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Like Mother, Like Daughter

Copyright 2008 Kylie X. all rights reserved. Intended for adults only.
Web: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kylie_X/www/index.htm email:
Kylie.X.writes@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/FF, [M/D] Incest, Interracial, Oral, Cheat, Slut,
Humil, Impreg
Synopsis: When Kylie's white boyfriend Michael insists that all black
girls are sluts for white cock, Kylie puts her virginity on the line
and bets the man that he can't seduce the one woman Kylie knows is
pure...Her own mother!

Like Mother, Like Daughter
By Kylie X



    Michael has a beautiful cock and I was all over it, sliding my
tight brown lips up and down the long white shaft while he stroked my
hair, keeping it out of my face so he could see my eyes. I was moaning
softly and making loud wet sucking sounds, slurping and swallowing all
his precum and I knew the others could hear us, even see us, since we
were all watching a movie in that little living room. I didn't care
though, that was part of the fun for me, knowing those friends of his
were watching Michael's brand new girlfriend, a black girl, sucking
him off.

    Michael liked it too, I think, well he must have since he wasn't
shy about it and his thick cock was rock hard under my small black
hands. I could hear some faint whispers and giggles from the girls, a
couple white girls I didn't know at all, sitting with their boyfriends
and I wondered if they'd go down too, but probably not. I was the only
slut in that room, a fact that Michael liked to remind us of.

    "Suck it, Kylie, God you're such a slut." He laughed softly.

    "Mmphh..." I shrugged and worked my tongue around the swollen head,
getting off on his voice. I have a very real thing for dirty talk
during sex. A thing for humiliation, you might say. I like it a lot.

    I pulled his heavy balls out of his trousers gently, running my
mouth down the shaft with a long wet sucking kiss until I could muzzle
his hairy scrotum and take his nuts into my mouth one at a time. I was
jerking his cock off against my pretty, heart shaped face while I
washed them. Michael's prick was leaking all over my high cheeks and
narrow upturned nose, the wetness of his precum and my saliva
spreading like a warm stain over my hot skin.

    "Yeah, suck my balls too, you little whore." He pulled my face
against him. "Get them all warmed up with your nigger mouth."

    "Oh!" I heard one of the girls gasp and then laugh at the word.

    "She likes it." One of the guys was saying, "Don't worry about
it."

    "Why don't you give me some of that?" I heard another guy saying,
talking to his girlfriend.

    "Yeah right." She laughed sarcastically, "Do I look black to you?"

    "Get back on my dick, Kylie." Michael was urging me, "Let me cum
in your mouth."

    "That's so gross." A girl said and Michael laughed.

    "Ummphh...Mmphhh..." I just made happy muffled sounds, really working
his cock hard now, bobbing my head up and down as Michael lifted his
hips, holding my face tight so he could just fuck me. He was close,
ready to cum and I wanted it. I was hot and needing to taste his
creamy orgasm filling my mouth, warming my tummy.

    He pushed my body back and down, not removing his cock from my
mouth, but just moving us together so that I was on my back, leaning
against the padded arm of the sofa with my hips turned, my feet on the
floor and Michael over me, pushing his cock between my lips as I
looked up at him. He loved fucking my mouth and I didn't mind it,
being used by a white boy, that tripped my trigger hard. Especially in
front of an audience and I wasn't doing anything but accepting it
gratefully.

    "Oh fuck, Kylie...Eat it, whore. Eat my cum, you cocksucking bitch..."
Michael pushed his cock into my mouth hard, making me gag and cough
even as his cock erupted violently over my wriggling tongue, the head
very nearly jammed into my throat.

    He was cumming quickly, shooting a lot of sperm way too fast and I
was choking, spilling it around my wide stretched lips as I worked to
control the gagging, coughing spasms his cockhead brought me as it was
lodged in the back of my mouth. Hot thick sperm ran over my black skin
and I was pushing at the man until he pulled his cock out, jerking
himself off now and painting my face with his semen. It was messy,
deliberately crude and obscene, and I knew he was showing off for his
friends. He was like that and he knew I didn't mind, having a guy cum
all over my face while people watched. It covered me in long whitish
streak and sticky pools and drops and once I caught my breath I let
him back into my mouth, sucking hard and swallowing finally as he
fucked his prick between my lips slowly.

    "Now you look like a real slut, Kylie." Michael said, pulling
himself away, breathing hard and smiling.

    He looked so cute when he was happy like that, pink faced with his
blue eyes shining. His blonde hair was dark and matted with sweat. I'd
sucked him good and we both knew it. I adored giving head, it was my
thing, one of many, and I looked around seeing those two white girls
staring at me with mixed looks of shock and embarrassment. They'd
never dream of doing what I'd just done and I seriously doubted anyone
had ever cum on their faces. The guys were all smiles, rubbing their
bulges and doubtless wishing they had a slutty girlfriend like me, at
least for the moment. Very few guys can really handle a full-time
slut, believe me.

    I wasn't a full-time slut anyway, not really. I'm nineteen and in
college and sex is a great adventure, that's all. Finding out how much
I liked things like that, being watched, being mouth fucked by a white
guy in front of four total strangers, what can I say? I found myself
liking it a lot, but most of the time, I wasn't a slut at all. I was
just me, going to college, being the good girl, the good daughter and
student. This stuff, this sex, was just once in awhile. Just when I
could get away with it.

    "Let's go to the bedroom..." Michael was saying, rubbing my pussy
with his hand under my skirt, playing with my panties and I was hot
like the sun down there, wet and trembling inside.

    "Michael..." I sighed, licking my lips and tasting cum.

    "I want to fuck you so bad, don't clean your face...." He shook his
head as I was scooping sperm off my cheeks with my fingers. "...You're
sexy all painted up like that."

    "Stop." I said, reaching for his arm and pulling his hand away
from my steaming sex.

    "Kylie, we've been together a month, come on." Michael was
desperate to fuck me and having this conversation in front of his
friends was weird.

    "I told you, I'm not going to do it until I get married." I said
seriously.

    "Why?" Michael laughed. "Come on, I'll make it good for you. The
first time is always the best."

    "You're a virgin?" One of the girls stared at me and I smiled at
her.

    "Yeah."

    "Shit." Her boyfriend grinned.
    "Oral contraceptive, huh?" The other girl giggled.

    "I know you want it, all you black girls just want to fuck."
Michael ignored them.

    "What?" I laughed. "All black girls want sex? Yeah right."

    "I'm serious, that's why I date black chicks. They all fuck on the
first date." Michael grinned at his buddies and then looked back at
me.

    "No they don't." I said, feeling sperm running down my neck and i
wiped at it with my fingers. "I didn't."

    "You're just a tease, that's all, you're dying to give it up."
Michael said and he was still rubbing my cunt, but through my skirt
now, and it still felt good, enough so I was lifting my hips against
his fingers.

    "All black girls are sluts, huh?" One of the guys asked, watching
me lick the cum from my hand.

    "Fuck yeah." Michael agreed. "There isn't a black woman in the
world that won't bend over in ten minutes. At the most!"

    "What?" I gasped and giggled. "You're so full of it!"

    "What?" He stared down at me. "You were sucking my cock before you
even knew my name, admit it."

    "Yeah...Well...I wasn't bending over." I said reluctantly.

    "Same thing." Michael said and looked at his friends. "Right? A
girl that will go down on you that quick? It was like I said hello and
Kylie said, 'Shluuurrp!'"

    They were all laughing and I was wiping that cum up before it
dried on my face, licking my fingers clean.

    "Yeah, I heard that about black girls." One of the white girls
said and she was full of crap too.

    "All black girls are not sluts." I said definitively.

    "Yeah right." The other girl giggled. "No wonder you niggers have
like ten kids."

    "What?" I stared at her and I thought maybe it was time to bring
some affirmative action to her racist ass. Being called nigger by my
boyfriend during sex was one thing, it was a whole other word then,
but hearing a white girl say it to my face? She didn't know me.

    "Whoa..." Michael pushed me back down gently. "She's a fucking
idiot, don't worry about her."

    "What?" The girl stared at Michael indignantly and then looked at
her boyfriend, but he wasn't going to defend her. "I thought she liked
it?"

    "My mom has two kids, all right? Not ten." I stared at the girl
and then looked at Michael. "And my mom is not a slut. You think all
black women are whores? My mom isn't, believe me. She wouldn't bend
over for anyone, not even my dad."

    That seemed like a strange thing to be saying, even as the words
left my lips, but it was true and of all the black women I knew, my
mom was the most conservative. If it weren't for me and my sister, I'd
have a hard time believing my mom even had sex, although she was
certainly attractive enough for it. My dad was hot for her body, I
knew that, and more than a little frustrated because my mom's sex
drive, so far as I could tell, was nonexistent. Not that I paid a lot
of attention, but I was old enough to understand the little looks and
frowns my dad would give her in the mornings sometimes. He wanted it
and my mom hadn't given it to him. Mostly I really tried not to think
about that. I mean, they're my parents, you know?

    "Oh yeah?" Michael grinned at me.

    "What?" I laughed at him, forgetting the girl. "You have no idea
what my mom is like."

    "She's black, right?" Michael asked and I nodded.

    "A hundred and ten percent." I agreed.

    "She puts out." He said, like it was a fact that everyone knew.

    "What?" I wondered if I shouldn't slap him then.

    "Your mom, if she's really black? She fucks like a rabbit."
Michael grinned at me.

    "Yeah right." I rolled my eyes. "You're so confused."

    "No way, listen..." Michael licked his lips. "Does she look like
you? How old is she?"

    "My mom?" I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"

    "Just tell me, what's she look like. Is she hot like you?"

    "Hot like me?" I laughed. "She's um, thirty-five and yeah, I
guess, she's pretty. I take after her a lot, I guess."

    "Thirty-five?" Michael gave me a little look. "Really? That's not
old at all. You're nineteen, so she was..."

    "That's none of your business." I said, gathering some cum off my
forehead that I'd just noticed.

    "It's math, Kylie." He chuckled. "Um, sixteen when you were born?
Ohhh...Shit, yeah! And she doesn't put out? Who's confused here?"

    "You are!" I said. "So what? She got married young, a lot of girls
do. It doesn't mean they're sluts."

    "It does if they're fifteen." Michael laughed. "She pregnant when
she got married? I bet she was."

    "You don't know." I sighed, feeling the sperm running down my
chin. "I need to wash my face."

    "Hold on, I'll bet your mom fucks around." Michael told me. "I
mean, I'll bet you."

    "Bet me?" I gave him a doubtful look, scooping some creamy semen
up with my finger. "What are you talking about?"

    "Your mom, she's black and so she's a cock hungry slut." Michael
shrugged, watching me suck my finger clean. "If you think she isn't,
put your money where your mouth is."

    "You're going to get seriously slapped in a second." I told him.
"That's my mom you're talking about."

    "So? If she's a slut then I'm not lying." He said. "If she isn't,
I'll apologize and make it up to you."

    "You really want to bet?" I asked.

    "Yeah, let's bet on it."

    "Bet what?" I giggled because this was surreal.

    "If your mom's a slut, you have to let me have your cherry."
Michael said. "You have to give it up without any of that wedding
bullshit."

    "Huh..." I stared at him. "And if I win?"

    "Ummm...I dunno, what do you want?" He asked.

    "Hmmm..." I thought about it for a second. "...Your car. You give me
your car if you lose."

    "My corvette?" Michael blinked at me

    He wasn't so sure about that, I was pleased to see. He had an old
one, an expensive one I guessed, a corvette with the split rear
window? Like that meant something special, I dunno. He was proud of
that rear window for some reason and it was nice, all restored and
cute and a lot of guys admired it, I knew that. Michael loved his car
more than anything, so that made it special to the man, like my
virginity was to me. Sorta.

    "What's the matter, chicken?" I teased him.

    "Okay." He swallowed hard. "But no cheating."

    "How am I gonna cheat?" I laughed and a gob of semen fell onto my
tits. "I don't even know what we're doing? How are you going to prove
my mom's a slut?"

    "How?" Michael shrugged. "I'm going to fuck her."

    "What?" I think I about had a heart attack and the others were all
talking now, laughing and giggling and just talking like we were
crazy.

    "You can't do that!" I stared at him.

    "What? If you're right nothing will happen, if I'm right...Well?" He
smiled. "We'll go to your house, you can introduce me."

    "Introduce you?" I wasn't liking this. "My mom will kill me if she
finds out I have a white boyfriend!"

    "Just tell her I'm a friend from school. God, you can't have white
friends?" Michael asked.

    "Well...She'll suspect." I frowned.

    "So? Let her suspect, if I'm right it won't matter anyway."
Michael laughed. "If I'm wrong, she'll never know."

    "This is crazy, you're going to try and seduce my mom?" I shook my
head. "She's going to beat you down like a bitch."

    "Yeah, so? Then you get a new car, right?" He grinned at me. "But
if she doesn't..."

    "She will, there's no doubt about that." I laughed. "Okay, fine.
I'm not giving your car back either, not after you said all this stuff
about my mom."

    "And I'm going to pop that nigger cherry between your legs,
Kylie." He stuck the tip of his tongue out at me.

    "You wish." I said, getting up finally to wash the tacky sperm off
my face.

    Of course everyone thought we were crazy, which made it funny. I
was even laughing about it later, but only because I knew Michael had
screwed up big time making a bet like that. I might be a slut, yeah.
If I wasn't, I was seriously working on it, but my mom? She was going
to be a saint someday, with her face on little medallions that virgins
could wear around their necks to ward off bad boys like Michael.

    Saint Janice the Pure, that was my mom.

    It took a few weeks to find the right day, because obviously I had
to give Michael a sporting chance before I took his car. If the idea
that I was setting up my mom, who was plainly married and a mother of
two, to be seduced by my white boyfriend sounds evil, well, it
probably was. You have to remember though that Michael didn't stand a
chance, seriously. My mom's black and her opinion of white people in
general isn't one that I'd like to share, quite frankly. She could be
a little prejudiced, especially when it came to white boys who had
black girlfriends, that would always set her off.

    So I didn't feel bad about it, other than the bit of guilt I had
that my boyfriend was saying bad things about her. Michael would pay
for it though and I'd laugh afterwards, making him take back every
single word, apologizing to me until he was blue in the face, and then
taking my new corvette for a little spin. That would be so cool! Of
course I'd probably end up giving it back, eventually. I mean, it's an
expensive car, a real expensive one, and I'm basically a good person
inside. I just wanted to give him a little scare.

=-=-=-=-=-={96}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Mom?" I opened the front door and led Michael into my parents'
house.

    It was a Saturday and my dad and younger sister had gone to a girl
scout thing up in Bemidji, which was hours away and they wouldn't be
back until late that night. That gave us a lot of time, but we weren't
going to need all of it; my mom would be kicking Michael's ass out the
door as soon as he made a pass at her.

    "In here, Kylie. What are you doing home?" Mom was in the kitchen,
as usual.

    "Oh, just wasting a Saturday." I said, walking towards the sound
of her voice. "I had to get away from the dorm, you know. Hi."

    I saw her finally, just finishing up some dishes it looked like.
She was pretty just standing there too. Tall like me, just a hair
shorter than my five foot eight, and with a nice, round body. Not fat
at all, just round and soft the way a woman should be. Mom's breasts
are large like my 34C's and her hips and butt are a little bigger
maybe, but nothing a man wouldn't appreciate. My hips are round too,
but narrow and my butt is round firm and pert.

    Mom's hair is black and super kinky, while mine is long and
straight, the same soft brown eyes though. Her nose is a little
bigger, wider and more typically black, like her thick lips, not huge,
but definitely thick. My nose is narrow and a little pointy and my
lips are just full and pouting, not fat at all. So she looks nice and
we have some resemblance, but we're different too, which is cool. I
didn't look like my dad at all, thank goodness. He looked like he just
got off the boat from Africa and he was proud of it. Me too, except I
didn't want to look like him. I like my looks a lot and mom liked her
hers, I was sure. She took care of herself.

    "Hi." She smiled at me and then she saw Michael, tall and blonde
and blue.

    Michael was very handsome, no doubt about that and it was why he
was my boyfriend in the first place, and why I let him treat me like
he did in the second. I liked a man who treated me like, well, like a
slut. It's a humiliation sex thing I have going on and it seriously
makes me hot. Michael was good at it too, obviously. My friends didn't
understand, but we did. Michael understood me just fine.

    He walked in right behind me with a devilish smile playing across
his sensual lips, his broad shoulders and hard stomach. His ass is
great! I love a man's ass, when they're nice, and Michael's was
perfect. Firm and round and, ummm...He was a serious hottie and if
Michael had a problem it was that he knew it. He'd been spoiled by
women his whole life and I was probably the worst.

    "Mom, this is Michael, a friend of mine from college. Mike, meet
mom." I giggled nervously and hoped mom wouldn't jump the gun and
assume the worst about us, that we were having sex.

    "Hello, Michael." Mom said cautiously, wiping her hands dry and
smiling in her blue summer dress. It looked nice on her.

    "Hi, nice to meet you." He smiled and nodded. "Kylie talks about
you all the time."

    I shot him a dirty look, but I couldn't tell if he meant anything
by it.

    "She does, huh?" My mom gave him a little smile. "She hasn't
mentioned you."

    "Be nice, mom." I laughed lightly, trying to disguise my lie.
"Mike's just a friend, okay?"

    "Hmmmm..." Mom nodded and let Michael take her hand briefly.

    "We're working on a project together for chemistry." Michael
smiled and that was a good lie, mom always wanted to think I was
working hard at college.

    "Oh, that's nice then." Mom smiled and probably she believed us,
maybe.

    She had to be a little suspicious though, me bringing a boy home
to meet her. She probably thought I was testing the water, you know,
pretending like nothing was going on just so she could get used to the
idea and then later...That was kind of an interesting thought, actually.
I started thinking maybe this was sort of a good idea in more ways
than just getting a free car. I mean if mom accepted Michael as my
friend and then later, if I met a white boy I wanted to marry...

    I almost called a halt to the whole thing right then, because it
seemed like such a good idea, this testing the waters bit, that if
Michael hit on my mom and she got pissed, that would ruin everything!
He could be a charming bastard if he wanted to be and maybe sell my
mom on the idea that white boys could be okay. I'd have to give up my
cherry though and that made me wince inside. Slut or no, my virginity
was important. Mom had drummed it into my head since before my first
menstruation, like I was brainwashed or something. I had to give my
virginity to my husband on my wedding night, like it would absolve me
of all the other nasty stuff I did with guys like Michael.

    That's how weird my brain is and how I was see-sawing back and
forth on stopping our bet. On the one hand I might open mom up to the
possibility of a white son-in-law, on the other hand I'd have to give
up what was most precious to me. That was a seriously sucky choice.

    While I tried to figure it out, we talked for a while, just
catching up, and mom was nice enough. The three of us sat down in the
living room and had some iced tea and some sort of raisin bread that
my mom had baked up. It was good, but kind of fruity. My mom loved to
cook though and she was good at it.

    She was good at all that motherly stuff and I seriously couldn't
imagine Michael getting anywhere with her. I mean she's married; the
whole idea was like...I don't know, as far out there as if Michael had
told me he could fly like Superman. I mean it's a no brainer and just
a joke. That's why I was so totally relaxed. The only thing I was
worried about was dealing with my mom after she kicked him out, it
would just be more ammo for her anti-white boy prejudice.

    Michael was being his usual charming self, but only because he's
like that naturally. People like him a lot; he's got a nice
personality and good looks. I mean, I fell for him after ten minutes,
enough so I was sucking his cock in the front of his little corvette
before I even knew his name. He hadn't been lying about that. But he
wasn't being especially charming today, he wasn't going out of his way
to impress my mom, Michael was just playing it rather subdued, kind of
laid back. He listened to my mom and I mostly and I just smiled to
myself, thinking he was making a serious mistake.

    I excused myself a little later, as we'd planned, so that Michael
would have a chance to talk to my mom alone, for all the good that
would do him. I called my best friend, Janisha, who lived a few blocks
away, just saying hi and not telling her where I was or what I was
doing, obviously. If I told her I was home she'd be running over and
we didn't need that, believe me! A little bit of Janisha goes a long
ways. I just needed the excuse. We talked for ten minutes and then I
hung up.

    "Hey, I'm gonna run over to Janisha's real quick. She needs to
show me something." I rolled my eyes for my mom. "You know how she is.
Michael can hang out here for a while right? Thanks mom!"

    I kissed her cheek and was halfway out the door before my mom
could say anything.

    Of course I wasn't going to Janisha's house at all. I wasn't going
anywhere. I was going to sneak back into the house and spy on my
boyfriend and laugh while he tried to seduce my mom. I figured it
would take about five minutes before Michael would find himself
sitting in his corvette, wondering where he'd gone wrong.

    "Don't..." I heard my mom saying.

    They were still in the living room and I'd come in through the
back door just five minutes later, being very, very quiet. I'd done a
lot of sneaking in and out of my house growing up, so I knew where all
the squeaks in the floor were and I avoided them instinctively,
stifling a little giggle as I crept closer.

    "Come on, you know you want it." Michael was saying gently.

    "No, I don't...I don't know who you think you are, but..."

    "Shhh...I saw those looks, don't lie to me."

    "What?" My mom laughed. "You're crazy."

    "Am I?" Michael chuckled and I was just around the corner, in the
closet now, peeking through the crack in the door and I could see them
sitting together on the sofa, just the back of their heads.

    "I'm married and you're my daughter's boyfriend." My mom said
making me cover my mouth with my hand. She knew? I'd been so careful
to act like Michael was just a friend, nobody special. I wondered why
she was so relaxed about that.

    "What they don't know..." Michael was stroking my mom's hair! "...
Don't be shy, I know you like me."

    "No." My mom giggled.

    "You're a beautiful woman, Janice." Michael sighed softly and I
widened my eyes. He was using my mom's first name?

    "Uh-huh." Mom agreed like she didn't believe him.

    "No, I mean it." Michael said. "Kylie's pretty, but there's
something about you..."

    He had his face close to hers, like he was smelling her hair or
something and I swallowed hard, wondering why my mom wasn't slapping
the hell out of the boy. She wasn't even pushing him away! If anything
my mom was enjoying the attention and that was completely impossible!
My mom didn't give white men the time of day, literally. I've seen it
happen, a white guy smiling at her, saying good morning maybe, and my
mom would walk by without a word, without even a smile.

    "Don't." My mom laughed lightly. "Don't do that..."

    "Do what?" Michael asked. "I'm not doing anything you don't want
me to."

    "Don't do...Ohhh...That..." My mom sighed. "Stop."

    "Shhh...Tell me you don't like it." Michael challenged her. "Your
nipples are so hard, Janice. Tell me this doesn't feel good."

    "Ummm..." My mom let out a soft moan and I couldn't really tell what
my boyfriend was doing, but from the way his shoulders were moving I'd
guess he was playing with my mom's tits.

    "This is wrong..." My mom breathed and she was looking at Michael,
both their faces in profile now and I ducked back a little.

    "It's not wrong if it feels good." Michael chuckled. "You like it
anyway, huh?"

    "Noooo..." My mom breathed.

    "Come on, you like fooling around." Michael said. "You've done it
before, haven't you?"

    "Mmmm...Maybe." Mom laughed softly and I had to cover my mouth as a
little gasp came out.

    "You like white boys, huh?" Michael was close to her now, his nose
literally touching my mom's, sliding up and down along it.

    "Yeah." My mom admitted.

    "You're so sexy, Janice." Michael sighed and then he was kissing
her and felt my stomach somersault.

    It was a serious kiss too, like I'd never seen my mom give my
father. Their lips touched and then parted slightly, but their tongues
didn't. They played together between them, my mom's small pink tongue
playing over and under and all around my boyfriend's while he
continued to massage her tits. I took advantage of their distraction
to move towards the stairs, climbing carefully to the small landing
halfway up where they took a right turn and I could look down into the
living room and see everything.

    Michael had his right hand inside my mom's unbuttoned dress, her
white bra pulled down beneath her full breasts so he could squeeze and
pet her dark flesh. My mom's nipples were big, long and dark and
Michael thumbed her left nipple, pinching and pulling it while they
made out. I blinked hard as I realized my mom had her left hand on the
bulge of my boyfriend's prick, pressing her hand against his trousers,
gripping the thick outline through Michael's khakis.

    "Yeah...Do it, Janice...Take my cock out for me." Michael breathed
after a long three or four minutes of kissing.

    "Ohhh bad boy!" My mom laughed breathlessly, licking her lips and
flirting with the man.

    She was having fun, I thought. I mean, yeah, obviously she was,
but mom wasn't giving in like I would have. She was playing with
Michael as much as he was playing with her and that was almost mind
boggling.

    "Fuck." Michael laughed gently. "What a tease...You know how hard
you make me?"

    "Are you hard?" My mom cooed at him and she was playing with his
dick, she knew exactly how excited my boyfriend was. "Poor baby.
Doesn't my little girl take care of you?"

    "Oh yeah, your little slut loves my cock." Michael told her. "But
I need a real woman right now."

    "Is that right?" Mom smiled and I could see her fingers playing
with the button of Michael's trousers, with his zipper. "Hmmm...You are
a big boy, huh?"

    "Oh, what a teasing bitch." Michael sighed, pulling my mom's face
to his for another deep kiss, this one much more passionate with their
heads turned and lips sealed tightly so that their tongues were
trapped and hidden from me.

    I gasped aloud as I heard and then saw my mom finally unzipping
Michael's trousers, reaching inside blindly to free his large white
cock. My mom was jerking him off slowly while they kissed, while my
boyfriend played with her ripe black tits. She was sliding her hand up
and down the shaft, her fingers playing over the head to gather the
glistening precum leaking there.

    They didn't hear me, thank goodness. I doubted they'd hear a
marching band coming through the house. I couldn't believe what I was
seeing, my mom making out with my boyfriend and she'd known him for
all of two hours! I didn't know what I was feeling. Surprise, anger,
outrage, all of that to some extent, but mostly I was feeling my heart
hammering beneath my heaving breasts. My mouth was dry and my nipples
burned cold with excitement. My pussy was wet, I was shocked to
realize and I was touching it, rubbing myself through my jeans.

    What was I doing? Why was I getting turned on seeing my boyfriend
seducing my mom? Or my mom seducing my boyfriend? Is that what was
happening? She wasn't out of control, that was obvious. Mom was going
at her own pace, not Michael's. It was insane! She hated white guys!
She loved my father, they'd been married nineteen years! My mom didn't
cheat on him, did she? Well...She was cheating on him right in front of
me!

    "Get your mouth on my cock now...Wrap those big black lips around
it..." Michael was saying and pushing my mom's head down, into his lap.

    "Ummm...You want me to suck it for you?" Mom teased him and she was
hovering over my boyfriend's prick, still stroking him and I could
hear her spitting, or so it sounded like. Letting her saliva fall over
the head of Michael's cock so she could massage it onto his skin.

    "Oh, fuck...Janice...You whore!" Michael breathed. "Suck it for me."

    "Mmphh yeah...Talk nasty..." My mom sighed wetly. "...I like it."

    I blinked as the unmistakable sounds of my mom sucking my
boyfriend's hard white cock filled the silent house. Her head moved up
and down without any help at all from Michael. He was watching her,
sitting back and nodding happily now as mom took him into her hungry
mouth.

    "You like that dirty talk, huh?" Michael asked and my mom made
muffled sounds of agreement. "Heh. Like mother like daughter. You
nigger bitches are all the same..." Michael chuckled. "...You suck better
than Kylie, did you teach her how to do it?"

    "Umphh...No..." My mom gasped and then she was slurping loudly, making
wet suction sounds and I could even hear her swallowing!

    "Don't talk with your mouth full, cunt." Michael told her. "Just
keep sucking like the slut you are. All you black whores love white
dick, huh? Can't get enough of it."

    I was rubbing my pussy hard now, feeling an orgasm cumming and I
had no idea why. I should have been disgusted by what was going on. My
mom was fucking around on my dad! I should have run out there and
slapped her face. How could she do that to him? And to me! He was my
boyfriend and my mom knew it! She was sucking off her daughter's
boyfriend and my mom didn't even care? What the hell was that all
about?

    But I was so far gone. Jesus! I was going to cum right in my
panties. I couldn't breathe and I could barely sit up straight. I was
going to have an orgasm watching my mom give Michael a blowjob! I
couldn't stay on the stairs, it was impossible. It was too far away,
too remote it seemed. I was being drawn towards them. I wanted to see
it better, to hear the sounds of my mom's mouth working that dick. I
wanted to smell them, taste their arousal on the air. I had to see
clearly what my mom was doing. I wanted to see what she looked like
with her pretty black face impaled on Michael's thick white cock.

    "Kylie, hey baby." Michael didn't even blink when he saw me coming
slowly down the stairs and he pushed my mom's head back down, keeping
her from getting up.

    "Oh my God!" I gasped and I was cumming, right then and there,
flooding my panties with girl goo as I saw my mom's wide stretched
lips sliding down that long pale shaft.

    Michael had my mom's dress up, around her hips and waist, and he
had her white panties pulled to the side so he could finger her cunt
while she sucked him. It was unbelievably obscene and I just
collapsed, literally falling on my ass to the floor as my whole body
shuddered with the best orgasm of my life. I was so lost.

    "Keep sucking, mom...Show your little girl how much you love white
cock." Michael said, digging his fingers into her thick kinky hair,
moving her mouth up and down slowly while he grinned at me.

    "Mmmphhh...." My mom moaned and wriggled her ass, squeezing her
thighs against my boyfriend's fingers as he worked her cunt slowly,
spreading mom's dark labia so I could see the bright pink interior,
all wet and juicing.

    "Get your clothes off, Kylie." Michael was saying and I blinked at
him through the haze of pleasure that surrounded me. "I'm going to
collect on our bet now."

    "Wha...What?" I breathed.

"Don't worry, your slut mom's gonna help. Right, bitch?" He lifted my
mom's mouth away so she could nod and lick her lips.

    "Do what he says, Kylie..." Mom looked at me and she was almost
unrecognizable. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth wet and shiny with
precum and spit and this wasn't the mom I'd grown up with. Not by a
long shot!

    "Mom?" I shook my head and all those conflicting emotions were
driving me crazy.

    "I'm going to fuck your slut of a daughter, mom." Michael brought
his wet fingers from my mom's pussy, pushing them into her mouth.
"Break her nigger cherry with my white dick, how about that?"

    "Ummmphh...yesssss..." My mom groaned, sucking and licking her own
juices from Michael's fingers while I stared at them.

    "Mom?" I breathed, like that was the only word I could say. My
head wobbling on my shoulders like a bobble doll. "What are you
doing?"

    "Kylie, oh..." She blinked at me, as if just now realizing I was
really there, sitting on the floor not five feet away and watching
them.

    "She's sucking my dick." Michael chuckled, pushing my mom's mouth
down once more on his fat erection. "Guess what? Mom's a black slut
for white cock, Kylie. Just like you."

    "Oh God." I giggled and I didn't know why. I should have been
throwing a fit or something. I should have screamed and slapped his
face, my mom's too, but I didn't. I was excited beyond belief, seeing
my mom doing that. Watching her happily mouth a white cock and get her
pussy fingered in her own home by my boyfriend.

    I was sick, no doubt about it, maybe we all were. Like possessed
by some devil that knew all of our secret desires. My mom was getting
off on it, not just on having sex with a white man, but getting
caught. She was looking at me, her eyes turned to see me as I stared
at her. She wanted me to catch her. Mom hadn't protested at all. She
hadn't worried that I might come home and catch them. She wanted it
and that made my heart pound even faster because I realized I'd wanted
to my boyfriend fucking her all along.

    My mom, the prejudiced bitch who'd done her very best to keep me
away from white boys my whole life was a hypocrite of the worst sort.
An unfaithful wife who loved white cock behind my daddy's back. It was
all just an act, a big charade so we wouldn't get suspicious. Mom
pretending to be disgusted by black girls who had white boyfriends and
husbands, but all the while she was wanting it too. And not just
wanting it, she was doing it!

    "Get your clothes off, Kylie." Michael was telling me and he was
getting my mom naked, working her dress off mom's shoulders and down
her black sexy body.

    Mom kept sucking all the while, moving as she had to in order to
bare herself completely. The dress came off while I removed my jeans
and blouse. Mom's bra hit the floor the same time mine did and then
our panties. Michael peeled them down my mom's ebony legs the same
time I was kicking off my own. Mother and daughter, both of us naked
and wet and desperate for white cock.

    I licked my lips and crawled close as my mom had slid completely
off the sofa by then. We knelt side by side and Michael was laughing
at us, holding both of our heads in his hands, pulling my mother and I
cheek to cheek as I began licking at the shaft of the man's cock,
kissing and sucking at it while my mom worked her tongue around the
head. He worked us around like he owned us, sliding his cock between
our faces into my mouth and then back into my mom's. He was mouth
fucking the both of us while we worked our mouths against him and each
other, mouth fucking that big white dick like we were starving for it.

    "Give Kylie some, mom. See how good she sucks." Michael said,
pulling my mom's mouth away and pushing my open mouth down the swollen
shaft.

    "Suck it, Kylie." Mom breathed and I felt her hand on my back and
neck, up to my head as she helped guide me up and down on my
boyfriend's cock.

    "Yeah, show your slutty girl how to do it, mom." Michael sighed
and then a moment later he was pulling my mom's head back down. "Suck
my balls, whore. Get your nigger lips around my nuts...I want them all
warmed for your little girl."

    I moaned as I watched my mom take Michael's lightly furred
testicles into her mouth, sucking and washing them eagerly with her
tongue while I sucked his cock. I had my hand on her back as well,
although I didn't remember doing that. I was stroking my mom's dark
skin, working my fingers down, along her curving spine and somehow I
was reaching for her pussy. I rubbed across her tight puckered asshole
and lower until I rubbed her cunt with my fingertips, feeling it wet
and hot, swollen with excitement. I slipped a finger between my
mother's labia and inside her, drawing a happy moan as she mouthed
Michael's balls.

    "That's enough..." Michael breathed, pulling us both away from his
cock and I licked my lips, feeling feverish and dizzy. "Give your slut
some love, mom."

    He was pulling us together, turning us and my finger came free of
her cunt as my mom's mouth suddenly found mine and we were kissing
hard. I hadn't expected or even wanted it, never before in my life,
but now...I felt my mom's tongue filling my mouth and my arms went
instinctively around her. We were kneeling upright, our tits pressed
together, my hands on mom's black ass while her own fingers dug deeply
into the round firm globes of my own butt. We pulled ourselves close,
enough so that our tummies touched and then the swell of our sex. Our
cunts were practically rubbing and I could feel her pubic hair matted
with moisture against my skin.

    We made out like that for several minutes until Michael was
separating us, moving us so that I was sitting on the sofa with my
legs spread wide, my virgin pussy exposed and vulnerable. My mother
was next to me and Michael was naked now, his long thick cock ruddy
with passion. He was going to fuck me now, going to collect on the bet
I'd lost and I was both frightened and nervous, and everything was a
confusion for my senses.

    "Time for a taste of that cherry pie, baby." Michael said,
stroking his cock slowly, teasing me with it. "This is what you been
saving it for, isn't it?"

    "Oh Jesus...Michael..." I breathed. "...I don't..."

    "It's okay, Kylie." Mom was playing with my tits and she pulled my
face to hers, kissing my lips. "It's going to feel good. That big
white cock in your little black pussy."

    "Mommy?" I giggled because this was crazy.

    "I love getting fucked by hard white cocks." Mom told me. "You're
going to love it too."

    "Yeah, Kylie's gonna love this." Michael chuckled and he was
getting between my spread thighs, kneeling on the floor and putting
his big dick on my tummy, so it lay there from the top of my slit
nearly up to my belly button. I could feel his hot heavy shaft rubbing
my aching clit and his heavy sperm filled balls fell low and right up
against my splayed cunt.

    "It won't fit." I stared at that huge prick. "No way."

    "It'll fit, baby." Mom promised reaching down and taking Michael's
cock in her hand, stroking it slowly now.

    "Yeah, you're gonna stretch for me, bitch." Michael agreed. "Put
it in her, mom. Put my big cock inside your little girl."

    "Oh God! This is insane!" I protested, but I didn't move or try to
get away as my own mother guided the head of Michael's penis to my
virgin hole.

    She rubbed the smooth pinkish head up and down my slit, mixing
Michael's precum with my own girl juices as they ran from my wanton
hole. My plump black labia split around the glans to reveal the bright
pink interior of my chaste sex. I was trembling with nervous
anticipation, my tummy so tightly knotted that I was afraid I was
going to be sick. Michael was smiling confidently, laughing lightly as
he watched my mom feed me my very first cock. A white one no less.

    "Just relax, Kylie." Mom whispered. "I was fifteen the first time
I fucked a white man and it was so good! I can't believe you waited
this long."

    "W-What?" I blinked at her, panting for air and trying to relax.
They were teasing me, just playing that cock around the outside of my
cunt. It was a torture and I felt my pussy throbbing with desire. I
felt so empty suddenly, like it was a real thing, a genuine need to be
filled like I'd never been before. My hips moved all by themselves,
wanting to feel it inside me.

    "A boy from school, oh...He fucked me so good, Kylie." Mom breathed,
her eyes glazed with lust as she stared down at my body, at my sex as
it opened like a wild black orchid for Michael's beautiful white
prick.

    "Fuck you're hot in there." Michael sighed. "I'm not even inside
you yet and I can feel it!"

    "He fucked me every day after school." My mom licked my cheek,
drawing my eyes to hers. "He took my virginity and I loved it. That
white cock inside me, Kylie...And when he came. Ohhhh..."

    "D-Daddy wasn't your...First?" I asked my mom, trying to understand
what my mom was telling me. Mom had told me he was, that she'd saved
herself for someone special. For my dad.

    "Your dad?" Mom giggled like she was crazy and kissed me, working
that cock against my clit and making me shudder with pleasure. "He
wasn't even close to being the first."

    "Ohhh..." I whimpered.

    "Put it in her...Gimme that nigger cherry of hers, bitch!" Michael
demanded impatiently and he was reaching for my hips as I sat there,
slid down with my ass half off the sofa now, ready for him to fuck me.

    "I didn't let your dad fuck me until I knew I was already
pregnant." Mom sighed. "Then I had to let him do it..."

    "What?" I gasped and jerked and then I went stiff as I felt
Michael's cock pushing inside me, stretching the entrance to my womb
slowly but surely.

    "I told him it was his so he'd marry me." Mom nodded, whispering
and even licking my ear. "Thank God you came out black!"

    She was laughing like she was drunk or high or something and I
felt the same way. I was groaning loudly as I felt Michael's cock find
my hymen, just inside my pussy and not very deep at all. He felt it
too, that thin barrier of flesh that proved my innocence, that I'd
saved so long and so carefully. His cockhead was right up against and
he was smiling at me, asking me if I was ready and before I could
answer my mother clamped her mouth on mine, her tongue filling my
confused mouth as Michael thrust into me hard, driving his thick
member through my maidenhead with a sharp pain that filled my whole
body.

    I gasped into my mom's mouth and my body jerked, my arms going
around her so that I could hug the woman tightly. It hurt, but not
terribly. The sharpness fled quickly, leaving behind a dull burning,
like a deep cramp as my pussy was stretched around Michael's cock. He
was pushing relentlessly, not stopping until his cock was buried
inside my body completely. My legs went around him instinctively, my
ankles locked behind his back as I tried to get more of him inside my
shivering body. I was out of breath and so tense, fighting that
penetration uselessly until I felt his cock nudging the bottom of my
sex, the tip finding my cervix like an electric shock that expelled
the breath I was holding violently.

    "Ohhh...Fuck!" I gasped and mom was holding me, bending her mouth to
my breast, kissing and sucking my nipples.

    Michael held my hips, pulling and pushing now, savoring the
tightness of my cunt as it struggled to keep him deep or keep him out,
as if I were undecided and wanted both all at once. He was fucking me,
driving that cock inside my cunt, right up to his balls with every
long stroke; while my mother did everything she could to make it feel
good. Her fingers reached down to find my clitoris, hard and buzzing
with sexual energy and she rubbed it with quick small circles, the
hard thick shaft of Michael's cock sliding in and out just beneath it.

    I was going to cum, with the outrageous pleasure of my boyfriend
and my mother, both of them fucking me like that. It was intense and
insane and I had no reason left in my mind. I was lost like a rag doll
being used. I could only cling to my mom, hugging her and kissing her
while she bit my breasts now, pinching me with her teeth and I arched
my back against that sharp, wonderful sensation. I came hard and fast
and repeatedly, my pussy spasming around the cock inside me. All the
pain and discomfort was being washed away and all I could feel was the
goodness of being filled with a huge white cock.

    "Cum inside her..." My mom was saying, urging Michael to fill me
with his sperm. "Her first time...Put your sperm inside!"

    "I'm not...Protected..." I breathed, all dizzy and giddy with the
euphoria of my orgasms.

    "Good!" Michael laughed. "I'm gonna knock your black ass up,
bitch!"

    "Yeah, fuck her good. Show her how good white cock feels!" Mom was
giggling and her mouth was on my tummy and then lower, she was kissing
my clit and the union of Michael's cock and my cunt. She was licking
us, bringing us closer.

    "Oh no..." I gasped.

    "Give her a white baby." Mom moaned. "So everybody knows she loves
fucking white boys!"

    "Yeah, whore...I'll give you a white baby..." Michael breathed.

    "So her daddy knows what a slut for white cock his daughter is!"
Mommy breathed around my clit and then sucked it hard to bring me a
jolt of screaming ecstasy.

    "Mommmmm...Oh fuck!" I was cumming again and then in the middle of
that glorious haze I felt Michael's cock jerking inside me, the
indistinct warmth of his sperm as it flooded me. He was shooting right
up against my cervix, filling my fertile womb with his potent seed.

    "Yeah...Cunt! Take it all, Kylie!" Michael groaned and he'd stopped
moving, just holding himself deep while his balls emptied.

    "God, that's sexy!" Mom kissed my black belly, knowing that just
beneath my skin and flesh, in the tight hot depths of my pussy, a
little white baby was being made.
    Mom was loving me, loving this as much as any of us and now we
shared the same secrets, the same lusts for white cock. I was writhing
with the rapture of it, unable to comprehend the awful truth that my
daddy wasn't my father, that I was half white. That thought, like so
many others, demanded much more attention than my feverish brain could
deliver. I took all the sperm Michael's balls could deliver, my womb
bathing in it now and he held me for a long while, smiling happily
while my mother split her attentions between us. I watched her kiss my
boyfriend hard, tongue fucking his mouth while the man's cock still
leaked sperm inside my deflowered sex.

    "How about you, mom?" Michael chuckled breathlessly. "Are you
protected?"

    "No." My mom smiled up at him, resting a flushed cheek on my
tummy. "I think I'm ovulating."

    "Heh...Like mother like daughter, you nigger whores are all the
same." Michael chuckled and I laughed, knowing that soon enough I'd be
feeding that big white cock into my mom's hot black cunt.

    It was gonna be so much fun being pregnant with her.


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