Please remember that this is a work of fiction and that there are no real people in my stories. The stories are for your enjoyment and if interracial sex, incest or homosexuality offends you in anyway please stop reading now. On the other hand if you like the idea of the darker side of what sex can bring read on. Thank you.
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Judy didn't know what to do; she was so upset she forgot to throw out the small trash bag she was carrying. Judy was sure of one thing, there was cum all over her rug next to her bathroom and when she had kissed her son Scott goodbye she was sure she had caught the odor of cum on his face. She had been married for 19 years and she knew that odor, there was no mistaking it. She stopped her car at the red light as her minded raced. Why would Scott have cum on his face? Why was there all that cum on the floor in her bedroom? She shuddered.
As a mother and a professional she had always tried to do what was best for Scott. So why did her son smell of cum? A honk from the car behind her brought her back to the real world. She pushed on the gas and drove the rest of the way to work.
She sat at her office in the social works department. One black man after the other would sit across from her and ask her to help them find work. They were all strong and willing, they just lacked and without that they had a hard time finding good jobs to support their families. If she could only find a way to really help them, she would. That's why she had gone to college in the first place was to help these poor unfortunate people. Her parents had been hippies in the sixties and they had taught her that there was no different between black and white people.
She looked at her appointment book for her last client of the day and her mouth dropped open. It was Devon, she had forgotten all about his appointment today. She had not forgotten last night and all the great sex he had given her. A smile came to her full lips. She would have never done what she did until after her marriage had ended. She had gone out with her friends just to get out there and see what single life was like nowadays. She didn't have any intention of meeting anyone. When she noticed Devon and he had come on to her so strong it frightened her. She knew he was married but in her half drunk state that just made it safer for her to have sex with him.
She hadn't had sex in the last four months, that's why she invited him back to her house. When he left she sure was satisfied. Devon had made a fuss about wearing a condom but he had gotten over it. She was not on the pill and there was no way she was going to complicate her life like that right now. She knew she shouldn't have had sex with a man let alone a black man with Scott home but she couldn't help it. She needed it so bad, but now she worried what if Scott had somehow found out?
Devon entered her office with a small knock on the door and a large smile on his face.
"Devon we need to talk about last night." Judy started.
"You will not believe it Ms. Judy!" Devon went on like she hadn't said anything.
"After last night, after we fucked, I felt really good and I called that guy again this morning. The one that didn't give me that job you sent me to check on and I just asked him for that job again." He was talking with his hands as he went on.
"Well, you see I just kind of told him, I deserved that job and guess what he did! He gave it to me!" He was grinning from ear to ear.
"That's great." She said.
"So, I just really wanted to thank you, you see after you let me in your paints last night. I figured that I was as good as the next guy for that job. I guess that guy could hear it in my voice or something." She felt a warm rush in her face and between her legs as he talked so causally about getting into her pants.
"I wanted to stop by one last time and thank you for all you did." He said opening the door again.
"Guess this is the last time you'll have to see me unless you need anything." With that he was gone.
She closed her papers and filed Devon's file under closed. It made her feel really good inside to have helped him and his family, and all it took was some confidence. She had known it all the time but never knew how she could give all these black men the confidence that they needed. She looked back at her appointment book. She wondered how many black men she could help out. Surely it was not this simple.
"Put that idea out of your head girl." She told herself out loud.
No way just having sex with someone would get them into a job. Not to mention how bad it would look if it got around that you were sleeping with your clients.
She went down to her car to eat lunch, as she ate she remembered what had happened with Scoot this morning. She remembered the spots she had found on the floor in her room and the smell on Scott's face. She had cleaned her room that morning like she always did and she knew that cum one the rug was not from last night with Devon.
Scott had been in her room this morning and must have been masturbating. She stopped, that was not that strange, and a lot of young men his age would sneak into their mother's rooms to explore. Why were there cum spots by the bathroom door? That's what she couldn't figure out. Why would Scott have the smell of cum on his face then? Where did that come from?
Her son had been in her room masturbating and didn't clean up the spots that he left. So was he, she gulped, eating his own cum? She wrinkled her nose in disgust. No one else had been there with him? It came to her in a flash, Devon had been there and he had worn a condom when they had sex.
She put things together and looked into the back seat where she had left the trash bag. She opened it, she throw out the trash every other day so there was not much inside. She opened it and searched, there was no condom to be found inside the small bag. She gasped, Devon condom was missing. The one he had used last night was gone.
Scott must have heard them last night. Her son must have gone into her room to find Devon's used condom and she didn't want to think about the rest of it.
Surly this was to far out there to be true. She shook her head as she put the bag down. This was just too fantastic to be true. She had to be sure and there was one way she could find out, and only one way.
She went back to her office and opened her appointment book, she could find out if she really helped Devon get a job, she would test her new theory and also find out the truth about Scott at the same time. She picked up the phone and made a call, when she hung it up again her hand was shaking. Her face was flush and her heart was beating fast, was she right?
That night she went to her room and looked at it hard for the first time since her husband had left. The room had two windows one on either side of the bed. There was a large mirror on the far wall to help her dress. She looked at the curtains and when she got down on her knees, she noticed that if someone wanted to see into her room they could from a very small opening at the bottom.
She wondered if Scott had been outside her window last night. She opened the window and saw tennis shoe prints in the dirt right under her window. Scott had been there and she realized that he would have been able to see a lot of what had happened in the mirror on the wall.
She started to have a small tingling down between her legs when she thought of her son Scott outside her window watching her. Sitting down on the bed thinking on what she should do next, she found herself getting excited. It was wrong what she had done to her son. Something like this could mess him up for the rest of his life. She knew that from all of her psychology classes she had taken in college. Maybe it wasn't Scott at all outside; she had to know for sure.
She opened the curtains more at the bottom. Instead of a two inch opening she made sure it was opened a good foot or more at the bottom. She would find out tonight who was outside her window watching her and she hoped that it wasn't her son.
She made dinner and as Scott went off to bed at ten p.m. she noticed that they didn't' say more than a handful of word to each other. She found herself getting excited as eleven O'clock come around. She jumped a bit when she heard a knock on the door. Running down the hallways she let the man she had called inside.
His name was Leon; he was a nice looking black man around 57 years old. She knew all about him, he was married to the same women for thirty years, had five kids, two of which were in college and was for the last eight months unemployed.
"Miss Judy, you said you found some work for me." He asked slowly looking around her living room.
She swallowed hard as she thought about was she was going to do. This was crazy. Sleeping with someone couldn't help them find a job or get work. She walked up to him and forced a nervous smile.
"I have some papers inside here Leon, Please follow Me." she had him here and the excitement was gripping her stomach as she led him down the hallway and into her bedroom.
"The papers are in her." She reassured him as he slowed at the door.
Leon stopped just outside the doorway to her bedroom a strange look came to his face.
"Miss Judy, you called me about that work?" He stammered.