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"Truth or Dare, Mom," He Said.
By Leta with mkarl
After Phil Phantom
ACKNOWLEDGMENT from mkarl:
As time progresses it seems to become more and more difficult to tell an
"original" story. Often, the similarities of a story to works which have
preceded it, are simply functions of the obvious limitations of the genre. As
versatile as the word "fuck" might be, there are still really only three holes
a guy can stick "it" into a girl.
With that acknowledged, sometimes the similarities to previous works are purely
intentional. There are a lot of very excellent stories that have been written
and posted to the Internet these past few years... stories that have "inspired"
me.
What I am going to be doing periodically is taking the essences of these
excellent stories and giving them a new presentation. The words will be mind.
Many of the plot devices will be mine; but the original concepts should be
credited to the original authors.
Anyone not familiar with "Phil Phantom's" work can e-mail me for an URL to his
home site which archives all of his work. From my observation, he is pretty
much the most prolific writer of erotica on the net and is the absolute master
of the 'slut-mom" story. He writes under a few different pen names and I"ve
never read any story by him that wasn"t a tremendous turnon to myself.
Anyhow, the concept of a mother falling "victim" to her child's lusts through
the use of the game "truth-or-dare," was the basis of Phil's story "Truth Or
Daredevil." The story is very good and well worth reading yourself. I can only
hope my interruption and tribute to the concept does service to the original. A
couple "one" or "two" sentence passages are "borrowed" from the original work
of Phil's... strictly as a homage to the brilliance of his ability to play with
word imagery. I can't recommend you read his origional material any stronger.
Mkarl can be written at mkarl2000@hotmail.com Leta is at
willingwhiteslave@hotmail.com
WARNING Story contains [m+/F, f/F, son/mother/daughter, interracial pregnancy]
Anyone otherwise prohibited by the standards and/or laws of their community
should read no further. People upset with the concepts of incest or politically
incorrect racial terminology may also wish to read no further or risk being
offended.
For everyone else, I hope you enjoy ""Truth or Dare, Mom," he said."
Susan Knight wasn't suppose to be home yet. The attractive wife of Michael, and
mother of both Scott and Angela was still suppose to be at the hospital where
she worked as a nurse. She had returned home early cause she had come down with
a touch of the flu and wasn't feeling well in her stomach.
What she was overhearing now as she was inside her home, made the queasiness of
the flu seem like nothing compared to the stunned shock that her "children's
words" were causing the mother.
"You better not wimp out, Scott. I already got a commitment from both Deon and
Jerome that they will try to knock her up, if we can get her to play."
"I"m not going to wimp out, Angie. You know I wanted to fuck her too ever since
we spied on her and dad. Are you sure this is going to work though?"
"Of course it will. You know how Mom is about playing by the rules. She may
act like such a prude in front of us but you know as well as I do that she
sucked dad's cock and took it in the ass... so she is a whore and we can use
that to our advantage."
Susan was shocked. When she had first entered her house, she had almost called
out to see if either of her teenage children were home. Scott was fifteen while
Angela was only thirteen. They had always been such good kids. Perhaps that was
why Susan had been so shocked when she had heard the squeaking of bed springs
as she had returned home early for work.
At first, Susan was in denial. As she tried to silently climb the stairway, she
wasn't sure who she would find in her bed. Michael was out of town as his job
had taken him overseas for the past month. It had been a long time since the
springs of her bed had gotten a workout and the squeaking seemed to indicate
their recent inactivity.
The thirty-eight year-old mother had to admit to herself she hoped it was
Scott. Not because she wanted to see her son... [well, that wasn't the MAIN
reason.] At least Scott was a boy. Angela was only 13 and if she was the one
who was suddenly moaning loud enough for "Mommy" to hear, than Susan had
definitely screwed up not having the 'talk" with her kid yet.
Susan Knight thought to herself that she was too old to start raising another
kid.
Maybe Angela's "boyfriend" would be wearing a rubber.
It wasn't that Susan was a prude about sex. She actually was a very horny
woman. She had always been horny ever since the time she had gotten mounted by
the family dog way back when she was just nine years old. She never took off
her panties till she was thirteen. After that she had gotten herself fucked by
everything that moved... as long as it walked on all fours and wouldn't "ruin"
her reputation behind her back.
Susan had always been aware that she had a "reputation" to protect. After she
had cut the dogs off at age sixteen, she had gone five long years without cock.
It had not been easy but it had managed to land her Michael.
His daddy owned a small oil company. Michael was quite the catch even if he
wasn't exactly "great" in the sack. He tried okay but there was only so much
you could do with such a small cock. After the dogs, Susan barely felt Michael
unless he was willing to give it to her in the ass. About the only saving grace
was that he was "easy" to deep throat, and Susan did like sucking cock.
It was pretty clear as Susan approached the open door to her bedroom that the
female moans of pleasure were her daughters. Susan wasn't sure if she should
just burst into the room and stop everything. Even though Angela had been
developing into a younger [and just as sexy] version of her mother, with very
ample development in the cleavage department and well-toned and proportioned
"everything-else," Susan wasn't prepared for her little girl getting herself
fucked.
Especially in Susan's own bed.
Susan had decided to keep her cool, than she had peeked in and just froze in
absolute paralyzed disbelief. It WAS her fifteen-year-old daughter, Angela
laying there, with her legs spread wide, getting fucked... but the "boyfriend"
was Susan's other child... Angela's own brother was fucking her.
At least he did have a rubber on.
Susan almost fainted. Her mouth moved but no sound came out. The kids were too
"involved" to realize that their mother was watching them shatter the taboo.
Angela was wrapping her long legs around Scott's ass and pulling her brother
in. She ran her hands through his hair as she pressed her lips to his.
They were just so FUCKING passionate.
Susan Knight had never watched two people fuck before. Sure she had watched
porn. She had watched a lot of porn, but she had never been just a few feet
away while two people fucked like animals right in front of her. To the shocked
mother's horror, she LIKED IT.
It was her own kids. It was wrong. It was so WRONG! She had to do something,
but why couldn't she move? Why didn't she want to move?
Scott was going to finish. Susan knew the signs. The boy's daddy actually acted
the same way. Scott did look a lot like his father. At least in the face and
body type. One area that Scott had it all over his daddy was between the legs.
Susan was shocked at herself that she noticed, but how could she not?
Angela was not quite as big a girl as Mommy was, but Joey's cock still looked
like at least two handfuls from Susan's perspective as Angela and him prepared
for his ejaculation. Scott pulled out of Angela's wet pussy with an audible
"plop" and than the kids were so quick that Susan realized they must have done
'this" before.
Scott let his little sister grab hold of his eight inch cock and pull the
protective rubber off. Than Angela got down and put her face in the "firing
line." It was like the porn movies Susan loved. Scott shot in his sister's
mouth, and Angela swallowed while Mommy watched.
It was so obscene... so taboo... SO FUCKING HOT.
Susan Knight had her hand under the short skirt of her white, starched, nurses
uniform and into her panties by the time Scott glazed his sister's face with
his cum shot.
She wanted to get off too. She hadn't been so turned on in years. It was
wickedly sinful, but as much as she was now desperate to not get "caught" by
her kids, Susan stood just outside the doorway to her bedroom and frantically
fingered herself. She was afraid that she would have to run if the kids
suddenly got up but they seemed to have "business" to discuss.
Susan wasn't even aware that she was the topic of discourse at first. Mom was
so busy in replay of the fuck she had just watched that she almost missed that
the kids were talking about adding "her" to their sinful pleasures.
Except, it was going to be so bad.
The kids wanted to get Mom impregnated and by a "NIGGER!!!"
***
"So it's settled than. We will do it Friday. Mom hasn't had cock in over a
month. As small as dad is, I bet she will like Deon and Jerome's twelve-inchers
too. She won't be able to refuse anything once the game has started."
"You are sure that Friday is the peek day of her fertility?"
"Of course I am sure, Scott. I have been keeping track for three months. Mom
will be primed for baby making and than we will have her ready to blackmail
into being our sex slave forever."
***
Susan was week in her knees as she walked back out the front door. She was
still queasy from her 'sickness." She was flustered from the mind-blowing
orgasm she had just finger-fucked herself too. Mostly, she was in absolute
stunned disorientation as to just "what-the-hell-was-she-going-to-do-now?"
Her own kids were planning some sort of perverse game of truth-or-dare in just
three days time where the goal of the game was to make "Mommy" submit to
allowing a couple of black studs the opportunity to pump their potent seed into
her "unprotected" cunt, knocking her up with a bastard.
How could the kids think that Susan was so into the "rules" that she would put
the playing of a game ahead of the sanctimony of her own fidelity vows with
their father? Why hadn't Susan stopped the kids from their disrespectful and
wicked plotting? Why did Susan not know if she was going to stop it?
Surely, she could never allow herself to be her kid's sex-toy. Susan had never
done anything so outrageously shocking. Even letting a dog fuck her cunt paled
in comparison to the final 'taboo." Susan had to think of a way to thwart her
kid's plans. She had to.
***
It was Friday morning and Susan was still stick. Her flu was done, but she had
called in to work to let them know she wouldn't be in. Scott had asked
permission the past night to have a couple of his friends sleep over. Susan had
tried to be calm as she asked him who they were. Her boy had just smiled as he
told her "just a couple black guys Mom... Don't worry though, I am sure you
will really like them."
Michael had called on the phone. He had wanted to do some phone sex, but as
Susan had "played" with her absent husband all she could think of was what
would happen the next night. She wondered if she would have a 'surprise" in her
belly by the time her husband got home.
Susan Knight had never been able to take the pill. Both Michael and herself
loved kids and had wanted lots. Michael wasn't overly potent though. It had
took five years for the first success. Susan had become so concerned that she
had a doctor examine if the problem was hers. When she had been told that she
was "extra-fertile," she realized that not only was Michael small and "fast,"
but he was pretty much a dud all-the-way-around.
Susan had been able to overcome Michael's inadequacies to make Scott. Than the
miracle struck twice and gave her little Angela. It was a true testament to
Susan's extreme fertility. Even at age 38, if she was going to risk taking a
sperming into her pussy from a couple virile, young black men, Susan knew she
would definitely conceive.
She would just have to tell Michael she had been raped. She loved her husband,
but she wanted to be fucked "good" at least once in her life.
It was all systems go.
***
Susan Knight had spent three hours in the bubble bath while her children were
off at school. She had Momentarily battled reason to get herself a diaphragm,
but it was too late. It would be less than twelve hours till she would be full
of "nigger's" sperm and their bastard baby.
She wondered if she would still recover so quickly from the pregnancy this time
around. Susan loved being pregnant. She had never been happier than when her
belly had grown so beautifully with her first two children. Even the morning
sickness and exhaustion of growing a baby had been borne with pride by the
dedicated mother.
Nothing fulfilled Susan's life like being a Mommy. As Susan stepped out of the
bathtub and stood before her full-length body mirror to examine her nude
profile, she slowly ran her hands over her flat tummy. She was very proud of
her looks.
At 115 pounds, the 38D-28-36 body was in peak fighting shape... or was that
peak "fucking" shape??? She shook her head to let her long, dark hair flush out
and cascade down over her shoulders. She looked in close to the mirror to
eXXXamine that her face was just as youthful as the rest of her remarkable
body. Susan could easily pass for the eighteen-year-old she was when she
married.
Susan did hope that the baby wouldn't ruin her figure, but she wasn't as young
as she used to be and it would be difficult... still, it would be worth it,
wouldn't it?
It wasn't easy for the horny woman to wait until the kids got home.
***
Angela had cheer leading practice and wouldn't be home till almost supper time
so that left Susan as the only female when Scott showed up with the boys.
Boys... They were practically men. Deon looked to be about 6"1" and around 180
pounds. He was very athletic looking and very, very black.
The kid was wearing a Michael Jordan Chicago Bull's jersey and with his shaved
head, kind of resembled the famous basketball star.
Jerome looked more suited to being a football star. He had a short,
afro-looking hair style. Was around an even six feet two and at least 225
pounds. His facial features were classic Negro with big, thick lips and very
dark skin. His smile just lit up the room in stark contrast. Susan couldn't
help but think her own skin would have similar contrast when the "nigger" would
be fucking her within just a few hours.
The boys were going to wait for Angela and her friend Kate. They went up to
Scott's bedroom and Susan was left wondering just what the boys were talking
about. She wanted to listen.
***
"Fuck, she's hot. I can see why you want the bitch. She gave me wood with those
tits. How big are they."
"Mom wears a 38D bra. Would you like to see one?"
"Sure... you got one?"
"Yeah. It was one she had back when she was nursing Angie. She threw it out
cause I guess dad must have got a vasectomy or something and she probably
thought she wouldn't need no nursing bras anymore."
"Guess she's going to need to buy some new ones after we get done with her
tonight than."
Susan blushed at the boy's laughter as they so casually discussed getting her
impregnated with a black, bastard in her white belly. She still couldn't
believe that instead of being infuriated by her children's wickedness plotted
against her, that she was so actually desirous of their 'success."
"Remember guys, Mom is a real stickler for game rules, and she"d rather kill
than go back on her word. If we can get her to promise to play by the rules and
not drop out until the game is over, we have it made. So no giving it away
before we make her promise to play right."
"No problem Scott. When Angie said she needed us to knock up your mother she
explained everything, but how is it going to make you feel watching your mother
come her fucking brains out all over by big, black dick?"
"It will be okay. I'll like it. I want to see you guys get a little rough with
her too. Make it as racist as you can once we get going. If the video doesn't
totally make Mom look like a slut than dad might forgive her and we need to get
him out if we want the money now."
Susan's mouth dropped as she had her ear pressed against her son's closed
bedroom door. This wasn't just about perverted sex. Her kids wanted to get rid
of daddy. The little BRATS!
"So, than... It will be like "I dare you Deon to act like a rapist and hold
Mrs.. Knight down across her desk while Jerome fucks her up her unprotected,
married cunt with his potent "nigger" dick to knock her up?"
"Exactly and Angie will be like "sorry Mom, but they are daring me to video
tape your shameful breeding with this camcorder." Don't worry though, we won't
show it to daddy. Fuck, like he won't know what happened anyhow when he finally
gets home. Mom's belly will be showing good by than. She doesn't believe in
abortion and she won't be able to do anything but have the baby.
All the boys laughed again at Scott's wicked comments. Susan knew it would be a
lie about the videotape not being shown to Michael. Any hope of explaining the
baby away as a "rape-result" would be dashed. Unless Susan found the courage to
resist her wicked desires... her twenty year marriage was about to be over.
Susan couldn't listen any longer. She had to think. Could she still go through
with it?
***
Susan Knight was still thinking when Angie and Katie got home. Kate Burns was a
little slut. Susan had never really approved of the two girl's friendship.
Still, what could a mother do. Kate was kind of pretty though.
At 5"6, the blond fifteen-year-old was three inches taller than Angie and had
two inches on Susan. She definitely wasn't fat, but she was solid. She was a
great sports star in her own right, excelling at track, basketball and
volleyball. She was also very beautiful and was the captain of the cheer
leading squad at the junior high school.
Angie worshipped Kate and despite the two years age difference the girls were
like sisters as best friends. It was no surprise that she would be involved in
Susan's ruin... Either from a friendship point-of-view, or the fact that she
was a slut.
"Hi girls, was cheer leading practice good today?"
"Yeah. Me and Angie where working on a couple special cheers. We will perform
them for you this evening."
[Right. Give me a "B." Give me a "A." Give me a "B." Give me a "Y." What does
it spell... "BABY!" Knock-her-up-Knock-her-up... YEAHHHH MOMMY!]
Susan knew just what the girls would be cheering for.
"Did Scott and his friends get home yet Mom?"
"Yeah they are up in his room."
"Me and Kate are going to go up than. We have something we need to talk about
before supper."
"Like your final instructions on how to get me as your sex-slave," Susan
thought. Why wasn't she stopping this?
***
Susan was still asking herself the question as supper was almost over. She had
managed to keep her composer as she had served the children her award winning
five-star Texas Chilli. Everyone had seemed too excited to eat much, Scott's
own tummy was so nervous she could only manage to nibble a piece of toast.
It was almost time to start clearing the table when Scott asked, "so what are
we all going to do tonight?"
Susan listened as her daughter quickly chimed in, "well, there is three guys
and three girls here. Why don't we play some sort of game?"
Susan started to open her mouth to excuse herself and back out of the line of
fire, but as she went to make the sound, nothing came out.
If her kids noticed her sudden anxiety, they didn't let it slow them down at
all.
"What would everyone say about a game of "tuth-or-dare?"
It was all coming along so fast.
"Isn't that a little childish," Kate chimed in.
"We could make it more challenging. Like the time at Christine's party."
"Count me in," Deon spoke.
"Me too. That would be sweet," Jerome added.
"What about it Mom. We really need an even number of guys and girls," Angie
spoke so innocently.
"Umm... I d-don't know."
Susan was definitely wavering. Risking impregnation by a black and even
committing incest were one thing, but the knowledge that this was also being
done to hurt her husband and lover of twenty years was a difficult concept to
accept. Susan did love Michael, but she wanted to be fucked too...
"Come on, Mom... please," Angie begged
"You know how much you like games, Mom," Scott encouraged.
"Be a sport, Mrs. Knight," Kate challenged."
"It will be fun," Jerome smiled.
"Okay than," Susan surrendered. "But we have to get the dishes cleaned away
first."
***
Susan had never seen her children so eager to help out. All five of the kids
pitched in. Angie washed, the boys dried. Kate put away the leftovers and
Susan's excuse to delay the inevitable was over just like that.
Everyone adjourned to the living room where Kate explained the "rules" of the
game.
"We draw cards to see who challenges and who receives the challenge. The high
card challenges. The low card receives. There is no tie because spades beat
clubs, clubs beat diamonds, and diamonds beat hearts. The receiver elects to
tell the truth or take a dare. If you elect truth, and the majority thinks you
lied or withheld the whole truth, you must take a dare from each and every
player. It's that simple."
"I see. Well it sounds simple enough," Susan agreed
"There is one catch though, Mrs. Knight. Once the game starts, no one may drop
out until the game has run its course. We'll play right to midnight. That will
give us almost five hours."
"That's quite a long time, isn't it?"
It's kinda like Trivia Pursuit, Mom. Once you start playing you won't want to
stop. It's an awesome way to kill an evening."
"Or start a new life," Susan thought to herself
"Yeah, it's fun like Trivia Pursuit, but in Trivia pursuit, you don't get your
bare ass beat with a belt for failing a dare, don't forget Scott," Angie
giggled
The kids all paused to see what "Mom's reaction would be to Angie's revelation.
Susan knew some sort of protest was necessary to protect her own "image."
"I don't think I can play. That isn't a very appropriate sounding thing for a
grown woman to be doing with you kids. I don't thin any of you should be
playing a game this severe either."
"Come on Mom, don't embarrass us. We told the guys you were cool. If you do
what the challenges are than you don't have to worry about any punishment."
"Yeah, don't be chicken Mrs. Knight. Live a little. It's all for fun," Kate
smiled.
"Yeah, you'll kid's fun," thought Susan. Course Susan knew she wanted it too so
she had to say, "Okay than... but only until eleven. I work tomorrow."
The kids actually cheered. Deon was sitting in Michael's chair and the front of
his sweat pants were like a fucking pup-tent. Jerome and Angela were sitting so
close together on the couch, she might as well have been on the nigger's lap.
Scott was standing next to Kate who had the deck of cards in her hands.
Before the game could begin, the kids wanted one last assurance that Susan
wouldn't be able to back out of the fun
"All right folks. Here we go. Everybody raise their right hands and swear after
me. 'I swear to remain in the game and abide by all rules till the very end
under penalty of a bare ass spanking in front of everyone else for failure to
comply with a dare.'" Kate looked Susan straight in the eyes as she cited the
pledge
Susan and the others all repeated the pledge.
"Now the game begins. Susan, since you haven't played before, you will draw the
first card. As the dealer, I will draw the other."
As a skilled card manipulator, Kate was able to allow Susan to draw a ten. Kate
plucked a six for herself. No sense rushing things.
"Okay, Mrs. Knight, challenge me."
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
Susan paused to consider a question. She knew a little of how the game was
played despite never having actually took part in the game as a kid herself.
She knew that the question should be risqu , but Susan decided she was getting
a thrill out of the seduction and wanted the kids to work at it. If she was
going to end up knocked up, than they could damn well get her off too.
"What is your favorite class at school."
"Mom, that is so lame." Kate couldn't believe the question.
"Usually the questions are more risqu , Mrs. Knight. Maybe Scott can ask one
for you so you see what I mean."
"Okay," Susan smiled to herself. It really was kind of fun playing the "dumb"
Mom. Especially given the circumstances that Susan secretly knew that these
kids were planing to get her black-pregnant,
"What color are your panties, Katie?"
"Scott, that is no question to ask a proper young lady," Susan mocked her
'shock."
"It's okay, Mrs. Knight. If you don't want questions like this you don't take a
'truth." I"m not wearing any panties, Scott."
"Challenge," Deon, Angie, and Jerome all shouted together.
"What's a challenge?" Susan asked.
"A challenge is I have to prove the 'truth." If I can't, everyone gets to vote
on whether I was truthful or not. If they vote that I lied I have to take a
dare from every other player.
"Really?"
"Really, Mrs. Knight. But as you can see..." Kate smiled as she started to lift
her skirt. "I was truthful." Kate stood before Susan and the three boys with
her skirt pulled all the way up. Her natural blonde pussy hair was just
slightly darker than the golden locks atop her head. She looked as though she
kept it trimmed.
Susan felt herself blush even deeper. The game was on.
"Okay I lost that deal so now I go to the person to your left. That would be
Jerome."
Kate held out the cards while Jerome drew a nine. Kate pulled a queen.
"Truth or dare, Jerome?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to show us... your erect cock."
Susan blushed as red as she had ever blushed in her life. There was no subtlety
at all with these kids. "I never knew this was going to be happening. I can't
possibly play this."
Part of Susan was actually serious. Part of her hoped that the kids would have
a way to "force" her to continue.
"That's too bad, Mrs. Knight. You can't quit. If you do, we'll have to strip
you naked and lock you outside until the game is over... after you get your
bare ass beat with a belt. Those are the rules if anyone quits before the game
is over."
"Y-you can't be serious," Susan stuttered
"Sorry, Mom, the rules are clear. It's okay though. Just play.. please." Kate
was so bad. Susan had to think that what the kid needed was to have her own ass
spanked. Yeah, that would HAVE to happen.
"O-okay, I have no choice than. Try to remember though that I am an adult here,
and married. There's no telling how far you kids are thinking to take this but
try to think of Michael, okay."
Scott and Angela both smiled. Kate was also all happy inside. Jerome just stood
up to fulfill his dare.
"Try not to feel too embarrassed, Mrs. Knight. I may be a little bigger than
you"ve seen before."
Now that was an understatement. The nigger was A LOT BIGGER than Michael. He
was bigger than most the guys in the movies, or even the dogs from her
childhood. Jerome was absolutely HUGE.
He was already around three-quarters hard. He needed to stimulate himself to
get to a full erection though. Jerome stared right at Susan as he slowly jerked
his foot long cock. He was absolutely unashamed and utterly confidant.
Susan tried not to feel the boy's challenge, but she finally had to advert her
eyes. She glanced over to Scott who was watching her reactions. Susan felt like
she was the one eXXXposed. She felt so flushed. Her eyes went down to where
Angie was sitting. Her fifteen-year-old daughter was just sitting there as
calmly watching the boy jerk his exposed cock, as if she was only watching
another episode of Sesame Street like she had as a five-year-old.
Finally Jerome was hard.
"You are so big, Jerome," Kate giggled. "How long is it?"
"Hey, save it for the next challenge," Jerome smiled without any embarrassment
as he pulled his pants back up. "Guess it is me and Angie next."
Kate let Angie pull from the small cards. Jerome got to make the challenge.
"Okay than, 'truth or dare?"
Susan couldn't resist hoping that Angie would take a truth. Even though the
girl was obviously quite wicked [more so than Susan ever could have believe]
she was still her daughter too. Susan didn't want Angela at the mercy of this
"nigger."
"Dare."
"Everyone seems to want to know how big I am, so I dare you to get your Mommies
tape measure, bring it back here, get down on your knees at my feet... take out
my dick, get me hard again if I am down at all... and measure me from the tip
of my cock to the base of my balls."
Angie looked at her Mom, "if I don't, I'll have to get spanked."
Susan knew her daughter wanted "permission from Mommy."
"I guess you have to, Angie."
Susan's words sounded strange to her. She was telling her daughter to actually
grab a black boy's cock and measure it... maybe even need to stimulate it.
Angie went to the sewing room and came back with the tape measure. The
well-developed fifteen-year-old, smaller version of Susan, dropped to her knees
as Jerome stood above her. Angie paused just long enough to look to make sure
her mother was watching.
Susan saw her 'sweet, innocent" daughter unzip the boy's pants like she was a
professional street walker. Angela seemed completely without shame as she took
Jerome's long cock in her hand. It still looked fully erect, but Angie wasn't
going to let the opportunity pass by without giving Mommy a show.
Susan almost wondered if her kid was going to suck black cock right in front of
her. Angie constrained herself to just giving Jerome a quick hand-job. She had
to leave something for the next level.
Finally Angela ran the tape along Jerome's thick black cock and after a little
fidgeting for show called out the number to the group. "Twelve and one half
inches."
Everyone looked at Susan as she just had to stand there and wait for the next
development.
"Okay, Angie. You and Deon go next," Kate said as she again orchestrated the
winner. This time Angie won.
"Truth or dare, Deon?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to let me measure your cock now so we can see who has the biggest."
Deon got out of the chair and made sure to stand where Susan would get a good
look at him. Angie got down on her knees and made a repeat performance of
first, 'stoking" the nigger's big cock to it's full erection, and than
measuring the 'stick" and calling out the numbers. Twelve and one half inches.
We have a tie."
Deon pulled up his pants while it was his turn and Joey's to go. Deon won and
made the challenge, "Truth or Dare, Scott?"
"Truth," Scott smiled.
"Who has the smallest cock you have ever seen?" Deon smiled back while shifting
his eyes to catch Susan's"
Scott paused... "I"m sorry Mom, but I have to tell the 'truth." My dad is like
two inches or so."
Susan gasped, "That's not true. Michael is at least four inches."
Suddenly, Susan realized that since the question had specifically been asked to
embarrass Michael in comparison to the boys. She had only made it worse by
trying to defend him. Still, it had to be challenged.
"Challenge," Susan said.
Since Michael wasn't there, a vote needed to be taken. Everyone believed
Michael had the smallest cock Scott had ever seen, except Susan.
"You lost the challenge, Mrs. Knight. You need to play against everyone now."
Susan had to wonder if they were just making up the rules as they went along.
If they were, it was pretty slick.
"Scott you play first with your, Mom."
Susan drew a five. Scott got the king.
"Truth of dare, Mom?"
"T-truth."
"How many guys have fucked you."
"SCOTT!" Susan couldn't get any more blushed.
"Answer the question, Mrs. Knight or you will get spanked." Kate smiled.
"Just one... my husband."
"You can't tell me you only had that tiny cock, Mrs. Knight," Deon spoke.
"Hell, you can't barely call that even getting fucked," Jerome laughed.
"Challenge," Angie suddenly said.
"ANGIE!"
"Sorry, Mom. I just can't believe that."
"ANGIE, IT"S TRUE."
"We'll need to vote on that, Mrs. Knight," Kate stated.
Susan knew what the vote would be. Five "no's."
"So, now you all get to dare me?"
"That's right, Mrs. Knight. Sorry, but if you need to lie, you should have made
it more believable. Even Scott and Angela know you are way too pretty to only
have been with anyone as small as Michael," Kate said. "Angela will dare you
first since she was the one to challenge you."
"I dare you, Mom... To get up on the table and strip naked in front of
everyone."
"ANGIE! For Pete's sake, I am your mother."
"Do it, Mrs. Knight, or you will get locked outside, naked and tied to the tree
after we all whip you."
"You kids are rotten. I can't believe you are doing this to me. I was
tricked to play. If I would have known..."
"Angie didn't say talk, she said 'strip.""
Susan Knight had no choice. It was all happening. She kicked off her heels
before trying to step up onto the coffee table in the middle of the five kids.
Scott helped his Mom keep her balance before he took a seat to enjoy the
'show." Kate went over and started the music.
Susan was wearing a blouse and skirt. She had made herself up for the children.
Her hair was up in a bun. Susan always liked to look good. While she had forced
herself to "behave" to preserve her "reputation" she had never found anything
wrong with just letting guys look. Even though the guys and "girls" were her
own kids and their young friends, it really wasn't all that awful to strip in
front of them [at least not compared to what she knew she would be doing next.]
Susan decided to save her tits. She reached down to undo her skirt first.
"Come on, shake that white ass," Deon shouted.
"Dance, Mom," Angie encouraged.
Susan started to dance. She ran her hands over her body. It was embarrassing,
but it was also fun. She went back down to remove her skirt. She decided to
bend over and show her ass to Scott as she opened her skirt and let the garment
slip off and drop to the table. Susan was wearing a pair of sheer, black,
almost see-thru panties. She knew they were tight enough that the mound of her
bush would be visible to all the kids.
Jerome whistled and so did Scott.
"All right, Mom. Show us the goods," Angie laughed.
Susan tried to keep her knees from wobbling. Even though she was the adult and
they were all just kids; it was a little unnerving to be stripping when she
knew just what they all meant to do to her.
"Show us them tits, Mom," Scott croaked.
"Yeah, we want titties-we want titties," Kate started a little cheer."
Susan bit her lower lip, "Be nice kids. I might have to obey you all, but talk
with some respect. I am still an adult."
"A fucking gorgeous adult. We just all want to see that hot white body of
yours, Mrs. Knight," Deon stated.
"If I am going to be forced to take dares from all of you, call me Susan."
It did make Susan feel more desirable than she had in... "as long as she could
remember." These kids really were "into" her. It wasn't just something naught
like "only about knocking up a white, married woman." Susan knew that these
kids though she was beautiful with her forty-inch tits and long, gorgeous legs,
and Susan did want them to see.
She started to unbutton her blouse.
From the top down, one button after another was worked by the eXXXcited woman.
Hints of her bra were flashed as she continued to groove and wiggle to the
music. She still felt a little awkward, but it was getting lost in the intense
heat of the Moment. Finally Susan was ready to let the blouse fall with a shrug
of her slender shoulders. She stood in front of the kids in just stockings,
bra, and panties.
Everyone started to chant, 'show your tits, show your tits..."
Susan paused. She didn't want to just pull off her bra. She tried to dance a
little more and tease but the chants got louder. The kids really wanted to see
Helen's big tits.
"Okay, okay," she said, but her words were not audible over the very voicterous
chants of "SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS!"
Susan just had to reach up and unhook her bra. She turned away from Scott as
she let her tits spring free.
Everyone cheered.
Susan reached up and put a hand over both her bared breasts. Partly for
modesty, but also partly so she could give her nipples a pinch. God she was
eXXXcited.
She barely had time to adjust to being topless for the kids before the next
chant started, "Now the panties-now the panties."
Susan turned from face to face. She tried to look reluctant. It wasn't easy.
Luckily not a kid had the slightest hint of mercy for her in their eyes. It
would allow Susan to "pretend" but still make sure she would be forced to go
through with it.
She reached down to start at her panties. She started to tug them down but
stopped and turned. Than she started again before turning again. She had her
panties down almost to the point where they were cutting across her clit and
the crack off her ass was starting to show when she paused for dramatic effect.
"Please kids... Angie, don't make me go any farther. It's not right. really, I
shouldn't be doing this. I just can't take off my panties. Please. I will play
the game if you let me stop, otherwise..."
Before Susan could get out her threat to quit, Jerome got up and moved up
behind Susan. He reached out and hooked his index finger into the waist band of
her panties and pulled them down. Susan groaned as she was suddenly "naked" in
front of everyone and had the teenage boy rubbing up between her legs from
behind to crook his finger into the wet groove of her sex.
The boy was touching her. Susan gasped as she quickly tried to decide what she
should do. Jerome rubbed her firmly as though trying to get Susan to be obvious
in her response. What was the point in resisting?
She actually parted her legs even though she tried to keep a 'shocked" look on
her face. It was so hard that she finally had to resist to bashfully hiding her
face into her hands as Jerome continued his maddening tease.
"You like having your pussy played with, Susan," Jerome spoke softly. "It's my
turn to dare you now, and I dare you to spread your legs wide... and masturbate
yourself to orgasm."
"Oh my goodness... I can't. That can't be allowed as a dare."
"Yes it is, Mrs. Knight. Now get your feet to the edge of the table and look at
Scott while your finger yourself... and no faking of the orgasm or you will
fail the dare," Kate smiled.
Susan had to do it. She turned to face her son and tried to spread her legs as
far as possible without losing her balance. Jerome continued to hold one of her
legs, while Kate reached out to steady her second one. Susan was able to
concentrate on working her pussy.
Scott and Kate both watched their Mom from the front as Susan rubbed her clit
just a couple feet from them. She tried to "get" into it and let herself start
breathing louder. She sort of wanted her orgasm to be "real" but she knew the
kids would never be able to tell if she "faked" it. Susan had learned from
years with Michael, "how to fake it."
Kate gave Susan a slap on the ass, "get some fingers into your pussy and rub
that clit, woman."
As Susan fingered herself, she closed her eyes. She briefly wondered what
Michael would do if he could see her now. She wanted to feel sorry for him, but
she just couldn't. Susan opened her lust-filled eyes and locked them with
Scott's as she just let herself get lost in the Moment. She was almost humping
her hand, she was so "into" it. As she worked herself, Jerome reached up to
fondle her breasts. Kate pushed her face to Susan from behind and started
licking at the older woman's cunt and asshole.
Susan came. She screamed, and she came, and came...
She felt like such a slut.
It was now Deon's turn to challenge.
"I dare you to get down on your hands and knees like the bitch you are..."
Susan gasped. She was about to get fucked.
"And eat Angie to orgasm."
The nigger couldn't be serious.
"Sorry, Mom. If we don't we will both get whipped," Angie offered as she stood
up. She was unzipping her jeans before Deon finished his challenge.
Susan was resolved to meet the challenge. It would be difficult to surpress her
reluctance, but she had to go through with it.
She movie aside to let Angie lay down on the table. Then Susan put her face in
her daughter's crotch. Kate was still right at the table while all the boys
were back to take in the 'show."
"Better get ready to swallow, Mrs. Knight. Angie cums like a boy," Kate
giggled.
Susan had never licked a girl before. She pretty much had never even thought
about it. Maybe she had been curious as a girl. She had seen it in the movies
she watched. She never could have imagined she would ever be eating out her own
thirteen-year-old daughter.
Angie moaned and pulled her Mom's head tighter. She wrapped her legs up and
around Susan's ears. Come on, Mom, eat my pussy. I am going to cum all over
your face."
Susan got more and more into having Angie squirming on her tongue. She wondered
what "it" would taste like. As she licked her kid, she didn't notice that
Jerome had moved up behind her until she felt him at her own cunt again. Susan
lifted her face from Angie's wet twat to ask, "Can he do, that?"
"It's up to Deon since it is his dare," Kate smiled.
"Sure, I don't mind. He can fuck you if he wants."
"Wait a second, boys. I"m not on the pill. Just what are you kids planning on
doing to me?"
"Relax, Susan. I"m not going to fuck you back here. Just eat your Angie while I
eat you."
It was out in the open. Susan had revealed she was unprotected. By continuing,
she was letting everyone know that she would go all the way.
Jerome just played with Susan as she spent several more minutes eating out
Angie. Finally, Angie was ready and she screamed as she started gushing out a
stream of her girl's cum onto her mother's pretty face. Susan dutifully licked
Angie's climaxing pussy, amazed at her daughter's prodigious flow.
Susan Knight face was wet with her daughter's cum when Angie finally let her
mother lift her face again.
"My turn to dare you now, Mrs. Knight," Kate said. "I dare you to ask Scott to
jerk Jerome off into your unprotected cunt while Angie videotapes you."
"No way... that's going to far," Susan tried to protest for show.
"You want to get your ass whipped instead. Cause I'll do it, bitch."
"Of course not. Kate, listen to me. I told you that I am not on the pill. Today
is my peak fertility. Scott, Angie... kids, help me."
"Sorry Mom, there is nothing we can do. I have to jerk Jerome off into you."
"Well, at least get one of the condoms from your dad's dresser. I am not
racist, but I can't have a black baby."
"I never said you could use a condom, Mrs. Knight. His sperm has to go into
your cunt. If you refuse we will all whip you and lock you outside in the cold
all night until the neighbors see you in the morning."
"You kids are rotten. I will get pregnant. I can't believe you are doing this
to me."
"Are you going to do it Mom? Are you going to ask Scott to jerk Jerome's black
cock into your pussy?"
"Get the camera, Angie. What choice do I have. I will just have to pray that I
don't get a black baby."
Susan was laid down on the coffee table while Jerome took off his pants. Angie
went and got the camera. A video tape was already in it and ready to go. Scott
got down on his knees. He wasn't particularly gay but actually being the one to
fill his mother's cunt with the potent nigger seed was such a turn on to the
boy. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed hold of Jerome's cock to
guide it into his mother's fertile cunt.
"Okay Mrs. Knight. Beg your son for the camera," Kate giggled.
"Please, Scott. Jerk Jerome's potent black cock into Mommies unprotected
pussy."
Scott smiled as he made sure Angie had the camera aimed to capture the
penetration than he aimed Jerome's cock as the nigger pushed it about halfway
in.
Even at the half, it was almost twice the cock Susan had in over twenty years.
It was almost as thick as those dogs had been when they had knotted with her.
"Scott, remember. I am your Mom... Your father's wife. I have to allow you to
jerk this black cock off into me, but you can pull him out before he
impregnates me. Please. I can't have a black baby."
"No trying to get out of this, bitch. Do you think you are too good to have a
nigger's baby. You"re not. You deserve this. You want it. All married white
women do. Tell your son how much bigger this nigger cock is than your tiny
cocked husband. Say it so the camera can record it that you love nigger cock
more than white cock and you want him to knock you up... I dare you."
"You have to Mom, " Angie said as she aimed the camera. "If you don't take the
dare you will get whipped."
"You kids are just making these rules up. The dare was to just let myself get
knocked up... Not to beg for it on camera. If your daddy ever saw me begging
for a "nigger's" baby and telling him I loved it..."
"Dad won't see this video Mom," Scott lied. "You have to say it, please. I
don't want you to get whipped."
"But it's okay that Mommy gets black-pregnant, huh? You little brat," Susan
thought...
"Yes. Yes Scott, yes. That big nigger cock is so much bigger than your daddies
tiny little dick. I LOVE IT... Please, jerk him off into Mommy's unprotected
cunt and knock me up," Susan spewed forth a stream of obscenities for the
"camera."
Under her breath she decided to try to act a little more as though she wasn't
about to cum herself at the "forbidden thrill."
"Pull it out, Scott... Please pull it out for Mommy."
"I can't Mom, and I won't."
"You son-of-a-bitc..."
"Don't call yourself a bitch, Mom. Scott cleaverly quipped, "I think Jerome is
about ready to cum. Can you feel his cock twitching."
"Yes dammit, Scott... pull it out-pull it out... NOOOO... Oh no..."
Jerome just let himself shoot as Scott slid his hand to the base of his cock to
allow the nigger to insert in almost the full twelve inches. The fuller "fill"
caused Susan to gasp and triggered her own orgasm as her son finished jerking
Jerome's big, black cock into her vulnerable and defenseless cunt. Susan had
been black-creamed with hundreds of thousands of little baby-making sperms and
all she could do was allow them total access to invade her womb, seek out her
hapless eggs, and totally subdue and conquer them into utter submission. Susan
just knew the potent, black seed would grow in her fertile, white garden.
"You kids. You are horrible. If I get pregnant than Michael will probably think
I had an affair with a black man. You kids know he isn't as tolerant as I am
about you even having black friends, let alone a black baby to "color" the
family name. I'll have to tell him I was raped or he will divorce me. You now I
don't believe in abortion."
"You might not even be pregnant yet, Mrs. Knight. You only have dares from Deon
and Scott left. It's Deon's turn."
"Well, I dare you to take me up to your marital bed and suck me until I am
ready to fuck you. Than you can lay your ass down and I am going to fuck you
while you scream that you love "nigger" cock and want a black baby knocked up
into your white, married belly."
"Please... not my bed. I can't dirty the sanctuary of my own marital bed."
"You can and you will. Kiss me while Angie films and than invite me to your
marital belt."
Angie aimed the camera while Susan allowed the 6"1," shaved-headed black man to
take her into his arms and squish her milk-white tits up against his broad,
muscular chest. Susan took the kiss onto her lips from the boy and than begged
him, "please, lets go to my marital bed. I want to get fucked by your
beautiful, black cock in my unprotected, white cunt in my husband's bed. I want
to get fucked good at least once in that bed."
Susan couldn't believe how much it excited her to add the last line.
Everyone went up the stairs. Susan was actually glad to be getting off the
uncomfortable table, even if she did feel a little guilty that she was about to
be fucked in her own bed.
Susan got down on her knees at the foot of her bed. Angie moved around to make
sure that she would get a good shot of her Mom's face as Susan sucked black
cock. Deon stood above the submissive woman and laid his foot long cock along
the length of the face. It was SOOO BIG!
"Tell me you want to suck my "beautiful, black cock, bitch."
"I want... I want to such your beautiful, black cock."
"How tiny is Michael's little white cock. Is it easy to throat?"
"It's small. It's so small. Your cock is so much bigger and looks so delicious.
I want to suck it and swallow your cum. I want you to sperm all over my face."
"No you don't Susan. You want my potent, nigger seed in that fertile, married,
unfaithful white cunt. Say it."
"I want to suck you and than you can cum in my white cunt."
"I want, your nigger baby in my white tummy."
"I-I want your nigger baby in my white tummy."
"That's a girl... that's a good, white bitch. Now SUCK."
Susan felt Deon pat her on the head like she was a dog. She was a dog. She was
a cheating little bitch. She had allowed herself to be weak, and there was
nothing she could do now but admit the truth. With the video and everything,
there would never be any turning back. She knew in her heart she was pregnant,
but she also knew that she had never been more excited.
Susan licked and sucked Deon's big, black cock. He was already rock hard, but
the dare had been to suck him first.
"Damn bitch, I am going to shoot if you suck like that. You must love chocolate
dick If I didn't know better, I"d swear you wanted to throat me. Is that so?
Would you like to get choked on my foot of prime, thick, black meat."
"N-no... That's okay... I want it in my pussy. I want you to fuck me in my
husband's bed and impregnate me with your love child. I want to make a black
baby from your superior nigger seed. Knock me up, nigger. I want you to breed
me."
Scott and Angie smiled at each other. The inheritance was as good as theirs,
and best of all was that Mom was such a slut of the camera that they could
legally get her to give up her money to before they betrayed her and gave the
tape to dad anyhow. Mom would be left at their mercy for ever,
Susan wasn't thinking of anything other than how wonderful it felt to have Deon
on her. He laid his full weight down on-top of Susan. She spread her legs and
gave the boy full access to fuck her as hard as he wanted to.
Deon loved fucking Susan. He had fucked three other white woman in his short
life. He had fucked a few girls to, but he loved to fuck women... especially
married white women with no protection. Deon wanted to pump the biggest load he
ever shot into Susan Knight's fertile cunt. Chances were that Jerome had
already knocked her up, but there was always the chance she had more than one
egg available and maybe his swimmers would do the job on at least one of them.
Susan came for the third time in under an hour. Deon sped up and slammed it
home so he could cum together with her. His potent seed erupted from his potent
fuck stick and blasted deep into her cunt. The boy kissed her intimately as his
seed filled her womb.
Susan didn't even wait for Deon to finish rolling off her before she looked
over at her son and said, "I guess, you get the last dare Scott... what's it
going to be?"
WHAT WAS IT GOING TO BE AND WHAT WOULD HAPPEN AFTER THAT?
Sorry, I know I am not the fastest writer in the world to complete my part
two's but trust me when I commit myself that I will finish them all. Even if it
takes a while. I do hope that the material here was enough to get everyone off.
With Leta helping me, and my new partnerships with Chris Lee and Sinman, I
should have a lot of material being released within the next few weeks.
To make sure you are up on all of it, e-mail me at mkarl2000@hotmail.com for a
list of sites that carry my stories or just to swap hellos. I love e-mail.
Leta can be written at willingwhiteslave@hotmail.com She doesn't have a lot of
time to do this, but she does like to talk some if you are patient with her. At
the very least she has committed to me to answer everything.
Hope you all enjoyed this story, and hope you will remember that Phil Phantom
is great. Check his stuff out if you can.
Mkarl and Leta March 29/2000
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