My Blac Babies

It was time for another chapter of My Husband Fucked Me Over and I even submitted it early because of Hurricane Mitchell in the event I lost power. (I did, for 24 hours.) Literotica has had it since 10/7, and no indication yet of when it will get posted. So, I give you this while you wait. Savannah, Joe and Derek continue their Domination of Vicky's parents until the night before they leave. Beth Wilson-Hafeez evaluates Derek and Vicky as Dominants. Reed receives permanent tattoos and a piercing. This chapter contains oral sex, anal sex, lesbian sex, gay sex, group sex, interracial sex, Domination and submission, including punishment spankings. This is a copyrighted work, and is not to be copied, edited, modified, altered, or published in any other forums without the express permission of the author. ©

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Copyright 2024

My Black Babies, Ch 24

I Meet Beth Wilson-Hafeez

Reed and I were stunned silent, our mouths agape.

Master said, "Why is that a surprise?"

"It's Reed's mother. She's supposed to be post menopausal. She's fifty-one. She shouldn't be having a baby. Emily, are you sure?"

"I started experiencing morning sickness. Having two children, I knew what I was experiencing, yet I couldn't believe it myself, so I got a pregnancy test. Vicky, it tested positive. I called Ethan and he had the same doubts that you had. He bought another one on the way home from work. I took the second one, and it was positive as well."

"Why did you think you were in menopause?"

"My regular periods ended over a year ago. I had some spotting, but it was erratic, nothing with any kind of regularity, and not lasting long, maybe a day. I quit using birth control six months ago because it didn't seem necessary. That was six months after my last real period, the four days of hell."

"Did you ever suffer symptoms of menopause, such as hot flashes?"

"Not all women have hot flashes. I thought I was one of the lucky ones."

Now for the really big question. "Do you think the child is Ethan's?"

Emily almost whispered her answer. "I don't think so."

"Are you saying Reed might have a black brother or sister?" I asked.

"Almost certainly." Not much louder.

"Are you going to keep it?"

Emily paused a few seconds before answering. "Ethan and I have been looking up pregnancies and having babies after fifty. A lot of what I've been reading says it could be dangerous for me to deliver a child at my age, but they say it's less dangerous if I'm healthy and in good shape. I am very healthy and you know what kind of shape I'm in. I think, that unless I start having medical issues, I want to keep the baby. Do you know that the oldest woman to deliver a child was sixty-six, although she took fertility treatments to conceive."

"I did not know that. And Ethan is good with having a biracial child?"

"He says he'll be embarrassed by the situation, but he's not adamantly opposed to it. He's leaving it up to me."

"You need to get an OB appointment and determine the conception date. That might tell you for sure if it will be biracial. What are you going to tell Jennifer?"

"I don't know yet."

"She's coming to visit me at the beginning of March. Would you like to come here and let me help you explain everything to her? I was going to tell her about my own black child already. We can kill two birds."

"Are you going to turn her into a black cock slut as well?"

"I think that will entirely be up to Jennifer and John, don't you?"

"Heaven help her. I'll be there."

"Find out when you conceived. Maybe you won't have to tell her anything but that you and Ethan got unlucky."

"It could also be Richard''s child, from the training. If he has red hair, he can't be Ethan's."

"If you got black bred around the time of our show, you could be entitled to more money."

"How much more?"

"Roughly $500,000 if you deliver a black child. We'll have to notify the guests you got knocked up to withdraw the money."

"How do you do that?"

"For the others, we've taken a photo of the woman naked, but covered, holding a positive pregnancy test and a sign saying she's pregnant. For you, you might say something like, 'My husband is fifty-five, I'm fifty-one, and I just had to tell him I'm pregnant with a black baby. Any recommendations?' That would do the trick."

She laughed, slightly strained. "I can't believe this is happening to me."

"Congratulations, Mother," Reed said. "I, for one, am a little excited by it."

Emily laughed again, a little more relaxed. "The only one who probably doesn't think there's a single thing wrong with it."

"Except your age. Having a younger sibling twenty-seven, no, twenty-eight years younger than me before he's born. That's a little freaky. My son's aunt or uncle will be younger than he is, although he'll be the same color."

"Oh, lord, don't remind me."

"Call us when you know, Emily," I said. "When you get here, I can introduce you to my new day-to-day Master, Derek Mixon. He fucks as well as Joe does, and if you're pregnant, you can have all the bareback sex you want."

"Don't tempt me."

******

We got up early the next morning because of our expected guests. I didn't know who it would be, although I expected it to be a sister or two, not a white slut.

When my parents got up, I gave them the news.

"Emily Ford called last night just before we went to sleep."

"Reed's mother?" Dad asked. "What did she have to say? Has she kept having sex with black men?"

"I don't know about the second thing. She's pregnant, and she thinks it's black."

"I thought she couldn't have any more children," Mom said.

"She thought the same. She stopped birth control six months ago before she came at Christmas."

"Heavens. Having a baby in your fifties. Is she going to keep it?" Mom asked.

"Barring medical issues, she says she is."

"I can't imagine what they might be going through," Mom said.

We'd eaten and cleaned up before eight, when there was a knock on the door. Reed was told to answer it.

In walked Brenda and Terry. Like I said, Sisters, or should I say Sistahs in the vernacular.

They waltzed right in and Terry said. "Savannah told me there's a couple cunt lickers here who need practice. She didn't say who, but I'm thinking Reed and Vicky don't need the practice, so it must be these other whitebread folks. And who is the chocolate hunk?"

"Terry, Brenda, these are my parents, Linda and Jeffery Mullens. The hunk is my daily Master, Derek Mixon. He's replaced Alexander since he got engaged. He's an army buddy and friend of Joe. He's moving up here from Philadelphia. This is Terry Jones, wife of Abraham, a lawyer from my former office, and Brenda Sims, wife of another lawyer, Roland, also from my office. You'll recognize them from the movie at Club Mocha yesterday."

Dad stuck out his hand. "Pleased to meet you ma'am, ma'am," shaking both of their hands. Mom also shook hands.

Master said, "The two new submissives do need pussy licking practice, and since their daughter is off limits, we needed to put a call in to the bullpen."

"Are they any good?" Brenda asked.

"Whore has previous experience, and got additional training, so she'll be the better of the two. The cuckold needs more work, so he'll be licking more often. We need to leave at eleven to get Reed tatted and pierced. Until then, they're all yours."

"I'll take Whore first," Terry said. "You take the cuckold."

They both undressed and Reed and Dad had to suffer in their cages. Both women sat on the couch with their asses on the edge and legs spread wide.

Mom dropped in front of Terry and Dad in front of Brenda. Neither of them squirted, but Terry clearly got the better orgasm. They switched and went again. Brenda got the better orgasm this time.

"Whore, give your tongue a break. Cuckold, Terry again," Master said. "Try to get better. If Terry doesn't see improvement, you'll get ten swats. When you finish her, go straight to Brenda, same rules."

"Yes, Master."

Dad was more comfortable with women. He did a better job of seeking out Terry's triggers this time instead of just licking. Too impatient, he got her off at the second plateau.

"A little better," Terry conceded, "but he could be a lot better."

"Hence, the practice," Master said.

Dad took Brenda to the third plateau this time.

"That was almost good," Brenda said. "But my husband does that good, and nobody claimed I married him for his tongue."

"Take five minutes, cuckold. Give your tongue a rest." Master unlocked my pussy, and had me mount him reverse cowgirl, and told Reed to lick his balls and my pussy. "You can't orgasm, but I want you asking for permission, Slut."

"Yes, Master."

"That's some fine meat," Terry noted.

"Damn straight," Brenda said. "I didn't think I'd ever see another man as fine as Joe, but damn, you are one fine nigger."

"Thank you, ladies. Okay, cuckold. You have now licked each of these ladies twice. So far, they're not all that impressed. You saw their husband's dicks in that movie yesterday. They were fine, fine examples of black manhood. I want you to take a look at these ladies. They are, without a doubt, two hot foxes, who their husbands trusted to come here and get licked by some white boy, no doubt believing their wives would never be tempted to fuck some white dick. Let's be honest, they're probably correct. They don't want to trade down, and why should they, but don't you want them to think, for even a second, that if they were ever going to cheat on their husbands, they'd think of you and how good your tongue was?

"Now, you are licking and fingering these two beautiful women in front of your wife. You're not showing her anything either. She did a better job on them than you did. It's like you're willing to concede your wife to big dicked lovers in the future, because you know you can't compete. In size alone, that may be true, but in all aspects of sexual pleasure and response, it's not, unless you choose to surrender.

"Do them both again, and let them know you're not some wimpy white pushover to BBC. Make them have second thoughts about you, and third thoughts. Show them you can make them scream like the girls they are. I have confidence you can do it. Show them they don't know you at all."

"Yes, Master."

He looked at Terry, her pussy spread just for him. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I'll do better this time."

Dad took her to the fifth level, then the sixth. Terry started begging.

"Please let me cum, boy. Get me off this time. Don't keep me hanging. Oh, fuck. Let me cum. Please, let me cum."

Dad smiled. He was working it, and he knew he had her right where he wanted. At her next level, he gave her the push she needed.

Terry screamed loud enough to wake the dead, She sprayed my father from his chest to the top of his head. Terry had a grip on both of his ears and wouldn't let go, keeping him jammed against her spouting pussy. Reed got up to get towels, a lot of towels. Brenda was astonished by Terry's reaction. In the time it took Dad to bring her off, I'd had five orgasms, he took that long. He'd pushed her to the limits.

"My God!" Brenda said. "What a difference that was. Is Derek right? Would you let him do that again."

"Any time he wants," Terry gasped, finally releasing his head. "I've never cum that fucking hard in my life. I'd pay you to teach my husband to do that."

"My turn," Brenda said. "Do me like that."

Dad did Brenda just like that. It wasn't quite the Niagara Falls this time, but Brenda squirted too, and with exactly the same reaction.

"If all white boys licked pussy like that, I need to rethink this whole interracial thing. We need to get some white boy training for our men, or we get a white boy licking us every time they fuck a white slut. Ain't nobody ever licked me like that. Even Reed didn't lick me that good. That was some damn fine pussy pleasing."

"Now, cuckold," Master said, "I want to see your wife scream like that. If you can do it for these black bitches, you can do it for white pussy."

"Yes, Master."

Mom's thrashing was so severe, she fell off the chair, writhing on the floor. Her squirting was about as good as Brenda's was, except spread out more, because she was squirting everywhere due to her spasms. Dad could barely keep his mouth on her. The floors were going to need a lot of work.

"Go shower up, cuckold, and take Whore with you. She looks almost as bad as you do. When you've cleaned her to your satisfaction, I want you licking her asshole for thirty minutes."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, Master."

"How many times have you cum, Slut?"

"Sixteen, Master."

"Finish me off in your mouth."

"Yes, sir." I dropped to my knees and sucked him to a massive orgasm. Terry and Brenda went home still talking about my Dad. I thought it was kind of funny.

We all got dressed, the women sort of slutty. Mom's chest wasn't as bare as at the restaurant, as she had a light camisole under the sheer blouse. Mine were barer today than hers were, though with a translucent, rather than transparent blouse. I had another shelf bra, so my nipples were uncovered under the soft garment. Between the soft material and my pussy piercing, my nipples were stiff pegs under the blouse.

Stopping for a light lunch on our way to the tattoo parlor, we were in Dad's car again, because it was the biggest. Our winter coats covered us until we reached the tattoo parlor. Eriq was working again today, and Master had a conversation with him, before Reed was taken back for the work they were doing.

Mom, Dad and I were looking at the tattoo examples. Very few of them dealt with cuckolding, although with words, you could say almost anything that didn't get you arrested for obscenity, but in New York, that was unlikely.

"What's Reed getting?" Dad asked.

"I don't know. That's between Reed and Master. I imagine there would be something about him being a cuckold. Could be a word or words, a set of horns. I can't really be sure. I know he's getting a piercing, and I think it's going to be on his scrotum. Reed will have a say."

"Do you think less of me?"

"Because you gave Mom and two strangers fantastic orgasms?" I asked, smiling.

"Because I sucked a cock."

"Stuff like that doesn't bother me. I'm not upset Reed does it. It's just part of his submission. He's obeying. He's not doing it because he wants to."

"How do you know?"

"Because he never asks for it. I'll ask Master to fuck me if I want sex. Reed never asks Master for sex. He'll ask for sex with me, but never with Master. He'll ask to watch Master have sex with me, but never to have sex with Master himself. I know he's not interested. Do you think less of me because I'm a slut?"

He had to laugh. "Are you hurting anyone?"

"I don't think so, but I can't be sure. I try not to. I try not to do anything with Savannah that would mess with her children, or husband, more than what you know about anyway. She asked me if I would cuckquean her. Like Reed, she gets something out of it. But it's not a reason to out her to her children."

"Do the children know you're carrying Joe's child?"

"Damien know Joe helped me have a child because Reed couldn't. What that means to them, I don't know. Damien is old enough to understand sex and divorce. He knows his Dad doesn't have a normal job, but it's up to them what they tell their kids."

"Were you upset to hear your Mom and I cheated on each other?"

"I can't say I know what went on in your marriage any more than you knew what went on in mine. The stresses, the loneliness, the emotional baggage. I'd like to think that people figure out a way to make it work. But maybe, sometimes, they can't. I was shocked when Reed set me up to be impregnated by another man, shocked and mad. Why didn't he talk to me, tell me what was on his mind, that he was infertile, ask me what I wanted to do? He didn't do any of those things. It's worked out so far, but that's no guarantee it will work out forever. You don't know what the future holds. You kind of muddle along, and hope you're doing the right thing. And if you find out you aren't, you switch things up before the damage becomes permanent."

He laughed. "I imagine not, and I hope so."

"Lots of big changes in your life right now. What made you decide to go this way?"

"I don't know for sure. Just wanting a change, maybe. I was intrigued that your Mom was submissive to a woman. My job is high stress, and this seems like a stress reducer, to just do what I'm told."

"What did you talk to Reed about?"

"Before I decided to do this?"

"Yes."

"We talked about if he really liked his life, what he liked about it, what he didn't like, what it was like sucking a dick, that kind of thing."

"What did you think of sucking a dick?"

"It was different than I expected, but also the same. Maybe it's just the thought of it, doing something most men would never admit to doing, or even wanting to do. I wanted to close my eyes so I wasn't looking at what I was doing."

"I thought you wanted to. I got that impression, that it would be easier if you closed your eyes. Being forced to keep them open, makes it more real."

Mom came over to where we were softly chatting. "What would you think if I got this tattoo over my mons?" She showed me the book she was looking in. It said 'Slut', in script. "I was thinking if I had it done while I was shaved, it wouldn't be invisible if I let my hair grow back, or wearing normal clothes."

"Do you see yourself as a slut now?"

"If not now, when? I fucked five men yesterday, none of them my husband. I was in a sixty-nine with my daughter's husband. I don't know what definition you'd go by, but that was a slut in my book."

"And are you enjoying letting loose, letting yourself be turned into a slut?"

"It's so freeing. I've never cum as much or as hard as I have as a slut."

"I don't think it's just the sex, or even being a slut. I think the submission plays a part in that. Knowing your orgasms are now owned by another person. I like someone being in charge of me. It's so freeing. No matter what happens, it's not my fault; I was just obeying orders."

Mom thought about that. "I think you're right. It's like Mistress is expecting me to be a slut, and treating me like one, cranks me up."

"I do enjoy my submission for that reason," I said. "It's not just a BBC. It's submission to a strong alpha male. Reed is a wonderful man, and I love him dearly, but I couldn't imagine submitting to him. He doesn't have it in him. He doesn't have a Dominant bone in his body."

Reed finally came out and he was walking gingerly. I think wearing a dress or skirt was easier then wearing pants when you had a piercing done on or near your genitals.

"Where were you tattooed and what does it say?" I asked.

"I've got a set of deer horns growing out of a locked heart on my chest, the words 'Cuckold to BBC' on my groin along with the male symbol with a limp arrow, and a Jack of Spades tattoo on my ass."

"What does a Jack of Spades signify, Master?" I asked.

"It means multiple things where Reed is concerned. As he's married, it means that he consents to his wife being a Queen of Spades, and it also means he submits to black cock himself."

"Where did he get pierced, Master?" I asked.

"He's got small hoops in his nipples, and a larger hoop at the base of his cock in his scrotum. He'll eventually wear my sigil attached to that hoop."

"What's your sigil, Sir?" Dad asked.

"An erect black cock under crossed whips. We'd better get going if we're going to make our appointment on time. This is the address, cuckold, so you can enter it into your Nav system." Master handed Dad the address.

"Yes, Sir."

Since Reed was uncomfortable, he sat in the front seats with Dad, and loosened his clothes. Master had both women in the back and had fingers in each of our pussies, with no permission to cum.