Sitting in the bay window of my bedroom I looked down into the sunlit and perfectly manicured garden of the home I shared with my father. From here, I was able to watch the gardener, Ted as he worked on the border between the patio and the rest of the garden. On his head he worse a broad brimmed hat to protect his bald pate from the strong sun while the muscles on his arms flexed as sweat beaded on the dark blackness of his skin. I studied him, watching his every move, while I wondered if my mother had the same fascination with those muscles that I did.
Closing my eyes, my mind wandered back to the spa day I had shared with the woman who had raised me just six months earlier. Entering the sauna, wrapped in a small white towel after a dip in an ice bath I noticed that my mother was already present. She was naked, sitting on her own towel which acted as a barrier against the heat of the wood on which she sat. A smile crossed her lips on seeing me and I took a moment to study her shape while admiring how well she had aged. The last time I had seen my mother naked I had been a small child but now, as an adult, I could only wonder at how a woman of nearly fifty was in such great shape. I studied her, noticing that she must have had surgery given how her breasts were rounded and stood out from her body without any hint of a droop. While her flat stomach looked even more impressive with the slight tan that had bronzed her usual pale, white skin.
“What’s your secret?” I asked, hoping that in thirty years I could look even half as good as her.
“Money, great sex and a stress-free life.”
As she spoke, I noticed my mother open her legs for a second, uncrossing and re-crossing the long pins that I had thankfully inherited from her. Between her thighs, for a moment, I caught a glimpse of the perfectly smooth pussy through which I had entered the world. It was enough to make me stare for a moment and my mother coughed gently to attract my attention.
“Wondering where all the hair has gone?”
The question brought me back into the present and I met the gaze of her eyes with my own. “Yes,” I paused for a moment as I considered how to phrase the issue, “when you were young you insisted on having a thick, black bush of hair. You always criticised the idea of trimming it, so much so that I was worried about how you would react when you saw mine.” Removing my own towel, I revealed to my mother the small, well-trimmed mass of hair that sat above the smooth skin of my labia.
“The world changes,” my mother replied as I took a seat opposite her, placing my bum on my own towel as the heat of the room enveloped my body. “When you were young, your father and I… well your father and I had a very active sex life and your father always complemented me on the thickness of my hair.”
“You didn’t like it then? You had it that way for my father?”
“No, it’s not like that, I had it the way because I wanted it that way but I was in a different place, I loved your father and I also enjoyed the fact that your dad liked it that way.”
“Has he changed his tastes then?”
“Yes,” my mother replied before taking a deep breath, “but not in the way you are thinking, in truth, I have not known your father in that way for five years now.”
“Five years? But you seem so happy together?”
“We were… we are.”
Pulling my legs up under my chin, I hugged my knees close as I considered what my mother had been saying, “you mean that neither of you want sex with each other anymore?”
“More than that, I mean that your father has been dating his secretary for the last four years.”
“And you are happy with that?”
Looking pensive, my mother met my gaze for a second before glancing away towards the glass door that allowed entry to the hot room in which we sat. She studied it in silence, and I wondered if she was fascinated by the view outside or worried that somebody would enter and so disrupt our heart to heart.
“Occasionally, I miss the cuddles late at night but in reality, we had slowly drifted apart over a number of years so that we are now comfortable as just friends.”
I nodded in understanding but there was one question I could not get out of my head and I needed to voice it, “if dad is happy shagging somewhere else, then why are you happy missing out?”
“I’m not!” The reply was defiant and to the point and suggested that my mother had no interest in discussing the matter further, but I was intrigued.
“You can’t leave it like that?” I offered and my mother pursed her lips into a tight grimace.
“Your father has no problem with me seeing someone else…” her voice trailed off and it was clear that there was something being left unsaid.
“But he would have a problem with who you have chosen to see?” I kept my voice light as I asked the question, trying to reassure my mother that I would not judge her. She remained silent though and lowered her head so that I could not see into her eyes.
“Come on Mum?” I begged, “you can’t leave me in a position where I know but don’t know? Is it a woman?” It was the obvious question to ask really, I was aware that my father had a strong dislike of gay people whether they were men or women and would never approve if my mother had fallen for a dyke. Instead of replying though, she rose from her seat and pulling the towel tight around her body headed for the door.
Alone, I sat there and considered the situation, wondering who it could be that would leave my mother so worried about admitting the truth. I drew a blank though and realising that the heat was starting to get to me I decided to join her in heading to another part of the complex.
It was over an hour before I found my mother again, sitting in the jacuzzi in a mixed gender part of the spa. Removing my towel, I joined her, my full body swimsuit providing far more protection against the roving eyes of men than my mother’s bikini did. We sat in silence, a shrug of my mother’s shoulders making it clear that she did not want to speak further so instead I watched and waited.
Ten minutes or so must have passed in complete silence before we were joined by other guests of the spa. My eyes immediately lighting up as my gaze fell on the two men who had just entered the room. The first guy was a short, overweight, white guy in his mid-thirties who limped as he walked which caused him to waddle slightly with each step. Alongside him a tall, thin, black guy strode gracefully before positioning himself at the edge of the water so that he could help his friend.
As the two of them slipped into the warm bubbles I glanced at my mother and realised that she was watching intently. Curious as to what was so appealing, I continued to study her until I realised that it was not the pair, she was watching but the black guy. Submerged in the water, he slipped away from his friend temporarily and as he did so my mother’s attention moved with him.
Lifting from my seat, I glided through the water until I was sitting so close to my mother that our thighs rubbed. “Your lover is black,” I whispered in her ear as I studied her face, watching for any reaction.
The response to my comment did not leave me disappointed as my mother’s eye lids flickered for a moment with shock. Slowly, she turned her head to face me and I realised that all the blood had drained from it. “I… I…”
“Don’t know what I am talking about?” I offered as my mother stammered in front of me. “Come on Mum, you watched that guy closely, clearly lusting after him, there’s no point trying to hide it.”
“Your father would hit the roof!” my mother replied, her voice taught as she replied to me.
Giving a shrug of my shoulders, I smiled, “and he never needs to know.”
She relaxed slightly at my comment, her eyes scanning over my face, looking for the but that she was certain would be coming. “What is the cost?”
“Cost?”
“Yes, what do you want for me to buy your silence?”
“Nothing,” I replied, “I’m not like dad, I’m not racist, I know black people, I have black friends.”
At the comment, my mother relaxed even more, enough that I had the confidence to nudge her with my elbow as I gave her a wink, “so come on, do I know them?”
Despite it being the obvious question to pose, my mother still took a sharp intake of breath before biting her bottom lip nervously. The delay though was enough for me, “Do I know them then?” This second question was more rhetorical than anything, her inability to answer had confirmed for me that I did know who she was sleeping with.
“Is it Ted?” I asked and though my mother did not answer, the shudder that flowed through her body confirmed that I had guessed right.
Pulling her into a hug I whispered into my mother’s ear, “I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you,” she answered back, her voice low and filled with nerves.
“Fuck!” the shout came from outside my window and shook me from my memories. Looking out into the garden I could see Ted removing his gloves before holding his right hand, staring at the fingers that leaked blood out onto the floor. Climbing from the window, I rushed downstairs, my bare feet padding on the wooden floor as I ran. Passing through the kitchen I picked up a towel with which I could enclose the blood and then continued towards the garden. Reaching it, I approached Ted, noticing as I did so that there was a deep slash across his fingers.
“Hey Ted, are you OK?”
“No Miss,” he replied, “I think I need to go to the Hospital.”
Taking hold of the hand I studied the wound and realised that Ted was right, there was no way that the wound would close on its own. “I think you are right Ted, a plaster won’t be enough for this,” I replied as I wrapped the towel around the injured fingers. “Hold this on there, while I go and get my car keys, do you know where my car is parked?”
Ted stared at me for a moment, surprised at the fact that I was offering to help him. “Yes Miss,” he replied.
“There’s no need to call me Miss, I’m not my father, please call me Emily.”
Nodding in acknowledgement I left Ted where he was and ran back into the house. Searching the drawer in the kitchen I found the keys to my car and then running into the hallway I slipped on a pair of red ballet pumps before checking myself in the mirror. “Yep, that will be passable” I said to myself as I studied the black, v neck t-shirt and tight blue jeans that I was wearing. Then, opening the front door, I ran outside to my car and Ted.
The hospital was hot, stuffy an airless as the two of us sat in the corner of the waiting room for what felt like hours. I was sat right next to Ted, helping to hold the towel on his fingers, our thighs rubbing against each other. Despite the awkwardness of the situation and Ted’s discomfort with his injury I could feel the sexual power that must have attracted my mother. “Ted?” I asked gently, trying to find something to pass the time while also wanting to get his take on his affair with my mother.
“Yes,” he replied, moving his fingers slightly and then wincing in pain.
“Your divorced yes?”
Ted nodded in agreement and as he did so I noticed that his lips pulled taut as if he was recalling a particularly painful memory. “We wanted different things in the end,” he whispered.
“Have you…” I paused, my thoughts hesitating while I considered if I really wanted to ask the question. What if he replied that he had loved fucking my mother like a whore?
“Have I had anybody since?”
That he had completed the question for me left me with no choice but to pursue that line of thought. “Yes, has there been anybody else, have you found happiness?”
Sitting back in his seat, Ted closed his eyes for a moment and hummed slightly to himself as he considered the question. As I watched I imagined that I could see him weighing up his options, should he admit the affair, should he admit that it was my mother?
Finally, his mind settled, he opened his eyes and looked at me. His gaze was soft and caring and yet I could sense that inside he was smiling at the memories. “There was a couple of people soon after I split from my wife but in recent years there was someone very special.”
“Oh!” I replied, attempting to hide that I had any knowledge of the affair.
“Yeah, I met a woman, she was a similar age to me, but she was married, and in the end, things didn’t work out.”
“That’s a pity,” I replied, “what went wrong?”
Immediately after asking the question I worried that I had pushed to far. Ted’s eyes glazed over as if he was about to cry and I realised in that moment that he had feelings for my mother. Taking his time to blink, Ted smiled weakly, “not sure really, she just became unavailable.”
“Excuse me, are you Ted?” it was a nurse who had spoken and the two of us looked at her.
“Yes.”
“Follow me please, the doctor is ready to see you now.”
The following morning, I lay in bed, naked as I considered the events of the day before. It was clear that my mother and Ted had been involved in a hot and erotic affair and that they had both enjoyed the company of the other. Having said that it was also obvious that the affair had started out of a need to satisfy the basic urges that a divorced man and a woman in a sexless marriage feel.
That then led to the obvious questions, what had attracted my mother to Ted in the first place? Why would she have chosen someone who she knew my father would have disapproved of? Losing myself in thought about the matter my mind drifted slowly as I recalled the tight, muscular body and how Ted’s black skin seemed to emphasise every sinew of power.
Still, was his muscular body enough to attract my mother? There were plenty of muscular white guys, my last lover had spent almost as much time in the gym as he had in my bed. And with my father’s racism? She would never have risked it.
“There must have been something more base, more immediate, something that she knew Ted could provide that a white man could not?”
Rolling over in the bed I reached for my tablet that was lying on the bedside table. I had never been one for looking at porn, finding that I preferred the real thing and besides with my curves and long blonde hair I had never been short of offers. “Black men porn,” I typed into the search bar and then waited a few seconds as the results were loaded.
The results caught me by surprised as my eyes settled on the second option in the list. “August Sinn in 10 man Big Black Cock gangbang.” For a moment my finger hovered over the link and I wondered whether it was really a good idea to watch. After all, surely all male porn stars are hung?
My finger pressed against the link and the screen went blank as the screen showed a spinning circle to indicate that the video was loading. Eventually the video started to play and a woman appeared in the middle of the screen. She had short, black hair and thick red lipstick as she walked down the pavement of what appeared to be a foreign street in a small blue coat and high, black heels that made her bum wiggle. Panning out, the video showed the woman reach a group of black men who stood on both sides of the pavement and who openly stared at her with lust in their eyes.
Smiling as she spoke to them, the woman allowed her coat to fall open, revealing as it did so that she was naked but for a pair of black stockings and a suspender belt. Her body was curvy, with large, round breasts and a thin waist over wide hips that dragged the eye towards her smooth genitals. That this woman was prepared to be naked in the street, in front of a group of men shocked me and I wondered about what would drive her to be exposed in such a way.
“I took a vow that I would serve all big black cock,” I heard the woman in the video say and the ten men moved in closer, taking hold of and groping her body.
The video jumped to a new scene as the woman and the ten black guys approached a bench next to a river. It was implied, from the way the coat hung open that she had walked all the way there in that state of undress. Then, lowering down onto her haunches I watched as the men offered her their cocks and she began to suck on them and in that moment I understood.
My mother, desperate for sex had started watching porn and from there had stumbled upon black cock porn. Then, eager to explore further it would have been a simple step to go outside and seduce Ted. Which, as I touched my clitoris for the first time that day, I was realising that I needed to do myself.
Turning my attention back to the video as I played with myself, I realised that August was pushing the boundaries of what I thought was possible. I had heard of double penetration, one guy in the vagina and one in the ass but August appeared to have two of the biggest and hardest dicks deep inside her pussy.
I stared in disbelief at the scene as one of the men shot his cum all over her face. “What would inspire a woman to be like that?” I wondered to myself as an orgasm flooded my body and made me groan with pleasure.
A few days had passed since I had discovered black cock porn and now, I was addicted, watching video after video while I thought about seducing Ted. I was not immune to the fact that there was an ethical question, was it really appropriate to be fucked by a man who had taken my mother with such passion? Luckily, I had booked an appointment with my beautician, Barbara, a woman who I considered a friend and in whom I could trust even my darkest secrets. Besides, I reflected, she had confessed on a number of occasions to having a very open and adventurous sex life.
“Emily?” a voice called, and I opened my eyes and remembered that not only did I have an appointment, but I was already sat in the waiting room. I rose from my seat and carefully walked across to the door that the beautician stood in. Reaching her we hugged and kissed each other on the cheek before stepping inside.
“What can I do for you today? Legs and bikini as normal?”
“Truthfully? I’m not sure, Barbs”
Barbara, looked at me and sensing the conflict within she waved her hand towards the table on which I would lie down while she worked. “Emily love, you seem to be all over the place, take a seat and tell me all about it.”
It seemed to take forever for me to explain my predicament and when I had finished the beautician smiled. “You’d never heard of August Sinn?” she asked, the question taking me by surprise, when I was expecting her to talk about the bigger issues.
“No,” I admitted.
“There’s a rumour that she has never been touched by white cock, that she was bred to be a black cock whore.”
“Really?” I asked, my eyes wide in wonderment.
“Yes, they say she has been with over two thousand men!”
“No wonder she can take two massive cocks in the same hole then, though this is not helping me make a decision.”
“True,” the beautician replied with a giggle. “but let me tell you a secret.”
“OK,” I said cautiously, wondering how her secret would assist me.
“After my mother-in-law died, Dave’s father started to break down not just emotionally but physically as well as they had been avid swingers.”
“Right?”
“Dave sent asked me to go stay with his Dad for a few weeks, to try and get him back on his feet.”
“And you slept with him?”
“More than once, we shared a bed the whole time we were there, in fact my second child is not Dave’s.”
“Your father-in-law fathered a child with you?”
“Yes.”
“Ummmm,” I gasped, struggling to find the words that would express that I was not certain that this revelation would help.
“Look, you’re not planning on having children with him, your mother is very sadly no longer with us and it’s not like he was a step-father so give into your urges and let him have you.”
I bit my lip, nerves pulsing through me as I weighed up my options. Then, pulling up my skirt and lowering my knickers, I slid further back on the table before lying back with my legs open. “Then take it all off.”
“You sure?” Barbara asked, keeping her voice gentle and reassuring.
“It’s what my mother did for Ted,” I replied, making sure that Barbara and I made eye contact so that she was reassured that I was happy with my decision.
“I know.”
The reply caught me off guard and I sat bolt upright on the table. “You did my mother’s waxing?”
“Of course,” Barbara replied.
“So, you knew about her and Ted?”
Barbara nodded in reply, “I saw the pleasure when she first started fucking him, I saw the disappointment when they had to cancel because your father became suspicious.”
“He became suspicious?”
“Yeah, ummm, I’m not sure I should say this bit?”
Reaching out, I touched Barbara on the shoulder to reassure her, “my mother is dead, and I need to know if I am at risk of my father finding out about this.”
“You’re not.”
“But you just said…”
Cutting me off, Barbara smiled, “your father came home and realised that your mother had been fucking. He started going on about she must have been fucking Ted as he was in the garden. After a few days, your mother and Ted were worried they would need to end the relationship, but I helped her out.”
“You helped her out?”
“Yeah, remember my little brother?”
How could I forget her little brother, we had dated for a short while the month after I had left school. I thought about the last time I had seen him, scrawny and desperate to hit on any pussy that would have him. “Yeah, I remember…”
“Well he and a mate went round there, and your mother took them to bed. The three of them were fucking, bareback when your father came home. He laughed at the fact that she was giving herself up to some scrawny, young lads but it worked, he decided Ted had nothing to do with it and let her carry on with the affair.”
“Because he thought she was fucking two young, white lads?”
Barbara nodded, “so just lie back and let me prepare you for the adventure.”
“OK,” I said as I let her guide me until I was lying down on the table, legs open. I felt the warmth of the wax as Barbara applied it to me, closing my eyes as I prepared for the pain and then, minutes later, I was as smooth as my mother had been on the day at the spa.
It was the best part of a week before I got a chance to get Ted on his own. His injury had kept him off work and then for the first two days he was back, my father had decided to base himself at home. In reality, this had become an excuse for him to bring his secretary around to the house and I had to watch as they regularly made excuses to pop upstairs. She was attractive, always wearing tight suits with short skirts and she was clearly eager to please my father the way that she flirted with him constantly, but it was not the fucking that was off putting. It was the fact that she had ridiculously noisy, screaming orgasms, her voice echoing through the house every time they fucked. In fact, it was so over the top I was convinced that she was putting it on for my father.
Then, just as I thought I would have to move out, which I wondered if my father was trying to encourage. He called up the stairs early one morning, “Emily, we’re going away for three days, look after the house and make sure the lazy assed gardener keeps working hard.”
I wanted to reply, “Dad, the gardener will not be lazy assed as he will be working hard on keeping me full of his cum,” but knowing that he would explode I avoided it. Instead, I gave the response I knew my father wanted, “I won’t Daddy.”
“Good, these black guys are looking for any excuse to take advantage.”
“I know Daddy,” I replied knowing that my father’s concept of taking advantage was not the same one that I had.
Moment’s later the front door closed and running through into my father’s bedroom I watched as him and his secretary drove off down the road. Now it was time for me to put my plan into operation.
Stepping through to my bedroom, I jumped in the shower, freshening my body from a night of sleep. Then, as I dried myself, I looked outside and confirmed that Ted was working hard in the garden. It was already a warm day and the sweat was starting to build on his muscles. Pulling on a light weight, grey, dress that hugged my figure close I checked in the mirror. Squatting before I, I saw that the dress was short enough that any man looking at me would be able to see all the way up to my labia. Then, standing again I smoothed the dress down one last time, checking that my nipples were already protruding and pushing against the material or the dress.
Ready and desperate I stepped barefoot into the garden, over my arm I carried a blanket and carefully I stepped my way through to where Ted was working. “Hi Ted,” I called as I reached him so making sure that his attention was on me. Then, carefully I placed the blanket on the floor, making sure that I crouched facing him on multiple occasions as I smoothed out the material. I could see that Ted was watching but also trying to carry on with his work, not wanting to give away that he could see more than he should.
Then, the blanket set, I walked over to my mother’s former lover and crouched in front of him. He was bent forward, his head low to the ground as he inspected one of the plants. “Ted,” I called and watched as his head turned towards me, realising as he did so that he was looking straight up my dress towards my pussy. Certain it was dripping I hoped that Ted would be able to see this from his position.
“I know about you and my mother,” I said calmly, “can you come join me on the blanket?”
Ted didn’t say anything, instead he rose onto his feet and then holding out a hand he helped me to stand back up. Then, holding him by the hands I guided him towards the centre of the blanket.
“Was my mother your first white woman?” I asked, not knowing how Ted would reply.
“Nah, she knew I was into white girls before we got together.”
“How?” I asked, surprised by the answer, and I wondered if she had known of a previous girlfriend.
“Porn,” Ted replied with a grin.
“Porn?”
“Yeah, your mother got into watching Interracial porn and she stumbled upon a video of me with August Sinn.”
Taking a step back I looked into his face wondering if he was playing me. “You’ve fucked August Sinn?”
“Yeah, I have made some porn over the years though I stopped once I met your mother, I was August’s two thousandth cock and your mother recognised me and used that as a chance to seduce me.”
“Ummm, OK,” I replied as I struggled to process this revelation.
“Anyway, now your mother has gone, and I am trying to move on, I’m booked to make another film next week, the first time in around two and a half years.”
That Ted was looking to fuck more white women, to get back in the saddle so to speak, made me realise that I still wanted him. “How about you get some practice in before your film then?”
“What do you mean?” Ted asked though his lips broke into a smile that said he was hoping that he had read the signals right.
“This,” I replied and then taking a step forward I took hold of Ted’s hands and guided them around so that I could place them on my ass. “Kiss me,” I whispered.
Our lips met, soft at first as the two of us explored each other but soon the passion grew, and I gasped as Ted’s tongue pushed into my mouth. Pulling with his arms, I felt my hips and bum being tugged tight into Ted’s groin so that I had no choice but to kiss him back. The sensation was intense and placing my hands on his chest, I marvelled at the sensation of Ted’s pectoral muscles as they tensed so that he could hold me close.
Breaking off the kiss, Ted smile, “is that what you wanted? Are you satisfied now?”
“No,” I replied as I pushed his hands away so that I could step back to the middle of the blanket. “I won’t be satisfied until you have used every inch of me.” My hands brushed around my thighs and the hem of my dress for a moment and then I pulled upwards, draw the whole garment up and over my head in one movement.
Shaking my head so that my head cleared from my eyes I opened them to see an appreciative grin on Ted’s face. “And I thought your mother had a great body,” Ted commented as he reached out with his hands to pull me in tight to him again. My hands roamed down to the front of his shorts as Ted held me by the hair and guided me in for another kiss. His cock was already large and firm to the touch as it hung down between his legs as I realised, he was not wearing underwear.
Rubbing a hand around the waistband of the shorts, I used my fingers to prise open the clothing before pushing my hand into the gap between the material and Ted’s skin. My fingers and palm slid down towards the massive cock that had pleased my mother so much. Wrapping my fingers around his length, testing the girth in the process, I pulled Ted’s tool upright so that I could hold the head in the palm of my hand. As I did so, I felt the wetness of its head against my skin. He was clearly turned on and would find it easy to slide into my hole when the time came.
Releasing me from his grip, I watched as Ted pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, exposing his muscular chest to me. Then, as he held me again, I felt a bolt of electricity shoot from my nipples and through my body as they touched against the warmth of his black skin. Feeling my knees go weak, I looked down and marvelled at the contrast between the whiteness of my excited breasts and the darkness of Ted’s muscles.
“Lie down,” Ted commanded, and I stepped away from him before lowering myself slowly to my knees and then, rolling over onto my back. Looking up from the ground I watched as Ted removed his shorts, exposing his big cock to me for the first time. As I admired it, I wondered how many times my mother had looked up at Ted in the same way?
Ted stepped around me so that his cock was directly above my head. Then, lowering himself to his knees I watched as it got closer and closer to my mouth. The tip of his penis bouncing as he moved and causing small amounts of precum to drop down and land on my face. As leaned forward, putting out his hands to catch himself I found myself beneath Ted as he kept himself raised on all fours above me. His cock, so massive that it was, now hanging down so that it brushed against my face and then down the side of my cheek.
It did not take much for me to adjust my position, and take him into my mouth, causing Ted to groan as I did so. “Yeah baby,” he said and then, placing his head between my legs I felt the first flick of his tongue over the hood of my clitoris. I groaned at the touch of his warm mouth against my increasingly wet labia.
Lifting my legs, I wrapped them around Ted’s head pulling him in closer to my hole while above me, feeling my need, he lowered his pelvis closer to my face. The cock pushed deep, far deeper than any man had ever been before and I wondered if my mother had been any good at sucking Ted’s cock.
The sensation of Ted’s balls touching the skin at the end of my nose, made me open my eyes and I stared at the smooth skin of his ballsack. “Fuck!” exclaimed Ted as he pulled his head away from my pussy for a moment. “Your mouth is far deeper than your mother’s.”
Taking hold of Ted’s cock with a hand, grasping him around the base of the shaft and the testicles, I guided him out of my mouth. Then turning my head to the side, I spoke in between short, excited breaths, “It’s something I always worked on,” I said before sliding him back into my throat. This time Ted, excited by my claim, thrust himself deeper than ever. His cock blocked my airway completely, removing any ability for me to breath as I opened my throat fully in order to accommodate him. Physically fit, I was certain that I could hold him long enough that he would need to thrust again before I needed to take a breath and so I made no complaint.
It also turned out I was right and after around thirty seconds I felt Ted pull back, withdrawing his length from my throat and mouth, allowing me to exhale again. The tip hovered in front of my lips as he considered his options while below, I became aware that he was slowly inserting his fingers into me. He was already up to four fingers as his cock thrust forward again, my mouth and throat opening to swallow his sword in one movement. Deep into me he pushed again to see whether I could take him all the way to the base of his shaft before filling my mouth with a series of quick, hard thrusts.
Pulling out, Ted slipped from on top of me and instead knelt down between my legs. For the second time he started to insert his fingers into me, until this time I felt his thumb enter as well. “Do you think you could take a fisting?” he asked, “if you can manage a fist, I am sure you could manage me.”
“I had a boyfriend who was into stretching me, he used to put oversized dildos and occasionally his hand into me. I never lost that looseness.”
“Really,” Ted seemed surprised, “your mother was loose, having given birth but she could never fully take my fist.”
I smiled at the comment, this would be another thing I was better than my mother at I thought. “Well you better fill my hole with something,” I said, “because it is feeling empty right now.”
Ted didn’t need to be asked twice and I winced slightly as I felt the digits of his hand enter me up until he reached the knuckles. Then, shaping his fingers, he pushed again, and my labia slid with ease over the widest part of his hand. As it did so he curled the fingers so that his fist filled me.
“Did you fist August Sinn?” I asked, not sure whether I wanted to hear the answer.
“Oh yeah,” Ted laughed at the question, “it was a condition of being the two thousandth cock, I had to fist her to orgasm first.”
“Fuck,” I replied, realising as I spoke that my own first orgasm was not far away. “Mount me,” I moaned as the feelings became even more intense.
“Mmm?”
“I’m ready to orgasm and I want to orgasm on your black cock, mount me please,” I begged and for a moment the intense pleasure of being penetrated by a fist subsided. Only to be replaced, seconds later by the feeling of Ted on top of me, lying between my legs, his cock pushing against the opening of my hole.
“Fuck!” I said again, desperate for the sensation of his cock entering me, “fuck me!” Ted slid his cock forward, the head entering between my labia and stretching me wide. As he did so the orgasm hit and as Ted reached full penetration, I screamed out loud, “fuuuuccccckkkkkkk!!!!!!”
Ted grinned at the fact that just him entering me had made me cum and so he mercilessly continued to fuck me hard. Every thrust seemed to make me cum again as Ted proceeded to pound into me far harder and faster than any man I had ever been with before. I have heard it said that some women cannot orgasm from penetration and certainly I have been with men with whom penetration might as well have not been there. For Ted though, it was a completely different experience, his cock was so big and so hard that I couldn’t help but orgasm from the feeling of it entering me. It brought pleasure in a way I was not sure I understood to the extent that I could not tell if it was the size of his cock, the colour of his skin or a mixture of both that gave me so much pleasure.
He was enjoying fucking me though and given the way he was performing, I wondered if he had been with anybody since my mother had died? Was I just the first chance he had been given to fuck a girl in the best part of six months?
By now though it was clear Ted was desperate for a release and he started to grunt deeply as he fought the urges in his body to fill me with cum. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him in tight to my vagina. Meanwhile, reaching up with my hands I stroked Ted’s face and whispered reassurances to him about filling me with his cum.
My efforts were enough to bring him to climax and bucking into me in a series of long, hard, thrusts I felt the release of Ted’s cum. Hot and creamy it spurted deep into me, far deeper I was certain than any man had inserted his cum before. It felt good to have been fucked in such a way and as Ted collapsed to my side I wondered if we would ever get another chance to fuck like that again.
Lying there, covered in sweat, cum dripping from between my legs I thought of how crazy it was that I had seduced my mother’s lover. I wondered if she would have been proud of my efforts if she was around to know what I had done or if she would be furious and see me as disloyal. Either way, I was certain that in allowing myself to be fucked by Ted, in seducing him, I had given myself a great sexual experience that I would not forget.
“Thank you,” Ted said as he rose back to his feet and pulled on his shorts, “it’s been too long since I have fucked anyone.”
“No, thank you Ted, you have opened my eyes to an entirely new world or experiences.”
“You’ve never thought of black cock before then?”
I was about to reply when the sound of someone walking on gravel reached my ears. Sitting up, my mind raced with the thought that it might be my father coming home and that unlike my mother I would not be able to deny having been with Ted.
Looking around I wondered what, if anything I could do to escape but then I heard Ted speak. “Ahh TJ,” Ted said, and I felt instant relief at the fact that it was Ted’s adult son though in reality I was still naked, cum filled and had just been fucked by the new arrivals father.
“Ahhhh, white pussy,” said TJ as he stepped out from behind a bush that had masked his approach. He was taller than his father though clearly cut from the same mould though while his father was bald TJ had thick dreadlocks that hung down to his shoulder.
“Hey TJ,” I replied, “me and your father were just… having some fun.”
“You mean that just like your mother, you couldn’t resist having my father fuck you?”
Standing up, I let TJ’s eyes study my every curve as I felt Ted’s cum gush out of me even faster. “Well you have to admit he is hot,” I commented.
“What about me?” TJ asked, “am I hot?”
“Of course, you are, but you never slept with my mother.”
“That’s where you are wrong.” It was Ted who spoke this time.
“What?” I asked, confusion crossing my face as I looked back and fore between the two of them.
“Your mother wanted to give my Dad a special surprise, but she wasn’t sure if she could manage it, so she asked me to try it out first.”
“Surprise?” I asked, nervous as to what was on offer.
“Yeah, your mother wanted to let my father fuck her in the ass.”
Taking a moment to absorb what I had just heard, I unconsciously took a step towards TJ. “You fucked my mother in the ass?”
“Yes.”
I looked at Ted and then at TJ before turning my attention back to Ted. “What are you looking at me for? If you want my son to bed you, that is your choice.”
Another step, this time I noticed it as I was taking it. Now I was almost within arms reach of TJ and inside, despite already having been well used by Ted I could feel my lust building again.
“TJ?” I asked but without voicing the question itself.
“Yes.”
A dozen thoughts played through my heads, how should I put it to the son of the man I had just been fucked by that I wanted him to take me as well. One final step and this time I knew I was taking it, putting myself within reach of my next lover.
Reaching towards me, TJ took hold of my body and pulled me into an embrace and as we kissed, I submitted to him. Like mother, like daughter and now like father, like son.
The Sins of August 