
Title: Mother's Secret
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: Chapter 1 of 1
Keywords: f/f, F/F, submission, interracial, humiliation
Redistribution: yes, with limitations (see below)
Short Summary: Black daughter discovers mother's strange 
submissiveness to white women and her own desires as well.


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Mother's Secret



It was when I was 14 that I discovered something quite 
shocking about my mother. Something a young, black teenage girl 
like me never expects to find. Something so unexpected, and mind 
twisting that I could only drop my jaw and look on. I had been 
rummaging through the attic for almost half an hour looking for 
some of my mother's old dresses when I came across that 
yellowish envelope. It wasn't easy to find, and if I hadn't knocked 
over a few boxes by accident, her secret would still be safe today.

But today was the day her secret revealed itself, the day I curiously 
picked up the envelope and opened it. What would our lives have 
been like if I never had done so? Normal perhaps, very very 
normal. I'm glad I will never know a normal life :-)

As fate would have it, my fingers were soon pulling out the glossy 
pictures. Instantly my jaw dropped and my knees grew weak when 
I saw the first picture hidden inside it.

Let me explain to you a little about my family. My gorgeous 
mother is a youthful 38 year black woman. I had always admired 
her growing up and was happy she was my mom. Never any 
complaints outside of the normal ones all kids have with parents. 
My father, being in the military, was often away in Germany while 
we stayed behind in the States. I once asked my mom why we 
didn't join daddy at the army base, but she told me it wasn't 
a place to raise a young girl. That young girl was me, and by 
fourteen I was a young woman. Despite how my mother treated 
me, the budding breasts in the mirror said so.

But this story really isn't about me. Its about my mother, who some 
twenty years ago was totally nude for the camera. Her naked black 
body tied down to each corner of a bed post. Her afro covered head 
looking on with great interest and passion as some rounded object 
neared her open dark thighs. I stood looking at the first picture for 
five minutes, forgetting to breath several times. I was awed by both 
my mother's apparent naked beauty, and her un-motherly exposure. 
It took all five of those minutes before I noticed the hand actually 
holding the object near my mother's glistening sex. It was a white 
hand...with pink nail polish. Quickly I flipped to the next image 
and gasped.

My mother's mouth was open and her eyes shut closed as the stick 
like object very clearly wedged up against her wet crotch. I didn't 
know it at the time the significance of a glistening pussy, but there 
it was all moist and eager for the touch of the stick's rounded 
end. I still couldn't see much more of the woman holding the stick, 
except for a wire attached to the back of it. Obviously it was some 
sort of electrical device. Was my mother in pain or...pleasure?

Again I flipped to the next image. Finally there she was, the white 
woman's face. I'll never forget that face. One of total superiority 
and cockiness, looking on at my mother withering in her bonds as 
the long white plastic stick pressed harder against her vagina. I still 
couldn't tell if she was crying or moaning. 

Why would she be moaning?

I looked back at the white woman, who was every bit the age my 
mother was in the picture. I guessed the both of them were in their 
late teens, but had no clue where or when this photo really was.

I flipped through the next few pictures, five in all. Each one of 
them similar yet more graphic than the other. One had her thrusting 
her hips up towards the stick with her mouth wide open. Another 
had the white girl sitting on her face, nude white thighs hugging 
the sides of her head still holding the stick firmly against mom's 
crotch while she pulled mom's stiff dark left nipple with her other 
hand. I couldn't tell what she was making my mother do under 
there. Certainly it must have been hard to breath?

A powerful mixture of confusion, anger, and excited filled me as I 
got to the last picture and started over again. It was like a mini 
movie, with many pauses.

Downstairs my mother was making a vanilla cake when I stood 
behind her and held the pictures in my hands. I will never forget 
the look on her face when she turned around and focused on what I 
held. Her eyes went wide and her hands shook with worry.

So that's the day I found out about her little white secret. About 
how my mother, a young beautiful black woman in college, fell to 
her knees for her arrogant white roommate. She sat me at the 
kitchen table and carefully explained to me life back when she was 
a student. Back when blacks were still considered second class 
citizens even after the civil rights era had passed. So she had 
grown up surrounded by whites who considered themselves 'better' 
than herself, and according to mom that kind of self appointed 
arrogance can be very attractive to some.

I sat there opened mouthed as she explained this shameful theory 
to me. That she and others willingly submitted to the power whites 
held over them because they were perversely 'attracted' to their 
forced supremacy.

I looked down at the pictures as she continued, explaining why she 
wound up nude on her own dorm room bed, tied down like an 
animal. Why her white roommate took great glee in teasing my 
mother's sex with the stick (which I later found out was a crude 
electric vibrator). And finally, why my mother submissively 
allowed it all to happen, while her roommate's boyfriend took 
those damming pictures.

"I was attracted to her power, her whiteness.", she looked at me 
ashamed. "She was so haughty and arrogant. To a black girl 
growing up in those times, I couldn't help but feel submissive to 
her. She quickly discovered my willingness and took advantage of 
it for the rest of my freshman year."

"So you liked it?" I said critically.

She didn't speak, only nodding her head and looking at her hands.

"Mom, what are you two doing in this last picture? Why is she 
sitting on your face?"

"I was..." Mother looked like she was going to throw up, "orally 
stimulating her?"

"What's that?" I asked naively.

"I was licking...her vagina..." I wish you could have seen my face, 
even more filled with total shock. I had never thought about two 
women being together in such a manner. I mean what girl would 
ever want to touch another's coochie with her tongue?

"So what happened to her and you after your freshman year?"

"She wanted me to move into an apartment with her and her 
boyfriend. So told me how wonderful it would be to spend all my 
free time serving her, maybe even earning my keep as her maid." I 
could see the look of contempt for the first time on her face. "I 
knew full well that I would quickly loose myself to her if I indeed 
moved in with her, so I said no! Thank goodness I did! I'd hate to 
think how my life would have ended up being her black maid".

My mom was by now visibly upset. Its clear she frowned on her 
younger days, regretting her submissiveness to a simple white 
college girl. While she was mentally cursing her early passiveness, 
I took one last look at the third photograph. That dark afro face, 
eyes closed and lower lip being bitten. The vibrator wedged right 
up against her hairy dark bush as her white roommate laughs 
supremely.

I don't know what my mother did with those photographs after our 
little talk. I handed them back to her willingly, figuring she needed 
to deal with them personally. I did refrain from asking her one 
question that has been eating away at me ever since; Why had she 
saved those pictures in the attic all those years to begin with?


It was two years later that I truly began to understand my mother's 
strange college compulsion. I know full well that blacks and whites 
are equal in every regard, but the willingness to submit to those 
who 'imagine' themselves more superior is not deniable. My 
mother did it for her arrogant white roommate, and my friend 
Ashley did it for me. Yes you heard me right. Ashley, a somewhat 
attractive white girl who is my personal little plaything.

You see unlike when my mother was growing up, where whites 
were superior, times have definitely changed. White people today 
wont admit it, but many of them totally get off being submissive to 
a strong willed black person.

I didn't realize it right away when I first met Ashley. She was a 
simple white girl who attended one of my high school classes. I 
didn't pay much attention to her occasional looks, or lack of breath 
when I passed her in the halls. That was until she finally asked if I 
wanted to study together with her for a test. The look in her eye 
should have told me something was up. She had such a submissive, 
lustful look about her. Naturally I said yes, seeing how I could 
always use a smart white gal in my back pocket.

I never had any intention of taking advantage of her. To me, she 
was simply a smart girl to get me ahead. The fact that she came to 
me made me no wiser. Two nights later I found myself knocking 
on her house door. I was let into the well kept middle class home 
and was introduced to Ashley's mother Samantha. I thought 
nothing of her, except that she was the mother of my new test 
buddy. She was tall, and eloquent. A certain no nonsense manner 
about her. A manner that my mother has lacked ever since I knew 
her.

For the next two hours that we studied in her room, Ashley was 
quite the weird girl. Bless her for trying so hard to get me to act on 
her submissive desires. At the drop of a hat she'd run along to fetch 
me a cola from the fridge, or offer me her desk to work at while 
she sat on the uncomfortable floor. I did my part however 
unnoticed by me. I treated her with mild indifference and rarely 
gave her a thanks. In a way, I sort of felt I was entitled.

"Go stand on your head with your shirt off!" <giggles>
"Flash your pink butt through the window at the old couple on the 
side walk!" <giggles>
"Lick my black feet you nasty white bitch!"

Oh don't get so turned on. You know very well a 16 year old black 
girl doesn't entertain such ideas in her head right off the bat. It took 
time for me to fully make use of my future white toy. Truth is at 
that moment I couldn't very well imagine how a 'superior' black 
girl should handle her 'inferior' whitey, and neither did she. She 
was just happy to be in my presence and I enjoyed her loyal 
attention. Those phrases you just heard would become common 
place in the not too distant future however. It was almost 
impossible not to discover how she'd do almost ANYTHING I told 
her. 

Such a submissive twit!

I can remember the first time I brought her to my home. The look 
on my mother's face when she saw my new friend. At that point, I 
had not realized the potential in the relationship and so greeted her 
to mom as my equal.

"Mom this is Ashley from school. We're going to study upstairs 
ok?"

See that? Simple, innocent, non sexual. Just two teens getting 
together for the benefit of school work. Than why was there that 
curios look on my mom's face? One of almost regret and 
disappointment. What was she thinking? It wasn't until we were 
halfway upstairs that I realized with mixed feelings.

I very quickly reminded myself about the pictures from the attic. It 
had been two years since that discovery and I had almost forgotten 
all about them by now. The images of my mom tied to the bed, 
eagerly submitting sexually to a 'superior' white woman. I looked 
back at Ashley, who was carefully trailing me up the stairs. This 
was the first white girl I had ever invited to my house. Did mom 
possibly believe I was submitting myself to this white girl? That I 
would go upstairs, get tied down and gasp as some modern day 
vibrator thingy is crammed against my dark sex lips?

NOT ON YOUR ASS!

I turned around and continued leading my 'pet in the making' to my 
room. I wish I could say anger was what was swarming through 
my head, but it was revenge. A deep, justified sense of revenge, on 
my mother's behalf. Twenty years ago, mother felt she wasn't good 
enough to be in the same room as her white roommate, and so 
ended up on her knees because of it. Now years later, this white 
girl was in my home. For the first time I realized just how willing 
and submissive she had been. Here I had a shy white girl in my 
own home, with my mother's dignity and honor begging to be 
redeemed.

As I closed the door behind us, Ashley's days of being my 'equal' 
were over. In an instant I turned equal white Ashley into what my 
mother once was, a personal slut! MY personal white slut! I LOVE 
change!

"Ashley, you know what would be really great?", she looked up at 
me with a perky eager face from her books. "If you could message 
my aching feet?"

There was a brief sigh of excitement escaping from her lips, then 
in a flash she was at my feet, removing my shoes and socks, 
rubbing them like they deserved to be rubbed. Mmmm, 
personal slut indeed.

I don't know how many of you out there know this, but as anyone 
will tell you, the simple act of one girl willingly rubbing another 
girl's feet is an unspoken acceptance of submission. As she kept 
rubbing, I started talking about different things. Things like 
black girls at school, and white girls who shy away from them. 
Girls like Ashley! She just hung with wet lips at my every word, 
nodding in agreement with everything.

"Ashley, that foot rubbing is totally awesome. But you know what 
would really make them feel great?"

In another moment, I moaned in delight as those salivating wet lips 
sucked on my big toe. I just leaned back and enjoyed it. Totally 
thrilled that I was actually getting her to do it, and redeeming my 
mother's lost pride. Halfway through her second set of toes, I heard 
a sudden noise on the other side of my door. I looked down at the 
crack and saw my mother's shadow on the other side, undoubtingly 
listening to every word.

"Ashley, you like sucking my black toes don't you?"

"Hu uh!" She mumbled with my toes still lodged in her hungry 
worshiping mouth.

"Do you enjoy making me feel good?"

Again she mumbled her approval.

"Would you like to keep making me feel good more often?"

There was a slight pause, then a slow nod yes.

"I think we're going to have a lot more of these study session from 
now on!" She responded by licking the soles of my feet with out 
being asked.

That night I didn't see my mother as Ashley and I left my room. 
Like I said before, there was only so much I could think of to get 
this white slut to do for me. No cunt eating, or tit fondling. Young 
teens just don't think of that. No thank comes later with age.

As I said, mother was nowhere to be found as we came out of my 
room. I led her downstairs and out the door, where her mother was 
waiting patiently outside to pick her up. I grabbed her cute white 
butt from behind and pinched it as she walked passed me, her 
mother waving naively from the car.

"Mother?" I shouted after the car had pulled away, "where are 
you?" I found her not long afterwards in the bathroom. When she 
finally opened the door to my banging, a definite musk emanated 
from inside, which had me quite confused.

"Are you ok mom? What were you doing in there?" My mother's 
black face still managed a blush as she brushed past me without 
saying a word.

Over the next couple of weeks I slide into my dominating role over 
Ashley more and more, while she perfected her role as my white 
toy. We moved on from foot licking, to finger sucking, to breast 
baring hand stands, and finally to flashing her tight white butt at 
people through windows! She did it all with all the shame and none 
of the resistance.

SO you keep asking: What about the standard white girl's face 
between black girl's thighs? Again, not even on the horizon yet. I 
had a lot more fun getting her to be my servant than anything else. 
It wasn't until I thought more about my mom's masturbating 
sessions that I found anything sexual about our relationship. You 
see during one of Ashley's last visits, while Ashley was kissing my 
black feet with her lips, I held my breath just long enough to hear 
the squishing sounds of another set of wet lips. My mother was 
'MASTURBATING' just outside my room! To ME dominating this 
silly white girl! Why would she be doing that? Did this...excite 
her? Her daughter dominating a white girl? Until this moment I 
only was trying to get revenge for what happened to mom in 
college. Suddenly, I saw Ashley's foot kissing in a slightly more 
erotic light. No longer a kid dominating another, but a black teen 
dominating a white teen. For the first time my pussy twitched also.

Until now mom had yet to say a word to me about any of this. 
Never mind that I was clearly having my way with this white girl, 
and mom's sex manipulation outside my room were beyond 
obvious, it all had a non-official atmosphere to it. 

So when I finally asked her frankly why was it she masturbated to 
us, she almost freaked.

"I DO NOT...do...such a...thing!" Not very convincing.

"Moooooom! Please tell me. I don't understand! Why do you do 
it?"

She looked long and hard at me, hoping that my teenage attention 
span would kick in and have me run off to other tasks. But I didn't 
budge.

"Because its...!" I looked at her with a blank stare as she continued, 
"When I was your age I would get so easily pushed around by the 
white girls at school. They saw me as a black animal and treated 
me as such. I feel so stupid looking back at it now, but back 
then I ate it all up. I was so dame eager for them to tease me and 
tell me what to do. I always did. And now, look at you. My very 
own daughter, turning the tables and doing EXACTLY what white 
girls once did to me. And it makes me feel that much more stupid."

"Mother but why?"

"Because my own daughter has more self respect than I ever had. I 
look at you and Ashley and I realize I was just as pathetic as I 
thought. You'd never let my former white roommate strip you, tie 
you to your own bed, stick vibrators against your crotch, sit on 
your face, and THANK her for it! You have too much pride in 
yourself and in your race. Something your dear old mommy still 
doesn't have!"

I looked compassionately at her. Poor thing still thought she was 
back in the 70's. In an instant a plan was forming. One that I just 
knew would solve my mom's inferiority complex around white 
women once and for all.

"Mom look. Times have changed. Things have changed. Back 
when you were in college, blacks were in awe of whites because 
they acted like they were kings and queens. But things change. 
Today many of them are in awe of us, and that's why I have little 
white Ashley on her knees!"

"SO?"

"SO...now's your chance to get your revenge!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Ashley's Mom!!!"

Her eyes went very wide.

"If Ashley can fall to her knees for me, than her mom surely will 
for you."

"Don't be ridicules!"

"It'll work mom. She's a white woman. All white women are just 
like YOU used to be. I'm sure of it. Make her pay for what 
happened back in college. Make her YOUR sexual plaything, like 
you were for your roommate." 

I could see the wheels turning in her head, her eyes still wide with 
the implications....and fear!

"You told me how much those days eat at you now. How you wish 
things could have been different. That you wouldn't have allowed 
yourself to be humiliated and degraded during a time of great 
unfairness and discrimination. Now here's your chance!"

There was a long pause, where neither one of us said anything. We 
just stared at each other until that one word escaped her 
lips..."How?" I smiled and gave her a hug. I knew this was going 
to work, and my mother would finally get redemption for herself 
and her daughter.

The plan was simple. Ashley would come to my home after school 
like normal, only this time, when her mother comes to pick her up, 
we're not going to be there. Instead we'll be at the mall shopping 
like normal teenage girls do. While we're out, Samantha will get 
invited into the home, where my mom will do her magic. The 
magic is simple. Take charge! Take command. Put that white cunt 
in her place from the get go. By the time we'd get back, mom 
would have submissive white Samantha eating out of her hand...or 
hopefully something else!

It was five days later when this event finally happened. I never had 
Ashley over more than two days in a row, out of fear that her 
mother would really suspect something between us, so it was 
with great anticipation for mom and I both that we wait for the 
right day. But like clockwork Ashley arrived at my house good and 
early and I soon drove mom's car to the mall. Just before we left 
the house I gave her a kiss on the cheek and wished her good luck, 
I could tell she was nervous. She smiled and told me not too worry. 
It was time she took back her black dignity. I was never more 
proud of my mother!

I got such a kick that afternoon shopping with Ashley. You should 
have seen the look on her face when we walked into the animal 
shop and I joked about getting a collar for her. Her weak knees 
were all I needed to see to buy them. But overall we had a great 
time just like if we were friends. I almost had forgotten all about 
my mother's conquest. I wondered how she was doing. I bet she 
already had Samantha crawling around the house in her underwear, 
swatting her big white butt with a rolled up newspaper. Or maybe 
puckering up those white lips to kiss my mom's black feet just like 
I made Ashley. In any event, in today's cultural climate, how could 
Samantha resist submitting to my mom? Mom had it easier than 
she knew.

After another hour I simply couldn't take it anymore. I dragged 
Ashley back to the car and in no time we were driving home. My 
cunny was wet as hell at all the anticipation. I was finally going to 
see my mom get vindicated. I looked over to Ashley with a wicked 
smile but the only thing she knew was that she'd get another dose 
of foot licking when we get back!

We soon arrived at my home and sure enough Samantha's car was 
in the drive way. Ashley had a look of concern and disappointment 
on her face when she saw it. She wanted to play with me before 
she had to go back home. She had NO idea.

I practically skipped to the front door, holding my breath as I 
unlocked it and slowly went inside.

<SLAP> Was the first sound I heard echoing from inside the 
house, followed by a cry of pain. My eyes grew wide as I scanned 
the living room, listening for where the noise was coming from.

<SLAP><SLAP><SLAP> More cries. Very quickly I looked up 
and realized it was coming from upstairs. With Ashley tailing 
behind me, we moved quickly upstairs and to my mother's 
bedroom where the sound emanated. There we held our breath and 
listened.

<SLAP> "Owwwwwwwweeeeee" <Sniff><Sniff>!

Suddenly my eyes went wide as I realized who it was who was 
crying in pain....

Slowly I cracked the unlocked door open, and the two of use 
peered inside. Sitting on the floor, butt naked, with her knees up 
and spread was my dear sweet mom.

<Slap><Slap>! "OWWWWWWWWWWWW THANK YOU!!!" 
Professed my mother as Samantha slapped both my mother's 
brown inner thighs with the flip flop in her hand, all the while my 
mom busily fingered her gushing sex, with the college pictures 
spread out before her on the floor, <Slap><Slap>!

I closed the door and shook my head lightly in disappointment 
before taking Ashley by the hand to lead her to my room. I now 
realize that indeed some things never change. Mommy now has her 
white Mistress to serve, and I have my white slut!


The End!
Mother's Secret


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