This is a work of fiction. No illegal act was commented. It was written for entertainment only.
Chapter 1
I've tried a million times to explain to myself how I come to find myself in this situation. The situation I am talking about is the one that has me on all fours with a black cock sliding in and out of my pussy and mouth. If that isn't odd enough, three feet away from me is my daughter Cindy. She is also on all fours. She has a black cock in each hand, one in her mouth, and one in her pussy. She and I were both covered with tons of cum from the six black men that were taking turns fucking us.
I'd like to say this was an isolated incident but that would be a lie. The truth is that Cindy and I had been doing this for several weeks now. As crazy as it sounds, there is an explanation for why I would ever let my daughter become a black cock whore like me. Let me explain.
A few weeks ago my 18 year old daughter came home early from high school and caught her dear mother, me, in the basement fucking someone other than her father. To make matters worse it was a black man with a really big cock. And if that wasn't bad enough it was her father's closest oldest friends. She was pissed, upset, and really not very happy with me.
As you will remember from the first story, I sat her down and explained how this whole thing got started. I reminded her that her grandparents had died in a car crash and left us the house. I also reminded her that the neighborhood had changed a lot from when it was her father's childhood home. We talked about how things were when we first moved in and how uncomfortable I felt in an almost black neighborhood. I had told her that her father had given us, what sounded like, very good advice about living in this neighborhood. He had been right except for one unexpected problem with her father's best friend.
I told her that his friends name was Bob and that he was a very important person in the area. I explained that Bob kept hitting on me, sometimes in front of her father. My husband told me to laugh it off. He said to be forceful, but nice, when I turned him down. It didn't help. I told my daughter that this went on for almost a year. Then one night at a community cookout it all came to a head. I told Cindy that her father was drunk and I had had one more than I should have had. Bob kept hitting on me, so I got angry. I asked him what it was going to take to get him to leave me alone. I told Cindy that Bob made me a deal. If I would fuck him once that he would never bother me again. I told Cindy that it was a combination of the Gin, the anger at her father for being no help (again), and the frustration of Bob continuing to press me for sex, but I gave in.
Bob fucked the hell out of me. I hadn't wanted to do it but it was the best sex I had ever had. I told Cindy that one of the neighborhood assholes had snuck into the basement and had watched us. Bob left and I was busy trying to recover when I was mounted again. I thought it was Bob. It wasn't. The guys name was Dwayne. He too had a really big cock and he knew how to use it. If that wasn't bad enough, Dwayne returned a few days later, with a friend. I tried to stop them but it was no good. They spent the afternoon fucking my brains out. Again, I hadn't wanted it to happen and was really unhappy about it. I told Cindy that Bob had Dwayne's ass beaten and it was made clear to him that I was to be left alone.
I told Cindy that I couldn't escape the truth. I hadn't wanted this to happen, but the truth was that I had cum more in two days than I had in all of my life. I wasn't sure that I could stop myself. I told Cindy that I talked to a college girlfriend who had had some experience with black men. She had told me that I shouldn't ignore what had happened. Staying in control was the key. Ignoring this would only cause me to act out and lose control. Losing control could get me caught by my dear husband. She had said that my fetish for black cock would soon ware off and life would go back to normal. There was a lot more we talked about and at the time it made since.
When I got home I set up a meeting with Bob. I told Cindy that I took my friends advice and had Bob fuck me again. It was great. Afterward I told Bob what my friend had said and that I was going to take her advice. I told Bob that I loved my husband and that I didn't want to cheat on him. But, I told Bob, that I couldn't stop right now. Bob said that he could help. He pointed out that the house was old and in need of repairs. He told me that he knew men that would take care of the work and would be happy to work for pussy. All of these men were, big, black, handsome, and very well hung.
I had the house painted, electrical work done, new phone jacks installed, and hired a landscaping crew to take care of the yard. Over the next few months my pussy got royally fucked, almost daily. The day that the landscaping crew came always turned into a gangbang. It was supposed a three man crew but at times I found myself fucking six different men.
Cindy had told me that that explained how this got started and why I had allowed so many different men to fuck me. But she couldn't understand why I was still doing it 9 years later. I explained to her that her father was a wonderful man. He was a great lover and that he too was hung, but not like these black men. These black men did things to me that had never been done before. I thought I would grow tired of it, or at least get used to it enough to stop or slow down. I was wrong. I had slowed down some over the years, but I hadn't stopped and wasn't going to stop.
Cindy kept my secret and I thought that everything would go back to normal. But Cindy's curiosity had been touched and she wanted to know more. She had skipped school a few times and had watched me get fucked by huge black cocks, without my knowledge. This activity backfired on Cindy the day that she tried to watch me get gangbanged by the landscaping crew. My first story left off with the black men finding a half naked Cindy watching the activity. I had stated that I was stuck in the middle of a black man sandwich (on all fours with a cock in my pussy and a cock in my mouth) and there were men playing with both of my breasts. I saw what was happening but couldn't stop it. I had stated that that was the day that Cindy got her first black cock, lots and lots of black cock.
Chapter 2
My Thursday gangbang with the landscapers normally ended around 2:30 pm. That would give me time to clean up and be ready for Cindy to get home from school. On that Thursday however it lasted much later. There was no need to cut their fun short considering my daughter was lying naked beside me, getting her brains fucked out. By the time the men started getting dressed I knew I had very little time to clean up. I didn't want there to be anything for my husband to find.
As the men left through the basement door I pulled Cindy to her feet. We had very little time to get cleaned up before her father got home. I didn't have time to be pissed at her for spying on me. I didn't have time to be worried about the condition my daughter was in mentally and physically. There would be time later to deal with all of these things. Right now I needed to get her into the shower.
She looked like a zombie, just looking straight ahead, lost. Her legs were weak enough that I didn't feel comfortable with her taking a shower by herself. So I joined her. I leaned her against the wall while I quickly got myself cleaned up. Over the years I had found that my nipples, ass, and pussy were to tender to us a wash cloth during bathing after being royally fucked. I would soap up my hands and wash off. Doing it this way allowed me to better control the amount of pressure I used on my body, less pain. I showed this to Cindy but she was too far out of it to do anything to help herself. I was really worried about her and the way she was acting. But we didn't have time for that now. Since she couldn't do it for herself, I washed her the best I could. I had guessed right in that she was very tender, so I tried to be as gentle and quick as possible. It amazed me at how aroused she still was. Each time I was forced to touch her breast or nipples she would moan. She gasp for air and leaned her head against me when I had to wash her pussy. I thought she was going to have an orgasm when I sprayed to water up into her pussy to get the cum out. I had never seen my daughter, or any other woman, like this before.
I know that a lot of readers would love to hear that this turned into a sexual relationship. It did not. I am not into women and am really not into sex with my daughter. GROSS! I was just happy to get her cleaned up, dressed, and up to her room. I told her to go to bed and that I would bring her some food later. I told her it would be best if she stayed away from her father tonight and that we would talk later. I told her father that she had come home early and wasn't feeling well and that we should let her sleep. He agreed and left her alone, thank god.
I checked in on Cindy after supper and told her that she should stay home from school tomorrow. I told her that she would have some pain and we really needed some quite time to talk. She just shook her head and went back to sleep.
Bob showed up the next morning looking for a good long fuck. I told him what had happened yesterday and that today wasn't a good idea. He was disappointed but totally understood. He told me to let him know if there was anything that he could do. I had a really bad feeling that I would need to take him up on that offer very soon. As Bob left I poured myself another cup of coffee and waited for Cindy to wake up. We really needed to talk.
Chapter 3
Cindy slept another hour or so. I was thankful for that. I needed some quite time myself, to get my thoughts together. It may sound weird coming from a woman who loves to fuck black men behind her husbands back, but I have always been a good and responsible mother. I was a friend when she needed a friend. I was a nurse, teacher, protector, and whatever else she needed me to be. I was also the enemy when necessary. NO DRUGS, STEALING, CHEATING, FIGHTING, and NO SEX. I did the PTA, girl scouts, soccer mom, and a hell of a lot more. As a mother goes, June Clever can kiss my ass. So how could I act like June Clever on a day like today?