Dad’s face was ashen, and his eyes had a strange, haunted look.
“Come in, my God, what’s up with you?”
“It’s your mother, Sarah, she…” He stopped. He couldn’t look me in the eye.
“She’s what, Dad?” I led him through to the living room. “Is she ok?”
“She’s… oh God, Sarah. Can I stay here tonight?”
“Yes, of course, but please tell me what’s happened. You’re scaring me.”
“She’s… She’s left me. For a…” He trailed off again.
“What? No! That’s impossible.”
Dad had started to cry. His shoulders shook as he tried to hide his pitiful sobbing. Through the tears, his voice was faint and broken. “She’s with him now, he’s…” The tears choked off his sentence.
“I can’t believe you, Dad. I’m going over there now to sort this out. Mum would never cheat on you, never split up the family.”
“It’s useless, Sarah. He’s… It’s no good, hunni. We’ve lost her to…” he stopped again.
“Lost her?” I grabbed my car keys. “Stay here, Dad. I’ll be back soon – with Mum!” And I shut the door behind me, my hands shaking with shock.
In the car, my mind did backflips trying to make sense of what he’d said. Yes, ok, Dad had let himself go a bit, and Mum was obsessed with the gym and her perfect body, but I thought they were so solid; I thought that they were soulmates.
The family home was an old vicarage nestled in its landscaped grounds. There was an unfamiliar car on the drive, a 3-series BMW convertible with its top down.
As I went to ring the bell, I noticed that the front door was ajar. Dad must have left in a hurry. With a growing sense of trepidation, I pushed it open and became aware of sounds coming from inside: staccato, high-pitched shrieks and a wet and rhythmic noise.
Slap, slap, slap.
“Mum! Mum, it’s me, Sarah.” I tentatively stepped inside. “Are you ok?”
The noise was coming from upstairs. Trepidation turned to alarm. It sounded terrifying and violent. What on earth was going on?
“Mum, Mum! What’s happening?”
My heart was racing as I climbed the stairs. The screams had stopped, but the metronomic slapping carried on relentlessly. I tiptoed along the landing. It was coming from Mum and Dad’s bedroom.
I hesitated at the door before I stepped inside.
What I saw was so outrageous, so shocking and astonishing, that my mind tried to create excuses, tried to justify this scene with a rational explanation. Perhaps this was the wrong house. Perhaps I’d inadvertently stumbled onto the set of a pornographic film. Perhaps… No. Finally, acceptance came, and with it a sense of nausea.
Mum was on her back with her legs out straight, splayed wide apart. She had on high-heeled shoes. Her hands were both above her head, clinging to the rails of the iron bedframe. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, and her whole body was convulsing as if two thousand volts were passing through her.
On top of her was a large Black man whose hands pinned down her shoulders. He drew his hips back to reveal inch after inch of thick, wet penis until, when what must have been also almost a foot of it had been withdrawn, he slammed it all back into her with a bestial ferocity, and his hilt crashed into Mother’s mound.
Slap
Mother’s eyes popped open, and from somewhere down between her legs a stream of juices spurted out. She let out a high-pitched banshee wail and thrashed her head from side to side. I realised she was cumming, a massive full-body orgasm the like of which I’d only dreamed of.
The man also started to make a noise, a base, guttural grunting like something from a farmyard as the tempo of his strokes increased. I saw his smooth Black buttocks flex and his perineum start to pulse until, after another dozen pounding thrusts, he let out a terrifying roar of triumph as he evidently flooded her.
Their mouths locked together in shameless slobbering snog. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and his balls drew tight against her bum as he emptied into the depths of her.
I was rooted to the spot, my mouth quite dry and legs unsteady as I became aware of a sticky heat between my legs. I shouldn’t stay but couldn’t leave, transfixed by shock and awe.
Eventually, they broke the kiss. Over the bulk of her lover’s shoulder, she saw me standing in the doorway.
“Oh, honey, there you are; I was hoping that you’d come. Leroy, this is my daughter Sarah.”
He didn’t speak but instead rolled off my mother and flopped onto his back. My face flushed scarlet as I saw his enormous penis emerge from mummy’s cunt, flailing around, still half hard, sending drops of semen everywhere.
He looked me up and down, and I was suddenly aware of my attire: mini scrunch-butt hotpants and a semi-sheer crop top. I’d been in too much of a hurry to put on something decent as I’d left my house to drive here.
“Yo girl. You got your momma’s tits, I see.”
I blushed again, this time with indignation. “Mum!” Surely she wouldn’t let him speak to me so crudely.
“She sure has, and my ass. Turn around and show him, babe.”
“Mum! What on earth’s got into you?”
“This has,” she burst into a fit of giggles as she wrapped her hand round Leroy’s cock.
“Imma gonna get a beer.” He got out of the bed and walked across the floor towards me. His ebony skin was completely smooth all over, and his luxuriant beard was matched by a thick jungle bush of pubic hair. I tried to stop my eyes from dropping down between his legs, but it was inevitable as the turning of the tide. I bit my lip as I watched his giant dong, still dripping sperm, swing from side to side, bouncing off each thigh in perfect rhythm with his stride.
As he passed me, he paused, bent down and whispered in my ear. “Don’t go anywhere, sugar; I got plans for you.” His hot, wet penis brushed my thigh, and my cunt seemed to catch fire.
Mum’s legs were still spread wide and open. She made no attempt at modesty, seemingly proud to display her vagina in its red-raw, swollen state. Leroy’s sperm was starting to flow out of her stretched love hole and puddle on the sheets.
“Have you been Blacked yet?”
“What?”
“Have you been Blacked?” She spoke the words more slowly. “Have you been fucked, raw by a Black man?”
“No! Of course not! I’ve only been with Paul.”
“And how was it?”
“How was what?”
“Sex with Paul. Does he fill you, baby? Does he make you cum like that?”
I paused, and thought back to the last time Paul and I made love. How difficult it was to make him hard, and even then I hardly felt him.
“Well, it’s ok.”
“Ok is not ok. You deserve better, babe. You deserve the best.”
“Sex isn’t everything, Mum.”
“Sex isn’t anything if it’s not everything, babe. Wait until he fucks you. It isn’t just an orgasm; it’s every single cell in every corner of your body simultaneously exploding in heavenly joy.”
Until who fucks me?
Mum gave a little snort of laughter. “There really are no words.”
Her left hand slowly dropped down until it reached the top of her slit, and then slowly started circling.
“Mum…” My voice was low, a little hint of protest.
“Don’t fight it, Sarah.” Her eyes glanced over my shoulder. “Join us.”
I sensed his presence in the room: the dominance, his aura.
“So you stayed.” His deep voice was confident and calm.
“Mmm.”
“Good girl.”
“Mmmm.”
My whole body was tense and rigid, aching for his touch, and when it came, it was the gentle pressure of his penis against the bum cleft of my hotpants.
“Ah!” A gasp, and his hands were on my shoulders.
“Oh, Mum.” Our eyes were locked as Leroy’s hands came round and reached under my crop top.
“Good girl, Sarah. Mummy is so proud of you.” Her words were so wrong, but oh so right as his hands expertly found my nipples.
The gentle pressure against my bottom had become a powerful force. I parted my thighs, and his thick meat sprang up into my undercarriage with a meaty-sounding thwack.
Both of his huge hands were working my tits roughly now; so different from Paul’s timid touch, Leroy gripped my bullet nipples with rabid, urgent hunger.
“Oh!” Suddenly, he dropped to his knees and yanked down my shorts and G-string.
This was the moment of truth. This was the point of no return. If I didn’t stop him now, I never could.
It was nothing but a fleeting thought, forgotten in an instant. I kicked off the shorts and panties and moved my feet apart. A brazen invitation which he eagerly accepted.
He was up behind me in an instant, grabbing my tits and pushing his huge Black python between my outer folds, inch after inch, until I felt his curly jungle push against my bare behind.
I looked down.
“Oh fuck.”
Protruding from between my legs was at least six inches of thick, black cock. Rock hard and curving slightly upwards, crowned by a bright pink mushroom head, and glistening with juices.
I wrapped my hand around ‘my’ shaft, my fingers a mile away from meeting – such was its prodigious girth – savouring its heat and the ridges of its bulging veins.
I started to wank, moving my hand slowly up and down ‘my’ cock.
“Oh fuck,” this time it was mummy’s voice.
I held her gaze and said to her, “Come here and suck my dick, you slut.”
A flicker of astonishment passed over mummy’s face, but only for an instant as she jumped up off the bed and knelt down between my legs, first licking all around the tip then plunging her throat right down until her top lip met my shaven mound.
I firmly held my mother’s head and moved it back and forth, skull-fucking her and making drool spurt from her nostrils as she choked and gagged on it.
“Oh fuck,” this time it was Leroy. “You bitches are the perfect team. Ginny, get up on the bed, you ho; I want to fuck your girl.”
After one last adoring lick around the ridge of Leroy’s glans, she did as she was told. On her back up on the bed, she spread her legs again to display her ruined snatch.
Leroy roughly grabbed my arms and pushed me so that I overbalanced forward and ended up on hands and knees, my face just inches from her labia.
He was up behind me straight away; his big paws grabbed my buttocks and pulled them wide apart.
“Damn girl, that is a perfect ass and such a pretty pussy.”
“Thank you, Leroy; help yourself.” I looked at Mum and winked. Her eyes widened with delight and pride.
He plunged his face between my cheeks, his thick, wiry beard tickling my bareness as his enormous tongue circled my anus before moving further underneath to stimulate my clitty.
“Oh yeah, Leroy, eat my cunt; you’re going to make me cum, you stud.” My eyes were still on mummy’s as this brazen filth spewed from my mouth, her demure daughter suddenly a wanton whore.
Within a minute, my toes started to tingle, and then the swell of pleasure spread up my legs, all through my womanhood, before erupting in a sweet crescendo. The ecstasy was such that my arms gave way and my face fell forward, straight into Mum’s wide-open sex.
My nose was pressed against her love bean, and her aroma was intoxicating: a fragrant mix of salty sperm and her own honey-sweet liquid. Abandoning all thoughts of decency, I thrust my tongue right up her gaping tunnel and greedily drank her juice. She grabbed my hair and held me tight against her.
“Sarah, my sweet girl, so many times I’ve dreamt of this.”
Leroy had risen up behind me and slapped his heavy club of meat against my moistened butt. I arched my back and pushed it up to offer him the choice of holes.
I hooked my arms under mum’s thighs and started to work her clit. She was engorged and swollen, fully erect, a purple fleshy bullet, and playfully I flicked it with my tongue and watched her eyes roll back.
Leroy’s cockhead pressed against my dripping cunt; I was shocked by its enormity. My toungue was swirling round mum’s clit, swirling and flicking, flicking and licking. Her breathing was becoming ragged, and little spasms shook her thighs. Leroy was pushing harder now; I knew there was no stopping him, and tried to open up my hole as wide as it would go to minimise the trauma when he breached my little entrance.
“Oh babe, I’m gonna cum,” she said, pulling my face right into her as the spasms became great tremors. She was almost bouncing on the bed as her eruptions detonated.
Her juices squirted into my mouth just at the moment Leroy entered me, and my head snapped back and mouth stretched open in a silent scream as his gigantic cock resized my cunt.
*********
It was 2.00am, but Peter Jenkins was still up, still up and waiting. At last, his phone pinged with a WhatsApp message.
His hands were shaking as he unlocked the handset and saw who it was from.
I won’t be coming home tonight; in fact, I might stay here a while.
Twenty seconds later, in came another message. This time it was a picture.
Frantically, he tugged down the zipper of his jeans to release his burgeoning erection and managed half a dozen frenzied pumps before thin strings of semen leaked out of his little dick onto his daughter’s couch.
