Your Conscience Echoes My Name

your conscience still echoes my name P1

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Author's notes: My story, I will come after you if you try to take them. There's no underage sex. It's a true story.

My mama was born in a town outside of Memphis, Tennessee called Ripley. Our family, aunties and cousins lived on this land or others to the East going back before the revolution. I'm a light skinned African American. I'll get into that in a bit.

Maybe now is as good a time as any to get into it. The story goes, there's nothing written down, but from my Grammy's mouth and mama's too here's what I know. Grammy's mom, my great grandmother Lola was white, from a nice family near Memphis, White Haven. Her daddy and older brothers were away during World War II. There were men who worked the small farm that surrounded their home, a former plantation home from antebellum times. Lola was fair with red hair and stunningly beautiful, albeit a little plump.

Her plumpness, showed in her double chin, some love handles and of course her belly. Her ass however, seemed to be catnip for men of all ages, twitching and shaking every time she moved, walking or any possible movement. Before her menfolk went to war, her body awareness caused her to accentuate her walk in front of family and friends at Sunday Church.

Her mama Rose was fit to be tied and did her best to make her attire less, well less form fitting. Her breasts had come in and at first were lovely, pear shaped, with an upturn with pink areolas and nipples. Then to her mama's discomfort, they would not stop growing. They had to go into Memphis to have custom made bras. Her mother was shocked that her soon to be eighteen year old needed an underwire bra with EE cups, Lola begged for a cup less bra that she could wear to prom two months later.

Her birthday was April 2nd. There were rationing issues due to the war, but there was still a large gathering of church friends, cousins and what not. Lola wore a simple, sleeveless, white blouse, with three buttons undone and a too tight black skirt with modest open toed black pumps (her mamas) with three inch heels.

She discovered that she could sip her hot tea and look into men's eyes who were openly lusting for her. Lola had been watching her mama discretely carry on with the church pastor for years, when her daddy went to war, her mama's discretion disappeared. Lola came home early from church camp to see her mama and the pastor entwined as she screamed her orgasmic delight. The pastor was red haired.

While there were no tests for DNA then, Lola knew then he was her father, they had the same, straight nose, eye color and philtrum. Lola, was unbound now.

She knew that one of the men who wanted her ran a pharmacy on main street along with a soda fountain. That day at school, she had worn an old wool sweater, with the cup less bra and black cotton skirt and her saddle shoes. Her English composition teacher asked her to stay after class, which was when her lunch time was scheduled.

Mr. Haselton, somewhat more knowing than most in White Haven, taught Lola how to suck dick, fondle his balls and then how it was the thing that all lovers must do, which was that she needed to swallow his load.

To her joy she loved how it tasted. This was on her mind, when she sat down on the stool at the soda fountain. Mr. Wilson emerged from the area where he filled prescriptions.

Lola leaned forward laying her soft titties on the counter, the move pushing them together, the alabaster flesh, blue veins visible, with a splash of freckles, seemed to tremble at his approach. His son had been in her Sunday school classes, since she was a toddler. He reached across the counter and pulled and twisted her nipple, which seemed to be connected to her cunt, then it was the nipple on the other breast. He tilted her head as if to tell her to follow him.

Soon, she was on her hands and knees, his dick ensheathed in a condom, the man fucked her hard, holding on to the fat rolls above her hips, the harder he fucked Lola, the more she came on his dick. Like older men who know how to fuck, he destroyed her, slapping her ass, filling up several condoms over several hours. Lola cleaned his dick and was tempted to drink the congealed semen in the condoms but had to get home.

The pharmacy was open six days a week and sometimes was the emergency pharmacy on Sundays. She would leave home Saturday morning after family breakfast, so she could fuck Mike the whole day. He professed his love for her the first Saturday. He was much bigger than her father the pastor. Lola was happy to have a man teach her how to fuck.

It was the week before the prom and she had turned down an invitation to prom from several boys, so Mike and her could fuck all day in his marital bed, his wife was off seeing family. That Friday after school, Lola came home, Mike's seed pouring down her leg due to a broken condom only to be confronted by Rose, who had found a used condom in the trash.

Up to this point, as I've been told, Lola had feared her mother. She was a woman now and had stolen a man from his wife, although Mike only made her cunny flutter when she saw him, not her heart.

Lola and Mike had regularly fucked in Rose's marital bed, Rose seemingly involved with the Church, as the Pastor's Secretary. She wondered how Rose would explain another baby while her husband was flying a B-24 somewhere in the Pacific fighting the Japanese. She begrudged him nothing he had always loved her and was a good parent despite his wife's perfidy.

Rose was holding the condom between her thumb and forefinger, her voice shrieking and veins bulging in her neck and forehead, her rage threatening her life perhaps.

Lola raised her hand to get Rose's attention. She did not seem bothered by Rose's anger, nor what she said, since it sounded like a bad trombone.

Both the hand and her Lola's face stopped Rose's runaway anger like a locomotive rushing headlong to an avalanche of rocks across the track. She looked quizzically at her daughter, cocking her head.

Lola said softly, "That was mean of Mike to leave that in the trash. I think you said something mean spirited at him at the Church social last Sunday. This going to be hard mama, Mike has asked me if I will marry him and I told him I couldn't answer until you and I talked."

"Rose blurted, what about Julia?"

"Mike said to her that she'd been fucking that red haired devil James Fitzgerald for the last ten years and he didn't love her anymore. He had a bus ticket for her to return to Nashville."

Rose did not notice that the condom and slipped between her fingers, just before she slumped to the floor, passed out on her face. Lola didn't move at first, then walked briskly to the bathroom and retrieved some menthol oil to rub under Rose's nose.

Lola felt bad about being so harsh with her mother and knew that she was crushed.

Rose slowly revived and Lola helped her onto the bed where she sat forlornly, then went to bring her a glass of water.

Lola sat next to Rose who sipped at the water somewhere deep in her mind. Lola softly enjoined her mother to answer an important question.

"I know that Pastor Fitzgerald is my father. I've seen you making love to him twice now and I want to meet him."

As I've been told, Lola expected Rose to consent to her request. To Lola's surprise, Rose beat the tar out of her, slapping her face, back and forth and then her breasts and finally her ass. It wasn't long before Lola was whimpering which gave way to sobbing and shrieking and finally unconsciousness.

Unbeknownst to Rose, the share croppers who maintained the farm overheard Miss Lola's whipping. Rose's husband had always been fair to the families that shared his family's land, since before Daniel Boone strode the land. They had come north from New Orleans, freed slaves seeking land for their crops and finding the piney woods of east Tennessee. During reconstruction they found land, delta land covered with forests on the Western end of the state, more pine forests and they bought land and more land, far away from Memphis, proper.

Lola woke up in a wood structure with wide plank flooring. There was a woven cotton rug in front of the biggest fireplace she'd ever seen. Ten or twelve feet wide and at least ten feet high, and deep. It was made of irregular stones that ultimately rose through the roof in a chimney. Lola had been badly injured by Rose, severely concussed and broken ribs.

She slept off and on for the better part of the next week. She was unable to keep the simple broth down that several of the women fed her. The headaches made her whimper. Years later my mother told me Lola had visited a doctor as the change of life set in for her, for the first time since the beating and discovered her skull had been fractured.

Lola lost weight and her belly fat diminished, but she retained her enormous breasts and ass. She went for a short walk with one of the gray haired women, who was called Celeste, several younger women, Lola guessed from her age up to the fifties.

Some of them had larger breasts and butts that looked huge balls, that undulated when they walked.

They had walked through the woods to a clearing where there were cows being milked by other women. Some of them, while dark, were lighter skinned. Lola shyly spoke for the first time in weeks, "Miss Celeste, "she said, pointing to her own face, "some of them have lighter skin, "the question was implied with the tilt of her head."

Celeste spoke softly, "During reconstruction there were many white folk, widows from the war against the North. Her over there is the granddaughter of General John Bell Hood, her man was killed in the Franklin-Nashville battle and her sons and his came to us. They stayed with us when we moved West. She took to life with us and had two husbands and nine children and gave us great leadership.

Lola was enthralled. Then eight or nine young children, three to five years old arrived with some teen aged chaperones and found their mothers.

The women settled on the soft grass, baring their breasts and nursed the children. The women chattered amongst themselves, cooing at their children occasionally, two women had a toddler on one breast and an older daughter on the other. For

Lola it was women helping each other and nurturing their children. It was love.

Lola's health returned bit by bit. She worked with Celeste and other women to cook, baking bread, stews, hoecake made of corn meal, water, salt and lard with honey and in the fall huckleberries. More and more Lola thought about Mike and her seduction of the older man and her biological father's licentious behavior with her mom and Mike's wife was destructive.

Lola learned years later that Mike had gone on a shooting rampage in the middle of the Church hall shooting the man's knees into bone fragments, screaming how he couldn't sneak around further. Her daddy came home from the War to find his soon to be ex-wife with a child in her mid-forties, him having been gone for years.

Lola would wake up in the clear cool evenings and with a cool cup of water sit out on the porch thinking what was to become of her. If the wind was right she would hear the faint couplings in the cabins in the compound. Groans and the slap of flesh, here and there the cry of an infant wanting her mother, hungry perhaps.

She was up early making hoe cakes, corn meal mush with Celeste and Celeste gave Lola a drink of hot water mixed with molasses and had her sit down with her on the wood backed short couch, with pillows.

"Mama, "said Lola, "I don't ever want to go back. I want to have children, to have a man and raise them with my sisters and friends."

Celeste slowly drank her hot, sweet drink studying Lola. Lola looked her straight in her eyes, knowing both the peace in the moment and her yearnings.

"Sam carried you here and has brought us food for your meals. His wife died in child birth several years ago. I will announce the marriage to the community. Sam is tall and a fine man with an ax and he is in charge of our fruit orchards. He is a man full of joy and you will be fulfilled as his woman."

The wedding was in a few weeks and was joyous, with music and dancing and the food. Sam had built a lovely cabin near his orchards, the ceremony was performed by Celeste's son Tom. After food and cake the couple, husband and wife, were seen walking into the woods, holding hands.

He was a tall man with a beard and his head was shaved. He had long arms and huge hands. Lola seeing his washboard stomach, broad shoulders was ready for her man.

By all measures it was a good marriage. Lola bore him ten children from 1944 until 1955. Two sets of twins, the word that describes Lola is fecund. Sam, had been limbing a tree he'd cut as he heard Lola and their daughters bringing him lunch. Lola was watching him as he took a step towards her, then stopped with a puzzled look on his face and pitched forward dead before he hit the ground. Lola shrieked dropping the baskets ran for Sam, she cradled his head in her lap as his unseeing eyes stared up at the trees. A keening, wail was heard through out the woods.

Their daughters ran for help in the compound.

There was no consoling Lola. Other than nursing her youngest twins rocked in the rocking chair Sam made for them, her eyes open but looking inward. My mama was her first child, Marie. She's how I know this story. Lola was forty seven and was astounded to learn that Sam was seventy one when he passed.

There was a quiet respectful service deep in the woods that Sam loved. His resting place was marked by plantings of periwinkle and red cedar. Hymns were sung, which caused Lola to collapse and writhe in her grief.

After a fashion she took to her work, she was now known as the keeper of their traditions of food and planting of food crops, canning and preserves. At the age of forty nine she was respectfully courted by a younger man Lincoln was his name and gave him her love. He was not Sam, but he was a fine man. Astounding herself and their community she bore him four children, three sons and a daughter. The last pregnancy was difficult and first a midwife, then a doctor was summoned. She took to bed rest and delivered another set of twins, identical boys. Lola and children were fine. She assured Lincoln that his needs would be met and their coupling, several times a week, would cause a murder of crows to break from their nests high atop the pine trees to fly squawking into the distance.

My mama Marie was eighteen in the fall of 1972. She was five foot eleven, athletic had been an all-state basketball player and participated in three track events, the one hundred and two hundred meter sprints and the long jump. She was heavily recruited by the University of Tennessee in Knoxville, Memphis State (which was mostly black students then) and the University of Alabama.

Marie was far and away the most beautiful woman in the compound or in nearby Ripley or White haven. Long shapely legs, rising through her thighs to the most amazing ass. To see her in her tight running shorts that slid up into her butt crack as she sprinted, caused many a straight white girls to think about options in their life.

Teachers and boys having guessed at what was under her skirts, now knew and could not address her without a deep want manifesting itself in their groin.

Marie's hard belly gave way to very large breasts, that showed up when she was eleven. Lola would bind them when she went to school thereafter. Sometime in her senior year after her eighteenth birthday, Marie would unwrap her tits in the girl's locker room. Bereft of a bra, Marie wore a blouse that was a high collar with buttons down the front tucked into her skirt. She wore two inch open toed pumps which was allowed along with flats under the school's dress code. Marie had a subtle strut, coming or going afforded men's brains to shut off and consider mating with her.

There was a lesbian teacher, albeit married, Mrs. Walker who asked Marie if they could go shopping for lingerie.

Marie stared at Mrs. Walker after class, briefly thinking of the right response, finally leaning in and whispered, "Mrs. Walker, you can clean my cunny before school, but know this Leroy drops a load or two in there on the bus in the morning. If you don't mind cleaning me up, he has huge balls, so there will be a lot I would like that."

Mrs. Walker had been crushing on Marie for three years, she had reddish almond hair worn in an Afro, high cheek bones, straight nose and freckles that ran across her face and could be seen on her chest. "You are the most beautiful woman I've been this close to in my life. I hunger to kiss you and without being graphic, to make love to you. I've never thought I was lesbian, but I am for you, " impulsively she leaned in and softly kissed her, softly rubbing her hips.

Marie stepped back, uncertain, her breasts heaving, her nipples as big as a man's thumb pointing against her blouse. Leroy would soon be in the hall to escort her to the gym for track practice. Marie leaned back in for another kiss, her tongue tentatively darting out to touch the MILF's lips which surrendered to the intruding, dainty tongue.

Marie the rest of her senior year, had a torrid affair with Jasmine and took Leroy's enormous dick as often as he wanted. Jasmine and her would often cackle that he was obviously infertile as Marie was unprotected. One day under the guise of a field trip to watch a play at Memphis State, they went to a Planned Parenthood in Memphis where nobody knew either of them. The last thing Jasmine wanted was her lover to be impregnated by a thug.

Lola knew Marie was fucking someone (s), her underwear was full of dry semen and oddly occasionally lipstick smears. Many of Marie's peers in the compound were now sleeping with young men in the compound absent of marriage, the turmoil of free love had reached the piney woods. Lola asked. Lola's intelligence network brought up Leroy a no account thug from a loosely described family of thugs who lived between the compound and White Haven. The lipstick had Lola flustered and worried, she understood fucking around when you were eighteen. That night she asked Lincoln if she might have some fresh corn to drink with him, with a bit of cool water. One drink led to several.

"Darling, "she said asking delicately Lincoln was aware more of the gossip in the compound than Sam was, "are there any women amongst us that, well have love affairs with other women?"

Lincoln had a pensive look cross his brow, then sighed, "You knew about Miss Celeste of course. Over the years there were dozens, including my mama, after Daddy passed. There are younger women, in marriages, unsatisfied with their men who still come to her."

Lola said, "Well I never, "shaking her head, totally flummoxed, "I mean I don't begrudge it, I'm just, I mean I never even would have guessed. Lord I feel so stupid. There's others I probably never would have guessed, huh."

She held her cup out for some more corn. Lincoln put the water in first, not wanting the love of his life to get drunk and then added a bit of corn.

"What brought this on Lola?"

Lincoln was direct like that.

"It seems that Marie is active sexually with at least one man and one woman, cum in her panties and lipstick too."

Lincoln said, "I strongly suspected that someone was laying the wood to her and he's big, her hips are stretched out, she looks like a woman, now. It's nobody in the compound, with man nor woman. No women wear lipstick and some body would have caught them fucking if it's as often as you say. Maybe a teacher, coach or student. In both cases.

Leroy got in trouble in school, was kicked out, for fighting, then three months for joyriding in a car, he was a passenger. No more semen stained panties, but they reeked of her sex, then Marie brazenly wore a blouse on Sunday with hickeys on her neck and upper breast that Celeste noticed and gently confronted her about it. She brought her some molasses tea and they talked Celeste concerned for a pregnancy with some man outside the compound, probing about teachers and boys.