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.
