This is inspired by the great story "Letters to Mother" by LKWRITER. The following are letters from a different daughter to a different mom.
Also inspired by CDE.
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Dear Mom,
Sorry I haven't been writing so often recently, but I've been busy with Martin and Darrell. {g} You can guess how hard the boys are having to work to keep up with my "expanding" sex drive. {g} It just keeps getting better and better. My belly is so cute now and it just drives the boys crazy. I have one or the other stay every night because I often wank, oops, Freudian slip, there, Mom, I wake in the middle of the night and need a good fuck to put me back to sleep. That way, too, Martin or Darrell can leave me full before going off to work. Stanley still gets to warm me up beforehand and eat me afterward, though. Then until evening it's just me and Malcolm. (That's what I named the vibrator you gave me Mom; I don't know what I'd do without it!)
First, though, let me catch you up with m Sandy (My gynecologist, remember?) She's married, Mom, and her Eugene sounds as perfect as my Sydney and maybe even richer. Everything worked out just as she and her black boyfriend planned. There was a little hitch when she took Eugene home to meet her parents. Her dad, of course, was very happy to meet the young heir to the Van Peel money and the immediately began to talk to him about P&Es and M&As and where the Dow and The DAX and the NIKKIE and the "FTSI" were going. (Sandy was interested monetarily in hearing about playing the "footsie" until she learned that was just the name of another stock market index.)
Typically, Sandy's dad was interested in how good a "provider" Eugene would be (as if Sandy didn't have a six-figure income of her own). Her mom, on the other hand, was like you, more concerned with whether Eugene would make her daughter happy. The operative work here is "concerned." While the men were talking about money, Sandy's mother pulled her aside and asked her if she was sure that Eugene would be able to, you know, "satisfy" her. Mom knew Sandy was like her, needing lots of hard, nasty sex to keep her equilibrated, and she thought Eugene was rather thin and "well, I'm sorry honey, but he just doesn't look very well hung. I was already married when I learned how important that is. I'm afraid he won't be able to keep you pregnant."
Sandy was just cracking up as she told me all this. She said her mom's eyes got big as saucers when she told her not to worry, that she was already getting fucked well and hard, thank you and she would be good and pregnant by the time she returned from the honeymoon. Her mom was all apologetic and said she was wrong to have doubted Eugene, that he must have a lot more between his legs than she thought, when Sandy surprised her again by explaining that Eugene would not be the father of her baby, but rather her black lover would be. At that, Sandy's mother just burst into tears of joy and said she was so relieved and happy for her. Her mom confessed she had taken her first back lover only a few months ago herself, their gardener. At first she had just been enjoying the good hard fucking but soon he started inditeing on he going off the pill. (He had always refused to use a condom.) After a while she gave in that as a matter of fact Sandy was going to have a little sister just a few months older than her baby!
"My FIRST baby," Sandy laughed.
"Your FIRST little sister," her mother laughed back.
As Sandy was poking and examining me during my last appointment (well, we usually DO IT, too) she recounted how on the day she finished all the boring details of arranging for the church and the reception hall and the invitation list, she and Leroy had celebrated by flushing her birth control pills down the toilet. They were at the hospital and Sandy arranged to sneak them into an examining room so she could get up on a table with her feet in the stirrups and her pussy splayed so they could re-play the "white wife impregnated by black sperm donor" fantasy. She said she had never come so hard or felt Leroy's spunk fill her so full as that night, knowing she had taken the first step to becoming a cuckolding slutwife.
But that's not all. Sandy couldn't pass up the chance to launch her new life as a slutwife without a real bachelorette party with a bunch of her upper crust girlfriends. They had it at the Zebra club. Leroy was the "stripper." He and Sandy went through the whole charade for the benefit of her friends -- her being mesmerized by the size of Leroy's cock, not being able to resist wanting to kiss it, letting Leroy deep throat her before the astonished eyes of hr friends, and finally her begging him to "fuck me with that monster cock."
Sandy and Leroy even went through the old "but please don't come in me, I'm ovulating" routine. She said it was hilarious how all those girl lawyers and accountants and executives watched her "getting bred" with their fingers up their cunts, making snide remarks about what a slut Sandy was and how she was likely to get herself a black baby. Sandy had the last laughed, though, when a bunch of Leroy's friends burst in and her horny hypocritical girlfriends found themselves full of black cock, coming at the top of their lings before they knew what hit them. Before the night was over every woman there had been screwed bareback three or four times to uncounted orgasms. The girls barely were able to get ready for the wedding the next day and by common agreement neither the bride or any of the maids of honor (!) wore panties so they could feel the delicious babyjuice running down their thighs. She said all her friends now have black boyfriends, too, and several are already pregnant.
