Jane Southby had just turned 55, but even at that age she still cut an imposing figure. She was 5'8", 160 lbs. The nipples on her 40D breasts still hadn't pointed south yet and her robust ass refused to be ignored. The birth of her one and only child Kevin had left her with a little pregnancy pouch that no matter how much exercise she engaged in, never fully disappeared, but she still looked good.
Her hips were broad and her thighs solid like marble columns. Her face had few wrinkles, mostly along her smile lines and her skin never developed the crepey texture that many of her friends acquired.
Her hair was now flecked with streaks of gray which she never dyed, but she paid special attention to maintaining a good physique. She never went to a gym but maintained and active lifestyle of walking and physical activity.
Living alone, she was used to parading around in her house naked most days but because her son, Kevin, had returned home at her invitation, she now had to remind herself that she could not just walk from her bedroom to the bathroom without wearing some sort of clothing.
Jane was of Irish descent but unlike many Irish women she did not have red hair, and her skin had more of an olive tint than the very fair complexions of the rest of her family members.
She often suspected that some black man had found his way between the legs of one of her ancestors and she was the result.
She grew up in Charleston, South Carolina and was raised by her grandparents. Never had she met nor known of her parents and her grandparents never ever referred to them.
Had she known, she would have learned that it was her mother who had the predilection for black dick and after giving birth to her in New Orleans, had died in a car crash with her black lover.
Her grandparents adopted her and never shared that information. The only knowledge that she ever gleaned from her grandparents was that her mother and father had died.
Like her mother, she too had an unquenchable desire for black cock and got pregnant at sixteen. Needless to say, her grandfather, after berating her with every derogatory name that he could think of, and issuing the only comment she had ever heard him make about her mother, and that was that she was just like her, put her out.
She moved to New Orleans and lived with her boyfriend who was ten years older than she and raised her son, Kevin.
Kevin was very fair with black curly hair, and no one could tell that he wasn't white. He was her pride and joy and whatever she had to do to see him through school, keep him fed and clothed, she did, including letting her boyfriend pimp her ass out.
She prostituted herself at night from her house, while Kevin slept. Her boyfriend arranged for men to come to the house where they lived, and she saved every cent that he gave her to see her son get a good education.
As Kevin grew up, he became used to seeing all kinds of men visiting their house at night and seeing his mother half nude and sometimes fully naked as the men came and went.
Kevin, however, listened to his mother, and focused on his studies. He graduated from the University of South Carolina and got a job as a computer programmer, a job that paid quite well.
He learned that his mother was a good woman, and she didn't sell herself because she had no pride or dignity, but because she wanted him to have an opportunity for a better life than she did but caught up in the circumstances in which she found herself, was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for him.
It made him love her more and promise himself that when he was able, he would always protect her and never allow anyone to degrade or make her feel unworthy.
While his grandfather had nothing to do with them, his grandmother stayed in contact. After his grandad died, she asked Jane to come back to Charleston and share the house with her as she needed someone to help her.
Around that time, Jane's boyfriend got stabbed to death in a fight with one of his hoe's husbands, and Jane decided to accept her grandmother's offer as her means of escape from her lurid existence in New Orleans!
Few people knew her in South Carolina, so she returned as a long-lost granddaughter. She cleaned up her act, joined the local church and attended community college at night, earning a degree in Sociology.
Jane Southby became a respectable citizen in Charleston. Kevin, her pride and joy, had met a girl in college and after graduating, they got married. Much to Jane's disappointment, they moved to New York.
The marriage did not last long when his Kevin's wife learned that while like his father, he had a big dick he couldn't have children. The divorce broke him because he loved his wife so, and after much drinking, he lost his job.
Hearing of his condition, Jane begged him to return home so that she could help him get his life together and to be honest, she wanted her baby boy with her.
She got him all dried out and motivated again, showing him that her love had not abandoned him. He got hired by a dot.com company at a salary much less than he was making in New York but it took care of his bills and gave him pride in himself once more.
The next few years were pivotal for Jane and Kevin. She made a decision that she didn't want to be involved with another man even though many had tried to get into her panties and her grandmother died, leaving the house to her.
Unbeknownst to her, coming with the Charleston home was a beach house in Myrtle Beach which her grandfather had purchased during her sojourn in New Orleans.
Remembering how her grandfather and boyfriend had treated her, she trusted no man other than her son, who because of the circumstances of his divorce only believed in the constancy of his mother's love.
Kevin was a normal man, full grown and 39 years old. Since the dissolution of his marriage, he had no desire to become involved with any woman. His sex drive, however, led him to masturbation and fantasies, many involving his mother, whose strapping body he remembered from his youth.
On occasion, Jane would barge in on him as he used the bathroom or changed his clothes. The first thing that she noticed was that he had a good-sized cock, quite similar to his father.
A reformed proper southern woman, which Jane had now become, could not dare lust after her own son, but she did.
She also had needs and had purchased a big black dildo with which she pleasured herself as the need arose. She was still partial to black cock! Sometimes when she ministered to herself, Kevin's face and cock intruded in her fantasy.
The summer of 1986 was smoking in South Carolina and the old house had no air conditioning, so as Jane's fifty-fifth birthday neared, she decided to go to the beach house to seek relief.
By this time, Kevin had been appointed Vice President of his firm and when Jane told him about her plan and asked him if he could come, he decided to take two weeks' vacation, and accompany her.
They drove to Myrtle Beach in Jane's Ford 250 pick-up truck. On arriving, in the early afternoon, they aired out the house, stocked the groceries that they had brought and headed for the water.
As Kevin headed for the door, he glanced into Jane's room and saw her bent over, pulling on her bikini bottoms. Her ass was big and magnificent, and his cock leapt in his bathing shorts.
He waited for her in the truck, his cock throbbing.
On entering the truck, she noticed the tent in his lap which he tried to conceal and having seen him in her mirror gazing at her ass while she was putting on her bikini, had an idea of its cause!
They arrived at the house after a few hours' drive. They opened and aired it out, stocked the groceries that they had brought and after checking to ensure that the electricity, gas and water were on, they headed for the beach!
