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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
On Monday Dylan was finally back and eager to return to Myrna's apartment after school. Gloria was still at work when they arrived so they had the place to themselves.
"Did your mom say she was workin' late again today?" asked Dylan.
"Not this time," Myrna answered. "She'll be back earlier than the last time you was here but she'll leave us alone if my door is closed.
Dylan sat on the bed while Myrna shut the door.
"You know..., your mom is kinda hot," Dylan said.
"My mom?" Myrna responded. "You really think so?"
Myrna thought back to Dylan's last visit and remembered seeing the boys dick get hard under his pants while staring at her mother's braless breasts.
"Yeah... That's weird, huh? Me thinkin' your mom is hot."
"I don't think it's weird. I saw how much you liked lookin' at her before."
"What do you mean?" he asked, a little flustered.
"Last time you saw her she didn't have no bra on," she explained as she unbuttoned her blouse. "You was starin' at her chest while you was talkin' to her."
"I did?"
Myrna dropped the blouse on the floor and unhooked her bra. Dylan's eyes took in every movement.
"Yeah, you did," smiled Myrna. "I saw your cock got hard, too."
"It's gettin' hard right now," said Dylan.
Pulling the straps down her arms, Myrna dropped her bra on the floor on top of her blouse. Dylan drank in the view of the black teenager standing bare breasted across the room from him.
"Come here," he told her.
Myrna walked over to stand right in front of where Dylan sat on the bed. His hands came up and squeezed her naked breasts for a moment before he started sucking on her nipples. She could feel her pussy buzzing.
After a bit he stood up and pulled his shirt off and pushed his jeans down. Myrna couldn't take her eyes off Dylan's hard cock. He got down on the bed and lay on his back.
"Lay down next to me on your side," he directed her. "I want your tits right next to my face so I can suck on 'em while you rub my dick."
Getting into the bed, Myrna lay down facing him. Propping herself up up on her elbow, she could offer Dylan her breasts to suck on while still reaching his cock. Gripping the white boy's dick, the negro girl started moving her hand up and down on it while he sucked her breast.
"Am I doin' it right?" she asked.
"Mmm hmm," he responded without taking his mouth away from her nipple.
"Does it feel good?"
"Mmm hmm."
"You mind me talkin' to you while I'm rubbin' on it?" she asked.
"Mmm mmn," he answered, shaking his head slightly.
"So, you like it?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Good," Myrna smiled. "I'm glad you like it. I wanna make you feel good."
Dylan continued sucking on Myrna's nipple while she jerked him off.
"You like my tits?" she asked.
"Mmm hmm."
"You like suckin' on 'em?"
"Mmm hmm."
"I like it, too," she told him. "Are they big enough?"
"Mmm hmm."
"You like big tits, huh? Big black ones?"
"Yeah," he gasped, letting go of her nipple long enough to answer.
Myrna smiled at his reaction. Clearly, Dylan liked what she was saying enough to actually speak.
"You can suck on 'em all you want, you know," Myrna told him. "Feel on 'em... Look at em... Whatever you want. You like that?"
"Mmm hmm," Dylan replied, nodding his head with her tit still in his mouth.
"You like my mom's tits?" she asked.
Dylan just looked up at Myrna's face, as if he were unsure of how to answer.
"I don't mind if you do," said Myrna. "They're really big. You like 'em, don't you?"
"Mmm hmm."
"You wanna suck on 'em? Suck on my mom's tits?"
Myra noticed Dylan bucking his hips into each stroke of her hand on his dick. She could tell he was getting more excited by where she was going with this.
"Mmm hmm."
"Maybe you wanna suck on mine, too? You could switch off between us. You'd like that?"
"I'm gonna shoot," groaned Dylan.
"All over my mom's tits?" teased Myrna. "All over her big black tits?"
"Oh, fuck!" exclaimed Dylan.
Myrna could feel Dylan's cock and balls twitch and he ejaculated so hard that a big stream of semen shot all the way to the top of his chest. He kept sucking on her breast and she kept stroking as blast after blast of cum came out of his dick. She didn't stop until he did. The white boy lay there, his chest heaving.
"Jesus, Myrna...," he gasped.
"I guess you liked hearin' that," she smiled.
"Fuck, yeah..."
"I thought you'd like hearin' it even though I was afraid you might think it was weird for me to be sayin' it."
"Well, it's kinda weird, all right, but way fuckin' hot."
"I'll get a washcloth an' clean you up, 'kay?" asked Myrna.
"Okay," Dylan answered.
Myrna got up and walked to the bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth. She mopped up the semen from Dylan's chest and then slowly and gently rubbed it on his cock.
"Wow, you really shot off a long way," she said, impressed.
"I never did it that far before," he said. "It felt so fuckin' good. An' what you were sayin' was drivin' me fuckin' crazy."
"You mean about my mom's tits?"
"Yeah."
"She noticed you lookin' at 'em the other day, you know," remarked Myrna.
"Huh?" Dylan responded.
"My mom. She saw how you were starin' at her tits last time you were here."
"You sure?"
"She told me how you were starin' at 'em the whole time you were talkin' to her. She could see you were... gettin' hard, too."
"I couldn't help it...," stammered Dylan. "I mean, I kept tryin' to look away, but... It's like I couldn't take my eyes off 'em. She really saw I... got hard?"
"She saw," smiled Myrna. "Don't worry about it. I think she was happy you liked what you saw so much."
"Really?" Dylan was incredulous.
"Yes, really. I think she even got dressed like that on purpose. I think she noticed how you kinda stared at 'em the first time you met her. I think she liked it an' made sure to give you a better look this time."
Myrna had stopped rubbing Dylan's cock with the wet washcloth, leaving her hand resting on it. Now she could feel the white boy's dick starting to stiffen. Clearly, she'd discovered something her boyfriend found powerfully arousing. Slowly, the colored girl resumed stroking his newly revived erection.
"You know, I bet if you told her, she'd show 'em to you," Myrna went on. "You could jus' say, 'lemme see your titties,' an' she'd lift her top up an' show 'em to you. You could look as long as you wanted."
"That'd be so hot," Dylan responded.
"They're really big, but kinda saggy," continued Myrna. "Not like in porn magazines. You wouldn't mind?"
"Hell no!" exclaimed Dylan. "I love 'em lookin' like that!"
"You do?" Myrna smiled, still slowly stroking Dylan's cock. "That's good. She'll like knowin' that. She'd be happy showin' her big black saggy titties to you. She'd love knowin' how much you like lookin' at 'em."
"I would...," replied Dylan, bucking his hips in rhythm with Myrna's stroking. "I'd love it."
Myrna lay on her side beside Dylan, her bare breasts even with his face. She dropped the washcloth on the bed and wrapped her hand around his dick and moved it up and down the shaft.
"You could suck on 'em, too," said Myrna. "You'd like that, right?"
"Yeah," Dylan replied, his voice husky.
Moving closer to him, Myrna pressed her breast against Dylan's face.
"Here," she offered. "You can suck on my tit. Suck on it like you'd do my mom's."
Dylan took Myrna's nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. The colored girl could feel her pussy tingling as the white boy sucked her breast hard. She could hear his heavy breathing mixed with wet slurping sounds.
"Oh, she'd like that," cooed Myrna. "Of course, I'd want you suckin' mine, too. You'd do us both, right? Me an' my mom? Both of us right there with you. Both of us with our titties out for you to suck on."
Dylan just moaned and remained latched onto Myrna's breast.
"Then you'd shoot off on 'em , right? Cum all over my mom an' me? Get your jizz all over our titties?"
"Uh huh..."
"You wanna shoot off on me right now?" asked Myrna sweetly. "I can lay down an' you can finish up over me an' cum on my tits. You want that?"
"Yeah," answered Dylan. "Lay down."
Myrna quickly rolled onto her back. Dylan got up on his knees, grabbed his dick, and started stroking fast.
"You gonna shoot off me?" smiled Myrna, holding her breasts. "Shoot off all over my big black tits? My big nigger tits?"
"Oh..., fuck!" groaned Dylan.
The white boy ejaculated onto the negro girl's chest. Thick strands of semen landed on her bare breasts, some reaching her face. Myrna lay there, grinning up at Dylan as he shot his seed onto her naked flesh.
"You're cummin' all over me!" said Myrna excitedly. "God! There's so much!"
After a few more blasts of diminishing intensity, Dylan lay back down next to Myrna spent, his chest heaving.
"Jesus...," he gasped. "Holy fuck..."
"You got it all over my tits an' face," she said happily. "You musta really liked it."
"Damn, Myrna... I never shot off so hard in my life. That was fuckin' incredible..."
"I'm glad you liked it so much."
"What you were sayin'... It really turned me on. It's like you were sayin' stuff that I think of when I'm... you know... jerkin' off on my own. But, it's way better hearin' it from you. 'specially with you right here so I can suck on your tits while you're tellin' it to me."
"Good. I liked tellin' it to you an' seein' you get all excited by it. It makes me feel... sexy... an'... special."
"Oh, you're special, all right," smiled Dylan. "You're fantastic. You want me to clean you off?"
"'kay," Myrna replied.
Dylan picked up the washcloth and started mopping his semen up off of Myrna's bare breasts.
"Um... you know what you said... near the end?" Dylan began, still slowly wiping Myrna's chest off. "You know, right before I shot off on you?"
"I dunno," admitted Myrna. "I was kinda jus' sayin' stuff without thinkin' about it too much. What did I say?"
"You were askin' me if I was gonna shoot off all over your big black tits," he went on.
"Oh, yeah," she recalled bashfully. "I remember. You liked that?"
"Fuck, yeah! Then..., after that..., you said... somethin' else..."
"What?"
"I... can't say it," said Dylan. "It's... not very nice. But the way you said it..."
Myrna remembered it now. She'd been caught up in the moment and blurted it out.
"You mean when I asked if you were gonna shoot off on my big nigger tits?" asked Myrna.
"Yeah. It was... way hot the way you said it."
"I'm glad you liked it. It kinda jus' came out. Havin' you... jerkin' off on me like that made me feel kinda slutty an' I got caught up in it. A slutty black girl gettin' jerked off on by a white guy... To me, that's bein' a nigger. You know what I mean?"
"I think so," he replied. "I guess I was kinda thinkin' the same thing. It really got me off."
"Good," she smiled. "I'm glad."
Dylan finished wiping his cum off of Myrna's face and then kissed her on the lips.
"I better get goin'," he said. "It's gettin' late."
"Yeah," she agreed. "My mom's probably home by now, too."
The two teens got up and put their clothes back on. Together, they came out of the bedroom and walked towards the door.
Myrna's mom was, in fact, home and in the kitchen preparing dinner. As before, she'd changed out of her work clothes and was dressed in tight sweat pants and a tee shirt.
"Hello, Dylan," smiled Gloria, turning to face them. "It's good to see you again."
It was obvious Gloria was braless. Dylan's eyes were drawn right to the older woman's chest. Myrna could see her mother smile in reaction to his attention.
"Uh, hi, Missus Mason," said Dylan.
"Can you stay for dinner?" asked Gloria. "There's plenty for all of us."
"No, my folks are expectin' me," he answered.
"Okay, then maybe next time," said Gloria. "Excuse me, I better check on this..."
Gloria turned around and opened the oven door. She bent over and peered inside, giving Dylan an eyeful of her ass under the stretched out sweatpants she was wearing. Myrna was certain that her mother was doing it on purpose in an effort to get a rise out of her boyfriend. After a long few seconds, the older woman closed the oven door and stood up. The white boy's face was red, which made her smile to herself.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Myrna," said Dylan before turning and stepping to the door.
"'kay," she replied.
Dylan let himself out of the apartment. Gloria turned back to the stove.
"Go get washed up, girl," said Gloria. "Dinner's almost ready."
Myrna was still feeling a little exasperated with Gloria's blatant exhibitionism. It wasn't as if she were jealous of her, but it did feel weird to see her boyfriend ogling her mother's braless breasts and big ass. On the other hand, she'd just gotten Dylan off talking about her so she knew she shouldn't be surprised that he'd enjoy the view so much.
* * *
It wasn't until after dinner while they were clearing the table that Gloria mentioned Dylan again.
"Looks like your boyfriend still ain't shy 'bout where he looks," said Gloria.
"It was obvious you got no bra on an' then you just bend right over the way you did," Myrna said back. "You know he's gonna look an' I know that's jus' what you want."
"Oh, I'm not complainin'," laughed Gloria. "I's jus' sayin'. I did see how I ain't got a rise out of him this time, though. Maybe he don't like it as much as I was thinkin' he did."
Myrna thought she detected a hint of disappointment in the way Gloria talked even though her mother seemed to be putting up a front of just having fun with it.
"He likes it fine, mom," replied Myrna. "If you gotta know, he was... a little drained right then."
"Really?"
"Yes. He shot off a lot. And, it was the second time since we got here."
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Gloria. "What'd you do to get him off so good?"
"I was tellin' him stuff while I was rubbin' on his cock," Myrna explained. "He got pretty worked up about it."
"You're not gonna say what you were tellin' him?"
"It's embarrassin'!"
"Okay, okay," laughed Gloria. "You don't hafta if you don't wanna."
Once again, Myrna could tell that Gloria was disappointed despite the way she tried to make light of it. The teenager remembered the closeness she'd felt with her mother after the intimate discussions they'd started having recently. The older woman had shared some pretty embarrassing things with her daughter. Private things she doubted most mothers would ever mention.
"I was jus' kinda teasin' him...," started Myrna. "Askin' him if he liked my tits. I know he does, but I like askin' him anyways. I was askin' if he wanted to suck on 'em an' then I put my tittie where he could get his mouth on it. Before..., the first time..., I was askin' him if he wanted to shoot off on my tits. So, this time I tol' him I'd lay down so he could shoot off on 'em for real. He got up an' was jerkin' himself off an' I was askin' him if he wanted to shoot off on my big nigger tits an' he came so hard I couldn't believe it."
"After, he was tellin' me how much he liked it. 'specially the part about him shootin' off on my nigger tits. I didn't really mean to say it when I did, but I was jus' thinkin' 'bout bein' all slutty like I was for Mister Gantner and it made me think about how now I was bein' a nigga for Dylan.
"That boyfriend of yours sure is full of surprises, Myrna," said Gloria. "I had a feelin' he liked black girls, but I ain't sure he'd be into niggas. I like him more an' more!"
By this time, Myrna and Gloria had finished loading the dishwasher and had sat down in the living room.
"Well, he likes you, too," replied Myrna. "He thinks you're hot."
"He said that?"
"Yep. That's jus' what he said. He was afraid I'd think it was weird. I tol' him I already figured it out. I tol' him I saw him checkin' you out an' how he got..., well..., how he got hard from lookin' at you."
"Girl!" exclaimed Gloria. "You can't be embarrassin' him that way!"
"Well, he did get embarrassed," allowed Myrna.
"So, what'd he say then?"
"Nothin' much. He just tol' me to lay down so he could suck on my titties while I jerked him off."
"Did you?" asked Gloria
"Mom!" Myrna responded, exasperated. "Of course I did!"
"Good girl," smiled Gloria.
"That's when I first started askin' him how he liked my tits. He liked hearin' that. I asked him if he liked suckin' on 'em an' if they was big enough. I tol' him how he could look at 'em whenever he wanted an' how he could touch 'em or suck on 'em whenever he wanted. He was pretty worked up an' so was I. I asked him if he liked big black tits. Then I asked him..., uh..."
"Asked him what?"
Myrna was pretty sure that Gloria would be cool with knowing that she'd been a part of her daughter's escapades with her boyfriend, albeit in absentia. Still, she was a little hesitant to share the details.
"I asked him if he liked yours." Myrna said quietly.
"You didn't!" Gloria exclaimed in surprise. Then she went on, "And? What did he say?"
"He said he did. I... hope you don't mind me... talkin' 'bout you while I'm... you know... tryin' to get him off."
"Hell, no, I ain't mind!" Gloria replied excitedly. "Then what?"
It was then that Myrna saw how flushed Gloria's face was. There was a sheen of perspiration on her skin and the teenager noticed her mother was rocking ever so slightly as she sat on the couch. Could she be getting aroused by all this? It felt a little weird, but, Myrna remembered how worked up she'd gotten hearing about how Gloria had been used by the senior Mister Gantner when she was just thirteen years old.
"I asked him if he wanted to suck on my mom's tits. He got embarrassed, but I tol' him it was okay if he did an' he said he did. I tol' him he could switch off an' suck on both of our tits an' if wanted he could ... uh... shoot off on yours. I guess that's kinda nasty, huh?"
"Nasty always works, Myrna. Believe me."
"Well, it sure worked this time 'cause he shot off onto his chest all the way up to his shoulders."
"He shot off like that thinkin' 'bout me?" Gloria asked bashfully.
Myrna hadn't been sure quite what to expect from Gloria when she told her about including her in the fantasy she'd shared with Dylan. She didn't really think her mother would be upset, but she hadn't expected her to get so worked up either. The teenager decided she liked how this was turning out and felt an even stronger bond with her mother right now.
"He did," Myrna answered. "He tol' me he really liked me talkin' 'bout him bein' with you that way."
"Oh my!" Gloria said breathlessly. "I had no idea!"
"You had a idea, mom. You saw him starin' at your chest an' you saw him get hard from it. I tol' him that, too."
"You tol' him I saw how he was hard from lookin' at my titties?!"
"It's the truth! I tol' him that an' I tol' him you liked it. I tol' him you got dressed that way jus' to show off for him."
"What he say?" Gloria replied.
"He didn't say nothin'," smiled Myrna. "But his cock started gettin' hard again even though he jus' shot off a few minutes before."
"Really?"
"Uh huh. I started rubbin' on his cock an' I tol' him how if he tol' you to, you'd show him your titties."
"Did he know that was the truth?" asked Gloria. "Or did he think you was tellin' it to him to turn him on?"
So, she really would, thought Myrna. She'd had a hunch that if it came to it, her mother would do what Dylan told her to. He was a white man, after all, and Gloria was... what she was.
"I dunno," Myrna answered. "We was both pretty worked up. Then I tol' him 'bout how he could suck on both our titties an' how he could shoot off on us both. That's when I tol' him how I'd lay down so he could cum on me."
"Damn, girl," was all Gloria could say for a few seconds. "I still can't believe a fine young white man like him would get so worked up over a fat ol' nigga like me. I dunno how much he'd really like what he saw if I did show him. Big titties don't 'xactly stand up like they do in girlie magazines."
"Oh, I tol' him that," Myrna said back. "He got even more worked up. He'd love seein' what you got, mom. For real."
"Oh my!" blushed Gloria, fanning herself with her hand.
Myrna couldn't help smiling at Gloria's reaction. She also couldn't help getting a little aroused herself at how excited her mother was at being the subject of Dylan's stroking fantasy.
"So..., would you?" asked Myrna.
"Would I what?"
"If Dylan tol' you to show him your titties, would you do it?"
"I wish he was here right now so I could," said Gloria. "Right now, I'd do 'bout anythin' that man said."
"I'll tell him that."
"You go ahead an' tell him. I don't mind him knowin' it. Jus'... I hope I can trust him to keep it to hisself."
"You can," Myrna assured her mother. "He's really a pretty good guy."
* * *
Myrna turned in early that night. She'd been in dire need of relief all evening, and decided to take the first opportunity she could to do something about it.
In her bed, she imagined herself displaying her body for Dylan just as she had done for Mister Gantner. She masturbated as she pictured him watching her, his cock standing straight out, enjoying her performance. Somewhere along the way, the were no longer alone. Gloria was there with her. Dylan stood over them laying below him. Then, he was ejaculating. Stream after stream of hot semen splashed down on both mother and daughter.
With a loud cry, Myrna came so hard she startled herself with the sound. She lay there in the dark on her bed, her chest heaving and her heart pounding. Was it normal for a girl to fantasize about her mother being involved in a sex scene with her boyfriend? She was pretty sure it wasn't, but she didn't care. She was what she was and that's what did it for her this time.
Quietly, Myrna got out of bed and headed down the hallway to go to the bathroom before going to sleep. Gloria's door was open and inside, the teenager could hear moaning and the bed creaking. She couldn't help but wonder if her mother was enjoying the same fantasy she'd just orgasmed to.
Back in her bed, Myrna lay there and listened as Gloria masturbated in the other room. She thought about Dylan and what he'd think, knowing that both she and her mother were so worked up over the idea of him using them both. He seemed to like the notion as fantasy, but how about in reality? Well, she thought, there was only one way to find out.
Next: Chapter 7 - Gloria's Next Lesson
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