But Mom, He's Black! Pt. 01

"I can see what you're both saying," Stone agreed.

"But Jewish men are different," continued Maddie, sitting down, "They tend to be pudgy, short, probably balding. And then of course, there's cock size."

"Cock size has got to be a huge part of race and sex," inferred the Congressman.

"Absolutely. And Jewish men tend me have some of the smallest and least satisfying cocks of all the races."

"Is that true?" asked Stone.

"Ask Sondra, she was married to a Jewish man, and they had a son together." They two looked to Sondra.

"Well, yes," she admitted, "He wasn't very big at all."

"How big?" asked Maddie, holding her hands about six inches apart. "Like this?"

"No, smaller." Maddie moved her hands together a little more. "This?" "Smaller." She moved them about three inches apart. "This?" "That looks about right."

"Why, that's incredibly small!" declared Stone.

"That really is!" Maddie said, herself in disbelief. It's not as if she had seen a lot of white cocks anyway.

Sondra was growing bolder, and so she went on.

"And Chaz, my son," she began, "He's even smaller."

Maddie bursted out into a laugh.

"Is Chaz really even smaller than that?"

"He is. I've noticed before on vacations, showers, you name it."

The three of them shot a look up at the lit window of Chaz's bedroom, where he was still working, oblivious to them out here. They sat quiet for a moment, all of them beginning to feel the buzz of the drinks Sondra had served.

"What about blacks?" asked Congressman Stone.

"Well, what about blacks?" Maddie returned.

"In terms of size."

"Well, in my experience, blacks tend to have some of the largest and most potent cocks."

Experience? wondered Sondra. What kind of spectacular beauty was this girl?

"Interesting," replied Stone.

"What, is this news to you?" Maddie asked, "I would think that you, as a black man, would be totally aware of this face."

"In a sense, I was," admitted the Congressman, "But you don't seem to understand black culture very much."

"I'm sorry?"

"Well, it's not about having a bigger more potent cocks," the slightly drunk Stone continued, "It's just about being bigger more potent people."

"Go on," Maddie inquired, intrigued.

"Sex is a part of it, and so having large amazing members is a part of it. But it's about being athletic, strong, powerful in every way. Look at the black man in the presidency. Look at our athletes, and our best movie stars. They're all black citizens, striving and showing superiority at every corner."

Maddie let Congressman Stone's words seep in. They sounded to her correct, it explained a lot of Reshawn's behavior, for one.

"So you're saying," asked Sondra, "That blacks are just trying to be better and stronger in every way?"

"Not that they're trying," said Stone, "That they are better and stronger in every way."

Sondra was interested, getting slightly drunk, and shown courage by Maddie's own display.

"So what does that really mean?" she asked.

"You have a white son, right?" he asked. Sondra nodded. "For instance, does he ever use this pool?"

"Never," Sondra admitted, taking another sip, "I tan out here, but he spends all his time in his room."

"That's precisely it," Stone argued, "White men, Jewish men, they're not interested in the right kind of strength or power. I swim thirty laps every day and it keeps my body rock solid.

"I work out every day too," Maddie added. "I as well," said Sondra.

"And while a white man would find a way to avoid a challenge, to get out of it, a black man would never step down."

"I don't understand that," Sondra said.

"Watch." Congressman Stone stood up and started to undress. He got down to just his underwear, and the women could start to see what he meant. His body was not just muscular, strong, and well toned: it was like that of a God. His black skin was so shiny, his muscles were so big and powerful. Neither of them failed to notice the incredibly snakelike bulge that stretched and fought at his tight briefs.

"Watch," Stone repeated. He lept into the pool and began to swim laps and an amazing speed. The force with which he shoveled water was like that of a speed boat. The two sexy women stared intensely at him as he swam. They were both being taken in by the sheer display of force and power that the swimming black man could display.

When he was done, he emerged from the water dripping wet with chlorine and his own sweat. He looked half like some perfect man, and half like some perfect God.

"Power means showing that power," he said, and the ladies nodded. His bulking near-nude body traversed over to the table again. This time, he stood hulking over Maddie, dripping down onto the pavement next to her. Maddie stared up at his powerful eyes, then at his slippery hard body that was just inches from her seat.

Maddie stood up, but she didn't come close to the towering height of the man. Slowly, wordlessly, she began to walk away, towards the swimming pool, giving Sondra and Stone a view of her perfect ass swaying with each step.

Maddie turned around again, the glow of the pool behind her illuminating her body. She began now to shed her own clothes, down to her bra containing her small round tits, and a thong that displayed her perfect butt like a fancy dish prepared by some famous chef.

But even that didn't last long. She slipped her fingers under the straps on her shoulders, dropped the bra to the ground revealing her hard nipples on her fine tits, and then pulled and snapped the elastic string on her waist until the nude figure of Maddie stood at the edge of the pool, glowing blue from the underwater light like an ancient Greek goddess.

She slipped her smooth white body in the pool where she floated in the water. Wet and dripping, she swam for a few moments before coming to the edge of the pool and thrusting her torso over the side towards the table. Her bare tits glistening with water, and her wet stringy hair made her look like an elegant mermaid.

Stone came over to where Maddie pressed up against with her elbows, and dropped his wet underwear. Sondra could see his black taut behind, and though his legs, the long thick hard shaft of his beastly black cock.

He sat down, positioned the half-endrenched Maddie between his legs, and she held his cock between her white fingers. Sondra sipped her wine, drunk and amazed at the sight of this beautiful young woman grasping and playing with that fine black cock.

Maddie worked with two hands on the shaft, jerking and pulling it, giving a slippery twirl every now and then, worshipping and loving the black cock like it was her savior in life.

Sondra couldn't help but slip a finger or two down the waist of her pants. But she hesitated, drawn in by the scene, but also felt so far away here at the table.

Sondra stood up, her motherly tits bouncing with each step. She undid her pants as she went, letting the black fabric fall as she walked. Her white thighs were taut, tan, and perfect. She sat down on the left of Stone, dripping her stellar legs into the water next to where Maddie played with the black cock. She could smell the precum off of his dick.

Stone slipped a big meaty hand around her shoulders. She felt him paw at her left tit, and a wave of transgressive pleasure spilled out of her body. Soon enough, Stone had turned his cock away from Maddie, and Maddie had shifted in front of Sondra, and the two young sexual creatures grabbed Sondra by the arms and legs, Maddie reaching around Sondra's slim waist and dragging down her small panties to reveal her tight clean pussy, her considerable matronly behind, and Stone patted her already bare stomach, so flat and taut, and he lifted up her tight white shirt, straining to get it over her breasts which were so snug in the soft white cotton. She was wearing no bra, and the four hands, two small slender and white and two meaty thick and black, left the slim beautiful mother completely naked at the edge of this pool.

As if choreographed, Maddie dived sensually under the water, her bare body swimming across the bottom of the floor away from Sondra, while Stone lifted the white mother up in his strong black arms and sat her down on his lap where his hard pointy cock jetted upwards at her face like a threatening black challenge.

Maddie swam through the pool like a licentious fish, while Sondra learned to run the black cock between her fingers, not just to please him sexually, but in a spiritual way, like she was worshipping the magnificent power of his shaft.

When it came time, Stone carried Sondra up like a lawn chair to the steps of the pool, where he anchored himself on a shallow seat and lowered her thin body down onto his cock, ready to be impaled.

Maddie came up to breathe, and was greeted by the shrill and steamy cries of Sondra on the black cock. Her hips thrust and gulped onto the black rod like it was quenching a primal thirst, her face was contorted in ecstatic submissive bliss, and the white mom begged and begged for the black cock to penetrate, enter, and violate her every hole.

The black hands gripped her sides like a can of soda, squeezing and crushing her hips in amazing pleasure. Sondra looked up to see Maddie standing up out of the pool, her white body dripping wet, headed towards some towels, but she slipped right back into the mind splitting pleasure of the cock that was entering her so vigorously.

Maddie was serenely content. The sound of Sondra's pleasure moans soothed her like a sexy lullaby.

Chapter 8

Lauren held the cock between her fingers, she felt its warmth, she wanted to lurge it forwards, put it in her mouth, suck on it and feel its cum pulse down her throat...

"Mom!" Roger yelled, but Lauren was just entranced, staring at the thick head that was inches from her face, she wanted to do something, but then again, her son was right there, and who was this boy--

"Suck it!" Reshawn yelled and slammed her head down onto the spear of his hard cock. Lauren's lips were parted, the cock entered swiftly, it peeled back her lips, getting the slimy inside caught on the bulbous black head but it just kept going. More and more inches of thick black cock raced down her oral cavity, down into her gullet where they thrashed against the warm insides of the cock loving mom.

"You can watch your momma suck this cock," Reshawn said to Roger as Lauren began to get more into it, bobbing her head up and down voluntarily, slipping her fingers around the base, rolling her eyes upwards towards the black grin of the boy whose cock was lodged so far down her body...

Roger stood up in confusion and disgust, his mom lowering herself down onto her knees and sliding in between the black legs of the boy so she could better gobble down his rod.

In his room, he could still hear his mother gagging on the cock she was sucking. Reshawn was yelling, "Suck that!" and "You're a good momma, ain't you?"

Reshawn peeled the voracious mother off of his cock, leaving a slimy string of precum and saliva connecting her puffy lips to his veiny member. He reached down, grabbed the shoulders of her shirt and plucked it off, exposing her big brown titties in their hefty blue bra.

"What a stacked momma," he said to Lauren, scooting her busty figure back between his lap, "You've got some fleshy tittays that last for days!"

Lauren smiled, and grabbed the slimy slippery rod. pressing it up in her cleavage, she rolled it until her tits were glistening and wet, and then let Reshawn take it from then.

Grabbing her monstrous breasts by their fleshy sides, Reshawn sandwiched his cock between the gulf of her breasts, letting their soft warmth slide over his dripping organ.

He slide out and in slowly at first, letting the tit flesh swallow his cock like a pair of expert lips, but then he pulsed faster, slamming between the mom's big tits, hitting her with no regard in her jaw and slamming back and out at violent speeds.

Lauren wore a look of patient adoration, of appreciation for the slippery service that her breasts could provide for the powerful cock in her presence. She used her hands to press her breasts together further, making a slit for the cock that was even tighter than her matronly pussy. Her thoughts were focused on one thing and one things alone: the black man's hips that were thrusting into her cleavage and titty-fucking her like no tomorrow.

The black man was pleased with his busty mother servant, and he lifted her up out of his lap and sat her down on the dining table, sending some plates of enchiladas crashing to the floor. He spread her legs and took off her tiny shorts so that her smooth thick thighs were open and her wet pussy lay open and ready for his pounding.

The face on Lauren's face when his cock first entered her was unlike any face Lauren had ever made. It was a look of blind bliss, of a complete surrender of her tits, her thighs, her body to this black intruder in her home. As the massive black boy slammed into this fair skinned mom, the sloppy rhythm of their vicious gentalia echoed in the creaking of the dining table, the girlish moans Lauren slipped out of parted lips, and the frequent and loud exclamations of the black Reshawn.

"Mmmmm make those mommy titties shake as I pound into this pussy, mmmhmmm!"

Roger paced in his room, unable to get any work done when the ground seemed to shake under the momentous fucking of his mother and his bully. She seemed so quick to surrender, so enamoured with the virility of the black stud in her home that she cast aside her son and his concerns at the chance to be a servant in the lap of that bully.

Concerned, Roger peeked down the stairs towards the dining room, where he realized that Reshawn had spun his mother's naked thick body on her stomach and was now plowing her ass from behind.

Roger was just about to head back when he witnessed his mother sliding off the table, getting back down on her knees in front of the virulent monster, and opening her sweet mouth to let the pulsing and erupting cock spew white hot cum down her eager gullet.

As Reshawn spewed load after load of cum onto his mother, Roger began to feel sicker and sicker. The way his mom lapped it up with her tongue, the way he aimed shots at her breasts to make them glazed with sticky semen, it all made him sick. There was Reshawn's deviant smile and he cackled and laughed at the domination of this new slutty cum-machine, this ever eager buxom servant that was Roger's own mom!

Roger waited in his room for an hour before he had returned back down the stairs to see. He found the kitchen still a mess, and his mom and Reshawn were sitting on the couch in the living room watching television, with the half assembled bookcase still strewn across the floor.

They both were dressed, his mom wearing a button down white shirt that was probably too small, as it strained and struggled at the buttons, leaving wide gaps between that threatened to pop open and expose her bust to the world. It didn't help that the garment had its first several buttons open anyway, so that a massive expanse of her fleshy tits were popped out and expose. Reshawn had his arm around her, but other than that it was fairly casual. In the glow of the television screen, Roger could still make out the snaking cylinder of Reshawn's cock in his gym shorts, soft for now, but always threatening to harden once more and ravish either him or his mom.

A panic was on Lauren's mind as she watched TV with the boy. She hadn't been sure what come over her, she had acted unlike she had ever acted before. She had sucked, slobbered, and fucked a boy she did not know in her own home, in front of her own son! But part of her felt so at peace under the thumb of this big black stranger. When he ordered her to place the palm of her hand against his soft cock, she did as he said, and felt like obeying a higher purpose. But she labored over how to explain this to her son, how to justify the passion and transgression she had just performed on their own kitchen table.

"Roger, come in," she said spotting him on the stairs, "I want to talk."

Roger sulked into the room, looking angry, confused, upset. Reshawn grinned at the television alone.

"I'm sorry you had to see all that, it's just that Reshawn and I have a kind of special connection," she was fibbing.

"A special connection?" asked Roger increduously, "You just met!"

"Well, okay, maybe not a special connection, but something like it."

Roger was fuming, but he couldn't help but stare at the mass of breasts that spilled from his mother's blouse, a large portion of which was still sticky and wet with the large load of cum that Reshawn had just emptied on her.

"Mom, stop feeding me this bullshit!"

"Bitch, make that kid shut the fuck up when I'm watching," barked Reshawn to Lauren, and Lauren, feeling the command of this powerful boy, asked her son to please be quiet, Reshawn was trying to watch.

"Why do you accommodate him! What did he do? This douchebag is not my dad or anything! He's just a bully from my school!"

"Who the fuck are you calling douchebag?" screamed Reshawn, rising from the sofa.

"Fuck you!" Roger yelled, and his mother yelled at him to be silent!

"Listen!" she said to her son, standing over him with Reshawn, "This is my house more so than it is yours, and you will not speak to guests that way!"

Roger was about to protest, but something stopped him. Reshawn had pulled down his shorts, releasing his thick monster penis that was growing harder with each sentence. By just pulling it out, by revealing it again in this home, Reshawn had made a powerful statement that could silence any of Roger's claims. This was Reshawn's house now. He had claimed the busty Lauren, and he wielded the giant cock that made her moan and the rafters shake.

Almost telepathically, Reshawn commanded Lauren to begin stroking the hardening cock, using her fingers to get it back to it's full length.

"Don't move from that couch," Reshawn ordered to Roger, who was too wiped out and shell shocked to move anyway.

Lauren's finger successfully woke the black cock out of its slumber, and within moments, Reshawn had popped off all the buttons of her blouse and dunked his cock between her slippery breasts once more.

Roger sat and stared mesmerized and terrified as the black bully fucked and ravished the mother for a whole hour before once again feeding her what seemed like gallons of his warm sticky seed.

Chapter 9

Sondra's moans grew louder and rapider as Maddie dried off her body with the towel. By the time she was dry, Sondra was simply yelling as the black cock pleasured her insides like never before.

What marvelous tits, Maddie thought, watching the bouncing beauties sway in rhythm with Stone's powerful thrusts between her thighs.

Maddie, however, made her way indoors, carefully sliding the glass doors behind her closed. She shed the towel and walked nude to the spacious kitchen, where she searched through the refrigerator and found a juice box. She sat down at the counter and slurped through the tiny straw.

Footsteps echoed from the stairs. Chaz came in lazily to the kitchen, oblivious and empty to the evening's entire events.

"Whoa," he said, spotting the naked Maddie sitting with her juice box.

"Hey stud," she said to him.

"Should I leave?" he asked her, more amazed than confused as to why she was naked in his kitchen.

"No, you can stay. It's not like you've never seen a naked woman before."

Chaz looked down at his feet and shrugged.

"You've never seen a naked woman before?" She laughed. Standing up, she did a long twirl so that Chaz could witness not only her flawless breasts and flat lean stomach, but also her perfectly arched back and her glorious savory behind.

"Take it all in," she said, twirling and twirling her white naked body.