Warning: This is a twisted and dark fantasy about incest and black cock. It contains extreme ideals and is generally insensitive. Please do not read if this is not your cup of tea and you get easily offended by black cock, interracial, pussy eating, and cum swallowing. I warned you, so don't waste your time. It is for a particular audience, so again, if that's not you, there is no shame in turning back now. Whatever, you cannot complain later that I did not warn you. Just because it matches your category doesn't mean it'll fulfill all your fetishes. Sorry, it is so long. I get carried away with the details.
Sorry in advance for the GRAMMAR mistakes. I'm neither native nor the best at writing. Please give me constructive criticism if you have any, which will help me learn more. One of the few reasons I write stories is to build my writing skills in English. However, I always edit my stories' mistakes in the later versions, so if anyone is interested in helping me, email me. [Check out my profile]
All characters are 18 or older. Now enjoy.
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Daisy nodded numbly as Olivia assisted her into the bed, cradling her as she fell back to earth. Tyron reappeared and planted a kiss between them. Then they fall asleep.
In the morning, Tyron woke up alone in bed and looked for the girls. They weren't there, so he dressed up and went downstairs and found Daisy and Olivia making breakfast.
"Hey, look who just woke up," Olivia said with a fresh smile.
"Babe, come sit here," Daisy said. "Mom is making breakfast."
"Aaaa, thank you, Ms..." Tyron stopped by Olivia.
"Last night was so good and wild, but doing with my daughter..." Olivia paused.
"Mom, we already talked about this," Daisy replied. "Rules and boundaries are made by people."
"I'm saying, why don't we take it slowly?" Olivia continued. "Thank you both for showing me what I was missing."
"You are right," Tyron replied. "Let's do some normal fun stuff."
"What are you suggesting?" Daisy asked curiously.
"Let's invite her to our party," Tyron replied. "She'll have fun and maybe meet someone new to clear her mind."
"Great, I love that idea," Olivia responded. "But would they let me in... I mean I'm..."
"You are beautiful and gorgeous," Tyron replied. "We are all lucky to have you at our party."
"Mom, didn't I tell you, today's boys love milf," Daisy exclaimed emphatically.
"Then I need party dresses," Olivia said.
"Yahoo, we are going to do some shopping," Daisy said. "It'll be fun."
"May I come with you guys?" Tyron asked. "You guys still need a man's eyes."
"Sure, you can come with us," Olivia answered.
***At the shopping mall...
"Honey, where are you?" Olivia said over the phone. "Tyron and I are standing in the parking..."
"You two start without me; I don't know how long it'll take," Daisy replied. "They lost my application and are saying I should do it again, uff."
"But..." Olivia responded.
"I know," Daisy replied. "Tyron has good eyes. I always take him with me to buy something special for this type of occasion. I'll try to join... I have to go now."
"She's busy," Olivia said, putting her phone in her purse. "Do you..."
"Sure, let's go," Tyron replied.
After a while, Olivia chose a few outfits and then went to the changing room to see how they looked.
"I'm sitting here," Tyron said. "You start with the red one."
"Okay," Olivia replied. A few minutes later she called, "Tyron."
"Yes," he replied.
"Please, come inside, my zipper..." she said.
Then Tyron went inside to help Olivia with the zipper. She felt his hand stroke lightly at her open back, which led her toward his arms. His hands moved slightly, sending heat into her skin, and to make her steady and balanced, he held her hip with his left palm. She shivered and tried not to shift her hips while her ass was touching his crotch.
Olivia let out a heavy moan, "Mmmmh."
"You smell so intoxicating, hmm..." Tyron murmured. "You're looking smoking hot in this dress. Your nipples are trying to tear that fabric."
With heavy breathing, she said, "Mmm, you want them to breath in the open air, don't you?"
"Not yet. I want to feel you in this dress a little more," Tyron's lips were hidden in her hair as he grabbed her left boob with one hand while the other tried to get inside her pants. "Do you feel it?"
"Yess, it's so hard," she replied. "Mmmmh, is it for me?"
"Yes, only for you," he whispered. "How about a quickie?"
"Here," her mind began to flash when she was trying to undo his belt. "I don't think your fella wants a quickie."
Tyron pushed her forward and pinned her against the mirror wall. Olivia closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened her eyes, she saw his hot, burning face in the mirror. His one hand was over her neck and the other was wrapped tight around her waist, pressing and keeping her as close as possible.
"I can hear your pussy is spasming," Tyron said, breathing on her neck. "You want me to take care of it?"
"I can't wait to get your big thick cock inside me," she said, glancing into his eyes. "What are you waiting for?"
Tyron leaned her slightly down and curved over her from behind, holding her body against him. He held her left knee up and shoved his cock inside her dripping wet pussy while she was scrambling against the mirror, trying to balance as he was holding her hips to prepare for a long thrust.
"Uhhh, ahhhh, mmmmhh, issh," she screamed, becoming too wet and loud as a result of his long and hard thrust.
"Ssssh, quiet," Tyron said, his hand around her mouth pressing harder to muffle her sounds. "Do you want me to go slower?"
