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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
Saturday came around finally and Myrna was both excited and anxious about what would take place that afternoon when Dylan was expected to drop by. She hadn't told her boyfriend that anything special would be taking place, partly to surprise him, and partly because she wasn't sure if she'd have the nerve to go through with what she had in mind. That morning she'd nervously confirmed that her mother was still going to take part in it.
"You sure it isn't gonna be weird for you bein' there with us?" asked Myrna.
"Well, it ain't the kinda thing most girl's mothers do," smiled Gloria. "But, it's what my mama did an' her mama, too. The only difference between this and what my mama an' me did, is that you picked your white man out. Mine picked me. Both of 'em. Ol' Mister Gantner an' his son. Not that I had no complaint 'bout 'em. They was fine white men an' I was proud they chose me an' honored to serve 'em."
"Your Dylan is a fine young white man, too, girl. It makes me proud that he'd want me along with you an' I'm honored to serve him. So, no, it ain't weird for me to be there with you all. I think it's natural.
"I jus' don't know how to get started," said Myrna. "I mean, I can't jus' say to him, "my mom's gonna be with us an' show me how to suck your dick." That would be weird."
"I bet he'd love to hear it, though," Gloria laughed. "I never met a white man what say no to a nigga girl suckin' his dick."
"You know what I mean!" Myrna told her, exasperated. "I know he'll like gettin' his dick sucked! It's jus' that I want it to be special like it was when you did it with ol' Mister Gantner when grandma taught you."
"I'm sorry, girl," her mother apologized. "I shouldn't be teasin' you. I jus' want you to relax a little. I know how you're want it all perfect for him. It really does make me happy you feel that way 'cause that's how I felt then. It's how I feel right now."
"So what do I do?" asked Myrna.
"Well, when it was me, I didn't hafta worry 'bout that," Gloria told her. "All I done was do like I was tol'. My mama took care the rest. If you want, I can do that. It ain't much diff'rent 'n when you was showin' off for Mister Gantner. Only diff'rence is it's Dylan an' you is gonna be doin' a little more 'n showin' off. I can still be the one talkin' to him an' tellin' you every step of what to do."
"You sure that wouldn't be... too weird?"
"Trust me, he'll love it. Havin' a nigga presentin' her baby girl to him an' tellin' her how to please him will havin' him nuttin' so hard he'll shoot across the room."
"Yeah...," agreed Myrna, smiling sheepishly, "I guess it would. Jus' talkin' 'bout you an' 'bout my nigger tits got him to shoot off pretty hard."
"That's how I know he'll love it," explained Gloria. "I bet gettin' served by a mama nigga an' her baby girl is somethin' he thinks about jerkin' off. I love the idea of makin' it real for a fine white man like him."
"So all I gotta do is do what you say?" Myrna wanted to know.
"Well, an' what he says," Gloria replied. "I'll be tellin' you what I think he'd like you to do, but what he says always comes first. One other thing... I don't want anythin' causin' bad feelin's 'tween us, Myrna."
"What do you mean?"
"What happens if he wants me suckin' on his dick? Or doin' somethin' else with him? I ain't gonna say "no" to a white man, not even to spare your feelin's. Are you gonna be okay if that happens?"
Myrna had already thought about this eventuality. In fact, she'd masturbated to the idea before going to sleep the previous night.
"I won't mind," blushed Myrna. "I... kinda hope that happens."
"So, it's like that is it?" Gloria laughed again. "Good girl."
Feeling a little relieved, Myrna starting thinking ahead to how she would tell Dylan about what she and her mother had in mind.
* * *
When it got close to the time Dylan was expected, Gloria called Myrna out of her room.
"I think it's best if I talk to Dylan alone before anythin' happens," said Gloria. "Why don't you go do a load of laundry or somethin' so I can do that."
Myrna was still feeling anxious about what was going to happen and was happy to do it however Gloria thought best.
"Okay," Myrna agreed.
A while after Myrna had headed off to the laundry room, Gloria was sitting on the couch reading. Dressed in tight fitting shorts and a low cut pullover blouse with no bra on under it, she was ready to give her daughter's boyfriend an eyeful of her dark brown flesh when he arrived.
When the knock came on the apartment door, Gloria stood up and walked over to it. She surprised herself at the rising level of excitement she felt. It wasn't as if she hadn't already teased the young white man already with her full breasts and well rounded ass. Still, today, things would go much further.
"Hello, Dylan," Gloria smiled, after opening the door. "Come on in."
Gloria felt a warm tingle between her legs when she saw Dylan's eyes quickly dart down to her exposed cleavage. It felt good to have a young man like him so attracted to her that he couldn't control where he was looking.
"Hi, Missus Mason," he replied, quickly bringing his eyes back up.
"Myrna's down finishin' up some laundry," Gloria informed him. "She'll be back in a few minutes. Have a seat. You want somethin' to drink? Soda..., orange juice..., milk?"
Dylan sat in the easy chair that Mister Gantner had occupied in his visits. Once again, his eyes were drawn to Gloria's chest despite his efforts not to stare. She stood waiting for his answer, basking in his attention.
"Juice, please," he said finally.
Gloria turned and went to the kitchen, letting her hips sway a little more than necessary as she walked. When she returned, she went to stand in front of the spot on the couch she was going to sit on. Bending over across the coffee table, she held out the glass of orange juice to Dylan. The teenager's eyes widened as he got a good look right down the black lady's top.
Patiently, Gloria continued to offer the drink to Dylan who remained enraptured by the partial sight of her hanging, unrestrained breasts. Glancing down at his lap, she could see the growing bulge in his jeans and she smiled to herself. The colored woman loved how the young man responded to her body.
"Um, Dylan?" she said after a long several seconds. "Your juice?"
Startled and red faced at his indiscretion, Dylan took the glass.
"Sorry, I guess I spaced out," he managed to say.
Gloria noticed the bulge shrinking and felt bad for breaking the mood.
"That's okay. You don't gotta apologize," said Gloria. "It's okay for you to look."
"It is?" Dylan was a little shocked.
"Yes. I like havin' a fine young man like you lookin' at me an'... um... reactin' like that. Didn't Myrna tell you?"
"Well..., yeah..., she did say that... I thought she was jus' sayin' it 'cause she thought I'd... you know... like hearin' it."
"Did you?" asked Gloria.
"Well, yeah..., of course I liked it," Dylan answered, still a little flustered.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you," Gloria went on. "I jus' want to make sure you know what Myrna said is true. Seein' you... react to me like that makes me feel good. I appreciate the attentions of men like you."
Gloria could see Dylan's dick was recovering. His erection was again quite noticeable through his jeans. She felt relieved to have things going in the right direction again.
"Like me?" he asked. "How do you mean?"
"You're a white man," she answered. "I was raised to look up to white folks. I was taught to serve an' please people above me. So, it makes me happy to be pleasin' to a fine young white man like you."
"I don't think I'm above you, Missus Mason," said Dylan.
"Please call me Gloria," she said. "You ain't gotta call me Missus Mason."
"Okay..., Gloria," he replied, still a little unsure of himself.
"I hope it don't bother you how I feel 'bout white folks," said Gloria. "I jus' think it's important to be honest with you. I'm real happy to see you with Myrna. I'm glad she got a white boyfriend like you what treats her nice. I hope she's takin' good care o' you."
"She's great," Dylan told her. "I really like her a lot. She's smart. She's fun to be with. I feel relaxed when I'm with her."
"That's good," smiled Gloria. "I know she likes you a lot. I like you, too."
"I'm glad...," he replied. "I like you, too."
Dylan let his eyes drift down to her chest. But, after a few seconds he self-consciously brought them back up to look her in the face. Gloria took hold of the bottom of the blouse and tugged on it, revealing even more cleavage. She glanced down to see just how much flesh she was exposing before looking back up at the teenager. She smiled when she saw his gaze firmly fixed on her breasts.
The apartment door opened and Myrna came in carrying a laundry basket filled with clean clothes. She was pretty sure that Dylan would be there, but still felt her pussy jump when she saw him sitting there across from Gloria, enjoying the cleavage her mother was showing off to him.
"Hi, Dylan," said Myrna, standing in the doorway.
"Hey, Myrna," replied Dylan, turning his flushed face towards her.
"Close the door, girl!" Gloria told her.
Myrna shut the door behind her and came into the room. She could tell that she'd walked in on something, and based upon the sexually charged atmosphere, she was pretty sure that Gloria had had her private talk with Dylan.
"Nice talkin' to you..., Gloria," said Dylan, standing.
"Likewise, sir," smiled Gloria.
Dylan and Myrna went off to her bedroom. She closed the door as soon as they were inside and she'd put the laundry basket down. Immediately, he lifted her top, revealing her naked tits, and began squeezing and kneading them them.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" asked Myrna playfully.
"No way," replied Dylan. "I've been thinkin' 'bout doin' this since I got up. An', seein' your mom... like that... damn..."
"You know, she wore that for you. She likes teasin' you that way 'cause she can see how it gets you hard."
"You could see that?"
"Of course," smiled Myrna, reaching down and rubbing his dick through his jeans. "It's pretty obvious."
"Yeah," Dylan went on. "An' she tol' me how she... sees white people as bein' above her... Even me."
"Well, that's how she feels," said Myrna. "That's why likes seein' you get hard from lookin' at her. She likes pleasin' you."
"She said that," continued Dylan. "How she was taught to serve an' please... people above her."
"Did you like that?"
"I tol' her I didn't think I was better 'n anybody."
"But, how did it make you feel to hear that? Did you like it?"
"Well, yeah."
"Good," smiled Myrna. "I'm glad you did. I know my mom is happy you like it, too."
"She told me I should call her Gloria," said Dylan. "And... she called me "sir"."
"She wants to be respectful towards you. Is it too weird?"
"At first..., maybe a little. But, now that I think about it..., I like it."
Myrna thought about how to tell Dylan about what she'd had planned. Seeing as how worked up he already was, she figured she might as well just say it. After all, she was pretty sure he'd react positively.
"You know...," Myrna started, "there's somethin' I've been thinkin' 'bout doin', too."
"You have?" grinned Dylan. "What?"
"Well..., I've been wantin' to... um... suck your cock."
"I'd love that!"
"I never done it before an' I wanted to do it right, so...," Myrna continued nervously. "I asked my mom to teach me how to do it."
"So..., did she?" asked Dylan after a moment's pause.
"Not yet," she replied. "That's kinda what I had in mind for today."
"What do you mean?" he seemed puzzled.
"She said she'd tell me what to do... with you there so I could..., you know..., do it."
"You mean with you an' me an'... her... all together?"
"Well, yeah," Myrna responded. "I figured you'd like it 'cause you like hearin' 'bout..., you know..., doin' stuff with her."
"I do like it," replied Dylan. "I jus' didn't think it would happen for real."
Myrna hadn't expected hesitation from Dylan. She started to wonder if he'd only liked the idea in fantasy. Or maybe he wasn't comfortable with having his girlfriend's mother coaching her while sucking his dick.
"It's cool if you don't want to," Myrna said quickly. "If you want to do somethin' else, it's okay. She said it's up to you."
"Up to me?" asked Dylan.
"She'll do whatever you want," answered Myrna. "An' we don't hafta do anything with her if you don't want to. She's cool with that, too."
"I want to!" said Dylan. "That sounds fantastic! Are you sure you don't mind?"
"She asked me the same thing," Myrna replied. "She said how if we started, she wasn't gonna say no to you. Not for anything. I told her I didn't mind at all. So, it really is up to you."
Myrna smiled a little as she watched Dylan considering the possibilities.
"Wow...," said Dylan, "she'd really do anything I wanted?"
"You know how my mom says it's our place to serve an' please white people," added Myrna. "That's why she wants to teach me how to... please you, or do anythin' else you want."
"Do you feel that way, too?" he wanted to know.
"Uh huh," she agreed. "I feel special bein' with you, Dylan. I want to please you."
Myrna could tell that Dylan's excitement level was going up and felt encouraged.
"Do you wanna go out there now?" she asked. "She's waitin' for us."
"Okay," he answered. "I... can't believe this is really happenin'..."
Opening the door, Myrna stepped out of her room into the hallway with Dylan right behind her. They walked into the living room where Gloria was sitting on the couch reading a paperback book. She looked up and smiled at her daughter and her boyfriend even as his eyes slowly roamed over her body.
"I told Dylan...," Myrna started nervously. "We're ready for you to teach me... about doin' that..."
"Doin' that?" asked Gloria. "Doin' what?"
"You know what!"
"Then say it."
"It's embarrassin'..." said Myrna softly.
"If you can't say it," Gloria pointed out, "how are you gonna do it?"
Myrna knew that Gloria was right. The idea of having her mother teach her how to suck her boyfriend's cock was exciting, but now that it was about to be made real, she started feeling very self-conscious about it. A glance over at Dylan, however, told her that the white boy was definitely getting off on the situation. That helped her summon up her courage. After all, she wanted to please him in any way she could. It seemed that her embarrassment was turning him on.
"We're ready for you to teach me to suck Dylan's cock," Myrna managed to say.
"Good girl," smiled Gloria.
Gloria stood up and faced Dylan.
"What do you think of this, Dylan?" asked Gloria. "You don't mind havin' your girlfriend's mama here with you two?"
"I like it fine," Dylan answered with a grin.
"All right, then," said Gloria.
The older negress got up off the couch and walked over behind her daughter as her boyfriend stood watching.
"Turn towards the man so he can see you," Gloria told Myrna.
Myrna nervously turned and faced Dylan. Her face was hot with embarrassment, but the white boy was obviously enjoying her situation. The colored girl felt her own excitement grow as a result.
"Let's give him somethin' nice to look at," said Gloria. Look at Dylan, she asked, "You wanna see my baby girl's titties, sir?"
"Yeah!" replied Dylan enthusiastically.
Grabbing hold of the bottom of Myrna's tee shirt, Gloria pulled it up over her head in one motion. The teenager's bare breasts jiggled as they were exposed. Dylan's eyes were glued to the girl's brown mammaries.
"Kneel at the man's feet, girl," Gloria directed Myrna. "That's where you belong."
Myrna had imagined kneeling at Dylan's feet in her masturbation fantasies, but the reality of it was more humiliating than she'd expected. Slowly, she got down on the floor as she'd been told. Being on her knees and naked to the waist while he stood above her was at once humbling and arousing. Especially since she knew what she was about to do next. She bowed her head and waited for further instructions.
"Good girl," Gloria praised her daughter warmly.
"Should I... uh... do anything?" asked Dylan.
"No, sir," answered Gloria. "You jus' let Myrna do all the work. It's her place to do everything. All you gotta do is enjoy it."
"Okay," grinned Dylan.
"Now, Myrna, you gotta take the man's pants down so you can get at his dick an' get to work on it," Gloria told her. "But you can't jus' do somethin' like that without askin' first. Go 'head an' ask permission like a good girl."
Asking Dylan's permission to pull his pants down so she could suck his dick was actually quite humiliating, thought Myrna. At the same time, she could feel her pussy tingling as she forced herself to speak.
"Can I pull your pants down?" spoke Myrna softly.
"Always say "please" when askin' permission," Gloria corrected her. "An', don't forget to show a white man proper respect."
"Um..., please can I pull your pants down..., sir?" asked Myrna, her face burning hot and her pussy jumping.
"Okay," replied Dylan eagerly.
Reaching up, Myrna unbuckled Dylan's belt, unfastened the button, and unzipped his fly. She pulled his jeans down to his knees, his erection stood straight out, pointing into her face. The tip glistened with pre-cum.
"Ask for permission to suck it," directed Gloria. "You ain't some girl goin' down on her boyfriend now. You is a nigga servicing' a white man."
"Can I please... uh... suck your cock..., sir?" Myrna asked sweetly.
Myrna could see Dylan's dick twitching. She loved knowing that he was so turned on by her.
"Yeah," he answered huskily.
"Okay, grab hold of the man's dick around the base, kinda like you was gonna jerk him off," Gloria instructed her daughter.
Her heart pounding, Myrna wrapped her hand around the base of Dylan's cock, just above his balls. Without warning, a hot stream of semen shot out.
"Oh, fuck!" exclaimed Dylan, wide eyed.
The white boy shot off in the negro girl's face, leaving a thick string of semen going from her forehead into her hair. The next blast hit her in the bridge of her nose.
"Get it in yo' mouth quick, girl!" Gloria directed Myrna.
Immediately, Myrna opened her mouth and took Dylan's ejaculating member inside. Even though she could only manage to get the tip in, she could feel the thick warm liquid squirt out of his cock, coating the inside of her mouth.
"Suck it good," instructed Gloria. "Stroke it some more an' milk his seed out 'til he's done."
Myrna gently squeezed Dylan's dick as she stroked it; sucking the sperm out of it until he was drained. She was still a little stunned at the suddenness of it. She hadn't expected it to be over with so fast.
"Look up at the man, Myrna," said Gloria.
Lifting her head up, Myrna made sure to keep Dylan's cock in her mouth as she looked up into his eyes. She could feel the semen dripping off her face.
"Don't she look adorable like that, sir?" asked Gloria softly. "She got yo' seed all in her pretty face an' yo' dick stickin' in her mouth. Don't she look like a good nigga?"
"Oh, yeah...," smiled Dylan happily. "She's fantastic."
Adorable? Myrna felt nasty, not adorable. This was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her. Here she was, half naked, kneeling on the floor at Dylan's feet with his cum all over her face and his dick still in her mouth. All the while, her mother was watching, seeing it all.
Still, she knew that Dylan had thoroughly enjoyed himself and she loved hearing him praise her like that. Humiliating as it was, Myrna was happy she'd pleased him so much. Meanwhile, Gloria was beaming; looking on with what could only be described as an expression of pride on her face.
"Is you done wit' Myra's mouth, sir?" asked Gloria sweetly.
"Uh, yeah," answered Dylan.
"Go 'head an' give it a kiss, girl," directed Gloria. "Then thank the man."
Humiliated, but happy, Myrna took Dylan's cock out of her mouth and kissed the tip, never breaking eye contact with him. A little more semen ran down her cheek when she moved her head.
"Thank you for lettin' me suck your dick, sir," said Myrna.
"You're welcome," replied Dylan. "Sorry I didn't last longer..."
"That's fine, sir," Gloria spoke up. "You ain't gotta 'pologize 'bout that. It's a compliment fo' a nigga to make a gen'leman like yo'se'f cum so quick. I's proud o' Myrna fo' doin' such a good job."
Myrna was embarrassed, but happy to be praised. She'd enjoyed performing for Mister Gantner before, but serving Dylan this way was far more satisfying for her. Knowing that she'd gotten him so worked up that he couldn't hold back was praise in itself.
"An' if you worried 'bout missin' out, don't be," added Gloria. "We jus' gettin' started. A fine young man like you's gonna be ready in no time an' me an' my baby girl's gonna be ready to take good care o' you. Ain't that right, Myrna?"
"Yes, sir," said Myrna, still looking up at Dylan.
"Now, don't you go wipin' yo' face off without askin', girl," warned Gloria.
"I know that, Mom!" exclaimed Myrna, exasperated. "You don't gotta tell me."
"Sorry, baby," Gloria apologized. "You right. Course you know that."
"You want me to put your pants back up?" Myrna asked Dylan.
"Yeah. Please do," he answered.
Myrna pulled up Dylan's shorts and then his jeans. After she finished buckling his belt and zipping up his pants, she looked back up into his eyes.
"Uh, it's cool if you want to clean your face off, Myrna," said Dylan.
"I will if you want," Myrna told him. "But, I don't mind it at all. I feel like you marked me as yours an' I... like it. Is that nasty?"
"Yeah, but I like it," said Dylan.
"You want some more juice or somethin', sir?" asked Gloria.
"Sure," he answered.
"Go get it for the man, girl," Gloria ordered Myrna.
Getting to her feet, Myrna's knees ached some and she could feel the semen drying on her face. She was still a little embarrassed walking around topless in front of both Dylan and Gloria as she headed to the kitchen, but maybe that was part of what was keeping her excited. Serving the white boy had stirred something inside her that she'd only felt faintly up until now. She was definitely looking forward to whatever was going to happen next.
Next: Chapter 9 - Myrna's Lesson Continues
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