My boyfriend of six months brought his car to a gentle stop outside my home. Unlocking my seat belt, I shifted in the seat so that I could look at him, “thank you,” I said as he leaned in for a goodbye kiss.

“For what?” he replied, a grin breaking across his face as he spoke.

“You know what for, for the last three hours, I just wish I could stay longer for even more of the same.” As I spoke, I placed a hand on his groin and stroked back and fore across the denim that constrained the cock that had pumped into me twice that night.

“Oh that,” my boyfriend replied as he tried to pretend that it had been nothing special, “at the end of the day, I have a fantastic body to work with.” As he spoke, his hands mirrored by own movements, and he slipped his fingers under my skirt and between my legs. I opened then my legs so that he could run a finger along the outside of my naked labia. I had been wearing knickers when I had gone out, but in the dark, as we had fucked in the small car park in the woods, I had dropped them. Now, unable to find them, I had been left with no choice but to return home commando while the memory of the fucking I had received still echoed through my vagina.

The temptation to start round three filled my mind but at the back of it I remembered that there was a reason I had returned home early. “Stop,” I said, raising my hand from his cock and placing it against his chest, “remember you have an early start tomorrow if you are going to get that job.”

“Yeah, but another ten minutes won’t hurt.”

“It will if you don’t get the chance for us to move to London and then we will have plenty of chances to get to know each other.”

His head sagged at my comment, “yeah, you’re right,” he said, and we kissed gently again as I opened the car door.

“Good luck tomorrow,” I said, glancing behind me as I left the car to see that he was staring at my ass.

“For us,” he replied and as I closed the door carefully so that it did not wake my parents, he restarted the engine and pulled away. I watched the car turn around in the road and as he drove past again, he blew a kiss for me to treasure.

“Right,” I thought to myself as I looked up the small flight of steps to my front door, “the quieter the better as they will not be happy if I disturb them.” Then, slowly and carefully I made the short climb towards my house. The steps were dark, there were no lights to the front of the house at this time of night and I was certain that my parents were already tucked up in bed. Hoisting my small handbag, I searched for my house keys before gently sliding the thin metal into the hole that it fitted so snugly.

The key turned, and for once the clunk that seemed to be such a regular feature of the lock was not there as the lock was eased so that the door could be opened. Inside, the warmth of the hallway, still holding the heat of the day wrapped itself around my body. It was late spring but while the days were warm the nights cooled during the early hours and the difference was instantly noticeable.

Closing the door with a click, I balanced myself against the wall as I slipped off my shoes. They were only trainers but the risk of a squeaking sound as I crossed the tiled floor towards the kitchen was still too great to risk, while I was certain that my bare feet would be silent.

Padding gently on the floor, I crossed the hallway towards the closed kitchen door but as I got closer I realised that a gentle glow could be seen around the edges of the frame. “Someone must still be up,” I thought to myself and taking a grip of the handle I gently pushed on it and the door until I felt it give. It opened onto the bright lights of the kitchen where I saw my father sitting on a stool by the island that took up the space in the middle of the room. “Clara!” he said in a whisper though the shock in his voice was still noticeable. “I… I… I…”

“You thought I would be home in the morning?” I offered as I noticed the tremor in my father’s voice, something that was not normally present in a man who was usually so sure of himself.

“Yeah,” he said, and I realised that his eyes were glancing towards the doorway that led to the living room.

“Steve has an interview in the morning for that job?” It was a rhetorical question as I had mentioned a number of times that he had an interview.

“Yeah? What job?” my father replied as if it was the first time that he had ever heard of it as his eyes flickered towards the living room door again.

“You know, the one in London, the one where if he gets it, I’m going to move in with him?”

“Yeah?” he replied, clearly absent-mindedly as his eyes glanced towards the living room again.

Feeling frustrated by his behaviour I snapped and walked over to the living room door, “what is going on in there?” I said with a tinge of anger in my voice. Then I opened the door and the sight before me made my jaw drop.

Sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room was a muscular, and obviously naked black man while straddling him, his hips grinding back and fore in his lap was my mother. Her large white breasts bobbed up and down in the black man’s face as her head tilted back, mouth open and eyes wide in pleasure. “What the fuck!” I exclaimed, loud enough that it broke my mother out of her moment. Turning her head to face me, her eyes filled with horror as my eyes continued to drink in the sight.

Slamming the door, I looked back at my father, “what sort of kinky shit is this?” I asked but before he could answer I ran from the kitchen and up the stairs. Entering my bedroom, I yanked the door closed and as it closed with a loud bang, I threw myself on the bed.

The morning arrived with the sound of birdsong and as I opened my eyes, I realised that I had left the curtains open, and sunlight streamed in through the window. Crawling out of bed, I realised that I was still in the same clothes that I had worn the night before having cried myself to sleep in the spot where I had thrown myself the night before.

I stripped naked and studied my body in the full-length mirror that stood in the corner of the room. My breasts were as impressive as my mother’s, not quite as large but they were just as perky and unlike her, all natural. Looking down I stared at my pussy, a thin strip of hair closely cut hair leading up from my clitoris while either side I was completely hairless. Using my fingers I inspected the skin, checking to see if the hair was starting to grow back yet and finding, thankfully, that I was still smooth.

Grabbing my dressing gown, I pulled it tight around my body, it was short, only just covering my bum and my breasts almost fell out of the front but it covered me up enough to be decent. Then, carefully, I opened the door to my bedroom and crept out. My parent’s bedroom door was open, and I could see that in the bed lay my mother and the black lover I had seen her with the night before. I wondered where my father was but decided that in the circumstances I did not really want to find out and headed for downstairs.

Seeing my mother, I could feel my anger and upset still boiling inside but I was feeling thirsty and desperate for a cup of water. Reaching the kitchen, the memories of the night before came flooding back and I stepped through into the living room, staring at the chair where my innocence had been destroyed. Until last night I had thought that I was adventurous, I had been with a handful of guys, I had been fucked in the ass and I had even had a threesome with a previous boyfriend. But the idea that my mother was openly fucking someone in my house while my father sat in the kitchen, seemingly knowing all about it shocked me.

Passing back through into the kitchen, I took a glass from the cupboard and crossed over to the sink and turned on the tap until the water ran cold. Lifting the glass, I took a gulp of the first few drops, my mouth feeling refreshed as the liquid passed over my tongue.

“I can explain.” The voice came from behind me, and I turned to see my mother stood naked in the kitchen doorway. It had been years since I had seen my mother naked, but I had known that she had got a boob job for her 40^th birthday, paid for by my father. Now, in front of me, I could appreciate them again while still feeling that my nineteen years old mounds were just as good. The rest of her figure belonged on a model while between her legs I noticed that, different to when I had seen her as a child, she was completely smooth. Her look was topped off with long blonde hair, that even now when she had only just gone out of bed, hung down over her shoulders in a way that made her look desirable.

“I don’t want an explanation,” I replied as I took another sip of water from my glass. “Right now, I’m not even sure you are someone I want to talk to.”

A flash of hurt crossed my mother’s face as she processed what I had said but as quickly as it came, it had gone, her face replaced with a look of determination. “You know,” she said, the tension in her voice noticeable. “Yes, I gave birth to you and yes I raised you, but my life is not defined just by you, I have needs and enjoy doing things where I am not your mother.”

“You have needs? What about my father, he looked miserable.”

There was a moment of silence as my mother processed what she had said and my reply. “Sorry, yes, we have needs, he may have looked miserable but trust me he was very happy with what happened.”

“Was he? Then where is he?”

“He’s gone… out!”

It was obvious that my mother was not telling me something about what had happened, but she did not seem distressed or worried about things.

“Is there some sex thing you’re not admitting to me right now?” It was a straight-forward and open question in the situation. I just wanted to know the answer, the truth as to what was happening because I could see that they had kept secrets for years.

“Look,” my mother said, her voice measured, her face showing signs of the nerves she was feeling. “How about we just accept right now that he has gone out?”

“Then how about we all accept that I am moving out today?” I said my voice tinged with anger. I stormed from the room, desperate to avoid my mother who stood near the doorway from the kitchen to the hallway and so I walked into the living room. Inside I was seething but halfway across the room, as I passed the sofa where my mother had been so slutty the night before I stopped in my tracks. The memory of what I had seen filled my mind again. “Fuck!” I screamed and stormed from the room. I stomped up the stairs with enough anger that as I got to my room, I could see a naked and very hung black man staring at me from the doorway to my parents. “What do you want?” I shouted before stepping into my safe space where, like the night before, the door slammed again.

Hushed voices appeared on the other side of the door, whispered conversation about what had happened. The chat made me even angrier that I had felt before and I opened the door to be confronted by my mother and her lover. “It’s none of his fucking business!” I said before slamming the door on them again and throwing myself on the bed.

Lying there, my eyes filled with tears my emotions in turmoil as I played the events of last night and this morning through my mind again. Then I realised something that horrified me even more, that last moment, that time when I had said it was “none of his fucking business.” I had addressed it to his cock, not to his face and not to the face of my mother but his cock. The reality was that I had been unable to take my eyes off that amazing, long, thick and so, so black, cock.

The realisation made me roll over in bed and hate the situation even more.

 

I must have fallen asleep because when I stirred, I was lying face down on the bed, still in my dressing gown and it was nearly lunchtime. My mind was still whirring, thoughts of black cock and hung men filled it.

Rolling out of bed I settled on the idea of going for a run to try and clear my head. Opening a drawer, I pulled out a pair of grey mid-calf leggings and a matching crop top. Stripping out of my dressing gown, I first put on a sports bra and a pair of comfortable knickers before pulling on my running gear. Looking in the mirror, I made sure that everything fitted well before heading for the door.

Outside my room, the house was quiet, and I soon realised that I was alone. Heading downstairs I found a note by the front door from my mother, “gone to meet your Father, love Mum,” it read.

“Fucking whore,” I thought to myself as I pulled on my running shoes, plugged in my earphones and set up my mobile phone. A few minutes later though I could feel my mind clearing as my feet pounded the pavement as I ran down the hill away from my house. “LONDON CALLING!” filled my mind as the beat on my playlist switched to The Clash, a rather aptly named band I thought given the arguments that had taken place.

“Move to London and all my problems will be solved,” I thought as I turned at the bottom of the street in preparation for the long and shallow climb up towards the local park. The road underneath my feet seemed to pass in a flash as my legs powered me along the road towards the park. Then as I turned into the park my phone started to vibrate while I ring tone played in my ears. Stopping, I hoisted my phone up to see that it was my boyfriend who was calling. I pressed the button to connect the call and heard his excited voice.

“I got the job,” he said, and I smiled at the comment.

“London would be my saviour,” I thought to myself, “congratulations.”

“So I won’t be seeing you again.”

“What? Sorry, what are you on about?”

“Well, I met some cute girls in the new office, and I want to give this as good a start as possible, I don’t need the weight or the guilt of a girlfriend.”

For a moment I was speechless, I had no idea what to say, all that promise of moving to London together and yet, when it had come to it, he had dumped me.

“You cunt!” I commented but he did not care.

“There’s no need to be like that, enjoy your life,” he replied and ended the call, leaving me in the park with even more tears streaming down my face.

My mind swirled and through tear filled eyes I managed to find a bench in a quiet part of the park to sit on. It was true, I was not passionately in love with my boyfriend, but we had a good thing, we were planning on living together and the events with my parents had made me desperate to escape.

“Maybe he knew?” I thought to myself as I sat on the bench and tried to gather my thoughts.

“Hi…” the voice was gentle and yet manly and caught me off guard. “Clara isn’t it?”

Brushing away my tears I blinked my eyes as I tried to focus on the person who was speaking to me. “Yes,” I said as my vision started to clear enough that I could see the shape of a person in front of me.

“I’m Jay, mind if I sit?” I could just make out that they were holding out a hand, pointing to a space on the bench next to me but otherwise my eyes were still too puffy, and tear filled.

“Yeah,” I replied as a I choked back the tears, “who are you anyway?”

“Ahh, let me introduce myself, I’m Jay…” the man seemed to wait a moment as if he was expecting me to recognise the name. When I gave no response he continued, “I’m the man who was at your house last night.”

My tears stopped abruptly, and I wiped my eyes, finding that I could focus on the man who I now instantly recognised. “What do you want?” I asked now worried as to how he had found me.

He was at on the bench in knee length black shorts and a black vest top, his muscles flexing naturally while the bulge between his splayed legs was obvious.

“You know, your parents are happy, your mother and I have had a thing for a while, there’s no love involved, it’s just sex.”

“But they are my parents. I’m supposed to believe that my parents stopped having sex years ago.”

“True,” Jay said, and he his lips broke into a gentle smile, “but now you know differently, and you will just have to come to terms with that.”

“Easier said than done when I have just been dumped by my boyfriend as well.”

“What? How could someone dump you?” Jay replied and I realised that his eyes were drinking in my whole figure.

“Shouldn’t you have eyes just for my mother?”

“As I said, there’s no love. She’s not the only woman I sleep with either, just the best between the sheets. So, it makes me wonder what her daughter would be like?”

“Wh… What?”

“You heard me,” he replied and shifting in his seat I found him get just a little bit closer to me.

“Are you suggesting we fuck?”

“It’s a good way to work through your anger.”

“But last night you were with my mother. How would she feel if she found out?” The words came out of my mind and as I spoke them, I realised that I was not actually saying no.

“Look,” Jay produced his phone from a pocket and with a couple of presses I could hear it ringing as he lifted it to his ear. “Hey,” he said into the phone, “yeah, I’m with your daughter, she wants to know how you would feel if I fucked her.” There was a tinny voice, too quiet to hear in reply and then he held the phone out to me.

I took hold of it and held it to my ear, “hello?”

“Clara, it’s your mother, if you want to sleep with Jay that’s not a problem, I’d love for us both to be sluts for black cock.”

“This is insane mother,” I replied while also conscious of the fact that Jay was watching me, “he spent the night with you and now you are suggesting that he get into my bed?”

“Yes.”

“And what would my father think?”

“He’s excited by the thought of you going black.”

“Really?”

“Yes, we have discussed it many times, how to introduce you to the lifestyle.”

The comment made me look at Jay again and my eyes again settled on the bulge between his legs. “What if I have no condoms?” I asked before realising just how insane the question was.

“I never use them, and neither should you,” came the reply over the phone.

“Why not?”

“Because Jay can’t fit one on his gorgeous tool and you will want to feel the cum of a black man deep inside you.”

“This is insane,” I commented and ended the phone call. Rising from the bench I stood over Jay for a moment before offering him back his phone. “Coming?” I asked and he nodded before getting to his own feet.

I let him slip an arm around my waist and we walked like that as we headed further into the park. “How old are you?” I asked.

“Thirty eight.”

“I’ve never slept with a black guy, and I’ve never slept with a guy over twenty five before.”

“Is that a problem?”

The question made me stop in my tracks and I turned to him, guiding Jay’s hands so that they held me around the waist. “I’m not inexperienced, I’m not some innocent virgin.”

“I know,” he replied, and I let him bend in for a kiss. Our lips met and instantly I could feel the electricity of the moment. I knew then that he was going to fuck me, and I was going to enjoy it and my life would never be the same again.

“Come on,” I said and taking him by the hand I led Jay towards the edge of the path. A quick glance to either side made sure that nobody was watching, and we disappeared into the trees. I guided him deeper into the wood until finally I found the perfect spot, the place where I had lost my virginity.

“I lost my virginity against this tree,” I commented, “young, hairy and desperate, it lasted seconds but I loved every bit of it.” Then, pulling down my leggings and leaning back against the bark, I exposed my cunt to my new lover. Jay stepped towards me and took me, using one arm to brace himself over my head as we kissed again as the other reached between my legs. I parted them as far as I could so that his fingers could search underneath towards my hole. He slid in easily and I realised that I was already very wet and eager to please him.

“This is where you want it to happen?” he asked as his fingers pushed so deep into me that it caused me to gasp.

“Yes, for the first time.”

“You’re tight,” he gasped as I stroked a hand over his groin.

“I’ve never taken someone as big as you,” I replied, “but I am desperate to try.”

The comment made Jay chuckle as with my hands I pushed down his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was thick between my fingers and they the length gently as he started to harden fully. “You seem to have expert hands for someone who has never been with such a monster before?”

“I have always enjoyed holding them, feeling them grow under the guidance of my touch.”

Jay kissed me in response to the comment, then taking the time to push my leggings further down, he helped me lift one foot out of my clothes. As he stood back up, he lifted that same leg so that he held it at hip height. He stepped in closer, and I felt the head of his cock rub against my labia, he smiled and then lifted his body slightly so that the head pushed between the lips of my pussy. I gasped, even with just the head I was being spread in a way that I had never experienced before. The next inch made me moan as if my now ex-boyfriend had been fully buried inside me. My vagina felt stretched in a way that it had never experienced before, the penetration seeming to trigger not just the hole itself but my clitoris and my g-spot.

“God,” I exclaimed, and I held onto Jay’s shoulders while I looked down to see the base of his huge snake as the head disappeared into me.

“You want me to stop?”

“No, please don’t, I need every inch.”

The comment was enough, and I felt another couple of inches slide into me. I was being stretched so much that it hurt but at the same time it felt so good.

“You’re so tight,” Jay commented.

“I won’t be after you though will I.”

“True,” Jay laughed, and the moment relaxed me enough that I was able to take him even deeper.

The moment was intense as I felt Jay open me up in a completely new way, but I was also worried about the fact that we were essentially having a quickie in the park. Lifting Jay’s vest, I stroked my hands across his chest and then kissed it, licking each of his nipples in turn as I did. It had the impact that I was hoping for, and he grunted and thrust his cock even deeper as he grunted loudly. Then, seconds later I felt his cock release and with a series of twitches that seemed to stretch me even wider his cum shot from his balls, up his shaft and deep into me. The explosion made me cum hard and I ground down onto his length as he continued to fill me with his sticky, seed.

Jay collapsed against me as his cock turned flaccid and fell from inside my body. The exertions, while brief, left us both gasping for breath. “I needed that,” I managed to say in between my efforts to fill my lungs with oxygen.

“Next time, maybe we can go a bit longer?” Jay offered and we both smiled as our lips met.

“Definitely.”

Read Part 2 of Clara’s exciting life.