Former Playmates Pt. 08: Tiffanie's Year

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A mom sleeps with black men to hide her incestuous desires.
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Part 8 of the 10 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 11/26/2014
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Author's Note: Fictional former Playboy Playmates. All sisters. I wanted them to have two stories. In their first, they are all about black cock. In their second, it's their sons. This will separate the themes a bit better.

After seeing her sister, Diane, in an incestuous situation (in Part 3), desires are awakened in Tiffanie. She runs from them and doesn't embrace them. She can only service black cock for so long before going after the cock she craves most - her son's. This is her first story, her attempt to run away from the incestuous urges inside her, drowning out that taboo desire with the semen of black men. This takes place roughly two years after part 1, eight months after part 3.

TIffanie is introduced in The Challenge Ch 4 if you're curious about her background. This story coincides with The Challenge 8.

Former Playmate Pt. 08: Tiffanie's Year

Chapter 1

Tiffanie's mouth dropped with shock, looking through the materials, photos, documents she found inside a package from Bob sitting on her kitchen table. Her son, Tom, must've put it there for her. She arrived home, after another weekend with Bob, to find the box waiting for her.

She started shaking, tears welling up, going through the old photos. It was all there, plain for her to see. The last eight months of sex with Bob were down the drain. The sole purpose for sleeping with her former employer from nearly a decade ago was all for naught.

Her renewed relationship with Bob began almost immediately after Tiffanie witnessed her sister, Diane, with her nephew Elliot, Diane's son, on her back deck, late at night, having sex.

Tiffanie denied what she saw, thinking it was a bizarre and twisted dream, only realizing it wasn't. The sickening taboo nature of the act between her sister and nephew disgusted her but also did something else to her.

A few days later she called Bob, a man she hadn't seen in several years, asked him out to dinner, and then went home with him. Tiffanie regularly rode his cock in his huge master bedroom for the next several months, burying the memory of the incestuous act she witnessed while distancing herself from her son for one very specific reason.

The multi-millionaire, older gentleman, Bob, was engaged, but the two of them didn't care. She stayed the weekends at his mansion, when he was in town, or visited him during the week. Her plan was working, Tiffanie was using sex to fill her mind and push thoughts of what she witnessed that night on her deck away, hoping they would never manifest in her own actions.

It turned her on; seeing a mother and son in the throes of passion like that, so connected, so entwined with one another. Deep down Tiffanie knew her feigned disgust was all a front to hide her true feelings. Feelings that could ruin her relationship with her own son should she let them control her actions. She was very thankful Bob was there for her, wining and dining her, pampering her, making love to her, taking her mind off her son. Everything was going to be ok.

Here she was at her kitchen table, crying uncontrollably, looking at old black and white photos of her deceased mother when she was in her 30's. There was a young man with her, maybe 18 or 19 if she had to guess, he was smiling, his arm around her. Tiffanie turned the photo over, reading the writing on the back: "My mother."

Another photo, "College graduation, Mom and I" was written on the back. It showed a young Bob with Tiffanie's mother, he was smiling, she wasn't.

Then there were letters Bob wrote, but never delivered to this woman - Tiffanie's mother, his mother. They were love letters, Bob proclaiming how much he needed her, loved her, wanted her to forgive him, begging to be part of his children's, Tiffanie and Diane's, lives.

Tiffanie couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to call Diane and ask her if she knew about this. If she knew that Bob impregnated their mother with them. She wanted to ask if Diane knew their mother was also Bob's mother and that he was madly in love with her.

She couldn't think straight. All this time, she was sleeping with this man, attempting to bury the shameful incestuous desires that were awakened, and he turned out to be her father. Tiffanie could hardly read the apology letter Bob wrote for her. She was able to read that he loved her, like a father and more. He couldn't tell her he was her father when she worked for him, but he felt since his life was winding down, that he should now. She read that he understood if she never wanted to see him again.

Tiffanie cried, putting everything back in the box, rushing to her bedroom, hiding it under her bed. She had to get away before her son got home from his soccer game. She didn't want to see him, not that she had much lately, but now more than ever. She had to run.

Calming down, gathering her thoughts, she decided to use up her vacation time, explaining to her employer a family emergency had come up. It wasn't too far from the truth.

Tiffanie called her older sister, Julianne, who is apparently a half-sister after learning of Bob, living in Tampa Bay. She asked if she could stay two weeks with her. Julianne agreed, saying she could take the guest room. Tiffanie noticed Julianne seemed far more upbeat and chipper than usual. She thought nothing further of it, ended the call, and started packing.

It was May 1, 9:14 am.

Chapter 2

Later that night, she arrived in Tampa after a long day of driving. She left a note for her son, explaining she had to take care of some things in Florida. Tiffanie was greeted by an extremely happy Julianne. Another odd observation, as Julianne has been known to be very depressed since her divorce years prior.

There was a man in Julianne's kitchen. He was warming up some leftovers for TIffanie. Split second thoughts of how attractive the man was entered her mind before she chastised herself. The man was Greg, Julianne's son, Tiffanie's nephew - or half-nephew. Tiffanie sighed, putting her bag down.

"You ok?" Julianne asked, giving Tiffanie another hug.

"Yes," she lied. "I'm just exhausted, it's been a crazy several months at work."

"Well then, you are more than welcome to stay here for awhile," Julianne said, Greg handing Tiffanie a bowl of spaghetti, then sitting next to his mother. Tiffanie ate up, hungry after not bothering to stop for lunch.

"I'm sure Tom won't get into trouble. He's a good kid," Julianne said, patting Greg on his thigh. Tiffanie nodded, glancing at Julianne's hand resting there.

"So how are things with you?" Tiffanie asked.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" Julianne beamed, snuggling against her son. Tiffanie glanced at Greg.

"Yeah, I've moved in. I'm helping her keep the place in order and spending quality time with her," Greg said, holding his mother close.

"Right," Tiffanie nodded.

After dinner, they chatted awkwardly for awhile, Tiffanie feeling slightly uncomfortable around Julianne and Greg.

Tiffanie was busying herself in the kitchen, close to midnight, her sister and nephew on the couch giggling about something. Then she saw him, the next door neighbor, Tony, in his backyard. He was smoking a cigar, lounging back, shirtless in a chair near the hot tub.

"So Tony is still next door?" Tiffanie asked.

"Hm? Oh yeah, he still lives there," Julianne said, distracted from tickling Greg. "He's going through a divorce now."

"Really?" Tiffanie said, watching the huge, muscular African-American finish his cigar and walk inside. It had been awhile since she had his dick inside her.

********

Tiffanie woke up at 4am. She heard a strange noise, a female moan, followed by a male one. Her eyes shot open, she leapt out of bed, "Please no, please no," She whispered to herself, tip-toeing down the hall, toward Julianne's room. The moans got louder.

"Shhh, quiet," Julianne's voice was heard when Tiffanie's ear pressed against the bedroom door.

"Sorry mom," Greg said, followed by more moans and whimpers from the two of them.

Tiffanie snuck back to her room, sitting on her bed, a blank expression on her face. "Them too," she thought. She wanted to cry again, but was able to calm herself. Before going to sleep she thought about Tony next door. She decided to pay him a visit tomorrow.

She spent the day with Julianne and Greg shopping, riding around, and eating at restaurants. It had been awhile since Tiffanie was previously in Tampa. They seemed normal for the most part, but Tiffanie could tell something was different about them. They way they held hands, smiled at each other, hugged - Tiffanie knew they were lovers.

She felt horrible, as if her escape to Tampa had also failed. "So when does Tony get home? I think I might go say hello to him," Tiffanie said, pulling up some weeds in Julianne's garden before dinner.

"He usually gets in late, I think. Maybe around 10pm," Julianne answered, watering the plants.

"Great," Tiffanie said. "I could use some black cock right about now," She thought.

Later that evening, Tiffanie stood in at the kitchen window, looking over into Tony's driveway. She was wearing an older, short, teal dress, with matching shoes. She heard Julianne and Greg laughing about something in the living room, lost in their own world. Tiffanie grinned when she saw Tony arrive. She watched him get out of his car, wearing gym clothes, and make his way inside.

A few moments later, TIffanie adjusting her dirty-blonde bangs in the mirror near Julianne's front door, said good night to her sister. "Ok, I'm going to drop in next door and say hello."

"Mmhmm, have a fun night!" Julianne said, sitting in Greg's lap, seeming almost happy that the two of them would be alone.

Tiffanie adjusted her dress, checked the cleavage her large breasts were producing and left Julianne's house.

Chapter 3

"Tiffanie. It's been awhile," Tony said, opening his front door, eyeing Tiffanie's hourglass frame up and down. "But I'd recognize that smile of yours instantly."

Tiffanie blushed, her toothy grin on display and entered his home. She smelled Tony's musky, sweaty aroma. "I'm not bothering you, am I? I just wanted to say hello."

"No you aren't bothering me at all. Come in, have a seat," Tony said. "I was just about to grab a shower."

"No. Don't," Tiffanie said sitting on his couch.

"So you come to visit your sister next door. Saw me or learned I still live here and wanted some black dick. Is that right?" Tony asked.

"You read my mind, Tony," Tiffanie said, going to her knees. "It's been a few years since I've seen you. I figured you could take my mind off something."

"How long are you staying in Tampa?" Tony asked.

"About another 12 days."

"If you can manage to stay here with me for that time, I'll make you forget everything," Tony said, pulling his gyms shorts down, he wasn't wearing boxers. His black, sweaty cock sprung out, making Tiffanie's pussy leak. She pulled her up dress with one hand, revealing no underwear, grabbing the base of his cock with the other.

"Mmmm," she moaned, smelling the tip of his cockhead. She licked it, tasting his salty, sweaty skin. "This is going to be good."

********

Tony slammed her on his bed after carrying her upstairs on his huge shoulder. He grabbed her tits, standing above her, with his nut sack banging against Tiffanie's forehead. She was tonguing his balls, licking them clean.

Tony backed away, Tiffanie opened her mouth, and he plunged his cock deep into her throat - fucking it while grabbing her breasts.

"That's what I'm talking about. That's what you were always so good at. Taking dick down your throat," Tony said, watching drool and bubbles cover his cock when he slid out of her.

He pulled all the way out, a long string of drool hung just above Tiffanie's mouth. She lapped it up with her tongue, opened wide and welcomed Tony's cock back into her throat.

"Good, that's good," He said, pulling out. "You going to ride it all night?" Tony asked.

Tiffanie sat up, lust in her eyes, "Give me that big, black fucking cock," She growled.

"That's what I like to hear," Tony said, climbing onto his bed, lying down for Tiffanie to mount him. He smiled, leaning his head back; his arm stretched to the sides, and let Tiffanie go to work.

"This is it," Tiffanie thought to herself, sliding Tony's black rod into her pussy, stretching it out. "This is what I'll do to forget everything. I've always had a thing for black men. I'll use them to help me forgot about -"

"Ahh!" Tiffanie cried out, feeling Tony thrust upward into her, banging against her cervix.

"That's it. Take it deep," Tony slapped her ass, watching her tits bounce with each impact. "it's all you now. Go until you can't anymore. I'll last all night."

Tiffanie nodded and started grinding against Tony, admiring his muscular frame, working on her first of many orgasms.

********

One hour passed, two hours, and then a third. Tiffanie was just was sweaty as Tony was upon arriving home from the gym. She lost count of how times she climaxed on his cock. The whole time he laid there, watching her, a smug grin on his face, knowing what his dick was doing to her.

Tiffanie came again, collapsing on Tony, kissing him, sucking at his lips, his tongue. "You forgetting your troubles yet?" he asked.

"Almost," She replied, out of breath.

"Keep riding that dick then, honey," Tony said.

That's exactly what Tiffanie did. With each orgasm, she thought less and less about Bob, Julianne and Greg, and her son, Tom. "Yes! This is it, this is what I need!" she told herself, grinding against Tony so hard, the bed slammed against the wall.

Just before dawn, Tiffanie was reduced to an exhausted, sore, whimpering white woman, with a black cock, still hard, embedded inside her. It was the tool of her preference now.

"Get off me," Tony ordered. He sat up, Tiffanie climbing off him, her gaping pussy sore from friction. Tony stood next to the bed, jacking his cock in her direction. Tiffanie knew what he was going to do.

She didn't let him; she grabbed his cock, devoured the tip, and sucked it dry. Tony moaned while his semen filled her mouth to the brim, forcing her to swallow all of it.

He collapsed on the bed next to Tiffanie, lying on his stomach. She ran her hands over his back, butt, and thighs. When he was asleep, she texted Julianne, who was probably not up yet, letting her know she was going to hang out with Tony more.

A few hours later, they woke up; Tony slamming into her from behind in the shower together. He pulled out, Tiffanie went to her knees; he covered her face with cum, rinsed off and left.

She left a little later too, after drying, changing into her dress. Julianne smiled warmly at her, handing her a sandwich for lunch, not asking about her night, or pointing out the slight limp in her step. They spent the day together while Greg was at work, never once brining up any unusual relationships.

That evening, when Tony arrived home, Tiffanie left Julianne's house, letting her know she'll see her tomorrow. Julianne waved goodnight, smiling at her sister. Tiffanie turned around, looking back inside, when she reached the bottom front step. She saw Julianne's back toward her, lifting her shirt, removing it, tossing it on the floor, Greg smiling on the couch.

One more glance to her right, before ringing Tony's door bell, Tiffanie saw Julianne's nice sized breasts on display while she lowered the blinds of the window. Tony answering the door shook her from her trance.

She forgot about what she saw moments later when she was screaming in ecstasy on Tony's cock.

Chapter 4

It was like this the rest of her Tampa visit. On the weekend, she stayed the entire time at Tony's. Tiffanie would be on all fours on his bed, her arms and feet tied to a bed post, while Tony went at it all day and night. They took breaks for food and water, but for the most part, Tiffanie remained tied up all weekend, a slave to Tony, a tool for Tony to use, just like he was a tool for her to use.

By Monday morning, black cock was the only thing on her mind - nothing else.

Tiffanie and Tony kept going every night when he arrived home from work. His house filled with screams of pleasure, Tiffanie wondering if she'd wake the neighbors - her sister and nephew. Bouncing up and down on Tony's cock, she ultimately didn't care.

On her final night in Tampa, convinced Tony had fucked the incestuous thoughts out of her, she said goodbye to him with a few hour long 69-session, before going to sleep early for her long drive the next morning.

Tiffanie cheerfully hugged her sister and nephew goodbye, never once thinking about their supposed special relationship. She said she'll call Julianne when she arrived safely at home and thanked her for letting her stay. Again, Julianne seemed happier than ever, waving enthusiastically, her arm around Greg's waist, while Tiffanie drove off.

The only thing on Tiffanie's mind on the long drive home: black cock. Her new plan was working.

She arrived home later than usual. Tom was already in the bed. Tiffanie sat in her bed, laptop open, browsing for dildos. The one she had was enough. She needed one large enough to keep her pussy stretched out.

"Why didn't I think of this before?" she asked herself, slipping out of her clothes.

Still naked, boxing up her underwear and bras, she thought about having no idea Bob was her father. They both had blue eyes, but she simply didn't see any other resemblance. Tiffanie pushed those thoughts aside, examining her naked body in the mirror. "This is going to work," she thought, smiling at her reflection, knowing deep down how easy it'd be, with her looks, to get a man - particularly a black man.

"Hey. Happy Mother's day," Tom said the next morning. "Sorry I didn't call you."

"It's fine," Tiffanie replied, wearing a bathrobe, nothing underneath. "I was busy anyway," she said, thinking fondly back to a week prior when Tony was fucking her tied up, helpless body all weekend. She loved it.

She watched Tom pour a bowl of cereal, the awkwardness of their relationship, evident by eight months of barely seeing or speaking to him, shinning through. She pushed away pangs of guilt.

"So you got any plans this summer?" Tiffanie asked her son.

"Yeah. Some of us are making our own soccer league. We'll practice together, maybe even split into teams if we get enough people," Tom said, eating his cereal.

Tiffanie felt guilt again. Tom wasn't a bad kid. He didn't drink or smoke weed or skip school. He wanted to play soccer all summer. She wanted to hug him, to hold him against her, but fought the urge, Diane and now Julianne's relationships with their sons popping into her head.

"Great," Tiffanie said, turning around. "I'll probably be busy too. I might have to work late a lot," She told a half-truth. She'd be busy, but her number one goal was to be busy with black cock - as often as possible.

The rest of the day she avoided Tom. Tiffanie made some phone calls. She was going black cock hunting, but didn't want to go alone.

********

What followed in the months of June, July, and August, was a black cock, debauchery-filled, madness that would make porn stars blush.

Tiffanie's friends played games on their many nights out. They competed to see who could suck the most black dick. Sometimes Tiffanie won, sometimes she didn't.

What she, and her friends, did win at was easily scoring a black man for the night - every night they went out. TIffanie forgot most of their names; most of them were one, maybe three night stands. College and professional athletes were usually the ones she stayed the night with the most.

Sex at the gym, sex in their car, sex on the dance floor, sex with several at once at one's apartment, sex at the back of a movie theater with one she went on a "date" with, sex in a bathroom of a restaurant, night club, and even the mall with a few black teens that were checking her out. As the summer went by, she thought less and less of herself as a single mom, and more and more of a single woman - thoroughly addicted to black men.

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