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                  [m/Fff,incest mother-son-sisters,inter,preg]


                            TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE SON
                                Part one of two
                        by mkarl [mkarl2000@hotmail.com]


I guess I always just assumed that I was adopted back when I was growing up. No
one ever told me straight out [least not that I can remember] but some things
seemed to go without saying.  I mean both mom and "dad" had dark hair, but
their skin was fairly lily-white and I was as black as black could be.

You can imagine that it was sort of painful to me.  Mom, and even "dad," always
seemed to treat me the same as my two older sisters, Kate and Rachel, but I
always had me some doubts about just how I fit into the family just the same.
I guess I was shy back in those days and since mom wasn't talking, I wasn't
asking the questions either.

It was just the way things went up till my magical fourteenth year of existence
when the "son" of Mrs. Leta Carlsson finally cast his dark eclipse over the
whole family.

It probably started with the request.  Actually, it likely started way back the
night mommy was home all alone when she got that unexpected visitation from the
boys and ended up getting herself all knocked up with the little bundle that
would turn out to be me.  Still, when I asked mom if it would be okay to try to
find my "real" parents; and she told me to sit myself down... well, I guess the
last thing I expected was for mom to come "clean" on how she got herself
"dirtied."

I don't think I will ever forget the look on her face as she started talking,
"Michael, I want you to know that mommy loves you very much..."

Yeah, of course I knew she loved me.  I mean she had gone and "adopted" me
despite the shame and social scorn she had to suffer with a "nigger" child in
the family.  It always used to make me feel bad when people would look at her
as if she was some sort of piece of "white-trash" whenever we were out in
public together.  It got me so that I never wanted to let anyone know she was
my "mom."

"What happened wasn't your fault.  I couldn't love you anymore than I do and
your daddy loves you too sweetheart.  You must always know that..."

Hmm, I wasn't quite following all this.  Just what was mom trying to say? She
sure looked so nervous and the words were enough of a struggle to get out that
I remember a couple of them stuttered from her lips as she made her humiliating
confession to her "boy."

"M-mommy was r-raped."

There it was in a nutshell.  I mean, it didn't go down as exactly like this,
but it was all two years ago.  Of course, I had some questions and mom did her
best to answer.  She let me know that there were four guys that could have
fired the fateful volley into her white cunt that night.  They were all between
the ages of fourteen to around sixteen and were out to prove themselves as
"gang-bangers."

Least that was mom's impression.

I guess it was kind of a shock listening to this woman that I loved tell me of
her shaming.  I mean, in a way it was kind of cool.  I have to confess myself
that before, when I never thought we were blood, that I had started to "star"
her in my hot. little, wet-dreams.  I mean, what was the harm? When she started
telling me that she had actually gone black before, part of me wanted the
details like just how filled was she, and how much she liked it.

Than, I was all screwed up too.  I mean, here was my dream girl giving me the
low down on her hottest night of action and I was trying to deal with the fact
that it was my mom that had been the little party-toy that fateful eve.  Mom
seemed unsure of just how much "detail" to reveal.

I got to find out that my sisters were home, but that mom had been able to
spare them a "show" by agreeing not to fight.  I asked her if she knew that
they would impregnate her with me, and she said that she wasn't on the pill as
she can't take it for medical reasons.  She had no condoms in the house as
"daddy" had himself snipped after my sisters.  She had tried to ask the boys
not to make her pregnant.  Of course, I entered the scene anyhow.

Mom finished up the little confession by reassuring to me that she "loved" me
and that "daddy" did too... yeah, like I was interested in loving the old man.
Now mom was a different matter.

Was I wrong that for the next few weeks after the "unveiling," that all my hot
fantasies saw mom going back to black?  I had seen her and dad on around a
half-dozen occasions when they had been adventurous enough to "do it" with the
lights on.  The first time had been simple curiosity as I had no idea what that
squeaking sound coming out of the folks bedroom was.  I had managed to catch a
couple moans from mom through the door and then when I tried the doorknob to
find it locked, I just had to check things out. Living on an acreage made it
safe that no neighbors would see me with the kitchen chair.  I was just barely
able to peep in the window and there she was, sucking-"dad's"-cock.

It was quite an eye-full for a ten-year-old.  I suppose I never appreciated it
enough but it had me on the constant hunt to see more of mom over the next four
years.  In a way, I guess I was always a little disappointed.  Mom was so
fucking gorgeous with that mouthwatering, dick-stiffening 38c-25-36 5"2 package
of a walking-wet-dream body, but in bed she seamed like a dud almost.  Other
than one other time, that first show was the only time I ever saw her suck
"dad," and I never got to see her offer up that fine, hot, white ass of hers. I
really had a thing for wanting to see her get a facial too, but I guess there
was "that" reason why "dad" never shot on mom.

Of course, watching mom be such a bore in bed helped my own ambitions as I
plotted the various scenarios where I could become the new stud of the house. I
was sure that I could get the best out of my "mother" but the big hold up was
that I never figured she would ever allow a "black bastard" to "dirty" her
again, even though it really was quite eXXXciting to me that mom had already
been there.

I had heard that old saying.  You know the one, "once the bitch goes black, she
never gets back."  To tell you the truth, I always had to smile when ever I
thought of it.  There was a teacher at school that went like that.  I mean Miss
Gia actually left her fianc  at the fucking alter to hook up with a brother.
Rumor was that it had been a rape too, but who can believe that shit.  What I
do know is that I had seen her the next summer with a black baby.

I remember how excited I was.  Miss Gia didn't have no ring on her finger
either so I was pretty sure the brother hadn't got stuck with the bastard
either.  I instantly had known what I wanted to do.  I mean, I always see it on
TV and everything.  I ain't stupid.  I always knew that even with my white
"parents" that I was always just going to be a "nigger."

If life dumps you in a pile of crap than all you can do is try to spread it
around.  The idea of impregnating a white woman myself, really appealed to me.

First bitch I tried was Candice Smith.  I knew she was curious.  I got her to
agree to come over for a study date.  Mom and dad were off at the movies but
stupid Kate was in the way.  I knew she would hold it over me if I sexed up
Candice so I had to keep my potent load in my balls that day.  That was when I
was thirteen.

Over the next few months, I tried to nail Susan Knight and Helen Jones too. I
actually got to second base with Helen and given that the girl was stacked, it
was pretty cool.  She actually reminded me a lot of my mom. Susan was a total
bitch though.  I guess I was a little forceful with her but I didn't rape her
or anything.  I am not into that.  You would think she had never got her
titties sucked before.

Oh well, I guess it doesn't really merit the time to discuss these bitches
cause I was still a virgin myself when mom finally put herself squarely into my
sights and from that afternoon on, all I wanted was to sperm her and see if I
couldn't show her just what a "BIG" boy I had become.

As the days past, not a lot changed.  I imagined that mom had let "dad" know
that I "knew."  He tried to still be okay with me, but I admit I kind of wanted
to wall him out.  I guess maybe I felt a little guilty that I was after his
woman, or maybe I just thought he was a sap for raising a "bastard."

I wasn't sure if my sisters knew the score.  It is kind of weird, but I had
never thought about nailing them until I knew they were blood.  Suddenly I
could see both Kate and Rachel with their little bellies just as full as
mommies.  Kate would just die to get herself ruined.  Of everyone in the
family, she had always been the one to hate having a "brother" for a brother.
The funny thing is that I kind of knew that Rachel wouldn't be a problem.

Anyhow, mostly my ideas were on how to make sure that I could bed mom and knock
her up.  I just had to do it.

I guess it was difficult being all that subtle as horny as I was.  I started
getting ready for bed a little earlier.  I would take any excuse to walk around
the house in my underwear.  Since I knew that "daddy" Dwayne was only around
five inches, I figured that my eight would look pretty good in my tight little
jockeys.  Rachel looked.  Mom tried not to but she did anyhow.  Kate told me to
get some pants.  I bet it "bothered" her most.

Anyhow, like I said earlier, mom was the prize trophy I wanted to "mount" to
celebrate my triumph.  Checking these things out on the Internet, it was easy
to imagine that mom would fall to me and we would become like incestuous
lovers, fucking all the time.  Common sense and a quick study of some sex
reference text's seemed to indicate that while it might be easily possible to
nail mom a first time, chances are she would guilt up and it might be hard to
make it a regular deal.

With mom's religious beliefs and the fact she hadn't dumped me in the trash, I
knew that as long as I could nail her, that one time would be all I needed as
long as it was the "right" time.

It was a little gross trying to figure out her cycle.  I mean, I knew the
reward but still... In the end, I was pretty confidant that May 13 would be the
day.  Ironically, mom would be primed to receive a very special "mother's day"
gift from her loving son.

Don't you just get off on coincidences?

I had been teasing mom for almost nineteen months by then.  I had been showing
off my sexuality.  I had gotten some weights and would go work out in her
sewing room with her.  I loved to get down and grunt while I would do my
pushups.  A couple times I came right out and asked her to "ride me" for some
weight-resistance.

I tried to get really affectionate with mom.  Whenever she tried to do anything
nice for me like baking me some cookies or helping me with some homework, I
would go to kiss her.  Of course, I never came right out and tongued mom, but I
sure got closer as the days turned into weeks.

Maybe my crowing achievement in the seduction had been the dance lessons. I
hate to say it, but white people can't dance.  Even though I already had way
more rhythm than mom, the chance to feel her up as a "clumsy" kid was just too
damn good to pass up.  I told her that we had a big school dance coming up that
I wanted to attend.  Like I actually did...

What I wanted was for mom to get me to put my hands down on the small of her
back and pull her tight enough that I could feel those big, white tits that had
been denied to me as a baby.  At least I think they were.  I sure wish that I
could remember having milked her.  Oh well, no sense crying over spilt milk, so
to speak...

I let my hand find mom's ass while we danced.  I got myself an erection and
pressed up so mom could feel it against her belly.  I knew she felt it, but she
tried to just be casual as I rubbed off against her.  It was really cool.  I
almost threw her down and fucked mom right there, but it wasn't a "good day"
for her.  So I waited...

I waited all the way till Mother's Day but than I waited no more.

As the big day had approached, I made my final preparations.  Even though it's
all shit about all of us being drug pushers and stuff, I knew that some Ecstasy
would be okay to make sure mom would be a little more agreeable.  I sure didn't
want to have to rape her but I knew I would if it came push-to-shove.  Luckily,
"dad" would be off at work and would have no idea that "wifey" would be making
him another mouth to feed while he was playing the fool.

It would be Kate and Rachel who were the biggest problems.  I thought about
just drugging them, but I didn't want mom to freak or anything.  Finally I just
decided to tell a little "white lie."  Rachel would be the more agreeable so I
told her that I needed the house cause I was going to get "lucky."  It was a
real gamble but Rachel was all questions as to who the lucky girl was.  Of
course I couldn't tell her it was mom, so I just laid out the rest of my plan.
There was a popular band playing in the city so I told Rachel that I would pay
for four tickets and her, Kate, and two friends could get out of the house for
the night.  Of course, Rachel asked what I was going to do about mom and
wouldn't it be cheaper to get myself a hotel room, but I told her that it had
to be this way.

Finally Rachel smiled, and told me that she would never stand in the way of
"love."  She told me to have fun and she would take care of Kate.  I actually
remember thinking that I would take care of Kate and Rachel wouldn't be
standing in the way of "love" when I came for her either.  Both my sisters
would fall but the door was now wide open to get into mom's pants.

Mom wasn't too sure about letting the girls go on such short notice, but I had
carefully made sure that they would be able to stay at Chrissy's uncle's house.
Mom didn't want to be a bitch so she finally agreed.  "Guess it will just be me
and you, kiddo," she smiled to me.  "Yeah and baby makes three," I tried to
surpress the wickedness of my own smile that the thought brought.

The next part of the plan was to make supper for mom.  Since it was Mother's
Day, it wasn't suspicious.  I tried to put as much Ecstasy into the food as I
could without risking an overdose.  From what I read, the drug would make her
very agreeable and willing to please while still leaving her awake enough to
shake her ass for me.  PERFECT.

Seems that alcohol makes the drug potent.  I prepared a lasagna for mom.  I
couldn't resist jerking off into the salad.  It was really immature, but I was
just so horny.  I had saved my sperm for a week and I felt like I was swimming
in it to my eyeballs and a quick cum would probably help me last a bit once I
was in mom's cunt.  Who knows if it worked but it was sure cool serving mom the
salad with the special "dressing."

I had to be careful that I didn't drug myself.  I had prepared one side of the
lasagna without any Ecstasy.  I suggested to mom that we should have some wine
for such a special evening.  At first mom said that she didn't need any, but I
guess I gave her good enough puppy-dog eyes that I was able to guilt her good.
Mom even allowed me half a glass.

I toasted her "to dreams fulfilled."

As mom ate her salad and my sperm, she commented that supper was delicious
tonight.  I just said "thank you" while I actually thought "there is a lot more
where that comes from, bitch.  If you like it so much you can drink it straight
from the cock."

Mom finished the first glass of wine and I poured her a second before she could
object.  If mom was concerned that her "kid" was trying to get her drunk, she
said drank the second cup down to the last drop like a good, little girl.

Normally mom eats like a mouse to preserve her figure.  I wanted her to have at
least two pieces of lasagna to make sure she was as drugged as I could get her.
I told her that this was such a special day she didn't need to be concerned
about one night of indulgence.  Again, my thoughts were more along the lines
that "turning down the second slice of lasagna wouldn't keep her tummy flat
anyhow once my baby-growing seed was planted in her."  I almost wanted to just
blurt it out that she better get used to eating again cause she was going to be
eating-for-two once I was done with her.  I needed to be cool though.

After dinner, I cleared the table in record time and went to get on mom's ass
as fast as possible.  She had adjourned to the family room while I had put the
dishes in the washer.  What better room in the house was there to begin this
night's festivities?

"Mom, can I ask you about when you... about my dads?"

Mom looked at me for a second before she replied, "What would you like to
know?"

"It must have been really awful for you.  I mean, rape is really horrible. I
just wanted to thank you for having me."

"Michael, there was never any question.  Maybe it was awful what happened that
night, but the joy you have brought to your father and me has made it all
worthwhile.  I love you so much."

"I love you too mom.  I know it isn't easy with the way people have always
looked at us.  They always told me you were like a "nigger-lover" or
"white-tra..."

"Michael, those are hateful words.  You should never repeat them."

"It's what people say though mom, isn't it?  When white woman have half-black
bastards."

"Oh Michael, you are not a bastard.  Please don't think like that.  I love you
Michael.  You are my son..."

"But you never tried to have me, did you mom?  You didn't want to get pregnant
when my dad raped you."

"Michael.  Son, it is hard to explain.  You have to understand that life isn't
always perfect..."

"I know mom.  I just wish that I wasn't so embarrassing for you cause I am
black."

"You are NOT AN EMBARRASSMENT TO ME... honey, please know that mommy loves
you."

"Mom... how are babies made?  I mean, I know that sex is like with guys and
girls and stuff, but like when the guy puts his sperm in the girl, does she
need to have an... orgasm too, to become pregnant?"

"W-wha... umm, no, honey.  That doesn't have anything to do with it."

"Oh... I thought maybe it did so that you might have... well, kind of liked
it... just a little I mean."

"Michael... oh my sweet baby.   I was raped honey.  The boys were very mean to
me.  It wasn't love.  They wanted to hurt me... but the thing is that I got the
final laugh because even though they were very horrible, they gave me something
so wonderful.  Michael, I don't want you to ever think that mommy didn't want
you."

"Did you never think of aborting me mom, even when you knew I was black?"

"Of course not, honey."

"Mom... do you think you would have ever liked it if the guys weren't such
assholes."

"W-what?"

"I mean, like was it any different... because they were black?"

"Michael, I can't answer that."

"Do I look like them at all?  Do you think you know which one impregnated me
into you?"

"I don't know where any of the boys are Michael.  The police never caught
them."

"Do I look like any of them mom?"

"I guess you do, Michael.  Michael, mommy doesn't actually want to talk about
this, okay."

"I'm sorry mom.  I know this probably is really embarrassing to you.  I just
never knew my father."

"Dad's your father, Michael.  He is the man that loves you and raised you.
Those boy's were just like the sperm donors."

"But I am black mom.  We can't pretend."

"No one is trying to pretend sweetie.  I am getting a headache honey. Maybe
mommy should lie down."

"You"ll be lying on that back and spreading your legs soon enough mommy," I
thought.  Things couldn't have been going any better for me.  I knew I had to
press the advantage.

Mom was a little flushed.  I had her on the defensive and wanting to reassure
me of her "love."  I also had the "blacking" that she had taken back in her
mind about as good as possible.  If my theories that it had been the "best"
fucking she ever had were true, than I had things about as good as I could make
it.

I decided to try to get mom to dance.

"I don't feel too good, Michael."

"Maybe what you need is a shot of black "penis-cilan," mommy," I snickered to
myself.  Out loud I just asked her for one dance to reaffirm some dance steps
for me.

The Ecstasy had mom like putty in my hands... or is that "hot, white ass in my
hands?"  I was very quick to cop me a feel.  I pressed against mom and just
squeezed her tight from behind.  I made sure to look her in her eyes. I saw
hesitation, but either the Ecstasy, or the alcohol, or just her own
"willingness," kept her in my embrace.

I reached up an brushed her hair and whispered to her that she was so beautiful
and "I loved her."  It was cool to see mom's brain try to work. Whether she
should stop me or surrender.  I almost felt sorry for her that the Ecstasy was
stacking the odds for me.

I almost felt sorry, but I didn't.  What I did feel was that overwhelming urge
to get my big, potent, black babymaker into that unprotected, fertile, little
mommy-pussy of hers.

I kissed mom.  Not like a kiss "goodnight" or a kiss "I'm off to school," but a
deep, wet, probing, incestuous kiss, "I'm going to fuck your brains out now
mommy."  Mom let me tongue her tonsils for at least half-a-minute before she
started pushing.  I kept a hold of her until we were both short of breath
before I broke the kiss.

"Michael, it's wrong."

"I'm sorry mom..."

"Yeah, right... I'm sorry that you aren't just dropping to your knees for me.
You will be though... you will be..."

Obviously the drug was working.  Mom might have been saying that it was wrong
to be kissing her and pressing my hard cock up against her with her lips, but
her body was telling me that it wanted more... a lot more.  I guess I hadn't
waited the recommended time to allow the Ecstasy to take full effect before
beginning the hunt for mom's pussy but I was just feeling like I was going to
eXXXplode, and I sure wanted it in her womb where it would "do it's good," and
not in my shorts, where it would just make a mess. Maybe I should have jacked
off twice in that salad I had fed her for an appetizer.

Mom was kind of looking how I imagine one of those antelopes must look when
they sense some lion is about to pounce and rip out their bellies.  Even though
I was her "blood" son, there was no way for her to miss the intent of the
situation from my opening actions.  The only question now would be whether she
would flee or allow this "hunter" to thrust his "ebony-spear" home.

Like my jungle ancestors of ancient Africa, I knew that the wise course of
action would be to carefully move "downwind" so as to disarm mom's alarm.  I
was already sure I was going to fuck her, but a couple more minutes of setup
would be well worth the investment if it made the payoff all the sweeter.

Mom was going to be mine.

"I love you, mom."

"Michael, w-what are you doing?"

"Nothing mom.  It's okay."

It was more than okay.  I was pretty much just squeezing mom's ass cheeks and
she wasn't doing a damn thing to stop me.  I figured I should give her another
kiss to see just how close we were.

It was fun how mom didn't really know how to react.  I love to think that what
she wanted to do was just wrap her arms around me and try to suck my tonsils
out as I tongued her.  Chances are she may have been thinking she should break
free and run to lock herself in the bathroom.  Whatever her thoughts were the
result was the same as I held mom and kissed her so hot.

I tried to keep the kiss until she would be almost totally out of breath. Mom
was stuttering big time when I broke again...

"No b-baby.  N-no.  W-we c-can't."

Yeah, she knew what we were going to do.

"I love you, mom."

I started kissing her again.  I was now ready to see if I could get a feel of
my mom's tits.  She had to know what I was doing as I got myself some
maneuvering room, but mom didn't stop me.  I wanted to just honk her but I
barely managed to restrain myself to just a soft caress of my mother's tits.

She wasn't really kissing me back.  I mean, mom did allow me to tongue her and
she didn't barely flinch as I started feeling up her tits, but she wasn't
really getting into things yet at that point.  Obviously, even with the
Ecstasy, mom was very hesitant to cross the line of decedent taboo.  I guess I
was also just a little concerned maybe all that substandard sex I had witnessed
mom with dad had actually been her, but there was just no way anyone so hot
wouldn't be a fantastic fuck.  I just needed to "warm" her up.

As I continued to sex-kiss and fondle my half-drugged mother, I allowed myself
to stay cognizant of the fact that we were in front of a wide open window.  If
I was about to get mom out of her panties and onto my cock, I didn't want to
put a show on for the neighbors.  It seemed prudent to maneuver mom over to the
"love-seat."

"Michael, no!"

She finally pushed away hard at me.  I knew I either had to lose my hold on her
or this would turn from a simple little mother-fucking to rape.  I guess it was
going to happen either way, but I like that it was all "consensual."

"Mom, it's okay."

"I'm your mother."

"No one will know.  I know you want to.  I saw how small Dwayne is.  You liked
it better with my real dad's didn't you mom.  You need my big, black cock."

It was fun to call "him" Dwayne...

"H-honey... oh, please.  Don't... Stop..."

"I won't, mom."

I took mom in my loving embrace again.  I backed her up as I kissed her and we
went down onto the love-seat.  Mom actually kissed me back a couple times as we
went at it pretty good.  She tried to push away at me too, but not hard and not
for real.

"I love you, mom.

It was so tempting to just start stripping her naked to get right down to the
fuck, but even though success would be just to impregnate my mother, long-term
ultimate bliss would be to seduce her into a permanent addiction to my dick.  I
needed to sex my mom, not just "fuck" her.

I licked at her ears and neck.  On an impish impulse, I decided to give her a
hickey.  As embarrassing as "love-bites" were for the girls at school, I
couldn't wait to see how mom could try to hind hers from dad.

Mom actually moaned kind of sexily as I smacked her neck leaving my mark. It
just sounded to me like an invitation to go "lower"... So I did.

My hands were actually shaking a bit as I tried to get the top button of her
blouse open.  Of course, mom needed to make a last little attempt at her
"proper decorum."

"M-michael... no.  We can't."

I decided to just devote my response to the concentration of popping her
buttons.  After the second was worked, I got my first look at the color of her
bra.  Mom was wearing her black one [how appropriate.]

Excitedly, I continued the digital assault upon the remaining clasps of my
mother's upper garment.  It seemed as though she was just as excited as her
blouse's fastenings were undone until she was ready for the unveiling.  I could
afford no offer to ceremony as I just desperately needed to have my mother
naked at my disposal.  Her blouse fell away unceremoniously from her shoulders
leaving mom looking as gorgeous as she had ever been to me. Still, I knew as
hot as mom looked with those big 38 C's packaged only in that sexy French-cut
lace bra, she would look all the better au' natural...

Damn whoever designed a woman's bra.  Even though it was a front fastener, my
hands were shaking again as I attempted to bare my mother's breasts.  It didn't
help that she was leaning back away from me and asking me to "stop." again.

Luckily, persistence is often it's own reward and as the bra sprung open I felt
my mouth go dry in anticipation.  I just had to suck those white milkers...

Mom held her breath as I moved down to suckle at her tits, but she didn't
really try to stop my play.  Her hands were on my shoulders as I put my lips
around her right nipple and gave her a suck.  It was so fucking surreal.

My right hand was on mom's left tit as I suckled her perfect, right tit. Her
nipple quickly got fully erect and it excited me that mom was "liking it."  I
licked all over her globe of sexy flesh before moving my oral attention over to
the left.  Since mom had two tits, maybe I should try to knock her up with
twins to take full advantage of the equipment...

It was kind of interesting with my head pressed up and nuzzled into my mother's
naked bosom.  I could feel the beat of her heart sped up in her anxiety of our
"love."  Her breathing was tremendously labored.  Still, she wasn't going to be
stopping me so she was as good as fucked.

I decided to lick down lower.  For a woman in her late-thirties, mom was
amazingly fit.  Her belly showed the remarkable tone of her workouts with me. I
was so proud of mom for so long that it almost seemed a shame that this
"workout" I was about to put mom through would "ruin" her figure, but maybe she
could recover again... at least she might the first time.  Long term, I guess
the flatness of mom's belly would just have to be a casualty sacrificed to my
eager desire to breed  her full of my baby.

I knew mom wanted to tell me that I was going to far.  She wanted to tell me
that we had to stop.  She wanted to be the "good-and-proper" mother and wife,
but all she could do was be a "woman" who hadn't had "it" good in over fourteen
years.

"Let me take off your pants mom.  Let me show you that I can make you cum."

She actually lifted her ass a bit as I opened her zipper and snap.  Mom always
seemed to like wearing tight pants.  It made it fun to look at her ass but it
was a struggle to slide those pants down.  Again, it proved worth the effort as
I finished pulling them off of her ankles and there was mom in her panties and
stockings.

The socks didn't stay on long.

"You"re so beautiful mom.  You deserve to be with someone better than Dwayne. I
bet my dad's had bigger cocks didn't they?"

"Michael, I love him."

"I know mom.  It's okay.  You are so beautiful.  "Dad" just can't be as big as
a black man.  I am way bigger mom.  I know you have seen me hard.  I want you
to touch me now."

Mom was almost in a trance.  I could tell she wanted to look but it was fun to
see her force herself to resist.  I just dropped my pants and shorts around my
knees and than put her hand down on my cock.  Mom touched me.

"Oh mom, that feels so good."

"Michael, this is so sinful."

Mom pulled her hand away.  She stood up and I could tell she was thinking of
bolting.

"No mom.  How can it be evil when we both want it so much.  Please mom, I love
you so much.  Let me show you what a big boy I am now.  Let me love you like we
both want too.  Let me make you feel good."

I had mom's hand and I walked her over to the couch.  I dropped to my knees in
front of mom and put my hands around her ass to hug the side of my face against
the front of her panties.  Mom reached down and held my head to her. I wonder
if the kink of my hair left her to wonder if another baby would be as black as
her first.

I wanted to see all of mom so it was time for the final unveiling.  My
confidence had peaked to the point where my fingers didn't even tremble as I
hooked them under the elastic waistband of mom's soft, black panties and began
the wondrous adventure of slip-sliding them down off her ass to eXXXpose her
most private treasure.

On my knees, I was only inches from my mother's pussy as I got her panties down
to bare her to my appreciative eyes.  I was in heaven.

"Oh mom, you are so beautiful," I moaned.  It was so clich  by than but the
words had never been more meaningful to me as I stared at my mom's neatly
trimmed bush and naked pussy, and knew that it was all mine.

Even though the odd porno I had watched where the guys actually licked the
girl's snatch had never appealed to me, I wanted to give it a try.  If I could
make mom cum on my face, it would be so fantastic.

I pushed mom down onto the couch.  I finished kicking off my own pants and
shorts so I wouldn't look like such a dork.  Than I gave mom a kiss on her lips
again to start the bold adventure.

Quickly, I made my way down from her sweet, succulent lips, down her long,
slender throat, over her firm, standup tits, over her tight, taunt belly, and
finally to the her "forbidden treasure-box."

I guess maybe I should have studied the movies better as I wasn't really sure
what I was doing.  I wanted mom to cum all over my face.  I knew enough that I
should lick her clit.  It was kind of hard to figure it all out though.  Even
today, I don't think I have it down, but I guess it is the thought that
counts???

Anyhow, the first time I licked mom will always be in my head as fresh as she
was that day.  All that talk about smell or whatever was totally ridiculous as
far as I was concerned.  Maybe it was just my joy of being with my own mother,
but I could have licked her for hours.  I would have maybe did it if it seemed
like she was getting close to cumming on my face for me, but since she seemed
to have mixed reactions, I decided after a bit that I wanted to get my cock in
to that cunt before I just wasted a load in some spontaneous shot.

I wasn't sure what words were appropriate so I kept my mouth shut as I tried to
make my mount.  Mom immediately knew what I was doing, but she knew her words.

"Michael, no... We can't risk a baby."

"I won't mom."

"Michael, I'm not protected.  Oh-my-god, honey, this is so wrong."

"I love you mom."

I didn't even bother to lie and tell her that I would pull out.  Even though
mom had to say the words it was obvious that she wasn't going to stop me.

The penetration actually went pretty easy.  Mom had gotten wet from my oral
efforts between her legs.  I slid in without problem and actually got myself
ball deep on just my second thrust.  It was time to breed my mother.

Mom spread her legs and put her arms around my neck.  She was already
responding better than she ever did with Dwayne.  I knew it.

I wanted mom to cum, but since that wasn't necessary to actually seed her, and
since I couldn't hold off I just fucked mom as quick and as hard as I could and
than I started to shoot.

She didn't even ask me to pull out.  I thrust my potent cock as deep into mom's
fertile, unprotected pussy as I cool and I just filled her with my baby-making
seed.  I wanted to kiss her mouth as she took her impregnation from my black
cock into her white belly.  Mom met my kiss as I successfully knocked her up.
She would have only one baby from that first load, but the story isn't done yet
and next time the sex really heats up as the son casts his dark shadows to
eclipse the whole family.

                      Expect part two within a week or so.

                  Mkarl2000@hotmail.com Monday, April 10/2000

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