Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Forty-five year old Patrica Wilson was laid to rest on a beautiful fall day. The cancer that took her life at least was merciful taking only three months from diagnosis to her being with the Lord. During the grave side service her husband, Rob, and their petite twenty year old daughter, Sidney, held hands and cried uncontrollably each having lost their best friend.
After the wake and the house had cleared out, they both sat on the sofa and reflected.
"It was a beautiful day and touching service, I'm sure we made mom happy."
"Fall was always her favorite time of the year, I only wish we could have enjoyed more of them." Rob, said wiping away yet another tear.
"I'll enjoy them with you, dad. You don't have to worry about being alone." Sidney comforted, as she snuggled up against her dad's arm and held his hand.
Sidney always loved her father more than she 'should have', never fully resolving her Electra Complex as she matured. Anytime he called her 'daddy's little girl', in her teens, it would never fail sending a tingle to her loins which she thought was a bit naughty. Respecting her parents marriage completely, nothing sexual ever happened between them with neither suggesting or doing anything inappropriate.
Her mom's and dad's marriage was one of bliss with never an argument and plenty of hugs and kisses. Her dad always said: "happy wife, happy life', and did everything to make it happen by putting her mom on a pedestal. She hoped one day to find a man who would treat her as well, but up to now all her boyfriends had been selfish and self centered. Sex with her boyfriends had been so-so, an orgasm every once in a while, but never the multiple bliss her girlfriends told her they felt.
"Sidney, that means so much to me," Rob said, giving her the slightest kiss on the lips.
"Dad."
"Yes, Sidney."
"About a week before mom died we had a long heart-to-heart talk and she said something that I'm unclear about. She told me after she's gone that you and I should discuss what she called your 'special needs'. She also asked me if I'd take care of them if I could since it would be very difficult for you to find another woman who would. What gives dad?"
"That just shows you what a wonderful woman your mom was; worried about me as she lay dying." Rob said with more tears streaming down his cheek.
"So what is it you want me to do, dad?"
"Let me give you a background first. First, how would you rate our marriage on a scale of 1 - 100?"
"That's easy dad 100, your marriage was way better than any of my friends. I'd say at least half of them ended up in divorce court." Sydney said emphatically.
"What would you say if I told you the year before you were born that your mother and I had seriously considered separating."
"I simply can't believe it. Which of you two wanted the breakup?"
"Your mother."
"What on heaven sakes for, you treated her like a queen."
"It's not me treating your mom like a queen, but other's treating her that way that saved our marriage." Rob said, totally confusing Sidney who had a blank look on her face.
"Have you ever had a black boy friend?" Rob asked, knowing he was soon to be past the point of no return.
"No, I've never dated a black guy. I've never been asked out by one? Why do you ask?"
"Would you go out with one, if asked?"
"Of course if he's a nice guy, both you and mom brought me up color blind."
"Well your mother had black boy friends, lots of them."
"Dad, lots of people to lots of things before they marry."
"No, she had them while she was married to me. I was in charge of finding and sizing and then setting up dates with your mom. We made a conscious decision that she was going black to save our marriage, and she never went back. The day you were born we didn't know if you'd come out black or white."
"Why was it necessary for mom to cuckold you to save your marriage, and why only black guys."
"Let me show you some pictures that will explain why it saved our marriage. As far as why only black guys: I love the skin contrast, they are less threatening emotionally... your mom and I considered them living dildos. There're also very appreciative for the opportunity to fuck a white woman and do a great job lasting until she's satisfied. In short they treat a white woman like a queen."
"Sounds like you and mom were exploiting black guys."
"Never thought of it that way," Rob chuckled, adding he never heard one complain, ever - lol.
"If at any time you want me to stop the slide show I will, and I'll never discuss this again." Rob said, turning on the TV and going to a passworded picture file labeled IR.
Picture #1 showed Patrica slow dancing fully clothed with an attractive black man. "Reggie was your mom's first black boy friend, I found him on an interracial site 'Once You Go Black...', do you want me to continue?"
"Sure."
Picture #2 had Reggie sticking his tongue in her mom's mouth why he cupped one of her naked breasts. "Shall I continue?"
"Sure dad but there's no reason to ask me that after every picture. If I want you to stop I'll tell you. From the look on her face mom is really enjoying it." Sidney said, snuggling closer to her dad which made him comfortable continuing.
Picture #3 had naked Patrica on her knees smiling resting a small white three-inch white dicklet in one hand and a large, thick, black cock in the other. A queen of spade tattoo on her left breast. "The black cock is Reggie's and the white dick is mine."
"Wow, that's some size difference. I bet Reggie's cock weighs 10x what yours does dad."
"At least. Mine does grow to five inches when hard but doesn't get much thicker. My short coming was the only problem in our marriage, but it was a huge one since I could never give your mom satisfying orgasm with it. Your mom's frustration spilled over into nasty arguments over the smallest of things. One time I went to the store and came back with the wrong green beans and we fought for an hour!"
"We went to a marriage counselor who diagnosed your mom with female hysteria. She had all the classic symptoms: irritability, nervousness, insomnia, and sexual craving. He gave us a nice sized black dildo which helped but didn't completely cure your mom. We decided the real thing might be better."
"Was it?"
"About a 1,000x better. I'm happy to say your mom was completely cured as you'll soon see."
"What's with the tattoo on mom's boob?"
"The tattoo symbolizes the queen of spades. Black men made your mom feel like she was royalty every time they fucked her. I can't think of a single black man that didn't make your mom multi-orgasm. Something I or the dildo was never able to do."
"I'll give you all the credit in the world dad, you couldn't satisfy mom so you went out and found black cock that could. Not many men would do that for their wives dad, no wonder mom loved you so much. Since I've never, ever seen you guys fight I assume mom has always had a black lover."
"More like lovers, I bet she had sex with more than one hundred black men since we started."
"A hundred, OMG that seems like a lot."
