Persephone lay on the bed. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny Saturday afternoon. The window was open and a warm breeze whisked through the master bedroom.

Persephone wore only a t-shirt. The warm flowing air felt good on her exposed legs and hips.

Persephone slowly got up out of bed, smiling at the tingling soreness of her legs. It was much like the soreness she used to feel after a hard lifting session at the beginning of fall training for varsity swimming back in her college days. Except this soreness was a little gentler and involved mostly her love muscles and the muscles around her hips.

Persephone stepped in front of the full length mirror. In the last few years she had outgrown the t-shirt she was wearing along with many other clothes. It only came down to the bottom of her slightly round stomach in the front and the top of her round butt in the back, leaving her furry muff partially exposed. Persephone looked over her figure in the mirror as she slowly ran her hands up and down the curvy outside of her hips. For the first time in years she felt beautiful, sexy, desirable.

Persephone smiled when she noticed all the white, sticky love cream on her inner thighs. She was surprised to see there was so much of it. She was even more surprise as she looked closely and saw more of Gabriel's love cream oozing through the fur of her puss.

Persephone used a finger to gather a bit of the love cream. She looked at it, fascinated. It seemed special, almost mystical. It was Gabriel's love cream. It glistened on her finger as she brought it closer to her face. For so long, she had felt repulsed by the dirty little result of male orgasms. It had always carried with it a sense of her being used by her ex-husband for a few minutes of his pleasure and nothing more. Many of her friends felt the same way about sex and their husbands. But with Gabriel's cream, it was different. Persephone felt loved. Gabriel had so much more of it than her ex. Persephone felt sexually satisfied with, even overwhelmed by, Gabriel. That love and the sexual pleasure transformed his cum into something wonderful, something sensuously dirty and arousing. The fact that Gabriel had been saving himself for the one love of his life made it even more special.

Persephone put her finger to her nose and sniffed. Gabriel's cum had a strangely sweet, yet stronger scent than her ex's. She thought to herself that maybe it was all the fruit Gabriel ate and the way he ate healthy, exercised, and really took good care of his body. The sensual act of deliberately smelling Gabriel's cum added to Persephone's growing arousal. She felt a wave of pleasure pass over her body. Then a dirty desire grew in her mind. It was a desire she never had before in her life.

Lust clouded Persephone's mind as she sniffed at Gabriel's cum on her finger again. With her other hand, she reached down and started rubbing her warm, tingling, and cum filled pussy. Her lips parted as she felt lust turning her into this white tigress of a woman who was entranced by the scents of her young, virile, black panther husband. She parted her lips just enough to slip her finger into her mouth. She closed her mouth around her finger and tasted the delicious love cream of her young, loving husband.

“Mmm,” moaned Persephone as she closed her eyes and licked every drop of Gabriel's cum off her finger.

“Wow!” said a familiar female voice, surprising Persephone. “He must be an amazing lover if you're eating his spunk off your thighs.”

Persephone turned, her finger still in her mouth and her other hand still between her curvy, sweaty thighs.

There, standing in the doorway, was Persephone's raven haired oldest daughter, Guinevere.

Persephone felt a strong sense of embarrassment and guilt. However, the moisture of her pussy and the tingling all over her body helped melt away the sense of guilt and softened the embarrassment.

“Gwen! What are you doing here?” asked Persephone after suddenly removing her finger from her mouth. She tried to pull down the t-shirt over her wide hips and large butt; however, it was useless. The seemingly little white shirt only stretched so far. Persephone continued to struggle to cover up her glistening bush as Guinevere walked over to her.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see me like this,” said Persephone.

As Guinevere stood close to her 54 year old mother, she could see the signs of embarrassment in her face but there was a light in her eyes that she hadn't seen in years. “Mother, you're practically glowing!” she said as she reached out one hand to her mother's chin as if Guinevere were the mother and Persephone were the daughter. “I've never seen you like this.”

“I'm sorry,” said Persephone, still shifting, trying to cover up her hips and thighs. “I'll put some clothes on.”

Guinevere watched as her mother's rounder, plumper bottom swayed from side to side as she walked. She smiled and covered her mouth with one hand to suppress a giggle when her mother bent over to look for something from a lower dresser drawer to put on her body. She saw the still moist whiteness running down her mother's inner thighs.

“It's almost 4 in the afternoon on a Saturday and you haven't gotten dressed yet?” asked Guinevere while smiling and shaking her head.

“I'm sorry dear,” said Persephone as she turned around, standing up fully to reveal a larger t-shirt. “Mommy doesn't mean to be so dirty, it's just, I can't stop him from, I mean I can't resist his-” Persephone simply lowered her head as her voice trailed off.

“It's okay, mother,” said Guinevere. “I've never seen you this happy before. I never even thought you could be sexed up like that.”

Persephone took off her still slightly wet small t-shirt and put on the larger one. It stretched to the max around her hips and still did not cover her entire butt.

“It's hard to believe you're still in bed, freshly freaked at 4 in the afternoon. He must be good,” said Guinevere.

Persephone smiled. The shock of Guinevere's appearance in her bedroom doorway wore off. Persephone's embarrassment was now being washed away by the growing warmth in her body as she remembered that afternoon's love making with Gabriel. Persephone's mind clouded over again and her hands absentmindedly made their way under the larger t-shirt and to her moist, glistening fur.

“Wow,” said Guinevere in happy awe. “Soon you'll be drinking his love juice fresh out of the pump,” she added with an affectionate smile.

“Oh, sorry,” said Persephone when she realized her hands were touching her tingling kitty again. “But what are you doing here? I thought you weren't getting back until the end of the summer?”

“Grandmother called me in a fright,” began Guinevere. “She kept ranting about this 'horrible young negro ghetto man who is taking advantage of your mother for her money. He used his big negro penis to seduce her and he's turning her into a sex crazed animal. You have to come home or your mother will be lost to those lustful negro men forever.'” Guinevere paused. “I though she was telling the truth, well, with her own embellishments and prejudices of course. So I finished up everything I needed to do in Britain for the week and flew back home as quickly as I could. I braced myself for some sleazy black guy but Gabriel opened the door. Gabriel! I mean, the boy has been in love with you since the day I met him. I knew he wasn't after our family's money.”

“You saw Gabriel already?”

“Yeah, he's downstairs cooking.” Guinevere reached out to take her mother's hands. “He's cooking for you.” Then she felt how dirty her mother's hand were and remember the love juices on them. Guinevere released them.

“Sorry,” said Persephone. “I got out of the habit of showering on Saturdays. There's just no point. As soon as I'm clean and presentable again he's horny and ready to go at it for another hour.” A naughty smile crept across Persephone's face as her hands ran up her round tummy to gently cup her breasts. “And he sexes me up again. Mmmm, he even likes it when I'm dirty and smelly from sex.”

“I can see.” Guinevere smiled again.

“Oh, sorry,” said Persephone as she removed her hands from her breasts. “But it feels so good. It never felt this way with your father. Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't say that.”

“No, it's fine,” said Guinevere. “I've already learned through experience that a woman's sexual pleasures are affected by how attentive her man is to her needs, sexual and otherwise. I remember dad used to just use you for like, two minutes, and then he was out the door or in front of the television watching football or something.”

Persephone took a deep breath, her face changed, remembering the unpleasant experiences with her ex. “Yeah, he didn't care about me at all in bed. That made it so icky. I was just something to wipe up his needs every now and then. I was like a rag or piece of tissue he was shooting off into and then he tossed me aside when he was done.”

Then a breeze came through the hallway, into the bedroom and out the window. It brought with it the distinct scent of baking chocolate. The chocolate scent brought a smile to Persephone's face. “But Gabriel, Gabriel is so attentive to my wants my needs my pleasures. Sometimes I feel like my head is going to explode.”

“Well, somethings exploding down there and not just Gabriel,” Guinevere said as she pointed to the area between her mother's full, thighs.

Persephone looked down. “I'm getting wet again.”

“Wow! He must really be good to you. Hey, is his penis really big and-” Then Guinevere's words were cut off as the scent of baking chocolate filled her nose. “Oh, my gosh. Is he making something chocolate?”

Persephone smiled, “Yeah, he is. I keep telling him he'll make me fat.”

“Bigger than you already are?”

“Gee, thanks.”

“No, mother, I've met a lot of black men at the university and they like real women, not skinny ten year old girls. I can see why Gabriel has sex with you all the time because I see black students looking at all the women athletes with wide hips and big, strong muscular legs.”

“I'm not mostly muscle like I was when I was swimming,” said Persephone, looking down at her hips. Then she smiled. It was a glowing smile. “He calls me plump and juicy.”

“Yeah, that's what my black male students say about my butt,” said Guinevere with a naughty smile of her own. “I'm glad I inherited you're big butt instead of dad's flat 'no-ass boney-ness'.”

Persephone paused for a moment. Then Persephone put her hands on her hips and spoke in a motherly tone, “Guinevere Zino, is there something you're not telling me?”

Guinevere responded as if she were still a little girl. Her eyes grew big, she suddenly stood unusually straight and replied “Nothing.”

Persephone lifted her hand and waved a finger at Guinevere. But before Persephone could say anything, Guinevere spoke, “She who waves a finger soaked in young cum should not, um, throw stones at, um, glass houses, or something like that.”

Persephone stopped to looked at the fresh cum on her fingers.

“Dang, he's full of cum. It gets everywhere,” said Persephone.

They both started giggling uncontrollably.

Their giggling session was interrupted by a soft tapping on the open door.

Gabriel was standing in the door wearing nothing but a t-shirt, spandex shorts and an apron. “A mid day meal is ready. I baked chocolate cake with caramel inside. Gwen, I hope you like chocolate.”

“Are you kidding, I love chocolate and caramel. Oh, my gosh, do you have a younger brother?” said Guinevere.

“Then I'll set another place at the dining room table,” said Gabriel. He turned to walk away, then added. “No, I don't have a younger brother. Besides, aren't you older than I am anyway?”

Guinevere shrugged her shoulders and said, “Like mother like daughter.”

“Okay, just clarifying,” said Gabriel. He turned and walked down the hallway.

Both Persephone and Guinevere lustfully watched Gabriel's large, round, muscular spandex covered butt walk down the hallway. When he turned to go down the stairs, he looked at them. They waved and smiled, giggling softly. Gabriel simply shook his head and started down the stairs.

“Oh, honey,” said Persephone. “Don't give me a big piece of cake, just a little one. I'm so fat already.”

Gabriel smiled, a very mischievous grin, “I'll give you a nice full plate and a big piece of cake on the side. You can burn some extra calories by staying on top tonight.” Then he continued down the stairs.

Guinevere's mouth dropped as she turned to look at her mother. Persephone was smiling, beaming with pride. She ran her hands all over her wide hips and large, round butt, “My young man loves my curves and loves my big heavy body on top of him.”

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