AUTHOR	Leta & MKarl
DATE ADDED	15th November 2002
AUTHOR EMAIL	mkarl2000@hotmail.com willingwhiteslave@hotmail.com
STORY CODES	m+/F, f/F, son/mother/daughter, interracial pregnancy

Susan Knight wasn't suppose to be home yet. The attractive
wife of Michael, and mother of both Scott and Angela was still
suppose to be at the hospital where she worked as a nurse. She had
returned home early cause she had come down with a touch of the
flu and wasn't feeling well in her stomach.

What she was overhearing now as she was inside her home,
made the queasiness of the flu seem like nothing compared to the
stunned shock that her `children's words' were causing the mother.

"You better not wimp out, Scott. I already got a
commitment from both Deon and Jerome that they will try to knock
her up, if we can get her to play."

"I'm not going to wimp out, Angie. You know I wanted to
fuck her too ever since we spied on her and dad. Are you sure this
is going to work though?"

"Of course it will. You know how mom is about playing by
the rules. She may act like such a prude in front of us but you
know as well as I do that she sucked dad's cock and took it in the
ass... so she is a whore and we can use that to our advantage."

Susan was shocked. When she had first entered her house,
she had almost called out to see if either of her teenage children
were home. Scott was fifteen while Angela was only thirteen. They
had always been such good kids. Perhaps that was why Susan had
been so shocked when she had heard the squeaking of bed springs as
she had returned home early for work.

At first, Susan was in denial. As she tried to silently
climb the stairway, she wasn't sure who she would find in her bed.
Michael was out of town as his job had taken him overseas for the
past month. It had been a long time since the springs of her bed
had gotten a workout and the squeaking seemed to indicate their
recent inactivity.

The thirty-eight year-old mother had to admit to herself
she hoped it was Scott. Not because she wanted to see her son...
[well, that wasn't the MAIN reason.] At least Scott was a boy.
Angela was only 13 and if she was the one who was suddenly moaning
loud enough for `mommy' to hear, than Susan had definitely screwed
up not having the `talk' with her kid yet.

Susan Knight thought to herself that she was too old to
start raising another kid.

Maybe Angela's `boyfriend' would be wearing a rubber.

It wasn't that Susan was a prude about sex. She actually
was a very horny woman. She had always been horny ever since the
time she had gotten mounted by the family dog way back when she
was just nine years old. She never took off her panties till she
was thirteen. After that she had gotten herself fucked by
everything that moved... as long as it walked on all fours and
wouldn't `ruin' her reputation behind her back.

Susan had always been aware that she had a `reputation' to
protect. After she had cut the dogs off at age sixteen, she had
gone five long years without cock. It had not been easy but it had
managed to land her Michael.

His daddy owned a small oil company. Michael was quite the
catch even if he wasn't exactly `great' in the sack. He tried okay
but there was only so much you could do with such a small cock.
After the dogs, Susan barely felt Michael unless he was willing to
give it to her in the ass. About the only saving grace was that he
was `easy' to deep throat, and Susan did like sucking cock.

It was pretty clear as Susan approached the open door to
her bedroom that the female moans of pleasure were her daughters.
Susan wasn't sure if she should just burst into the room and stop
everything. Even though Angela had been developing into a younger
[and just as sexy] version of her mother, with very ample
development in the cleavage department and well-toned and
proportioned `everything-else,' Susan wasn't prepared for her
little girl getting herself fucked.

Especially in Susan's own bed.

Susan had decided to keep her cool, than she had peeked in
and just froze in absolute paralyzed disbelief. It WAS her
fifteen-year-old daughter, Angela laying there, with her legs
spread wide, getting fucked... but the `boyfriend' was Susan's other
child... Angela's own brother was fucking her.

At least he did have a rubber on.

Susan almost fainted. Her mouth moved but no sound came
out. The kids were too `involved' to realize that their mother was
watching them shatter the taboo. Angela was wrapping her long legs
around Scott's ass and pulling her brother in. She ran her hands
through his hair as she pressed her lips to his.

They were just so FUCKING passionate.

Susan Knight had never watched two people fuck before.
Sure she had watched porn. She had watched a lot of porn, but she
had never been just a few feet away while two people fucked like
animals right in front of her. To the shocked mother's horror, she
LIKED IT.

It was her own kids. It was wrong. It was so WRONG! She
had to do something, but why couldn't she move? Why didn't she
want to move?

Scott was going to finish. Susan knew the signs. The boy's
daddy actually acted the same way. Scott did look a lot like his
father. At least in the face and body type. One area that Scott
had it all over his daddy was between the legs. Susan was shocked
at herself that she noticed, but how could she not?

Angela was not quite as big a girl as mommy was, but
Joey's cock still looked like at least two handfuls from Susan's
perspective as Angela and him prepared for his ejaculation. Scott
pulled out of Angela's wet pussy with an audible `plop' and than
the kids were so quick that Susan realized they must have done
`this' before.

Scott let his little sister grab hold of his eight inch
cock and pull the protective rubber off. Than Angela got down and
put her face in the `firing line.' It was like the porn movies
Susan loved. Scott shot in his sister's mouth, and Angela
swallowed while mommy watched.

It was so obscene... so taboo... SO FUCKING HOT.

Susan Knight had her hand under the short skirt of her
white, starched, nurses uniform and into her panties by the time
Scott glazed his sister's face with his cum shot.

She wanted to get off too. She hadn't been so turned on in
years. It was wickedly sinful, but as much as she was now
desperate to not get `caught' by her kids, Susan stood just
outside the doorway to her bedroom and frantically fingered
herself. She was afraid that she would have to run if the kids
suddenly got up but they seemed to have `business' to discuss.

Susan wasn't even aware that she was the topic of
discourse at first. Mom was so busy in replay of the fuck she had
just watched that she almost missed that the kids were talking
about adding `her' to their sinful pleasures.

Except, it was going to be so bad.

The kids wanted to get mom impregnated and by a
`NIGGER!!!'

***

"So it's settled than. We will do it Friday. Mom hasn't
had cock in over a month. As small as dad is, I bet she will like
Deon and Jerome's twelve-inchers too. She won't be able to refuse
anything once the game has started."

"You are sure that Friday is the peek day of her
fertility?"

"Of course I am sure, Scott. I have been keeping track for
three months. Mom will be primed for baby making and than we will
have her ready to blackmail into being our sex slave forever."

***

Susan was week in her knees as she walked back out the
front door. She was still queasy from her `sickness.' She was
flustered from the mind-blowing orgasm she had just finger-fucked
herself too. Mostly, she was in absolute stunned disorientation as
to just `what-the-hell-was-she-going-to-do-now?"

Her own kids were planning some sort of perverse game of
truth-or-dare in just three days time where the goal of the game
was to make `mommy' submit to allowing a couple of black studs the
opportunity to pump their potent seed into her `unprotected' cunt,
knocking her up with a bastard.

How could the kids think that Susan was so into the
`rules' that she would put the playing of a game ahead of the
sanctimony of her own fidelity vows with their father? Why hadn't
Susan stopped the kids from their disrespectful and wicked
plotting? Why did Susan not know if she was going to stop it?

Surely, she could never allow herself to be her kid's sex-
toy. Susan had never done anything so outrageously shocking. Even
letting a dog fuck her cunt paled in comparison to the final
`taboo.' Susan had to think of a way to thwart her kid's plans.
She had to.

***

It was Friday morning and Susan was still stick. Her flu
was done, but she had called in to work to let them know she
wouldn't be in. Scott had asked permission the past night to have
a couple of his friends sleep over. Susan had tried to be calm as
she asked him who they were. Her boy had just smiled as he told
her `just a couple black guys mom... Don't worry though, I am sure
you will really like them."

Michael had called on the phone. He had wanted to do some
phone sex, but as Susan had `played' with her absent husband all
she could think of was what would happen the next night. She
wondered if she would have a `surprise' in her belly by the time
her husband got home.

Susan Knight had never been able to take the pill. Both
Michael and herself loved kids and had wanted lots. Michael wasn't
overly potent though. It had took five years for the first
success. Susan had become so concerned that she had a doctor
examine if the problem was hers. When she had been told that she
was `extra-fertile,' she realized that not only was Michael small
and `fast,' but he was pretty much a dud all-the-way-around.

Susan had been able to overcome Michael's inadequacies to
make Scott. Than the miracle struck twice and gave her little
Angela. It was a true testament to Susan's extreme fertility. Even
at age 38, if she was going to risk taking a sperming into her
pussy from a couple virile, young black men, Susan knew she would
definitely conceive.

She would just have to tell Michael she had been raped.
She loved her husband, but she wanted to be fucked `good' at least
once in her life.

It was all systems go.

***

Susan Knight had spent three hours in the bubble bath
while her children were off at school. She had momentarily battled
reason to get herself a diaphragm, but it was too late. It would
be less than twelve hours till she would be full of `nigger's'
sperm and their bastard baby.

She wondered if she would still recover so quickly from
the pregnancy this time around. Susan loved being pregnant. She
had never been happier than when her belly had grown so
beautifully with her first two children. Even the morning sickness
and exhaustion of growing a baby had been borne with pride by the
dedicated mother.

Nothing fulfilled Susan's life like being a mommy. As
Susan stepped out of the bathtub and stood before her full-length
body mirror to examine her nude profile, she slowly ran her hands
over her flat tummy. She was very proud of her looks.

At 115 pounds, the 38D-28-36 body was in peak fighting
shape... or was that peak `fucking' shape??? She shook her head to
let her long, dark hair flush out and cascade down over her
shoulders. She looked in close to the mirror to eXXXamine that her
face was just as youthful as the rest of her remarkable body.
Susan could easily pass for the eighteen-year-old she was when she
married.

Susan did hope that the baby wouldn't ruin her figure, but
she wasn't as young as she used to be and it would be difficult...
still, it would be worth it, wouldn't it?

It wasn't easy for the horny woman to wait until the kids
got home.

***

Angela had cheer leading practice and wouldn't be home
till almost supper time so that left Susan as the only female when
Scott showed up with the boys. Boys... They were practically men.
Deon looked to be about 6'1" and around 180 pounds. He was very
athletic looking and very, very black.

The kid was wearing a Michael Jordan Chicago Bull's jersey
and with his shaved head, kind of resembled the famous basketball
star.

Jerome looked more suited to being a football star. He had
a short, afro-looking hair style. Was around an even six feet two
and at least 225 pounds. His facial features were classic Negro
with big, thick lips and very dark skin. His smile just lit up the
room in stark contrast. Susan couldn't help but think her own skin
would have similar contrast when the `nigger' would be fucking her
within just a few hours.

The boys were going to wait for Angela and her friend
Kate. They went up to Scott's bedroom and Susan was left wondering
just what the boys were talking about. She wanted to listen.

***

"Fuck, she's hot. I can see why you want the bitch. She
gave me wood with those tits. How big are they."

"Mom wears a 38D bra. Would you like to see one?"

"Sure... you got one?"

"Yeah. It was one she had back when she was nursing Angie.
She threw it out cause I guess dad must have got a vasectomy or
something and she probably thought she wouldn't need no nursing
bras anymore."

"Guess she's going to need to buy some new ones after we
get done with her tonight than."

Susan blushed at the boy's laughter as they so casually
discussed getting her impregnated with a black, bastard in her
white belly. She still couldn't believe that instead of being
infuriated by her children's wickedness plotted against her, that
she was so actually desirous of their `success.'

"Remember guys, mom is a real stickler for game rules, and
she'd rather kill than go back on her word. If we can get her to
promise to play by the rules and not drop out until the game is
over, we have it made. So no giving it away before we make her
promise to play right."

"No problem Scott. When Angie said she needed us to knock
up your mother she explained everything, but how is it going to
make you feel watching your mother come her fucking brains out all
over by big, black dick?"

"It will be okay. I'll like it. I want to see you guys get
a little rough with her too. Make it as racist as you can once we
get going. If the video doesn't totally make mom look like a slut
than dad might forgive her and we need to get him out if we want
the money now."

Susan's mouth dropped as she had her ear pressed against
her son's closed bedroom door. This wasn't just about perverted
sex. Her kids wanted to get rid of daddy. The little BRATS!

"So, than... It will be like `I dare you Deon to act like a
rapist and hold Mrs.. Knight down across her desk while Jerome
fucks her up her unprotected, married cunt with his potent
`nigger' dick to knock her up?"

"Exactly and Angie will be like `sorry mom, but they are
daring me to video tape your shameful breeding with this
camcorder.' Don't worry though, we won't show it to daddy. Fuck,
like he won't know what happened anyhow when he finally gets home.
Mom's belly will be showing good by than. She doesn't believe in
abortion and she won't be able to do anything but have the baby.

All the boys laughed again at Scott's wicked comments.
Susan knew it would be a lie about the videotape not being shown
to Michael. Any hope of explaining the baby away as a `rape-
result' would be dashed. Unless Susan found the courage to resist
her wicked desires... her twenty year marriage was about to be
over.
Susan couldn't listen any longer. She had to think. Could
she still go through with it?

***

Susan Knight was still thinking when Angie and Katie got
home. Kate Burns was a little slut. Susan had never really
approved of the two girl's friendship. Still, what could a mother
do. Kate was kind of pretty though.

At 5'6, the blond fifteen-year-old was three inches taller
than Angie and had two inches on Susan. She definitely wasn't fat,
but she was solid. She was a great sports star in her own right,
excelling at track, basketball and volleyball. She was also very
beautiful and was the captain of the cheer leading squad at the
junior high school.

Angie worshipped Kate and despite the two years age
difference the girls were like sisters as best friends. It was no
surprise that she would be involved in Susan's ruin... Either from a
friendship point-of-view, or the fact that she was a slut.

"Hi girls, was cheer leading practice good today?"

"Yeah. Me and Angie where working on a couple special
cheers. We will perform them for you this evening."

[Right. Give me a `B.' Give me a `A.' Give me a `B.' Give
me a `Y." What does it spell... `BABY!" Knock-her-up-Knock-her-up...
YEAHHHH MOMMY!]

Susan knew just what the girls would be cheering for.

"Did Scott and his friends get home yet mom?"

"Yeah they are up in his room."

"Me and Kate are going to go up than. We have something we
need to talk about before supper."

`Like your final instructions on how to get me as your
sex-slave,' Susan thought. Why wasn't she stopping this?

***

Susan was still asking herself the question as supper was
almost over. She had managed to keep her composer as she had
served the children her award winning five-star Texas Chilli.
Everyone had seemed too excited to eat much, Scott's own tummy was
so nervous she could only manage to nibble a piece of toast.

It was almost time to start clearing the table when Scott
asked, "so what are we all going to do tonight?"

Susan listened as her daughter quickly chimed in, "well,
there is three guys and three girls here. Why don't we play some
sort of game?"

Susan started to open her mouth to excuse herself and back
out of the line of fire, but as she went to make the sound,
nothing came out.

If her kids noticed her sudden anxiety, they didn't let it
slow them down at all.

"What would everyone say about a game of `tuth-or-dare?'"

It was all coming along so fast.

"Isn't that a little childish," Kate chimed in.

"We could make it more challenging. Like the time at
Christine's party."

"Count me in," Deon spoke.

"Me too. That would be sweet," Jerome added.

"What about it mom. We really need an even number of guys
and girls," Angie spoke so innocently.

"Umm... I d-don't know."

Susan was definitely wavering. Risking impregnation by a
black and even committing incest were one thing, but the knowledge
that this was also being done to hurt her husband and lover of
twenty years was a difficult concept to accept. Susan did love
Michael, but she wanted to be fucked too...

"Come on, mom... please," Angie begged

"You know how much you like games, mom," Scott encouraged.

"Be a sport, Mrs. Knight" Kate challenged."

"It will be fun," Jerome smiled.

"Okay than," Susan surrendered. "But we have to get the
dishes cleaned away first."

***

Susan had never seen her children so eager to help out.
All five of the kids pitched in. Angie washed, the boys dried.
Kate put away the leftovers and Susan's excuse to delay the
inevitable was over just like that.

Everyone adjourned to the living room where Kate explained
the `rules' of the game.

"We draw cards to see who challenges and who receives the
challenge. The high card challenges. The low card receives. There
is no tie because spades beat clubs, clubs beat diamonds, and
diamonds beat hearts. The receiver elects to tell the truth or
take a dare. If you elect truth, and the majority thinks you lied
or withheld the whole truth, you must take a dare from each and
every player. It's that simple."
"I see. Well it sounds simple enough," Susan agreed
"There is one catch though, Mrs. Knight. Once the game
starts, no one may drop out until the game has run its course.
We'll play right to midnight. That will give us almost five
hours."
"That's quite a long time, isn't it?"

It's kinda like Trivia Pursuit, Mom. Once you start
playing you won't want to stop. It's an awesome way to kill an
evening."

`Or start a new life,' Susan thought to herself
"Yeah, it's fun like Trivia Pursuit, but in Trivia
pursuit, you don't get your bare ass beat with a belt for failing
a dare, don't forget Scott," Angie giggled
The kids all paused to see what `mom's reaction would be
to Angie's revelation. Susan knew some sort of protest was
necessary to protect her own `image.'

"I don't think I can play. That isn't a very appropriate
sounding thing for a grown woman to be doing with you kids. I
don't thin any of you should be playing a game this severe
either."

"Come on mom, don't embarrass us. We told the guys you
were cool. If you do what the challenges are than you don't have
to worry about any punishment."

"Yeah, don't be chicken Mrs. Knight. Live a little. It's
all for fun," Kate smiled.

`Yeah, your kid's fun,' though Susan. Course Susan knew
she wanted it too so she had to say, "Okay than... but only until
eleven. I work tomorrow."

The kids actually cheered. Deon was sitting in Michael's
chair and the front of his sweat pants were like a fucking pup-
tent. Jerome and Angela were sitting so close together on the
couch, she might as well have been on the nigger's lap. Scott was
standing next to Kate who had the deck of cards in her hands.

Before the game could begin, the kids wanted one last
assurance that Susan wouldn't be able to back out of the fun
"All right folks. Here we go. Everybody raise their right
hands and swear after me. `I swear to remain in the game and abide
by all rules till the very end under penalty of a bare ass
spanking in front of everyone else for failure to comply with a
dare.'" Kate looked Susan straight in the eyes as she cited the
pledge
Susan and the others all repeated the pledge.

"Now the game begins. Susan, since you haven't played
before, you will draw the first card. As the dealer, I will draw
the other.

As a skilled card manipulator, Kate was able to allow
Susan to draw a ten. Kate plucked a six for herself. No sense
rushing things.

"Okay, Mrs. Knight, challenge me."

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

Susan paused to consider a question. She knew a little of
how the game was played despite never having actually took part in
the game as a kid herself. She knew that the question should be
risqu 0;, but Susan decided she was getting a thrill out of the
seduction and wanted the kids to work at it. If she was going to
end up knocked up, than they could damn well get her off too.

"What is your favorite class at school."

"Mom, that is so lame." Kate couldn't believe the
question.

"Usually the questions are more risqu 0;, Mrs. Knight. Maybe
Scott can ask one for you so you see what I mean."

"Okay," Susan smiled to herself. It really was kind of fun
playing the `dumb' mom. Especially given the circumstances that
Susan secretly knew that these kids were planing to get her black-
pregnant,

"What color are your panties, Katie?"

"Scott, that is no question to ask a proper young lady,"
Susan mocked her `shock.'

"It's okay, Mrs. Knight. If you don't want questions like
this you don't take a `truth.' I'm not wearing any panties,
Scott."

"Challenge," Deon, Angie, and Jerome all shouted together.

"What's a challenge?" Susan asked.

"A challenge is I have to prove the `truth.' If I can't,
everyone gets to vote on whether I was truthful or not. If they
vote that I lied I have to take a dare from every other player.
"Really?"

"Really, Mrs. Knight. But as you can see..." Kate smiled as
she started to lift her skirt. "I was truthful." Kate stood before
Susan and the three boys with her skirt pulled all the way up. Her
natural blonde pussy hair was just slightly darker than the golden
locks atop her head. She looked as though she kept it trimmed.

Susan felt herself blush even deeper. The game was on.
"Okay I lost that deal so now I go to the person to your
left. That would be Jerome."

Kate held out the cards while Jerome drew a nine. Kate
pulled a queen.

"Truth or dare, Jerome?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to show us... your erect cock."

Susan blushed as red as she had ever blushed in her life.
There was no subtlety at all with these kids. "I never knew this
was going to be happening. I can't possibly play this."

Part of Susan was actually serious. Part of her hoped that
the kids would have a way to `force' her to continue.

"That's too bad, Mrs. Knight. You can't quit. If you do,
we'll have to strip you naked and lock you outside until the game
is over... after you get your bare ass beat with a belt. Those are
the rules if anyone quits before the game is over."

"Y-you can't be serious," Susan stuttered

"Sorry, mom, the rules are clear. It's okay though. Just
play.. please." Kate was so bad. Susan had to think that what the
kid needed was to have her own ass spanked. Yeah, that would HAVE
to happen.

"O-okay, I have no choice than. Try to remember though
that I am an adult here, and married. There's no telling how far
you kids are thinking to take this but try to think of Michael,
okay."

Scott and Angela both smiled. Kate was also all happy
inside. Jerome just stood up to fulfill his dare.

"Try not to feel too embarrassed, Mrs. Knight. I may be a
little bigger than you've seen before."

Now that was an understatement. The nigger was A LOT
BIGGER than Michael. He was bigger than most the guys in the
movies, or even the dogs from her childhood. Jerome was absolutely
HUGE.

He was already around three-quarters hard. He needed to
stimulate himself to get to a full erection though. Jerome stared
right at Susan as he slowly jerked his foot long cock. He was
absolutely unashamed and utterly confidant.

Susan tried not to feel the boy's challenge, but she
finally had to advert her eyes. She glanced over to Scott who was
watching her reactions. Susan felt like she was the one eXXXposed.
She felt so flushed. Her eyes went down to where Angie was
sitting. Her fifteen-year-old daughter was just sitting there as
calmly watching the boy jerk his exposed cock, as if she was only
watching another episode of Sesame Street like she had as a five-
year-old.

Finally Jerome was hard.

"You are so big, Jerome," Kate giggled. "How long is it?"

"Hey, save it for the next challenge," Jerome smiled
without any embarrassment as he pulled his pants back up. "Guess
it is me and Angie next."

Kate let Angie pull from the small cards. Jerome got to
make the challenge.

"Okay than, `truth or dare?"

Susan couldn't resist hoping that Angie would take a
truth. Even though the girl was obviously quite wicked [more so
than Susan ever could have believe] she was still her daughter
too. Susan didn't want Angela at the mercy of this `nigger.'

"Dare.'

"Everyone seems to want to know how big I am, so I dare
you to get your mommies tape measure, bring it back here, get down
on your knees at my feet... take out my dick, get me hard again if I
am down at all... and measure me from the tip of my cock to the base
of my balls."

Angie looked at her mom, "if I don't, I'll have to get
spanked."

Susan knew her daughter wanted `permission from mommy.'

"I guess you have to, Angie."

Susan's words sounded strange to her. She was telling her
daughter to actually grab a black boy's cock and measure it... maybe
even need to stimulate it.

Angie went to the sewing room and came back with the tape
measure. The well-developed fifteen-year-old, smaller version of
Susan, dropped to her knees as Jerome stood above her. Angie
paused just long enough to look to make sure her mother was
watching.

Susan saw her `sweet, innocent' daughter unzip the boy's
pants like she was a professional street walker. Angela seemed
completely without shame as she took Jerome's long cock in her
hand. It still looked fully erect, but Angie wasn't going to let
the opportunity pass by without giving mommy a show.

Susan almost wondered if her kid was going to suck black
cock right in front of her. Angie constrained herself to just
giving Jerome a quick hand-job. She had to leave something for the
next level.

Finally Angela ran the tape along Jerome's thick black
cock and after a little fidgeting for show called out the number
to the group. "Twelve and one half inches."

Everyone looked at Susan as she just had to stand there
and wait for the next development.

"Okay, Angie. You and Deon go next," Kate said as she
again orchestrated the winner. This time Angie won.

"Truth or dare, Deon?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to let me measure your cock now so we can see
who has the biggest."

Deon got out of the chair and made sure to stand where
Susan would get a good look at him. Angie got down on her knees
and made a repeat performance of first, `stoking' the nigger's big
cock to it's full erection, and than measuring the `stick' and
calling out the numbers. Twelve and one half inches. We have a
tie."

Deon pulled up his pants while it was his turn and Joey's
to go. Deon won and made the challenge, "Truth or Dare, Scott?"

"Truth,' Scott smiled.

"Who has the smallest cock you have ever seen?" Deon
smiled back while shifting his eyes to catch Susan's"

Scott paused... "I'm sorry mom, but I have to tell the
`truth.' My dad is like two inches or so."

Susan gasped, "That's not true. Michael is at least four
inches."

Suddenly, Susan realized that since the question had
specifically been asked to embarrass Michael in comparison to the
boys. She had only made it worse by trying to defend him. Still,
it had to be challenged.

"Challenge," Susan said.

Since Michael wasn't there, a vote needed to be taken.
Everyone believed Michael had the smallest cock Scott had ever
seen, except Susan.

"You lost the challenge, Mrs. Knight. You need to play
against everyone now."

Susan had to wonder if they were just making up the rules
as they went along. If they were, it was pretty slick.

"Scott you play first with your, mom."

Susan drew a five. Scott got the king.

"Truth of dare, mom?"

"T-truth."

"How many guys have fucked you."

"SCOTT!" Susan couldn't get any more blushed.

"Answer the question, Mrs. Knight or you will get
spanked." Kate smiled.

"Just one... my husband."

"You can't tell me you only had that tiny cock, Mrs.
Knight," Deon spoke.

"Hell, you can't barely call that even getting fucked,"
Jerome laughed.

"Challenge," Angie suddenly said.

"ANGIE!"

"Sorry, mom. I just can't believe that."

"ANGIE, IT'S TRUE."

"We'll need to vote on that, Mrs. Knight," Kate stated.

Susan knew what the vote would be. Five `no's.'

"So, now you all get to dare me?"

"That's right, Mrs. Knight. Sorry, but if you need to lie,
you should have made it more believable. Even Scott and Angela
know you are way too pretty to only have been with anyone as small
as Michael," Kate said. "Angela will dare you first since she was
the one to challenge you."

"I dare you, mom... To get up on the table and strip naked
in front of everyone."

"ANGIE! For Pete's sake, I am your mother."

"Do it, Mrs. Knight, or you will get locked outside, naked
and tied to the tree after we all whip you."

"You kids are rotten. I can't believe you are doing this
to me. I was tricked to play. If I would have known..."

"Angie didn't say talk, she said `strip.'"

Susan Knight had no choice. It was all happening. She
kicked off her heels before trying to step up onto the coffee
table in the middle of the five kids. Scott helped his mom keep
her balance before he took a seat to enjoy the `show.' Kate went
over and started the music.

Susan was wearing a blouse and skirt. She had made herself
up for the children. Her hair was up in a bun. Susan always liked
to look good. While she had forced herself to `behave' to preserve
her `reputation' she had never found anything wrong with just
letting guys look. Even though the guys and `girls' were her own
kids and their young friends, it really wasn't all that awful to
strip in front of them [at least not compared to what she knew she
would be doing next.]

Susan decided to save her tits. She reached down to undo
her skirt first.

"Come on, shake that white ass," Deon shouted.

"Dance, mom," Angie encouraged.

Susan started to dance. She ran her hands over her body.
It was embarrassing, but it was also fun. She went back down to
remove her skirt. She decided to bend over and show her ass to
Scott as she opened her skirt and let the garment slip off and
drop to the table. Susan was wearing a pair of sheer, black,
almost see-thru panties. She knew they were tight enough that the
mound of her bush would be visible to all the kids.

Jerome whistled and so did Scott.

"All right, mom. Show us the goods," Angie laughed.

Susan tried to keep her knees from wobbling. Even though
she was the adult and they were all just kids; it was a little
unnerving to be stripping when she knew just what they all meant
to do to her.

"Show us them tits, mom," Scott croaked.

"Yeah, we want titties-we want titties," Kate started a
little cheer."

Susan bit her lower lip, "Be nice kids. I might have to
obey you all, but talk with some respect. I am still an adult."

"A fucking gorgeous adult. We just all want to see that
hot white body of yours, Mrs. Knight," Deon stated.

"If I am going to be forced to take dares from all of you,
call me Susan."

It did make Susan feel more desirable than she had in... `as
long as she could remember.' These kids really were `into' her. It
wasn't just something naught like `only about knocking up a white,
married woman.' Susan knew that these kids though she was
beautiful with her forty-inch tits and long, gorgeous legs, and
Susan did want them to see.

She started to unbutton her blouse.

From the top down, one button after another was worked by
the eXXXcited woman. Hints of her bra were flashed as she
continued to groove and wiggle to the music. She still felt a
little awkward, but it was getting lost in the intense heat of the
moment. Finally Susan was ready to let the blouse fall with a
shrug of her slender shoulders. She stood in front of the kids in
just stockings, bra, and panties.

Everyone started to chant, "show your tits, show your
tits..."

Susan paused. She didn't want to just pull off her bra.
She tried to dance a little more and tease but the chants got
louder. The kids really wanted to see Helen's big tits.

"Okay, okay," she said, but her words were not audible
over the very voicterous chants of `SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR
TITS!'

Susan just had to reach up and unhook her bra. She turned
away from Scott as she let her tits spring free.

Everyone cheered.

Susan reached up and put a hand over both her bared
breasts. Partly for modesty, but also partly so she could give her
nipples a pinch. God she was eXXXcited.

She barely had time to adjust to being topless for the
kids before the next chant started, "Now the panties-now the
panties."

Susan turned from face to face. She tried to look
reluctant. It wasn't easy. Luckily not a kid had the slightest
hint of mercy for her in their eyes. It would allow Susan to
`pretend' but still make sure she would be forced to go through
with it.

She reached down to start at her panties. She started to
tug them down but stopped and turned. Than she started again
before turning again. She had her panties down almost to the point
where they were cutting across her clit and the crack off her ass
was starting to show when she paused for dramatic effect.

"Please kids... Angie, don't make me go any farther. It's
not right. really, I shouldn't be doing this. I just can't take
off my panties. Please. I will play the game if you let me stop,
otherwise..."

Before Susan could get out her threat to quit, Jerome got
up and moved up behind Susan. He reached out and hooked his index
finger into the waist band of her panties and pulled them down.
Susan groaned as she was suddenly `naked' in front of everyone and
had the teenage boy rubbing up between her legs from behind to
crook his finger into the wet groove of her sex.

The boy was touching her. Susan gasped as she quickly
tried to decide what she should do. Jerome rubbed her firmly as
though trying to get Susan to be obvious in her response. What was
the point in resisting?

She actually parted her legs even though she tried to keep
a `shocked' look on her face. It was so hard that she finally had
to resist to bashfully hiding her face into her hands as Jerome
continued his maddening tease.

"You like having your pussy played with, Susan," Jerome
spoke softly. "It's my turn to dare you now, and I dare you to
spread your legs wide... and masturbate yourself to orgasm."
"Oh my goodness... I can't. That can't be allowed as a
dare."

"Yes it is, Mrs. Knight. Now get your feet to the edge of
the table and look at Scott while your finger yourself... and no
faking of the orgasm or you will fail the dare," Kate smiled.

Susan had to do it. She turned to face her son and tried
to spread her legs as far as possible without losing her balance.
Jerome continued to hold one of her legs, while Kate reached out
to steady her second one. Susan was able to concentrate on working
her pussy. Scott and Kate both watched their mom from the
front as Susan rubbed her clit just a couple feet from them. She
tried to `get' into it and let herself start breathing louder. She
sort of wanted her orgasm to be `real' but she knew the kids would
never be able to tell if she `faked' it. Susan had learned from
years with Michael, `how to fake it.'

Kate gave Susan a slap on the ass, "get some fingers into
your pussy and rub tat clit, woman."

As Susan fingered herself, she closed her eyes. She
briefly wondered what Michael would do if he could see her now.
She wanted to feel sorry for him, but she just couldn't. Susan
opened her lust-filled eyes and locked them with Scott's as she
just let herself get lost in the moment. She was almost humping
her hand, she was so `into' it. As she worked herself, Jerome
reached up to fondle her breasts. Kate pushed her face to Susan
from behind and started licking at the older woman's cunt and
asshole.

Susan came. She screamed, and she came, and came...

She felt like such a slut.

It was now Deon's turn to challenge.

"I dare you to get down on your hands and knees like the
bitch you are..."

Susan gasped. She was about to get fucked.

"and eat Angie to orgasm."

The nigger couldn't be serious.

"Sorry, mom. If we don't we will both get whipped," Angie
offered as she stood up. She was unzipping her jeans before Deon
finished his challenge.

Susan was resolved to meet the challenge. It would be
difficult to surpress her reluctance, but she had to go through
with it.

She movie aside to let Angie lay down on the table. Then
Susan put her face in her daughter's crotch. Kate was still right
at the table while all the boys were back to take in the `show.'

"Better get ready to swallow, Mrs. Knight. Angie cum's
like a boy," Kate giggled.

Susan had never licked a girl before. She pretty much had
never even thought about it. Maybe she had been curious as a girl.
She had seen it in the movies she watched. She never could have
imagined she would ever be eating out her own thirteen-year-old-
daughter.

Angie moaned and pulled her mom's head tighter. She
wrapped her legs up and around Susan's ears. Come on, Mom, eat my
pussy. I am going to cum all over your face."

Susan got more and more into having Angie squirming on her
tongue. She wondered what `it' would taste like. As she licked her
kid, she didn't notice that Jerome had moved up behind her until
she felt him at her own cunt again. Susan lifted her face from
Angie's wet twat to ask, "Can he do, that?"

"It's up to Deon since it is his dare," Kate smiled.

"Sure, I don't mind. He can fuck you if he wants."

"Wait a second, boys. I'm not on the pill. Just what are
you kids planning on doing to me?"

"Relax, Susan. I'm not going to fuck you back here. Just
eat your Angie while I eat you."

It was out in the open. Susan had revealed she was
unprotected. By continuing, she was letting everyone know that she
would go all the way.

Jerome just played with Susan as she spent several more
minutes eating out Angie. Finally, Angie was ready and she
screamed as she started gushing out a stream of her girl's cum
onto her mother's pretty face. Susan dutifully licked Angie's
climaxing pussy, amazed at her daughter's prodigious flow.

Susan Knight face was wet with her daughter's cum when
Angie finally let her mother lift her face again.

"My turn to dare you now, Mrs. Knight," Kate said. "I dare
you to ask Scott to jerk Jerome off into your unprotected cunt
while Angie videotapes you."

"No way... that's going to far," Susan tried to protest for
show.

"You want to get your ass whipped instead. Cause I'll do
it, bitch."

"Of course not. Kate, listen to me. I told you that I am
not on the pill. Today is my peak fertility. Scott, Angie... kids,
help me."

"Sorry mom, there is nothing we can do. I have to jerk
Jerome off into you."

"Well, at least get one of the condoms from your dad's
dresser. I am not racist, but I can't have a black baby."

"I never said you could use a condom, Mrs. Knight. His
sperm has to go into your cunt. If you refuse we will all whip you
and lock you outside in the cold all night until the neighbors see
you in the morning."

"You kids are rotten. I will get pregnant. I can't believe
you are doing this to me."

"Are you going to do it mom? Are you going to ask Scott to
jerk Jerome's black cock into your pussy?"

"Get the camera, Angie. What choice do I have. I will just
have to pray that I don't get a black baby."

Susan was laid down on the coffee table while Jerome took
off his pants. Angie went and got the camera. A video tape was
already in it and ready to go. Scott got down on his knees. He
wasn't particularly gay but actually being the one to fill his
mother's cunt with the potent nigger seed was such a turn on to
the boy. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed hold of
Jerome's cock to guide it into his mother's fertile cunt.

"Okay Mrs. Knight. Beg your son for the camera," Kate
giggled.

"Please, Scott. Jerk Jerome's potent black cock into
mommies unprotected pussy."

Scott smiled as he made sure Angie had the camera aimed to
capture the penetration than he aimed Jerome's cock as the nigger
pushed it about halfway in.

Even at the half, it was almost twice the cock Susan had
in over twenty years. It was almost as thick as those dogs had
been when they had knotted with her.

"Scott, remember. I am your mom... Your father's wife. I
have to allow you to jerk this black cock off into me, but you can
pull him out before he impregnates me. Please. I can't have a
black baby."

"No trying to get out of this, bitch. Do you think you are
too good to have a nigger's baby. You're not. You deserve this.
You want it. All married white women do. Tell your son how much
bigger this nigger cock is than your tiny cocked husband. Say it
so the camera can record it that you love nigger cock more than
white cock and you want him to knock you up... I dare you."

"You have to mom, " Angie said as she aimed the camera.
"If you don't take the dare you will get whipped."

"You kids are just making these rules up. The dare was to
just let myself get knocked up... Not to beg for it on camera. If
your daddy ever saw me begging for a `nigger's' baby and telling
him I loved it..."

"Dad won't see this video mom," Scott lied. "You have to
say it, please. I don't want you to get whipped."

`But it's okay that mommy gets black-pregnant, huh? You
little brat,' Susan thought...

"Yes. Yes Scott, yes. That big nigger cock is so much
bigger than your daddies tiny little dick. I LOVE IT... Please, jerk
him off into mommy's unprotected cunt and knock me up," Susan
spewed forth a stream of obscenities for the `camera.'

Under her breath she decided to try to act a little more
as though she wasn't about to cum herself at the `forbidden
thrill.'

"Pull it out, Scott... Please pull it out for mommy."

"I can't mom, and I won't."

"You son-of-a-bitc..."

"Don't call yourself a bitch, mom. Scott cleaverly
quipped, "I think Jerome is about ready to cum. Can you feel his
cock twitching."

"Yes dammit, Scott... pull it out-pull it out... NOOOO... Oh
no..."

Jerome just let himself shoot as Scott slid his hand to
the base of his cock to allow the nigger to insert in almost the
full twelve inches. The fuller `fill' caused Susan to gasp and
triggered her own orgasm as her son finished jerking Jerome's big,
black cock into her vulnerable and defenseless cunt. Susan had
been black-creamed with hundreds of thousands of little baby-
making sperms and all she could do was allow them total access to
invade her womb, seek out her hapless eggs, and totally subdue and
conquer them into utter submission. Susan just knew the potent,
black seed would grow in her fertile, white garden.

"You kids. You are horrible. If I get pregnant than
Michael will probably think I had an affair with a black man. You
kids know he isn't as tolerant as I am about you even having black
friends, let alone a black baby to `color' the family name. I'll
have to tell him I was raped or he will divorce me. You now I
don't believe in abortion."

"You might not even be pregnant yet, Mrs.. Knight. You
only have dares from Deon and Scott left. It's Deon's turn."

"Well, I dare you to take me up to your marital bed and
suck me until I am ready to fuck you. Than you can lay your ass
down and I am going to fuck you while you scream that you love
`nigger' cock and want a black baby knocked up into your white,
married belly."

"Please... not my bed. I can't dirty the sanctuary of my own
marital bed."

"You can and you will. Kiss me while Angie films and than
invite me to your marital belt."

Angie aimed the camera while Susan allowed the 6'1,"
shaved-headed black man to take her into his arms and squish her
milk-white tits up against his broad, muscular chest. Susan took
the kiss onto her lips from the boy and than begged him, "please,
lets go to my marital bed. I want to get fucked by your beautiful,
black cock in my unprotected, white cunt in my husband's bed. I
want to get fucked good at least once in that bed."

Susan couldn't believe how much it excited her to add the
last line.

Everyone went up the stairs. Susan was actually glad to be
getting off the uncomfortable table, even if she did feel a little
guilty that she was about to be fucked in her own bed.

Susan got down on her knees at the foot of her bed. Angie
moved around to make sure that she would get a good shot of her
mom's face as Susan sucked black cock. Deon stood above the
submissive woman and laid his foot long cock along the length of
the face. It was SOOO BIG!

"Tell me you want to suck my `beautiful, black cock,
bitch."

"I want... I want to such your beautiful, black cock."

"How tiny is Michael's little white cock. Is it easy to
throat?"

"It's small. It's so small. Your cock is so much bigger
and looks so delicious. I want to suck it and swallow your cum. I
want you to sperm all over my face."

"No you don't Susan. You want my potent, nigger seed in
that fertile, married, unfaithful white cunt. Say it."

"I want to suck you and than you can cum in my white
cunt."

"I want, your nigger baby in my white tummy."

"I-I want your nigger baby in my white tummy."

"That's a girl... that's a good, white bitch. Now SUCK."

Susan felt Deon pat her on the head like she was a dog.
She was a dog. She was a cheating little bitch. She had allowed
herself to be weak, and there was nothing she could do now but
admit the truth. With the video and everything, there would never
be any turning back. She knew in her heart she was pregnant, but
she also knew that she had never been more excited.

Susan licked and sucked Deon's big, black cock. He was
already rock hard, but the dare had been to suck him first.

"Damn bitch, I am going to shoot if you suck like that.
You must love chocolate dick If I didn't know better, I'd swear
you wanted to throat me. Is that so? Would you like to get choked
on my foot of prime, thick, black meat."

"N-no... That's okay... I want it in my pussy. I want you to
fuck me in my husband's bed and impregnate me with your love
child. I want to make a black baby from your superior nigger seed.
Knock me up, nigger. I want you to breed me."

Scott and Angie smiled at each other. The inheritance was
as good as theirs, and best of all was that mom was such a slut of
the camera that they could legally get her to give up her money to
before they betrayed her and gave the tape to dad anyhow. Mom
would be left at their mercy for ever,

Susan wasn't thinking of anything other than how wonderful
it felt to have Deon on her. He laid his full weight down on-top
of Susan. She spread her legs and gave the boy full access to fuck
her as hard as he wanted to.

Deon loved fucking Susan. He had fucked three other white
woman in his short life. He had fucked a few girls to, but he
loved to fuck women... especially married white women with no
protection. Deon wanted to pump the biggest load he ever shot into
Susan Jones' fertile cunt. Chances were that Jerome had already
knocked her up, but there was always the chance she had more than
one egg available and maybe his swimmers would do the job on at
least one of them.

Susan came for the third time in under an hour. Deon sped
up and slammed it home so he could cum together with her. His
potent seed erupted from his potent fuck stick and blasted deep
into her cunt. The boy kissed her intimately as his seed filled
her womb.

Susan didn't even wait for Deon to finish rolling off her
before she looked over at her son and said, "I guess, you get the
last dare Scott... what's it going to be?"

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