A/N: I'd like to take this time to thank my editors, Chrisnae and ngnx for editing this chapter. I appreciate it.
No Regular Mother
Portland, Oregon
DeSanto Residence
My name is Albert DeSanto, I'm 19 years old. When I was younger, my mother used to tell me that I was special. She told me I was different from every kid in my city, maybe even the whole world. In the beginning I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. I had odd dreams when I was younger though. I never knew my father, not because he didn't wish to know me, but because he disappeared after I was born. My mother told me she had met him when he was twenty years old.
She told me they had a lot of sex. She said he had the stamina of a devil and the sex drive of an incubus. But my father wanted more than just sex from her, he wanted a family too and she wanted one as well, they stopped using protection and kept having sex hoping for conception. With no luck after a whole year of vigorously trying, my father prayed and tried again. He would never admit defeat. When he turned twenty-one, my mother went to him with good news. She was pregnant with me at last.
My father, overjoyed, planned to celebrate the baby shower with his entire family. He wanted to invite hers too, but she told him her father disowned her a long time ago. After I was born, my mother told me that my father played with me and bonded with me. He cried like a baby, with a smile on his face. He told her that I had her eyes, she disagreed and told him I in fact had his. Then he got a call on his phone and spoke to somebody, who exactly my mother never discovered the answer.
He never told my mother. No one in his family knew what had happened to him after he answered that call. They blamed my mother for making him disappear because they thought she didn't want a family. My mother plead with them, telling them she was not responsible and just as confused as they were. When a statewide manhunt turned up nothing, everyone considered his disappearance a work of some criminal organization. After all, this was Mexico, a country not for weak men.
My mother is Caucasian, and my father is mestizo, which makes me mixed race. She told me on several occasions that I bear a striking resemblance to him when he around my age. She swears to this day that I am his reincarnation. My dreams of my mother came and went. I knew they were not natural, and the most common one was always the same.
My mother was depicted as an angel, beautiful and radiant. Despite her appearance, she was always falling through the clouds against a black background while the heavens above beamed brightly. She wandered aimlessly through the rain, snow, and darkness of this world. My mother remained silent through the dream I recounted to her. She told me to forget about it. And so, I did, until she brought it back up one day.
Present day
Albert was fucking his ebony girlfriend who had a big booty. Her name was Indigo Reed, and her hair was large and kinky that she kept tied up in a ponytail. Her skin was dark as chocolate and her pussy and asshole just as sweet. She didn't shave often and sometimes sported a curly bush between her legs.
Albert slapped his groin against Indigo's large, jiggling chocolate ass cheeks. He held her hip and clutched her ponytail as his balls slapped meatily against her sloppy pussy, groaning, and moaning alongside her as she looked back at him, flicking her tongue like she was a snake. Gritting his teeth, he reached over and grabbed her throat, pulled her in and kissed her deeply while their lower halves rutted wildly against each other.
"Yes baby, just like that! Mmm, beat that pussy right daddy!" Indigo moaned, enjoying all her man's eight-inch cock sliding in and out of her, burrowing through the curly bush between her legs.
At 6:40 pm, Albert's mother, Lisa, pulled into their suburban driveway. After killing the engine, she flipped down the sun visor to fix her bangs, making sure her long hair she'd has had for years was just how she liked it. She got out of her car and headed for the front door, her heels clicking across the driveway. As soon as she opened it, she was hit by the sounds of fiery love making, skin slapping skin and two voices moaning in pleasure. It echoed through the house like a siren's call. It was irresistible to her.
Lisa dropped her bag, removed her coat, and unbuttoned her blouse. She walked to the semi-open door of Albert's bedroom. Peeking inside, she saw her son's naked strong body covered in sweat, dominating the thick and curvy body of his sexy black girlfriend. She watched intensely and played with her DD breasts, sucking, and pulling on her nipples.
Indigo felt a presence. "Babe, I think someone's watching us."
"What? Oh, that's just my mother, it's okay. Mom, you can come in."
Lisa walked in and closed the door behind her. She approached her son, imparting a sway in her hips to accentuate her curves, Indigo gasped as the beautiful woman kissed him. Deeply and passionately!
"What the actual fuck?" Indigo said.
"Oh shit, that's right I never told you Indigo, but my relationship with my mother is a little different."
"You don't say."
"So, you must be Indigo," Lisa said. "My son spoke to me about you. You're as beautiful as he said you were. Honey, I'm sorry to disturb you while you were in the middle of such passionate love making, but if you are going to be dating my son, you will also be dating me."
"E-Excuse me?"
Lisa undid the buttons on the side of her pencil skirt and pulled it down along with her panties revealing soft, blonde hair between her legs. As Indigo watched in disbelief, something sprang out from under her golden bush like a bolt of lightning, Lisa grew a 12-inch cock that dangled between her legs accompanied by a pair of balls.
