Jethro's mother met me at her door.
"Come in chick, I've been waiting for you, did Jethro tell you what's what, hmmmm?"
"Er no," I replied, "What do you mean?"
"I'll cut to the chase," she said, "He has been banging you for a while now hasn't he?"
I stuttered and stammered, "I'm not sure I understand what you mean Mrs Obe." I said.
"He has told me that you love his big black cock and now you know and believe in the maxim that, once you go black, you never go back."
I stood in front of her completely stunned, had Jethro told her all about us and what we had been doing, or rather what he had been doing, ME!
"It's okay Nicole," she said, and put her arm around my shoulder. "He has asked me and his dad to take care of you now, so we are going to."
"Take care of me, what are you talking about?" I breathed; my breath was catching in my throat.
"Okay, without drawing a picture for you, you are his black cock slut aren't you, even your husband knows doesn't he?" she told me.
"But no one is supposed to know about it, I can't believe he has told you." I mumbled. I was trying to get my head around this sudden turn of events, not knowing where it was heading like an out of control train. And I was going to head the ensuing wreck.
"Don't worry baby, you are in good hands, your husband will accept it, and you will never want to end it, you already don't do you. You know you need good black cock, and soft black skin." She petted me. I didn't know just then that her sights were set on me too! I was too shocked to answer.
"You really are a little beauty Nicole aren't you; it's easy to see why Jethro got you." She said.
"Got me?" I asked, "what do you mean?"
"He told me that he felt you were a closet black cock lover, though how he knew was a mystery to me."
"He knew, how?" I muttered stupidly.
"Nicole, you are a sensual blonde goddess, you exude sexiness, feline grace, and an inner need to serve a man, a man with the charisma that Jethro obviously has, because you felt it didn't you?" Without thinking what I was saying, I agreed.
"Yes I suppose so."
"And Jethro being the black hunk that he is, presented himself to you, and you fell into him, yes?" I nodded my head, every thing she was saying was what had happened. I had been unable to resist him.
I was in front of her, my fingers intertwined, just like a little girl. "Did he tell you to dress like this?" she said, waving her hand to me.
"Yes," I said, I was wearing a little silk poncho type top, a matching mini and high heels. My hair was down around my shoulders, a little make up. Yes, I was dressed exactly as he had told me to.
Jethro's mother was the complete opposite of me, about 5" taller, at least 20 years older, probably even 25. Heavier by I guessed 15lbs, she looked fit, like she worked out. She was extremely attractive, but not as attractive as I was. Her jet black hair was smooth shiny and sleek, it was piled up onto her head making her look even taller.
Her cheek bones were highly accentuated and proud, massive dark eyes, a complete contrast to my sea green ones. Lips that were full in the only way African lips can be. The rest of her was in tune with her stature, slim but voluptuous body. And I still had no idea what was to befall me.
She stepped to me and put her long brown fingered hands into my hair and lifted it up, she cocked her head to one side and checked me out.
"Oh yes Nicole, just beautiful, just beautiful." The nearness of her made me shiver. I felt power emanating from her. I began to feel a bit scared, intimidated.
"Turn away from me, stand with your back to me," I obeyed, though why I didn't know. I felt her soft hands slide up and down my arms.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a certain amount of apprehension in my voice. I felt her hot breath on my neck, another shiver ran through me. I felt both of her hands on my wrists, then came two soft clicks.
"There we are," she said, and turned me around to face her. I raised my right arm to look and was amazed when my left arm disappeared around my back. I was looking at something around my right wrist, soft pink cloth, and a wire leading from it, and that went to my other arm. I had been hand cuffed or something.
"Mrs Obe, what have you done, what are you up to?" I asked. But even I'm not that stupid; I had been taken prisoner in my neighbours home, by the mother of my wonderful black lover.
"Nicole, please darling, don't you worry or fret your beautiful little blond head, this is just a precaution. You will understand and accept me as your mistress baby, you'll see."
"What do you mean, let me go this instant, I insist!" I was angry, but I was also very concerned at my position. She just smiled at me, stepped right up to me and took me in her arms.
"This is to be the next step in your schooling baby, that black is good, black is god, and black is your master and mistress all in one." And then she held me in a kiss I couldn't turn from.
I had never in my life been kissed like this by another woman, pecks yes, but not one like this, one that would leave me breathless. She backed me up to the counter, her body pressed tight to mine, my up turned head held in a withering holding kiss. Keeping me pressed there with her hips closed on mine, she slipped her hands under my poncho and attacked my tits, her fingers closed over my nipples and I knew now for a racing certainty what she had meant.
I hadn't closed my eyes, I was looking at her and her obvious feminine wiles were at there best, and she was using them on me to soon to be, great effect. I heard the first groan, and it took some time for me to realise it was and had come from me. Her nails and finger tips were working their magic on me. I tried to shuffle free but that went no where.
She leaned away from me, I gulped deep breaths. "You like that don't you baby," she said "hmmmm, I bet you have never been kissed this way have you?" All I could do was stare back at her open mouthed.
"No I didn't think you had babes," she smiled happily at me. "You are already learning that you need black, you need me, you need this, don't you?"
"But what do you want from me Mrs Obe?" I said, another stupid question I know, but my brains were scrambled. And my nipples were ablaze and screaming at me the way they do when they have been handled the way Jethro's mother had.
"Now that Nicole, is a very good question," she whispered forcefully to me, "how shall I answer it? Ah I know, I want you and your beautiful body Nicole. And do you know what baby, hmmmm, I have it, haven't I. It and you are mine aren't you?" She guided me out of her kitchen, down the hall to the stairs. At the bottom I stopped, I had to show resistance of some sort at least.
"Please Mrs Obe, let me go, I won't say anything I promise." I mewled to her.
"Oh don't even let that thought cross you pretty little mind, from what Jethro's told his dad and I, you'll be begging for us to love and fuck you." She breathed around my neck, "I have a lot to give you baby, but just wait until Kato gets his lovely thick black cock into you. All your worries and concerns will fade away, okay honey?"
A picture of Jethro's gorgeous black cock appeared in my head. That little episode of defiance was taken care of in one swift movement. I felt her hand go under my mini from the back; her hand slid into my tiny thong, her left arm hand had gone around my waist to hold me I suppose. Then fingers slid down my crack, I squealed and rose on to my tippy toes, but that was as far as I could go.
I felt one finger press my bum hole and then she pushed it in and up. I was hooked like a fish on a rod and line. She wiggled it about, and I shook with intrepidation. A woman had her finger in my ass and the feeling of it in there was the strangest I had ever had.
"Please Mrs Obe, don't," I said somewhat tearfully.
"Up you go Nicole, its okay baby, I've got you don't worry. I won't let you fall," she said, softly into my ear, her hot breath washed over me. I felt a slight push, I had no option but to lift my foot and I was making my way up.
Having her finger in there while I was stepping upwards had an erotic affect on me, it was the strangest of sensation, knowing another woman had a finger in my ass. Her other hand was again destroying my nipples. And that's how it was as I was guided to her bedroom and bed.
My skirt fell away, my heels were taken from me, the poncho was unfastened from under my arms, my panties were torn from me and I was now naked before my lovely black female captor Mrs Obe. She pushed me on to the bed, centred me and then stood back. I knew she was admiring me. I have had enough attention over the years to know when I'm being checked out!
Then it became my turn to do the checking out, her right arm went over her head, her left went up her back and I heard the zip on her dress being undone. She shook her shoulders and it slipped down what was to be my first view of a fantastic supine female form. Her tits, even at her age were high and proud, with huge thick thimble crinkly like nipples.
Her skin was another thing of wonder; it was dark chocolate silky smooth, toned and shiny as if lightly oiled. It shimmered on her all over, supple and graceful. She smiled at me now; she knew when she was being checked out too! She slid on to the bed and kneeled at my side. One hand reached for and caressed my knees, her other one slid over and around my upper body.
I was helpless, my black captor had got me without so much as a by your leave. I would have given in any way, I knew that now. But being her captive, knowing that what ever it was that she had in store for me, gave it all an added dimension. I would have denied emphatically that I was feeling a little excited, but that wasn't to last very long.
All I could do was lie there and watch, I made one last desperate plea for release and then she began her work. Work that would soon have me singing from the roof tops. Being in such close proximity with another naked female, and a beautiful older black one had a galvanising effect on me. I could hardly take my eyes from her full proud and seemingly firm mounds, topped by those immense powerful nipples.
"Open your legs wide for me Nicole," she said, and would you believe it I did! A soft hand ran up my inner thigh, closing in on its ultimate goal. I gasped in apprehension, expecting it to fit over my warming pussy lips. I was beginning to feel an unbidden excitement; I reckon it was all due to Jethro, he had taught me to respect his black skin, to believe he was greater than I. And this was transmitting itself from Mrs Obe to me.
The absolute desire to give in and submit to her suddenly overwhelmed me. I peered down my naked body and watched helplessly as she ran her hands over and around me expertly. She knew exactly where to caress and feel me. I also watched in amazement my knees rising up as if pulled by a secret wand.
