As girl-time moved Victoria and Bella into Zach's bedroom, also a master suite, Zach quickly followed me into 'the' master suite. I was already lying down, head on the pillows bathrobe tossed, and in walks that young Black adonis bathrobe open his pride and joy at nearly full mast. What a kid, a wonderful son who truly could do no wrong. I flipped back the sheet and welcomed him saying, "Toss that bathrobe and come here next to me, I want to say hello and enjoy your presence." We hugged and I took hold of that weighty beast of his, always enjoying the sheer heft of it in my hand. I had become a Black cock loving faggot, happily.
My cock was hard too, and he reached down to pull up my balls, and take hold of my package. There was no urgency to my hard cock, but a son handling his dad, was always a good thing. Face to face, cock-connected, I had words to share. "Son, I'm going to drop between your legs in a minute and worship your cock like a faggot dad should, slow and easy working for come. I want you to relax, feel loved, talk dirty to me and tell me about the fun you had with your mom this morning. Treat me like your faggot, humiliate me and tell me dirty secrets until I get you to where you have to unload, then give me that precious 'Oh Daddy' of yours. It's a beautiful thing. I haven't fucked you in a while, but maybe tonight I will with your mom, Bella being away."
"Anything you want dad," Zach's familiar words. "I know your favorite thing is to worship my cock like our first night in the bathtub. It remains a beautiful dream for me, such a surprising seduction, and what a feeling to feed you two loads in a row. That second one blew my mind even more, your fingers in my butt, what a shock as you lifted me from the water. I loved it. If you want my ass tonight in bed with mom, I want it, and so many images come to mind about how you might direct that action."
"I love your words son, dirty talk me about you and your mom this morning while I slide down and go silent, with your cock in my mouth." My last words for a good while, as I slipped down, spread his legs and took his cock in one hand and pulled his balls up with the other. Right hand at the base of his shaft, I pulled up hard making his cock head flare-up like an angry animal with that come hole growling at me. I took it in my mouth, and in an instant it became my whole world. I pulled back again for a minute, just to look at it, and jab my tongue into his come hole gape. As I was lost in Black cock heaven, he moaned loudly and began his dirty talk while his pelvis jerked periodically.
"I've never fucked in a car before," He started. "But while we were still in the garage, mom was all over me. She swung the back seat passenger door open, pulled her tights off, bent over the seat with her butt in the air and no panties. Out of nowhere, it was instant hot passion. My Daddy is a faggot, work my cock while I share how mom whored for me in role-play. Bent over she screamed as though afraid, saying 'Oh no, who are you? What do you want? Why are you in my garage? How did you get in here?' Strange words, but in an instant she demanded that I slam into her already dripping cunt. She kept saying it, 'Oh no, who are you? What do you want? You're here to nigger rape my ass aren't you?' There it was, that unspeakable n-word. Strange as it was, my cock was hard and It was clear she wanted to be abused, a hard forced ass fuck was all that would do it. She wanted to be ass fucked, but not by her son, she was fantasizing a rape by a Black stranger. In her fantasy, this imagined stranger must have confronted her as she came into the garage to get in her car. You wouldn't know what a crazed whore she was in that secret fantasy moment. Her white ass was in the air, face down against the leather back seat, she was talking dirty begging now to be butt raped by a complete stranger, a Black man. It was role-play rape, as though he came from nowhere and took her in her own car backseat, while in the garage. She got into it totally, as though I wasn't her son. Dad, I guess she had a fantasy to be raped by a Black stranger."
Zach paused, for a moment it appeared he didn't want to tell the story, but was turned on wildly by what had happened. His attention turned to me with very aggressive and humiliating dirty talk, "Suck my Black cock you faggot, suck it. My Daddy is a fucking faggot, a whore for Black cock. You are a Black cock sucking bitch just like my mother."
I was surprised but loved the dirty talk, and honestly didn't know he could get into it, but the morning drama with Victoria obviously had a powerful effect. I was worshipping his cock, loving being my son's faggot cock sucker, so I just kept sucking, loving, and jacking him. He returned to his story.
"If mom had asked me to play that role, like in advance, I'd be afraid. I love her dearly, but being another person, playing that role would have seemed impossible. But in this case, the action drew me into it, first I was me taking her then suddenly I was there in-role as the Black stranger raping her. Probably she hadn't planned it either, and for her it likely took that unique moment between us, her bent-over my cock in her cunt, for it to happen. I don't really know. But I became that stranger, that Black rapist, and I went after that rich white bitch. I was no longer her son, she didn't even know me. She was a rich white bitch in her own mind as well, confronted by a Black stranger in the garage. Once that was established, she wanted, she needed, to be raped and abused by him more than anything. I rammed her sloppy dripping whore cunt only a couple of times. And even that wasn't necessary, she wanted to be taken by force, a dry hard rape would have suited her fine. We were both lost in the unthinkable steaminess of it. It was so taboo, so wrong, but it was wildly hot. So I slammed into her butt to her loud scream, it was as though it really did hurt, but in I went raving at her. I slammed all the way in. My Black balls against her raised white butt. I pounded that white ass hard, I was violent, I felt like a rapist!"
A deep breath and a pause, and as I was lost in my own Black cock sucking world, Zach continued his narration ready to explode at any moment. I was hungry for it.
He continued, "Mom yelled, rape me nigger, fuck my white ass with that nigger cock of yours. Fuck me, my God that thing is huge, you bastard, you love raping a white bitch with that nigga dick of yours don't you? So fuck me, load me up, but you keep fucking like you came here to do. You Black nigger son of a bitch, fuck me, fuck me!"
"So dad," Zach added. "I was into it, deep into it. I was living it, and couldn't believe the terrible words that were coming out of her mouth, and now mine. You're right bitch, I said, you are a nigger-loving white whore. A fancy house and cars. I knew you'd want my big Black cock. I'm going to pound you and load you the fuck up, I'm going to have come pouring out of your butt on to that pretty leather seat, you nigger come bitch. When I'm through with you, you white bitch whore, I'm going turn you upside down, with your head hanging over the seat, back door wide open, and you're going to suck this nigger dick down your throat. Suck it clean, ass-to-mouth, before I'm through with you. Got it whore?" Zach paused, "Oh dad, I was into it, I pounded and unloaded. She screamed and moaned, so I kept pounding and came again. So much nigger come and ready to shove my cock down that white bitch's whore throat. I flipped her over, and raped and pounded her throat, talking nigger rapist talk and coming with a third load straight in. Suck every last bit of my nigger come you fucking white whore, rich bitch thinking you're better than me but wanting my Black monster cock, just begging to be nigger raped. Just like all the rich white bitches, I knew you wanted it. Suck it all down whore."
