the time?” John said. “John, most of the guys I screw just want a trophy,” she said. She thought about Nathan and laughed. “The only guy that I’ve been with that could keep me satisfied is Nathan Williams.” “Well, what’s wrong with Nathan other than him being black, at least he’s not a jerk,” John said. “Could you imagine having Nathan as your stepfather?” she laughed. “Yes,” John said in a flat tone. “Get serious…Nathan?” she said. “Well, you said you wanted a guy would want to have sex with you all the time, right?” John said. “Nathan has a real job, and he has a major thing for you.” Joyce laughed. Nathan was a good man, and he wasn’t bad in bed. She even liked the size of his cock, though she wished he had a bigger cock like John’s. “I’ll tell you what,” she said. “You give Sylvia a chance, and I’ll give Nathan Williams a serious look.” John dialed Sylvia’s phone number. She answered the phone on the first ring, “I was wondering if you’d call, John.” “How did you know it was me?” John asked. “Caller I.D., silly,” Sylvia said. “You’re up early for a Saturday, aren’t you?” “I called to see if you’d come over this morning,” John said. “I’ll be right there,” Sylvia said and hung up the phone. John pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it. “Did she hang up on you?” Joyce asked. “She said she’ll be right over and hung up without saying bye or anything,” John said placing the phone back on the hook. “Sounds like she’s on her way,” Joyce laughed as she went to her bedroom to dress. It only took fifteen minutes before Sylvia was knocking on the door. Joyce answered the door smiling at the young woman dressed in pajama pants that hung on her hips low enough that Joyce could tell there weren’t underwear underneath. Sylvia also wore a sports bra and flip-flops, and had her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Other than her make up, Sylvia looked like she just got out of bed. “Hi, Ms Scott,” Sylvia said smiling. “Is John home?” “He sure is, honey. Come on in,” Joyce said inviting the young woman in. “How are you?” “I’m fine,” Sylvia said glancing towards John’s bedroom as she followed Joyce into the kitchen. She was excited that John called and was eager to see him. “Have you had breakfast yet?” Joyce asked. “Yes, mam,” Sylvia answered politely. “Look honey, if we’re going to get alone you’re going to have to call me Joyce,” Joyce said laughing. “That mam stuff makes me feel old.” “Ok,” Sylvia said smiling. It was an encouraging sign for he to be liked by John’s mother. “John’ll be out in a minute,” Joyce said. “It’ll give us some time to get to know each other. Coffee?” “Yes…hum, sure…thank you,” Sylvia said stopping herself. Joyce smiled as she poured coffee for the both of them. “So, you like my son, huh?” Joyce asked handing the young woman the coffee and leading her into the living room. “Yes, hum…” Sylvia replied following Joyce and glancing towards John’s bedroom again. “Good, I’m glad to hear it,” Joyce said lining up the list of questions she was going to ask Sylvia, but decided to be more direct. “Are you dating anyone else, other than John?” “No! I mean, John is the only person that I’ve been with…I mean dated for about a year,” Sylvia said. “Good, because I wouldn’t want my son dating a girl that’s dating around,” Joyce said. “No, I’m only dating John and nobody else,” Sylvia confirmed. Joyce was pleased to hear that. “You know, Sylvia…in a relationship both people have to get what they want out of it, and I’m sure that you know that men want lots of sex,” Joyce said seeing the shocked look on the young woman’s face. “A lot of relationships end because both parties don’t want the same thing. If the woman doesn’t like having sex as much as the man, then they will eventually have problems. I wouldn’t want John to be in a relationship with someone who didn’t like to have sex as much as he does. If I thought that John was getting involved with someone who didn’t like sex as much as he does then I would insist that he break it off, before things got to serious.” “No…I love having sex,” Sylvia said in almost a panic. Joyce smiled. John stood against the wall in the dining room listening to his mother drill Sylvia, as they agreed. He liked the answers Sylvia was giving. “I’m happy to hear that, because my son’s happiness means everything to me,” Joyce said. “You’re not shy, are you? Men like women to dress sexy in things that are…well, revealing.” “I normally don’t dress like this,” Sylvia said. “I was just getting out of bed when John called me. I thought he wanted to see me right away, so I just came right over.” “He told me that he was thinking about getting serious with you. I told him to call you, so we could talk,” Joyce said. “I think it’s important that we know where each other is coming from.” Sylvia heard what she wanted to hear for a long time. She wanted a real relationship with John, and his mother had just told her that he wanted to get serious with her. “I wanted to find out for myself if you are the kind of woman that would make my son happy,” Joyce said. “Sex is very important in a relationship. Too many people are afraid to talk about that, don’t you agree?” “Yes, I think it is too,” Sylvia said. “People should talk about sex more. I don’t think it’s dirty at all. I don’t see anything wrong with talking about it. I did have problems with sex when I was younger, but I wanted it?” “Oh? What kind of problem?” Joyce asked. “I had sex with someone I shouldn't have when I was younger,” Sylvia said pausing. “A lot…almost every day and night…” She shook her head as remembered. “but, I wanted it. I asked for it…it felt good.” “If you enjoyed it, what was the problem?” Joyce asked. Sylvia looked like she was hiding a secret. “I enjoyed doing it, but it shouldn’t have been with the who I was doing it with. I know it was wrong, but I thought as long as I didn’t get caught…” Sylvia thought that maybe she was being to forth coming, but Joyce was making it so easy for her to talk, and she been wanting to talk about it for years. “I didn’t want them to get in any trouble. I wanted to do it as much as they did.” “They?” Joyce asked. She was guessing that Sylvia was talking about having sex with her father. She had her own encounters, but who could they be? Sylvia paused. “My younger brothers,” she said. “We were just fooling around.” “I know how things like that could get started. What happened?” Joyce pushed for details. “We were just bored. I remember it was raining, so we couldn’t go outside. My mom and dad was at work,” Sylvia began. “We decided that we were going to play house. We were actually too old to be playing such games, but we were bored. I was always the mom, and they would take turns being the dad. We had to clean the house anyway, so I got to cook and they would clean, except for the one who was pretending to be the dad at the time.” Sylvia paused to sip the coffee. “After that, we would pretend to go to sleep and then they would switch being the dad. Well, Joey said that we should pretend to do what our mom and dad did in bed. I liked being the mom since I didn’t have to clean up anything, so I agreed. I went and put on one my mother’s nightgowns, and I remember that she never wore anything under it. It wasn’t see-through, but I’d been in her room plenty of times while she dressed. Joey and I closed the door in my room and got under the covers. He got on top of me and started humping. I don’t even remembering it hurting at all, but I knew my mom did it with my dad, so I thought that’s what it was like. They would take turns; one would leave my room and the other would come in. I felt like I couldn’t wait for the next one to get inside of me. We stopped playing house, realizing how childish we were being. I started sneaking into their bedroom at night, because my room was next to our parents. I would go from one of their beds to the other. I would spy on our parents to see what they were doing and then I would go try it with my brothers. They really liked me giving them blowjobs. Our parents would leave us at home a lot, because we didn’t fight or break anything. We would just have sex the entire time they would be gone. I never told anybody about that.” “Did your parents ever find out?” Joyce asked amazed at the detail Sylvia had gone into. “Not really. My mom figured out that I was having sex and put me on the pill. She didn’t asked me who I was having sex with, but I think she knew,” Sylvia said. “She almost caught us a few times, but she didn’t say anything.” “How long did this go on?” Joyce asked. “I guess about five years or so,” Sylvia said. “I guess we all felt that we shouldn’t be doing it. We didn’t talk about it, just stopped doing it.” “Did you date much?” Joyce asked. “Afterwards, I did,” Sylvia said “but, some guys were spreading it around that I was easy, so I stopped going out with anyone.” “I bet,” Joyce laughed recalling what she had witnessed. “Hey,” John said stepping around the corner into the living room. He had gotten very excited hearing Sylvia’s tale. He needed to get some fresh air and allow his mother to finish getting to know Sylvia. Sylvia’s head snapped around as if she had forgotten that he was home. She stood up quickly as he reached for her hand. Joyce noticed John’s hard-on and figured that he’d been listening. John hugged Sylvia and gave her a quick kiss. “I’m going to run to the store. Do you want anything, mom?” he asked. “Yeah, gets some more beer, Rum, and something for lunch,” Joyce said. “Sylvia and I will be here when you get back.” John kissed Sylvia again before leaving. He had never been that affectionate towards her before. They usually are going at it hot and heavy. She liked it. “Do you think its bad of me for having sex with my brothers?” Sylvia asked. “No, but I’m glad you told me. My father use to have sex with me, and then my step-father after him,” Joyce said. “Like you, I enjoyed having sex with them. I don’t have brothers, but I would imagine that I would have had sex with them too. Lots of women are taken my some man in their family. It’s not all good, but sometimes….” “I liked it. I missed it. I thought my father wanted to once, but it was probably just me,” Sylvia said. “Don’t be too sure,” Joyce said. “I thought it was just me when my step-father touched my ass, but I figured it out when he started massaging it.” “I was sitting on my dad’s lap, trying to play the little girl. I felt him growing under my butt,” Sylvia smiled. “It felt like he was humping, but he was tapping his feet to the music.” “Sylvia, a hard dick has away of taking over a man’s mind, so you really shouldn’t blame them. Women should use sex as a tool to control men, they should just enjoy having sex,” Joyce said. “I would hate if that happened to John.” “I would never to that to him,” Sylvia said. “Good,” Joyce replied. “I couldn’t give him my blessings if I thought he would have to deal with that. I want the women he plan to marry to really enjoy having sex.” “I really do,” Sylvia replied getting the sense that she was being interviewed for the job of daughter. “Good, I expect to see you doing a lot of fucking around here,” Joyce laughed. “You don’t mind if we have sex in front of you?” Sylvia asked. “Of course not,” Joyce laughed. “I you care about the person that you are with, then you shouldn’t care who sees you. I want you to treat this place as your home.” Sylvia hesitated and pulled her sports bra off over her head. She teased her nipples a bit before standing up and removing her pajama pants. “I’m impressed already,” Joyce laughed. “You don’t have anything against black people, do you?” “No,” Sylvia said. “Have you ever had sex with a black man before?” Joyce asked. “A couple,” Sylvia said. “Good, because you might see one over here from time to time,” Joyce said. “Would you like a gown to put on? I’m sure he would love to see you naked, but anyone else come over they might get the privilege also.” “If you don’t mind,” Sylvia said thinking that maybe she had jump the gun a bit. “Of course not, you’re about my size, though a little smaller in the hips, but that comes with age,” Joyce laughed. John came back just as Sylvia and his mother were coming from his mother’s bedroom. He recognized his mother’s short nightgown on Sylvia. Joyce made it over to John before Sylvia. “Fuck her in the living room,” Joyce whispered in his ear. “You look great,” John said reaching for Sylvia. He figured that she wanted to see how Sylvia would react. She had obvious dressed Sylvia in her nightgown for that reason. He put his hands on her waist and then slid them to her butt-cheeks under the nightgown, and then lifted her up for a kiss. Joyce put away the beer and made herself a rum and coke as John lead Sylvia into the living room. It was going to be the second time John would be able to put on a show for his mother. It was his turn to tease her. As much as he wanted to fuck his mother, he also knew that she wanted to fuck him as well. Sylvia pulled John’s shirt off over his head and kissed her way down his body as she knelt in front of him. She pulled his pants down to his ankles and took hold of his huge cock. She had plenty of practice sucking John’s cock, and this was her opportunity to show his mother just how well she could suck dick. Joyce took John a Rum and coke as Sylvia began sucking on his cock. She sat on the loveseat to get a close-up of the action. She crossed her legs tightly, to give some relief to her aching cunt. The Product of Influence Ch. 03 co-authored by BlackSnake * * * Sylvia was sitting on John's lap in the dining room feeding each other the Tacos he had gotten at the store when Joyce emerged from her bedroom. They looked at each other and burst into laughter. "I'm going to barrow her for a moment. OK, dear?" Joyce said taking Sylvia's hand and dragged Sylvia into her bedroom, and then shutting the door behind them. Joyce held her finger up to her lips and then motioned Sylvia into her bathroom. "I want to let you know that I'm going to tell John that I want him to marry you." Sylvia put her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Joyce took a ring box from her bathrobe pocket. When she opened the box, the 2.01ct heart shaped diamond sitting in the platinum setting sparkled with radiant beauty. "John's father bought this for me and I'm going to give it to him to give it to you," Joyce said. "It's valued over forty thousand dollars and I think you're worth every dime." Sylvia through her arms around Joyce's neck as her excitement came out in tears. She pulled back looking Joyce in the eyes. She opened Joyce's robe and dropped to her knees reaching around to grab Joyce's butt-cheeks. Joyce braced herself against the vanity as Sylvia mouth closed on her aching cunt. "Now this is what I call showing some appreciation," Joyce chuckled as she spread her legs allowing the girl to lick and suck her pussy. Sylvia slid a couple of fingers into Joyce's wetness as she squeezed the clit with her lips. Joyce shivered as her orgasm erupted making her dizzy. Sylvia stood licking her lips as she closed Joyce's robe back. "Wow, that was wonderful," Joyce said struggling to get her faculties back together. Sylvia through her arms back around Joyce's neck, "Thank you," she whispered. "Sweetheart, I should be thanking you," Joyce chuckled. "I really needed that." Sylvia stood back and smiled. "Anytime," she said. "I will have to return the favor something time," Joyce said. "I need to talk to John now." John was sitting patiently at the table as the two women came from the bedroom smiling. He had tried listening at the door, but couldn't hear what was going on in there. "John, could you come here for a minute, please," Joyce said smiling delightfully at him. John kissed Sylvia unknowingly getting a taste of his mother's pussy juice from her lips. Joyce noticed it getting a wink of the eye from Sylvia. It made Joyce feel just as naughty as when she licked his cum from Sylvia's hand. She shut the door as they entered her bedroom. Joyce took a black wallet from her dresser drawer. "I've been saving this for this particular moment in your life. It is for when I ask you to do something really big that I think is going to be in your best interest. What I'm going to ask you to do is really big, so what I have for you if you do it is really big also," Joyce said. "If you don't do what I ask you will never see it, and I will not ask you to do anything else for it. It's the same deal I got when it was given to me. I want you to know that I'm not playing a game with you, so you need to take me seriously this one time, at least." "What is it?" John asked. Joyce handed him the wallet. "Damn!" John exclaimed. "Is this real?" "You bet your ass it's real," Joyce said. "It was more than that when I got it. It's what we've been living on." "Who gave it to you?" he asked. "Your grandfather," she said. "He made the same deal with me as I'm giving you. You do this one thing and it's yours. If you don't you will never see it even if I die." "What did you have to do for it?" John asked. "Something that he asked me to do and I still don't regret doing it," Joyce said. "I can't tell you what it was, but it was the best thing that I have ever done in my life." "What do I have to do?" John asked. "You asked me, but when I tell you, you will have to decide to do it or not right away," Joyce said. "I won't ask you to do it again, or ask you to do something else instead. Are you ready to make the biggest decision of your life?" John looked at his mother and then back down at the wallet. "Yes," he replied. Joyce reached into her pocket and took out the ring box. "I want you to take this ring and marry Sylvia as soon as possible," she said opening the ring box and holding out to him. "What is your answer?" The magnitude of what his mother was presenting to him was bigger than he ever thought he would encounter. He looked at his mother straight in the eyes. "Yes...Yes, I'll do it," he said. Joyce joyfully through her arms around his neck. "I knew you would do it," she laughed. "Now I've done my job with you. You will see that doing this will be the best decision of your life. It was the same for me. Just a little more advice; only take a little of it to live on and put the rest back. Don't let anyone know you have this, not even Sylvia. Your Aunt Leila doesn't know a thing about this. This is the kind of thing people are willing to do anything for. I still have plenty to last me a lifetime." "Thank you mom, I can hardly believe this," John said. "You must really believe that marrying Sylvia is going to be the best decision I will ever make. This is huge, and the ring is awesome." "It's was my first wedding ring," Joyce said. "Now get out there and make her my daughter." John hugged his mother tightly. "Go on," Joyce said patting him on the butt. John went out to Sylvia with a large smile stretched across his face carrying the box in his hand. Joyce went into the kitchen and took a bottle of Champaign from the cabinet. Sylvia saw the box in his hand and began to shake. John knelt on one knee in front of her and Sylvia screamed. "Sylvia, will you marry me?" John asked as he opened the ring box. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sylvia screamed hugging and kissing John. "Yes! I'll marry you!" Joyce popped the Champaign bottle and filled glasses. "Let's celebrate," she said giving them glasses of Champaign. "Congratulations, to the both of you." John hugged his mother and Sylvia joined them. The Product of Influence Ch. 04 co-authored by BlackSnake Nathan hadn't been that nervous going to see a girl since he was in high school. Joyce had called him cover for the second time. He seemed to always find it hard to been himself any time he saw her. To him, she was the most beautiful white woman he had ever seen in his life, including the ones he saw on TV. The first time she invited him over, he was so surprised that she wanted to have sex with him; he remained in a state of shock the entire time. He didn't fully grasp what had happen for hours after he got home that day. He hoped that he would get another chance with her and luck seemed to be going his way. He looked down at the five-hundred dollar bottle of Champaign he had bought for the occasion. The way Joyce sounded on the phone, gave him every reason to believe that she was going to give it up to him again. Just the thought of screwing her made his cock jerk in his pants. He gave himself a once over look and then knocked on the door. "Hi sweetie," Joyce said as she immediately opened the door. She had been looking out the peephole as he came to the door. Nathan's jaw nearly hit the floor. Joyce had on the shortest shorts he thought he had ever seen. The bottom of the shorts road nearly to her hip; showing off her long shapely tanned legs all the way down to her bare feet. The cotton covered her crotch like paint. Her tits stretched the wife-beater t-shirt that merely outlined them. It took him almost a full minute for his eyes to make it up to her gorgeous smiling face. "Well, aren't you going to come in," Joyce said glancing down at the bulge in his pants. With John and Sylvia off on their honeymoon, she intended to see if she could feel anything for Nathan. How he felt about her was obvious to anyone who might have seen him in her company. She loved seeing the way his eyes lit up when he looked at her, but she had been married a few times before and they all ended as quickly as they began. "You are absolutely gorgeous," Nathan said closing the door behind him. "I picked up a little something to wet our whistles." He handed her the bottle. He figured that a woman of her stature would know that it wasn't just a cheap bottle of wine. Joyce recognized the shape and the color of the label on the bottle before reading it. She knew Nathan had some style about him, which her very comfortable around him. However, his swagger sometimes gave him the appearance that he could handle himself. Mostly, it was his smile and laugh that made her want to talk to him. "Very nice," Joyce said putting her arms around his neck to hug him. Nathan put one hand on her back and the other on the tailbone as he smashed her tits into his chest. As he slowly released her, he let his hand drift down to the part of her butt-cheek that was uncovered by the shorts. "I'll get us some glasses," Joyce said as she watched his eyes drop back down to her body. She lifted up on the toes and pushed her hips as she walked taking long strides to the kitchen. Nathan had to quickly adjust his hard-on in his pants as he followed the motion of the buns in front of him. "This is a very good bottle of Champaign," she said handing it back to him to open. "It's nothing compared to you," Nathan said as he popped to cork. Joyce jumped at the sound of the pop, and then giggled as she caught the flow of the Champaign coming out of the bottle. "To you," Nathan toasted as he locked eyes with her. The sipped the Champaign without even blinking from the suds popping out of their glasses as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Nathan looked more handsome than he had appeared to her, even more than when she was riding his cock the last time he was over. He dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle giving her butterflies in her stomach. "Let's sit," Joyce said breaking their silence. She could feel the wetness of her cunt against the soft cotton shorts as it creased the folds of her pussy lips. "I have to tell you that I was excited when you called," Nathan confessed. "The last time you invited me over, I was shocked." "And now?" Joyce asked. "I'm doing cartwheels inside," Nathan laughed. "I've always wanted to be with a beautifully and incredible sexy woman like you," he continued putting a hand on her thigh and slowly moving it down to the inner side of her knee. "Your incredible beautiful eyes make my stomach quiver." Joy lift her leg over his knees as he continued moving his hand down to her ankle before moving it up to the top of her inner thigh and moving it down again in a long stroke. "I want to taste you," he said putting his hand on her crotch and stroking it lightly. "I want to bring you more satisfaction than anyone every do." Joyce sipped on the Champaign and spread her legs wider keeping her eyes locked on his as she spread legs wider allowing room for him to slip his fingers under crotch of her shorts. "I want to get in here and never come out again," he said as his finger parted her pussy lips and entered her wet canal. "I need a lot of attention down there," Joyce said. "Are you man enough to give in to me?" "I could say anything, but let me show you," Nathan said removing his hand from her crotch. Joyce smile as stood in front of her with the bulge in his pants at her eye level. Nathan took his time unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants. Joyce sat up and leaned forward awaiting the appearance of his cock. Nathan reached inside his boxer briefs and brought his thick meaty tool out just inches from her lips. Joyce looked up at him and smiled and then opened her mouth wide taking in the head of his circumcised cock. She reached up with both hands wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft as he began to thrust it in and out of her mouth. Nathan pulled Joyce's wife-beater up over her heavy tits; massaging them with enough tenderness to make her nipples as hard as rocks. He looked down at her loving the way that she looked with his cock in her mouth. He felt much more relaxed than the first time that she had invited him over. He felt in control of the situation. His cock felt like a thick steel rod as he studied her beautiful face and her lips stretch over the head of his cock. He combed his fingers through her hair, and then held it as he pushed his cock steadily into her mouth. Joyce looked up at him and moved one of her hands allowing his cock to fill her mouth. She swallowed relaxing her throat as she let the head of his thick cock to enter. She moved her other hand allowing the rest of his cock in. Nathan's eyes widened. He knew he had a far better than average sized cock, and was surprised that she was able to take his entire length. He held her there feeling his cock become almost numb. He slid it back out slowly and pulled her to her feet. "That was incredible," he said. Joyce licked her lips and smiled. "That's a really big dick," she said. Nathan lifted her t-shirt over her head, and then knelt in front of her as he pulled her shorts down her long shapely legs to her pretty and petite feet. Joyce stepped out of the shorts and sat on the couch guided by Nathan's hands on her hips. He lifted her knees up to her shoulders and dropped his mouth down on her glistening cunt. "Mmmm!" Joyce moaned feeling him clamp down on her clit with his lips. She struggled to hold her legs up as he brought her to a dizzying orgasm. Nathan continued licking and sucking on her clit and pussy lips. He spit all the pussy juice and saliva he could on to her pucker. He pushed his tongue in and out of her asshole as he moistened it with everything he could gather. She had taken his cock in her cunt before and took in down her throat. It was the only hole left that his cock hadn't experienced and he wanted to give her something good. Joyce curled her toes as the sensation of Nathan's tongue took her. She felt the sudden shift of his body and then the hard push of the head of his cock into her asshole. She bit down on her bottom lip as the pain shot through her like electricity. She felt the second push as her anal canal was stuffed with the thickness of his cock. Nathan dug his fingers into the back of the couch for leverage as he drove his cock all the way into her asshole. The resistance of her asshole forced him back and he drove it in again, but with more thrust. "Ahh!" Joyce screamed. Nathan grunted as he slammed his cock all the way to the hilt. With each stroke his cock seemed to get harder and harder. He increased the rhythm of his strokes giving her every inch he could with each blow. Another orgasm erupted deep inside of Joyce in the mix of the intense pain. Though she enjoyed having a large cock, she had never taken one in her ass. Her legs were locked on his shoulders and he was driving his steel pipe right into her gut. Nathan was determined to give her the best fuck of her life. With her overwhelming beauty and thrust for sex, he figured that she must have had some really good fucks in her day. He wanted to be the best. He clinched his jaw and drove his cock with all the force he could muster. Joyce felt like she was going to pass out. She had never achieved an orgasm during anal sex, but was feeling another building quickly. Nathan had gone as far as he could nearly loosing complete control over his movements as the first stream of his cum shot from his dick. The burst of millions of sperm cells that followed caused him to be dizzy and loose his balance. His cock popped out of her asshole shooting two more streams of white cream onto Joyce's face. Joyce laughed through the sheering pain as she saw Nathan fall back again the heavy coffee table. Nathan joined her chuckling as he gasped to catch his breath. "Ouch!" Joyce said turning on her side and putting her hand on her butt. "I thought you were going to split me in two." "That felt incredible," Nathan said stuffing his stained cock back into his underwear. "Is there anything about you that isn't fabulous?" "I don't think I've ever been fucked like that before," Joyce admitted. "You haven't had anal?" Nathan asked in disbelief and handing her a glass of Champaign. "Yeah, but not with anything like that," Joyce said still wincing in pain. Even freshly fucked and sweaty, Joyce still looked beautiful to Nathan. "Joyce, I'm just going to come right out with it," he said. "I want you." "I think you just had me," Joyce tried to joke. "No, I mean..." he tried to come up with the right words. "I want you and I to be a couple. Date, be together, go steady....what ever the term they call it. I want to see you everyday. I want to see you beautiful face to be the first thing I see in the morning, and the last thing I see when I go to bed. I want to take care of you in every possible way. I think about you all the time, wishing that you could be mine. Think about it. I'm sure there'll be issues, but they don't matter to me. I've been feeling this way from the moment I saw you. I know this is a bit much, but just think about it." "As sore as my ass feel, I don't think I have a choice, but to think about you," Joyce said but realizing that he was being really sincere. "Nathan, you haven't seen but one side of me. After you get to know me better, you might have a change of mind." "I'm willing to take any chance to be with you," he said. "What I know is how I felt from the moment I looked into those beautiful eyes and at that gorgeous face. There couldn't be anything about you that I couldn't adore." "I wouldn't be so sure if I was you," Joyce said. "I've been married a few times before, and they say they felt the same way that you do." "Their loss," he responded. Joyce smiled. "I'll tell you what," she said. "Let's get cleaned up and something to eat before we say anything else about this."