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Subject: {ASSM} The Morgan's by Scott Johnson (has anyone the whole?)
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Hello! If anyone has the whole story, please post it. I really
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Note: This story contains depictions of incest, interracial sex
and sex with teenage minors. It does not contain depictions of
violent or non-consensual sex.  This story also contains racist
language. However, it is not the author's intent to promote
prejudice or racism of any kind. This story is purely fictional.
It is not intended to be read by anyone under 18.



The Morgan's by Scott Johnson


8:15, Monday morning; 18 year old Austin Morgan was playing hooky
from Valley High School again.  He snuck in through the back door
of his parent's ranch style house and crept towards his sister's
bedroom.  To Austin playing hooky didn't mean running off to hang
out with his friends.  Austin preferred to have fun right at
home. He was feeling particularly horny this morning and as he
entered his sister's bedroom, he knew just where to look for his
favorite aid to help him shoot his load.  He fumbled through his
sister's hamper until he found his treasure - a pair of freshly
worn cotton panties. He held the crotch stain up to his nose and
inhaled the day old stench of her teenage cunt, still a bit moist
from the sweat of cheerleading practice and the wetness of making
out with their new neighbor.  Austin learned everything about his
sister, Michelle, by going through her room at least once or
twice a week.  He knew all her secrets.

	But today he was only interested in getting off so he kept the
browsing to a minimum.  He decided he'd to like to feel her
pantyhose on the shaft of his cock so he went over to search her
dresser drawers. As he pulled open the top drawer and began
fishing inside he felt something hidden under her lingerie. They
were Polaroids. He pulled them out and looked them over one by
one. The first few were harmless, just Michelle posing in her
cheerleading uniform. But Austin didn't recognize the bedroom she
was in. The next few pictures had Lance Taylor posing with her. 
Lance and his father Malik had just bought the house next door. 
Austin and Lance both liked to play sports and lift weights so
they became friends even though a lot of the neighbors didn't
seem to care for the Taylor's "kind" on what had always been an
all-white street.

	Austin didn't care that Lance was black. He didn't even care
that Michelle was going out with him. Although Michelle did
everything she could to keep it  quiet.  The Valley wasn't the
kind of place where a 16 year old girl wanted to develop a
reputation.  But nonetheless there she was in living color
sitting on Lance Taylor's lap with his hands all over her.  But
Austin wasn't through looking. In the next picture Michelle had
taken off her top and Lance's hand had disappeared up her skirt..
The more photos there were the more clothes came off, until
Austin was staring at his sister's naked body being fondled by
his best friend.
	
	There were still about five or six pictures he hadn't seen.
Austin wasn't sure he wanted to see anymore.  But his curiosity
was too great. The next image made his mouth drop open.  It was a
close up of his little sister's face with her pink pouty lips
wrapped around Lance's thick black dick. The look in her eye's
left no denying that she loved sucking every inch of his huge
cock.  Austin was already jerking off before he even realized
what he was doing.  He had no idea Michelle had become such a
slut. But he liked it. He liked it a lot. He pulled on his shaft
just imagining it was his cock between those velvety soft lips.
Then he heard a noise.  It came from down the hall.
	"Oh shit," he thought to himself. He'd made a critical error.
Obviously, someone else was still at home. But who? It couldn't
be his sister. She never missed a chance to go to school and
flirt with all of Austin's friends. He decided to check it out.
He put down the Polaroids and quietly stepped out of Michelle's
room.
	As he walked down the hall, he heard more noises. It was mostly
just the sounds of someone rustling through a closet .  It was
coming from his parent's bedroom.  The bedroom door was only open
a few inches so Austin figured he could peek in and remain
undetected. Austin couldn't afford to be caught missing anymore
classes. He'd already been warned that he would lose his car if
he did. So he had to be very careful.  As he peeked inside the
room he recognized his mother's blonde hair as she sat on the bed
with her back turned.  Austin watched as she suddenly stood and
flipped off her nightgown. He couldn't help noticing that his 46
year old mother still managed to have a firm ass and long, toned
legs, to go along with her gorgeous blonde hair and crystal blue
eyes. But Austin had always been to intimidated by his mom to
consider his attraction to her.
	Cybill Morgan had worked as a model and an actress since she was
15, almost 30 years.  She married young and quickly got divorced
when her career took off and her young husband could no longer
keep up.  As she approached age 40 and the job offers weren't
coming as often anymore she decided to retire from the business.
The young man she divorced was John Morgan, the father of her two
children.  Once she got out of the rat race she realized she had
made a mistake and John was still the love of her life.  Austin
had a fairly hard adolescence and spent most of the time living
with his dad, while Michelle stayed with her mom. But both kids
were ecstatic when their parents got back together and they all
moved back into the same house. Austin and Michelle adored their
father and wanted to be a family again. John had become a
self-made millionaire entrepreneur.  Even though he was on the
road a lot, he always made time for his kids. Cybill still worked
in entertainment but mostly as a talent scout or production
designer. But every so often she'd still get a call to do a
modeling job. This was one of those days.

	"I probably own three outfits for every day of the year and I
still don't know what to wear," she complained to herself. "Who
am I kidding? Sex sells, right. So I guess I should just give
them what they want to see."  Austin couldn't help overhearing
that remark. He was just about to make his escape but now he was
intrigued.  He watched as she slid on her silk panties and fitted
her already ample breasts into a Wonder bra giving her cleavage
for days. Cybill went to the mirror to brush her hair.  As she
stroked through her golden locks she noticed a shadowy reflection
peeking through her door.  She thought about saying something but
decided she didn't want to embarrass her son that way. She
figured he'd probably just walk away since he was already late
for school. So she just finished getting dressed. But as she put
on her lipstick she realized he hadn't budged at all. Cybill
smiled to herself when it occurred to her that Austin was
actually spying on her. She figured as long as neither of them
acknowledged the other, they could both have a little harmless
fun.

	


	After finishing her hair and makeup, Cybill opened her dresser
and pulled out a pair of black pantyhose.  She sat on the left
side of the bed where Austin would have the best view and slowly
eased the nylon up each leg.  Austin almost gasped as she stood
up with her back to the door, pulling the pantyhose over her ass
and rubbing her fingers over her legs.  She slipped her feet into
a pair of black leather high heels and Austin felt a chill as the
heels clicked across the hardwood floor to her closet.  Cybill
reached in and pulled out the sluttiest looking black dress she
could find. It was short, tight, backless and very low cut in the
front. It left almost nothing to the imagination and that's what
she wanted. But Austin's imagination was just getting started.
But as Austin was just getting into the show, he heard someone's
horn blowing outside.  He wasn't sure who it could be but he
decided he'd better make himself scarce. He went back to his
sister's room and hid under her bed.

	As he waited, he heard his mother yelling outside that she
wasn't quite ready and to come on in for a second. Then the
engine stopped and another pair of heels were clicking up the
driveway.  He figured it was probably his aunt, Sharon. Sharon
was Cybill's younger sister and they were almost always together.
 Her ex-husband had left her for a younger woman which had pretty
much turned her into an insufferable bitch but she still had half
his money and a great body which Austin wasn't the only one to
notice.

	"So what the hell is taking you so long anyway," Sharon grumbled
as she walked in.

	"I'm almost ready I'm just looking for my new perfume," Cybill
replied.

	"Well, do you have any coffee? Shit, I only agreed to go with
you so I could meet some real Italian models. Otherwise, I
wouldn't be caught dead being up at this hour."

	"Well you have all my sympathies, your Highness.  But I already
told you most of these guys are either gay or too wrapped up in
themselves to give you the time of day."

	"Yes, I remember. Thank you for the vote of confidence. But
obviously, you've forgotten what your little sister is like in
action. So we'll just let this day serve as a demonstration."

	"Sure, a demonstration of how to act shameless and desperate."

	"Fuck you, Cybill. Where's the fucking coffee?"

	"I'm sure John left a fresh pot in the kitchen. Help yourself.
I'll be back in a second," said Cybill as she walked back down
the hall. Austin figured she'd left something in her room but the
heels were clicking closer to Michelle's room. Suddenly he could
see her shoes at Michelle's bedroom door. Austin froze. She
walked right by the bed to Michelle's dresser. Austin could see
his mother's long legs and wanted to move closer to peek up her
skirt but he was too scared to move.  She must have been looking
for her perfume. Michelle was known to borrow without asking.

	"Oh my God," Cybill shouted. Then Austin panicked.  He must have
left the Polaroids on top of the bureau. "Oh my God, Michelle!"
Cybill repeated. She was obviously in shock. Sharon suddenly
burst into the room.

	"What the hell's going on," her sister called.



	"Sharon, I don't know if you should see this."

	"What is it," she said, snatching them away before Cybill could
answer.
	"Holy shit, this is Michelle!"  Cybill didn't answer. "Who is
this black guy?"

	"I'm not sure," Cybill whispered. "But if I had to guess I'd say
it was the Taylor boy."

	"The Taylors? You mean those niggers next door," Sharonblurted.

	"Sharon, don't talk like that. The Taylors are our new
neighbors.  John and 	 Austin like them quite a bit. We're the
only ones on the whole block who've accepted them."

	"Yeah, well Michelle is obviously the head of the welcoming
committee. You do realize if anyone finds out about this we'll be
social outcasts."

	"Of course I realize that. Which is I why I plan to talk to Mr.
Taylor this afternoon to see what we can do about this."

	"Oh, so that's your plan, huh. Were you planning on wearing this
outfit when you go over there? I don't think Mrs. Taylor would
care for that too much."

	"There is no Mrs. Taylor. She died."

	"Is that right? Well, maybe I should be the one to talk with
him."

	"Jesus, Sharon.. Do you hear yourself?  One minute you're
calling them `niggers' and the next minute you want to strut your
ass over to there house.  You're out of control."

	"Please.  I never said I wanted to marry the guy. But I figure
every woman should take at least one trip to the dark side."

	"So seeing Michelle like this doesn't offend you," Cybillasked.

	"Oh for Chris'sake Cybill, she's only 16," Sharon replied. "She
could fuck the United Nations for all I care just let her at
least be old enough to vote. But, tell me Cybill. Does it offend
you?" Cybill laughed.

	"To be honest, Sharon... the fact that she's doing this doesn't
offend me at all compared to the fact that she chose not to tell
me about it."

	"So are you going to talk to her?"

	"I can't. She'd never trust me again."

	"I see. So in order to maintain her trust, you'd rather
manipulate her."

	" I guess so," Cybill sighed.

	"Well I hate to admit it," said Sharon. "But if I were you, I'd
do the same thing."


	Michelle Morgan softly moaned in untold bliss as Lance Taylor's
hard shaft speared into her rose petal pussy.  Of the dozen or so
high school boys that she'd fucked,  Lance had the biggest cock
she'd ever seen.  She was prepared to ride his cock all day if he
could stand it.

	Michelle loved to get fucked. She enjoyed being a slut. She wore
the title like a badge of honor. To her, it meant she had power
over men that she could wield without even trying.  After years
of watching her mom and her aunt, it came to her pretty
naturally.

	In only a few months, Lance Taylor had gone from new kid on the
block to one of the most popular kids at Valley High.  He was a
star football and basketball player and college recruiters from
all over the country came to see him play.  Along with his best
friend, Austin, they were the two most popular guys in school.
But to top it off, Lance had snagged the one girl all the guys
were after - Austin's little sister.

	Lance grew up in Atlanta, Georgia.  Before he came to the
Valley, he went to an all-black high school.  Lance had never
even talked to a white girl in his hometown, let alone had sex
with one. Now he spent almost every day after school fucking
Michelle Morgan.

	Lance never knew a girl could be so beautiful.  She had that
kind of dirty blonde hair that looked all messed up as it spilled
down over milky skin, yet it was perfect.  Her eyes were
shimmering pools of blue that put the mountain sky to shame.  She
never wore lipstick. She didn't need it. Her lips were always
baby pink and dewy moist.  Her breasts stood proud, filling her
34 C cups, with rosy nipples always hard and yearning to be
licked.  She worked out every day and it showed whether she wore
jeans or skirts.  Her legs went all the way up and didn't stop. 
While her ass was tight and round with just enough jiggle to make
your eyes follow it as she bounced down the street.

	But what Lance really loved was her pussy.  Michelle's pussy was
alive. On any given day, Lance would feel something new inside
her.  Sometimes it wanted to be fucked slow, sometimes it wanted
it hard and fast.  Sometimes it would be so tight and he couldn't
hold back from exploding inside her. Other times, he could fuck
all day and Michelle would have three or four orgasms before he
would cum at all.  With most girls, after Lance would fuck them a
few times, he'd know what to expect. But with Michelle, the
mystery never died.  She was only 16, but she was the best piece
of ass he'd ever had. Well, almost the best, he remindedhimself.

	"Lance," Michelle whispered. "What are you thinking about?"

	"Oh, nothing baby. You just feel really good today."

	"Really? Well, I'm sure it's not half as good as you feel.  God,
you're so fucking deep... and you're so hard. I don't think I can
let you take it out... not for a while anyway."

	"Well get as much as you want baby," Lance replied. "Cuz I'm not
even close to being done with you."

	"Oh really," she cooed. "Well, then go ahead and fuck me with
that big black dick. Fuck me hard, Daddy."





		Lance wasted no time.  He sat up and spun around into his
favorite position - doggystyle.  Michelle knew she was in for a
good ramming and grabbed plenty of pillows to hold onto.  Her
back was arched and her ass was sitting high with her legs lewdly
spread and her fingers taunting him as she rubbed her clit. 
Lance's cock was a good eight inches long and in this position
Michelle could feel each and every inch.  His hands were
squeezing her hips and she could feel his throbbing head dipping
into her honeypot. She was more than a little moist. She was
juicy, almost gushing wet.  Lance slid right in and couldn't help
but slam all the way through.  Michelle squealed as her cunt was
parted like a canal, bracing for the next stroke.  Lance
patiently slid all the way out and violently thrusted his raging
cock back in even harder. But Michelle was ready and she met his
stroke pumping her ass into his pelvis.  She bucked, she twisted
and she grinded.  She did whatever it took to be full of his
cock.

	"Oh yeah. Come on, Lance. Fuck me! Fuck my little white cunt,"
she cried.	"Ooohhhh yeeaahhh," Lance growled. "Take this dick.
Open that pussy and take it all."

	"It's always open for you. Because I'm your little white slut.
You can fuck me anywhere, anytime. Cuz I'm your slut. Call me a
slut!"

	"I know you're a slut. Look at you. You've got your ass in the
air, just letting yourself get fucked by some guy you hardly
know. You little white bitches are all the same, acting like
you're too good for us bruthas. Then once you see what  we can
do, you can't wait to get some more of this black dick. You're
nothing but a stuck up slut."

	"That's right. I'm nothing but a slut."
	
	"Do you love my black dick?"

	"Yes."
	
	"Say it!"

	"I love your big black cock." 

	"Are you gonna cum, like a good slut?"

	"Yes!"

	"Why?!"

	"Because your big black dick feels so fucking good inside my
tight white cunt."

	"And after you cum, then what?"
	
	"I'm gonna make you cum too."

	"How, bitch?!"

	"With my mouth.  I'm gonna let you cum in my mouth!"

	"What if that's not good enough for me?"

	"I don't care. You can do whatever you want. Just don't stop
fucking me. Please, not yet."

	Lance kept pounding in and out of her sticky folds.  But he'd
been drilling her pussy for a while. He was ready to go to the
next level.  He had some KY on his night table and he squeezed
out and handful.  Michelle was too far gone to realize what he
was doing.  In their current position, it was very easy for Lance
to spread the KY all over Michelle's butt.  He used his index
finger to smear it down into her asshole.  Michelle could feel
him poking her back there and suddenly realized what he was up
to.

	"Hang on, Lance. I don't know if I'm ready for that." Lance
chuckled.	
	"Baby, you're never really ready. You just have to do it. The
more you do it, the easier it gets."
	"And I suppose you figure you're the man who should break me
in."
	"Well, can you think of anyone more appropriate?"  He smiled.
Actually, Michelle did have someone in mind. But she'd have bring
that up at another time. 
	As they were talking, Lance had already worked two fingers into
Michelle's ass.  She showed no signs of discomfort at all. So
Lance figured he could take the next step. He slipped his cock
from her pussy and brought the tip up to her anal ring.  With all
the lubrication and the fingers he'd just pulled out, the head of
his cock popped right in. But his shaft was very thick. He pushed
in a little at a time, while Michelle did her best to relax and
let him slide home.

	"God damn," she whimpered. "Why do you have to be so fucking
huge?"

	"Don't ask me," he answered. "Ask my Dad."

	"Ask me what," came a new voice.

	"Dad! What are you doing home?"

	"I really don't think that's important. Do you," Mr. Taylor
replied. "Hello, Michelle."

	"Hello, Mr. Taylor."

	"I see that you two are a little busy. I'd be happy to leave you
alone. But what did you want to ask me."

	"It was nothing, Dad," said Lance. "We can talk about itlater."

	"Son, if Michelle wants to ask me a question, I want her to feel
comfortable enough to ask me whatever she wants. Go ahead,
Michelle."

	Michelle was completely stunned. A second earlier she was
waiting to get fucked in the ass by her boyfriend. Now his tall
and very handsome father was standing in front of  her, showing
no hint of anger, and all she could think about was seeing him
naked.

	"Well, to be honest, Sir.  I was commenting on the size of your
son's ummm... well, his penis.  I've personally never seen
anything like it.  So I was just wondering how it got to be so
large."  The words came out as if from someone else's mouth.

	"I see," Mr. Taylor replied. "First of all, please don't call
me, Sir. Malik is fine. I still consider myself a fairly young
man.  But as far as your question goes, perhaps I can shed some
light on that for you."  Malik stated, showing no expression.  He
calmly walked to the bed, not waiting for an invitation.  His
shirt and tie were undone instantly.  As he reached the foot of
the bed, he had already undone his pants.  His body was a
chiseled as his son's.  But his eyes betrayed a certain
confidence that made Michelle's knees tremble.

	Malik slipped down his boxers and Michelle's lips were greeted
by nine inches of pulsing, blood engorged, black meat.  The sight
of his cock literally made Michelle hungry. His whole body was
simply appetizing.  Before that moment, Michelle had never even
considered being with a man like this.  But as he stood before
her, the thought of being taken by a real man unlocked something
in her that she couldn't control.  It was more than lust.  It was
pure, instinctive need.

	"Suck it," Malik ordered.  She liked being told, but it wasn't
necessary.  She opened her mouth, grabbed him by the ass and
force fed herself on his dick.  She could deep throat Lance. But
this was something new.  Malik was a good inch or more longer
than his son.  But she wanted to show him she could take it.  She
concentrated on inhaling as much as could on the way up. But on
the way down, she closed her eyes, blew hard and swallowed him
whole.

	At first, Lance didn't know how to react.  But obviously, his
father didn't care. Malik was only interested in sharing.  The
sight of sweet Michelle choking on his father's cock was more
than enough to put him back in the mood.  He stroked the KY over
his rigid pole and pressed the head back into her anus.  Michelle
moaned on Malik's cock as she felt Lance pushing his shaft into
her rectum.
	
	"Fuck her ass," Malik told his son.  Lance lost control.  He
grabbed her hips and starting ramming her like crazy.  Michelle's
screams were muffled by Malik's dick down her throat.
	
	Malik gripped her by the hair and thrust his hips back and
forth, fucking her innocent face.  Michelle needed to catch her
breath so he pulled out and rubbed his veiny prick all over her
lips.  She held his cock in her hand and licked it up and down. 
She leaned down and lapped the sweat off his balls, rolling them
around in her mouth.

	"God damn, Lance.  You never told me she was such a slut," said
Malik.

	"Oh she's all that, Dad," he answered. "But you need to get some
of that pussy. It's the bomb."  They were talking about her like
she wasn't even there.  But Michelle didn't care if they were
just using her.  She was using them too.

	Malik wanted to feel how good that tight, teenage cunt felt. 
But first, he wanted to see how far she'd be willing to go to
please him.  He turned his back to her and bent over. Michelle
continued to lick his balls, not understanding what he was
requesting.  But then, Lance started giving the orders.

	"Lick his ass," he told her.  Michelle turned back and looked at
him, nervously. "Do it." Lance demanded.

	Michelle was hesitant.  This was completely new territory.  She
kissed around the outside of his butt and it seemed rather clean
to her.  She decided to get bolder and ran her tongue along the
crack of his ass.  Malik shuddered. The anticipation excited him.
 Michelle could tell he was really into it and that turned her on
to.  She held his cheeks apart and swirled her tongue around the
ring.  Malik groaned.  She could see him jerking off and she
liked to watch him touch himself.  Lance was so deep in her ass,
it was hard to concentrate. But she kept on.  She pressed her
tongue into Malik's asshole and stabbed in and out.  Malik was
wiggling his ass around and stroking his cock very hard. She was
afraid he would cum before she got to feel him inside her. 
Lance, on the other hand, was right on the verge.

	"Do you remember what you said you were gonna do before," Lance
asked her.

	"Are you gonna cum soon," she whispered.

	"Ohh yeah," he cried.  "Does it feel good?"

	"Yes, it feels very good."
	"Tell me.  Tell me where you like to feel my dick."
	"In my ass, baby. I love to feel your dick in my ass."
	"Do you like licking my father's ass too?"
	"Ohhh yeah, your Daddy's ass tastes good."	
	"You little fucking slut. Come here. I've got something else for
you to taste," said Lance.  Michelle knew  what he meant and was
all too eager.  She spun around and swallowed Lance's cock right
out of her asshole.  She cradled his balls and sucked hard,
bobbing her head as her wet saliva slurped all over her his
shaft.  Lance couldn't hold back.  Jets of hot white cum shot
into Michelle's mouth as she calmly sucked it down like sipping
from a straw.  She let some run out of her mouth and drip down
the side of his dick. She mixed the cum with her spit and deep
throated him again.  She found cum to be the best lube and his
cock slipped in and out between her lips even easier, causing
more spasms and blasts of cum splattering her tongue.  What she
didn't swallow was left dripping off her chin.  Lance collapsed
on the bed and Michelle rested sideways with her head on his leg.
 She used her fingers to wipe the cum off her face and licked
them clean.

	Malik was enjoying this little performance very much. But he
decided it was time for his own encore.  He slid up behind
Michelle in the spoon position, cupping her tits. Michelle could
feel his warm breath against her neck and lifted her leg to
invite him in. His cock slipped inside her and her pussy
enveloped him in wetness.  She felt like warm butter.  Malik's
cock began to churn in and out of her cunt.  She was good as
Lance said she was.  He fondled her nipples and Michelle began to
sigh and moan in delight.

	Malik sped up his rhythm and Michelle felt his cock hitting
parts of her she didn't know where there.  Her breath was short
and halted and she bit her lip in sheer ecstasy. Malik buried his
thick black dick in her pink pussy.  But he knew how to keep a
steady pace and the intensity was building in both of them. 
Malik ran his fingers down through Michelle's dirty blonde pubes
until his finger tips brushed over her clit.  Michelleshuddered.

	"Oh yes, Mr. Taylor. Play with my clit," she moaned.  Malik
continued to brush his fingers back over the little bud and
Michelle's began to buck and writhe out of control.

	"You're gonna make me cum," she cried.  Malik was already on the
verge of exploding and he wanted to cum with her. Her pussy was a
furnace and it squeezed him tighter than his own hand.  She loved
his cock.  She couldn't get enough. Malik taunted her.

	"Are you gonna cum, little girl?"

	"Yes. Yes, Daddy I'm gonna cum?"
	
	"Do you like the way I fuck you your little cunt?"

	"Oh God, yeah! Fuck me more, Daddy!"

	"That's right! I'm your Daddy. Daddy likes to fuck his sweet
baby girl. Take Daddy's cock, you dirty slut!"  Malik was at the
point of no return.  Michelle was making him feel things he
hadn't felt in years.  Michelle was feeling something she'd never
felt before. Malik's nine inch cock pistoned inside her and his
whole hand rubbed against her clit.  When Lance woke from his
brief nap, he saw his chance to get involved too. He slid down
and started sucking Michelle's nipples.  He moved his father's
hand and rubbed her clit as he sucked.  Malik was free to fuck
her with full force.  And he did.  The sensation was more than
she could take.

	"Oh my God!" She screamed. "Oh God, Lance. Your Dad is fucking
me so hard. Oh shit. Yes, lick my nipples. Suck them. Bite them."
She shouted.  Lance did what he was told. He sucked on her
nipples and started to nibble until Michelle was screaming at the
top of her lungs.

	"Ohhhhh God. I'm cummming," she cried. But Malik kept pumping.
"Ohhhh yeeaahh!!! You're making me... Uhhhhhhh...
Aaaiiiiiyyyeeee... MAKIN ME CUUUMMMM... OOHHHHHH
YYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

	Michelle screamed as she came and came again. Malik pulled out
and Lance went down to suck on her clit.  Michelle came again as
his tongue swirled around her pussy. But Malik wasn't done.
Michelle laid down on her back and Malik straddled her chest. 
Michelle knew what he wanted and she held her tits together for
him. He squirted some of Lance's KY on her chest and slid his
shaft between her cleavage.  He rocked his hips and began to tit
fuck the sweet sixteen year old and she urged him on.
	"Come on Mr. Taylor. Fuck my tits! That's right, I said fuck
`em," she snarled. "Do you see these lips? I want your hot cum
all over these lips. Don't tease me, Mr. Taylor. I want to taste
you. Cum on my pretty face!"  Malik didn't need to hear anymore.
He raised his cock up to her lips and Michelle happily opened her
mouth and slid out her tongue.  She grabbed the shaft and jerked
it hard and fast and in seconds his cum was spraying all over her
face, her tits and her hair.  Malik was wailing out loud as
Michelle cupped his balls to drain every once of his jizm. She
swallowed part of his hot creamy load but most of it was
splattered all over her. She was bathed in cum.

	Mr. Taylor collapsed on the bed just like his son. Lance and
Michelle laughed. As she stood to clean herself up, she realized
it was getting late and she needed to get home.  She thanked them
both for a great afternoon and they told her she was welcome
anytime. She toweled off, threw on her clothes and ran back to
her house to start on her homework.

	As she entered her bedroom, she noticed the Polaroids sitting on
her bureau. She nearly fainted. If her Dad had seen them he would
surely kill her.  If her mother had seen them she would almost
certainly tell her father and she's still be dead. But what if it
was Austin? It was just like that son of a bitch to sneak around
in her stuff, she thought. She'd have to confront him. But what
if she was wrong? Then Austin might find out and tell everyone at
school. It was a no win situation. But unlike other times, there
was no way her good looks would get her out of this one.



End of Part 1

	





 




Note: This story contains depictions of incest, interracial sex
and sex with teenage minors. It does not contain depictions of
violent or non-consensual sex.  This story also contains racist
language. However, it is not the author's intent to promote
prejudice or racism of any kind. This story is purely fictional.
It is not intended to be read by anyone under 18.



The Morgan's by Scott Johnson

Episode 2: The Showdown


	5:20, Monday afternoon; Austin was still in shock over seeing
his sister with his best friend. But he had to stay away from the
house to avoid any confrontations with his mom and especially his
sister. He figured the best thing to do was talk to Lance. Lance
was always straight with him. He headed back towards his block
and saw Lance out shooting hoops on his driveway.

	"Hey Lance," Austin shouted. "Let me get a shot."

	"Oh, what's up, Austin," Lance replied.

	"You know me,  I'm always up to something."

	"This is true. So what brings you over here. I know you didn't
come by just to play ball. Haven't you been embarrassed enough
already?"

	"Well, to be honest," Austin admitted. "I did want to talk to
you."

	"Cool. What about?"

	"It's about my little sister."

	"Michelle?"
	
	"Yeah, man. I know what's going on."

	"So," Lance snapped. "I mean, we've gone out a few times. What's
the big deal? You're the one who introduced me to her."

	"The big deal is she's only 16 and you've only known her for a
few weeks and you're already fucking her."

	"Who said we were fucking..."

	"Oh come on, Lance. I saw the goddamn  pictures in her room.
Don't try to play me for a fool. I thought you were bigger than
that."

	"Alright, alright. Yeah, we've been messing around. But she's my
girlfriend. I'm sure you've been having sex with your
girlfriends. So why `s all the drama coming at me?"

	"Because this is my little sister. You're supposed to be my best
friend. Last I heard, best friends don't fuck around with each
others family."

	"You'd be surprised..."

	"What the hell is that supposed to mean."

	"Nothing, man. Say, isn't that your mother's car driving up."

	"Oh, shit. Mom's back."

	"Are you in trouble or something?"

	"Not exactly. I mean, not with her."

	"Okay, let me see if I understand. You found these pictures in
Michelle's room. Which means you were snooping around in there
after she went to school. Somehow your mother got a hold of them
too. So now the shit is hitting the fan."

	"That's not bad, Sherlock."

	"Thank you, thank you. But what I can't figure out is how could
you be so stupid to let your mom see those pictures. This is
gonna be bad for you and me."

	"Look, man. I didn't mean it. I was just distracted."

	"Distracted? By what, the pictures? You were in there jerking
off, weren't you?"

	"Shut up, man. My mom was home. I had to rush out of there."

	"All you had to do was put them back where you found them. You
know your sister would be mad as hell if she knew you were in
there. There's something you aren't telling me, Austin."

	"Okay, okay. I was spying on her, alright. I left the pictures
on the dresser because I was spying on..."

	"Your mom?"

	"Yes..."

	"Well, shit. I can understand that. Your mom is fine!  I mean,
not as fine as my mom. But pretty damn fine."

	"Did you spy on your mom, too," Austin asked. Lance had to clear
his throat.

	"Austin, I'm going to tell you something but you have to swear
you won't tell anyone."

	"I swear," Austin answered, having no idea what kind of secret
he'd agreed to keep.

	"We used to ummm...sleep together."

	"What do you mean, `sleep' ?"

	"I mean fuck. I used to fuck my mom."

	"Get the fuck outta here! What about your father?"

	"He was there. Sometimes we'd do her at the same time."

	"Come on, Lance. Cut the bullshit. This is ridiculous."

	"I'm not lying, Austin. If she was still alive, she would be
taking us both on right now. She fucked all my friends back
home."

	"What the fuck? I don't fucking believe this."

	"It's true, man.  And I'll tell you one thing. I'm not ashamed
of it. My mom loved me. She would do anything to make me happy.
She wanted to teach me all about life. I'll never forget her for
that. I just wish I could have stopped her from getting in that
car."

	"You still think about the accident?"

	"All the time. But I don't want to get all serious, man. We need
to talk about your mom. I know that body is tight, huh?"

	"Yeah, she's still pretty firm.  But tell me about, Michelle. Is
she as good as she looks in those pictures?"

	"Man, why ask me, when you could find out for yourself?"

	"I could never do that with Michelle."

	"That's what I said about my mom. But trust me, that'llchange."

	"Lance, is there place we can lay low for a minute?"

	"Why?"

	"Because it looks like my mom is coming over here."
	  	"Oh shit. Here we go. Alright, we can go in the through the
garage and up to my room through the kitchen."

	"Good, I'll follow you," said Austin. Lance led the way through
the garage and they slipped upstairs. They could hear the
doorbell and the sound of his father going to answer it.

	Malik had been working out with his free weights and was still a
little sweaty as he came to the door in shorts and a t-shirt.

	He opened to the door to find the lovely Cybill Morgan standing
before him. She cracked a faint smile but he could tell this
visit was all business.

	"Good afternoon, neighbor. How are you," he asked politely.

	"Hello, Mr. Taylor. I'm well, thank you. How are you doing?"

	"Great. I'm just great," he replied. "By the way, you look very
nice. Why don't you come in?"  Cybill accepted.  Malik opened the
door and offered her a seat.  She had never seen him like this
before.  He was normally impeccably dressed for work in tailored
suits and fine leather shoes. Today, he looked like a rugged
athlete, sweat glistening, muscles flexed. He was a powerful
looking man, which made the fact that she was there to complain
about his son all the more difficult.

	
	"Can I get you anything to drink? Water, juice, soda," he
offered. He wasn't  quite sure how to read her.  Maybe that's
because he could tell she was trying to read him.  She was
watching him very intently. They had met before through her
husband. She was very cordial. But now she was alone and didn't
seem able to relax. Malik didn't like anyone to feel
uncomfortable in his home.

	"Ummm...Actually, I'm fine. But thank you," Cybill answered.

	"Are you sure? I have wine," said Malik. He was testing her.
Cybill paused. This was going to be harder than she thought.  He
seemed like a nice enough man but she was still intimidated.  He
wasn't really any bigger than her own husband. Yet Cybill sensed
that just beneath the surface of his calm exterior there was a
certain intensity, mostly in the way he looked at her. She knew
that look. It was the look of experience.  It was the look of a
man who made patient decisions.  The look of a man in control.

	"Hmmm, I guess after a long shoot I could use a little
something.  Do you have any White Zinfandel?" Cybill inquired.
She decided not to be so intimidated by this man.  She wasn't a
school girl.  She could hold her own against anyone.

	"Well, it's obvious you have something on your mind," he
returned, holding two glasses and offering her one. "Please. Talk
to me." Cybill eased back on the sofa, crossing her legs as she
took her first sip.

	"Okay. I'm just going to come right out with it. It's come to my
attention that your son and my daughter have become
involved...physically.  To be perfectly blunt, as much as I like
your son, I feel Michelle is a bit too young to be engaging in
the sexual activities that I'm aware of." Malik answered softly.

	"I see...and how do you believe I can help you with this?"

	"Well, Lance is your son. I felt as your son it would be best
for you to tell him that I think what he's doing with my daughter
is an appropriate and I want it to stop."

	"Hmmm," Malik pondered. "Mrs. Morgan, I can't do that."

	"What do you mean? Why not?"

	"Well, for two reasons. First of all, I personally don't have
any problem with what Lance does with his girlfriends. His mother
and I taught him about sex very openly and I've always trusted
him.  Secondly, nothing that is going on between Lance and
Michelle is going on without her consent.  So if you don't think
it's appropriate, I feel you should work that out with your
daughter."

	Cybill suddenly realized she'd just made a complete ass of
herself.  Malik was right.  This was not his job.  She took
another sip of wine and convinced herself that she'd have to deal
with Michelle one on one.  As she pondered her approach, she
suddenly felt aware that Malik was staring at her.  She lowered
her glass and looked back.

	"Is something wrong," she wondered.

	"No, not really," he replied. "I was just wondering what it is
that bothers you about your daughter being sexually active." 
Cybill thought for minute.

	
	"I suppose that's a fair question.  I guess it boils down to the
fact that I was never allowed to run around with boys when I was
her age.  So I feel like I need to steer her on the right path
before she gets in trouble."

	"It's sounds to me like your jealous of all the fun she's
having," Malik replied. Cybill chuckled.

	"No that's not it at all. I had plenty of fun when I was growing
up. And the older I am, the more wild I seem to get."

	"So you enjoy sex as much as she does."

	"Of course.  I love sex. But I'm not a child."

	"Then how do you think Michelle will become a woman? By
following your example?"

	"What are you saying?"

	"I'm saying the apple never falls far from the tree."

	"How dare you? You're saying this is all my fault. You're
basically saying I'm a slut and that makes my daughter a slut
too!"

	"Are you a slut, Mrs. Morgan?"

	"What?!"

	"You heard what I said. Are you a slut?"  Cybill was staggered
with disbelief. She was humiliated. How could he be saying this
to her face. She was shocked. She wanted to bolt out of there but
 she was so angry she wanted to cry and couldn't move.  She put
her head in her hands to hide the tears as she tried to compose
herself. Then she felt Malik sitting next to her. His arm was
around her and his lips were brushing her neck. She was struck
with terror but she didn't know whether to run or scream.  His
hand was moving up her thigh as he sucked and nibbled her neck.
She was trembling.  She wasn't wearing the dress she wore to the
photo shoot. She had thrown on a blouse and a flaired skirt. But
she left on the black pantyhose and the 3" heels.  The skirt was
now sliding up her thighs as Malik deliberately moved his hand to
her crotch. Malik nibbled her ear and Cybill let out a loud sigh.
He had her.

	"I'm going to ask you again, Mrs. Morgan," he whispered. "Are
you a horny slut like your daughter?"

	"Yessss," Cybill moaned.  None of it made any sense anymore. The
room was spinning.  She knew she should fight it. But she
couldn't deny that she wanted him. She wanted him in the worst
way.

	Ausin and Lance had heard everything.  Austin was ready to run
downstairs. But Lance assured him that his father wouldn't do
anything Cybill didn't want to do.  Still Austin needed to know
exactly what was happening.  Lance admitted he was curious too. 
So they decided to creep back downstairs to get a closer look. 
As they slipped back into the kitchen, Lance explained that they
could watch from the dining room.  The dining table and the china
cabinets would shield them from sight.  As they slowly moved into
the dining room, they could see Malik was already removing
Cybill's blouse.

	"You have a beautiful body, Mrs. Morgan," Malik praised.

	"Thank you," she blushed. "But please call me Cybill."

	"Fine, and you can call me Malik," he replied. Cybill smiled. He
pulled her to him and they kissed for the first time. His mouth
was hot against hers and his tongue quickly found hers. Cybill's
hands roamed all over his rippled body.  She was overwhelmed by
her excitement and gave caution to the wind.

	"Take your clothes off, Malik. I want to see what a gorgeous
black man you are." Malik was happy to oblige.  He peeled the
t-shirt up over his stomach and Cybill studied his washboard abs
and his bulging pecs.  The sweat made the light reflect off his
mocha colored skin.  Cybill found herself picturing him like some
African god.  She loved his proud bald head and his coarse beard.
 But she wanted to see more.

	Austin could hardly believe the lust in his mother's eyes. He'd
never seen her look so wanton, not even for her husband. That
should've made him angry but he surpressed the feeling and
concentrated on watching a side of his mother he'd only dreamed
about.

	Lance noticed there was someone walking towards the front door.
He tapped Austin to get his attention.

	"What is it," Austin whispered.

	"Someone's coming," Lance answered.

	"Well, I can't leave now. Go see who it is."

	"Alright, I'll try to head them off."  With that, Lance stepped
quietly out the back of the house and ran around the other side.
As he got to the front steps, he could see a woman standing at 
the door.  She seemed to be looking through the window.  Lance
realized she had already seen what was going on.  But, for
Austin's sake, he had to divert her from going in.

	Austin was mesmerized as he watched Lance's father and his own
mother tearing at each other like they were his age.  Malik
removed his shorts and stood before Cybill in a pair of bikini
briefs that did nothing to conceal what was hidden inside.

	Cybill walked over to him, still half dressed in her bra and
skirt.  She cupped her hand over his crotch and felt his erection
throbbing against her palm.  The thrill was electric.  Malik spun
her around and quickly unsnapped her bra, tossing it aside.  His
large hands folded around her breasts, kneading and squeezing. 
His swollen hard on rubbing against her ass.

	"Let me take off my skirt," she requested. As she reached behind
to undo the button and let it slide down along her legs.  She
bent over to slip off her pantyhose. But Malik, held her hand.

	"Please, keep those on," he insisted. 

	"Don't you think they'll get in the way," she returned.

	"I've already got that figured out," he told her. "Why dot you
lay down on the couch and spread your legs for me."  Cybill
wasn't sure what he was planning. But she was more than willing
to comply.  She sauntered back to the couch and as Malik
approached she lewdly raised one leg to the side and offered
herself to him.

	Malik had returned with a pair of scissors.  Cybill was startled
at first until she realized where he was cutting.  Malik pulled
the nylon away from her crotch and with one slice he'd made a
whole at the mouth of her warm cunt.  He was quite delighted to
see that she wore no panties and her pussy was shaved clean.

	"I like the way the nylon feels against my clit.  I can cum just
walking down the street," she confessed.

	"You see," he chided. "I knew you were a slut."

	"I never denied it," she quipped.  With that, Malik went down to
have his first taste of Cybill's pussy.  His tongue slowly
stroked up and down her outer lips. She was sweeter than french
vanilla.  Cybill was breathing heavy and let out a loud sigh any
time his tongue came near her clit.  But Malik took his time.

	He liked to feel the nylon against his skin and he rubbed her
legs constantly.  Cybill began rubbing her own nipples, pinching
them and tweaking them.  Her hips were writhing as she grinded
her cunt against Malik's mouth.

	"Yes, lick my pussy," she moaned.  Malik used his fingers to
spread her wider and drove his tongue in further.  He licked the
juices from her  pussy walls and fucked her with his tongue. 
Cybill could feel her pussy start to flood.  Soon Malik's lips
were coated with sticky fluid. He just wouldn't stop. He slipped
a finger into her hole and Cybill screeched. His tongue moved up
to her clit, circling around and around. Cybill grabbed him by
the back the head and forced him to suck it for her. He clamped
his lips over her clit and pushed two fingers deep inside her,
sucking hard.

	"Oh God!" Cybill screamed. "Yeah, yeah. I think I'm gonna cum.
Oh Malik, you're gonna make me cum."  There was no holding back.
The first wave hit her hard and Malik never slowed down.  Her
body was rocked and she let everyone know.  She panted and
hollered as each wave passed over her.  This was what she had
been needing. But she was ready for more.

	Austin was beside himself.  He was seeing a side of his mother
he never knew existed. Until then he'd been obsessed with his
beautiful sister. But now, his main focus was his unbelievably
hot mother. 

	He looked up outside to see what happened with Lance and he was
shocked once again. The woman outside was his aunt, Sharon. She
was watching through the window. But Lance was there too. He was
standing behind her. Austin watched as Sharon turned around and
kissed Lanced on the mouth. Lance's hands were all over her.  But
Lance could see that Austin was watching and he crooked his
finger for Austin to come outside. Then Austin knew the whole
situation had gone completely insane.

	Cybill was ready for anything now.  Her first orgasm with Malik
had only reawakened the sexual animal inside her.  Now she was
ready to release her inhibitions.

	She told Malik to sit down and take out his cock.  Malik
positioned himself on one side of the couch. So Cybill spread out
facing him on the other..

	"Unless I tell you," she ordered. "You're not allowed to touch
me."  Malik nodded. He slipped off his briefs and held his dick
with one hand.  Cybill had seen many men with big dicks. She
wasn't easily impressed by size alone.  She wanted to make him
want her more than anything.  That was what turned her on.

	She spit on her hand and rubbed it down all over her gooey cunt.
She used her other hand to spread herself like a whore, using her
whole hand to rub her clit.  Malik was very aroused by her lewd
display. But for the first time, he knew he wasn't in control.

	"It's okay," she whispered. "You can stroke your cock. I want
you to." He grinned and easily slid his hand up and down over his
rigid tool.  Cybill was using three fingers in her pussy, pumping
them hard.  Malik couldn't help but jerk off to the same rhythm.
So Cybill pulled them out and licked the juices off one finger at
a time.

	Cybill decided she wanted a new angle so she got down on the
floor, on all fours, with the black nylon stretching over her
ass.  She reached down her back and ripped the hole a little
wider so Malik could see her asshole.  Without any lube, she
stuck two fingers right up her ass, knuckle deep, and held them
in. Malik almost came right there.

	"Oh yeah, go ahead baby," he sighed. "Fuck yourself in the ass."
 But Cybill was already on her way.  She had two fingers in her
asshole and then she leaned back down with her free hand and
jammed two more right in her snatch.  She finger fucked herself
as hard as she could.  Malik could tell she'd done it before. 
But now she was performing just for him.  It was quite a show.
His eyes followed her from her three inch black heels to the
silky black pantyhose that fit like a second skin over her toned,
fashion model legs.  He studied her long fingers as they pounded
in and out of her twin passages. Then he concentrated on the
sound of her voice as she whispered how good her fingers felt in
her ass and how she wanted to feel his huge cock spreading it
even wider.  Cybill was the kind of slut you only come across
maybe two or three times in your life.  The last time he'd met a
woman as hot as Cybill, he married her.   Now she was gone.  But
Malik was sure that Cybill  Morgan was the one woman who could
take her place.

	As Austin headed out the back door of the Taylor house, he found
Lance and Sharon walking towards him. He figured they must've
realized it probably wasn't a good idea to be seen kissing in
their neighborhood.

	"Do you want to explain to me what this is all about," said
Austin.

	"I will. But let's go back to my room," Lance replied.

	"Fine, but I want some fucking answers," Austin yelled."

	"Austin," whispered Sharon. "Keep your fucking voice down."

	"Sharon, don't tell me what to do. What the hell are you doing
with him?"

	"Austin," Sharon confided. "Lance and I have been intimate a
couple times, okay. Don't make a big thing out of it."

	"Don't make a big thing out of it? He's 17 years old. You're old
enough to be his..."

	"His what, Austin," Sharon intruded.  "His mother?"

	"Yes,  his mother. You're old enough to be his mother."

	"But I'm not his mother, Austin. Which leads us right back to
you and the question of why you were just inside spying on
your's."

	"She's got a point," Lance joked. Austin ignored him.

	"So you see," Sharon continued. "What we have here is a stand
off.  You know something about me. I know something about you.
Now, we can either run off and tell, like little kids. Or, we can
be adults and make the best of the situation."

	"And how do you suggest we do that," Austin asked.

	"Well...why don't you listen to your friend here and come
upstairs."  Austin breathed deeply.  This was obviously some kind
of sick joke. But Austin had never seen his aunt like this.  Of
course, he'd heard stories that Sharon was not what she seemed.
But he figured they were just stories spread by guys who couldn't
have her.  But Austin figured he had nothing to lose and if
things went well it could be the next best thing to having sex
with his mom. But Austin grew up hearing Sharon make racists
comments about black men. So to see her with Lance made no sense
to him at all. But Lance and Sharon had already gone upstairs.
Austin found himself following behind as he tried to process all
that was taking place.  The risk was great . But the excitement
was greater.  Austin decided to trust them and let the chips
fall.

	Malik had obeyed Cybill's instructions not to touch her.  After
watching her get herself off,  he wanted to fuck her twice as
much.  But Cybill didn't think she was quite ready yet.

	"I can't take anymore, Cybill," he pleaded. "I want to fuck you
right now."

	"Be patient, honey," she cooed. "You're doing so well. I'm sure
you can hold out a little longer. It'll be worth it." Cybill
assured him. She was standing now. She asked Malik to lay
lengthwise on the couch. As he slid down, flat on his back,
Cybill straddled over his face.  Cybill reached down to hold his
cock for the first time and it twitched in the softness of her
hand.  She rested down on Malik's face and started rubbing her
pussy juice all over his lips.  Malik loved it.  The juice was
smeared all over his lips, his nose and his chin.  He gripped her
by the waist and held her, allowing his tongue to dart in and out
of her wet tunnel.  Cybill didn't protest.  She was fixated on
his pulsating dick, gently jacking him off and caressing his
balls with her dainty, delicate fingers.

	Suddenly, Cybill felt a new sensation down between her legs. 
Malik had slid his tongue away from her pussy and the wet, pointy
tip was circling her ass.  He held her cheeks apart and dove
right in, using his whole tongue to rim her asshole.  Cybill
gasped. No one had ever done this to her before.  It felt dirty
and wonderful at the same time.  She couldn't help pushing down
on his tongue. She wanted to help him get his tongue up her ass,
as deep as he could. 

	"Good God, what are you doing down there," she squealed. "Are
you really licking my ass?" Malik's only response was a low moan
and a loud, swirling suck.  His tongue probed her rectum as his
fingers found there way between her dripping pussy lips.  She was
so wet, he thought,  there was no way she wasn't ready to fuck. 
Cybill confirmed that by hopping off and telling him to sit up. 
Malik complied, reclining just a bit,  as Cybill straddled his
lap.  She kissed him hard, and they sucked tongues vigorously.

	Cybill was so wet that she slid down on Malik's cock like a
greased fire pole. It happened so fast, it actually caught her by
surprise.  She threw her head back, clenched her eyes shut and
let out a loud gasp.  Malik wasn't sure, but he thought she may
have cum right then and there.  But that would only be the first
of many.

	Cybill started slowly rotating her hips, just to feel the
enormity of the manhood inside her.  She used her muscles to
squeeze him, feeling the force of his thrusts. Malik was low
enough to suckle her nipples and took turns licking and nibbling
each one. Cybill had lost all sight of herself, completely
surrendering to the pleasure he was giving her.  She had never
been with a black man before. It was always taboo in her family.
But thinking about that only gave her a new thrill.  She was
crossing a forbidden line. She had crossed a line with Austin
that morning, letting him watch her get dressed. She began to
wonder what other forbidden acts she might be capable of, even
with her own son.

	Austin found himself in Lance's bedroom, with his aunt Sharon,
being kissed and fondled by his best friend.  Sharon was wearing
a white cashmere sweater, skin-tight black jeans and black
strappy heels.  She looked great in almost anything. But Austin
wanted to see his aunt's body naked.  Sharon was about 38 years
old, 8 years younger than Austin's mother.  She married wealthy
and never had a job. So she spent most of her time at the mall or
the health club.  Needless to say, she was in great shape.  Her
hair was strawberry blonde and cut right below her ears, in one
of those styles that made her look like an anchorwoman.  Unlike
Michelle, Sharon never left the house without makeup on and
usually wore too much.  Yet, her fiery red lips were offset by
her angelic green eyes. But what Austin liked most about Sharon
was her 38 D chest.  Her tits were bigger than his mother's or
his sister's. Plus, with such a skinny waist, those big jugs
really stood out. Not to mention, being the tramp that she was,
Sharon had no problem showing off her tremendous cleavage.

	"Why don't you get naked, Austin," she requested. "I want to see
how my little nephew has grown." Austin was too busy day dreaming
to realize she was speaking to him.

	"I'm sorry," he said. "Did you say something?"

	"I guess you're a little distracted," she replied. "Still
thinking about mom downstairs?" Lance smiled. He was already
taking off his clothes. Austin wondered how Lance had managed to
fuck his sister and his aunt without him knowing til now.

	"No, not at all," Austin answered. "Actually, I was thinking
about you."

	"Really, and what exactly were you thinking?"

	"I was thinking that you're extremely sexy."

	"I see. Is that all?" She was walking towards him now.

	"Well, I was thinking that you have a great body...and ummm, I'd
like to see it. All of it."  Austin's heart was racing.  He was
about to open a door that would lead to heaven or straight to
hell. He was scared stiff. Sharon could sense his fear and tried
to help him.

	"Are you sure all you want to do is look at my body," she
whispered softly, as she took his hand. "What about touching my
body?" Sharon asked, placing his hand on her chest. Austin
instinctively squeezed her right breast through her sweater.
Sharon smiled. "See, you do want to touch me, don't you."

	"Yes," he stammered.  "Yes, I do."

	"Well, this may seem a little old fashioned. But, I'm the type
of lady who likes when a man asks for what he wants. So why don't
you be a man and ask me nicely?" Sharon was obviously enjoying
her little game.  Austin was starting to break out in a sweat.
But he couldn't turn back now. If he didn't want to wake up from
this dream, he'd have to play along.

	"Aunt Sharon," he mumbled. "Would you please take off your
clothes and let me touch you?"  Sharon was thrilled. She never
got this kind of attention from the rich men she dated.  But she
couldn't bare to make her young nephew suffer any longer.  She
was ready to show him a good time.

	"Sure, sweetie," she answered. "What would like me to take off
first?"

	"Your sweater!" He blurted. That was the answer she expected.
Sharon was standing between the two young men and she lifted the
sweater up over her head. She tossed it on the bed, beside Lance,
who was openly stroking himself as he watched. Austin stared at
her impressive chest, presented before him in a lacy white bra.
But he was eager to see more.

	"What about the bra," he whined. Sharon grinned. She couldn't
help being difficult.

	"Now, now, Austin," she scolded. "Be patient. Besides, I think
if I'm gonna strip for you. You should be stripping for me." 
Austin looked at Lance and Lance rolled his eyes. The tease was
getting old. Austin flipped off his shirt and dropped it at his
feet.

	"Lance," said Sharon. "Why don't come here and help me with this
bra?" Lance looked back at Austin and winked. He walked over to
Sharon and undid the clasp, peeling the straps down over her
shoulders. Sharon's tits burst from their restraints as the bra
fell to the floor.  She placed one hand on her hips and ran the
fingers of her other hand through her hair, posing for Austin to
take a mental picture.

	Suddenly, Lance wrapped his arms around Sharon's waist and
pulled her against him.

	"Austin, look at her," he snapped. "I know she's your aunt. But
she's no different than any other girl you've ever had."

	"What are you trying to say, Lance," said Austin.

	"What I'm saying is, why are you letting her play with you? You
wouldn't let any other bitch make you beg and all this shit."

	"Does she make you beg?"

	"Hell no! I can fuck this bitch anytime I want."

	"Is that true, Aunt Sharon? Can Lance fuck you anytime he
wants," Austin questioned. Sharon closed her eyes as she
answered. 
	"Yes."

	"Yes, what?" Austin barked.
	
	"Yes, I let him fuck me whenever wants," said Sharon. She'd open
her eyes to find Austin facing her with a cold stare. He could
see the change in her eyes.  She was trying not to look afraid of
them.  But it was clear that she wasn't going to tell either of
them what to do. Austin felt like his old self again. He wasn't
some horny virgin. He was a man. Now, he was going to show his
slutty aunt what kind of man he was.

	"You know, it's funny," he hissed. "When I was growing up you
always used to talk about how you couldn't stand `niggers.'  Now
here you are screwing around with my best friend, who just
happens to be a so-called `nigger.'  So I'm wondering, since the
two of you have hit it off so well, if Lance is aware of what you
really think of him.  Did you know anything about that, Lance?"

	"Nope," Lance replied, holding her tight. "I sure didn't."
Sharon was getting nervous.

	"Austin, you don't understand," she pleaded. "I only said those
things so people would never suspect me of doing the things I've
done. I'm not a racist!"

	"Well then, why don't you just take Lance with you to the mall
this weekend?"

	"Yeah," Lance chimed in. "I could use a new pair of Nikes."

	"That's not fair, guys," she reasoned. "You know that's not
fair."

	"Life isn't fair," Austin mocked. "Is it Lance?"

	"Nah, man. Life's a bitch. But then, so is she."

	"So what do you think we should with her," asked Austin.

	"Well for using the N-word, she definitely needs to be
punished," Lance answered.

	"Okay. Let me think," Austin pondered.  "What is a suitable
punishment for being a lying, racist, stuck up slut?"

	"Guys, listen to me," she appealed. "You know I'll do whatever
you want. Just don't do anything stupid okay."

	"Well, you heard her, L.T.," said Austin. "She said she'll do
whatever we want."

	"Works for me. I want this bitch on her knees."

	"Okay. You heard the man, Aunt Sharon. Get down on your knees.
Since you love our dark skinned brothers so much, why don't you
prove it by swallowing his big black dick with your pretty little
mouth."  Sharon was now getting visibly upset.  Oral sex was one
thing she would not do. She never really liked doing it in the
first place, not even with white men.  Sometimes she would do it,
if she didn't want to sleep with a guy, just so they'd leave her
alone.  She could handle having intercourse with Lance only
because it felt good to her.  She could imagine he was someone
else. But she'd rather give head to her own nephew than suck
Lance's dick . White girls just didn't do that. It was too
personal. It was dirty. 
	But Lance wasn't concerned about her conscience as he pushed her
down on her knees.  Sharon thought about trying to run away .
Then she realized she couldn't risk letting her sister find out
she was upstairs half naked with her son.  She was trapped. She
stopped resisting and kneeled in front of Lance.  She did like
Lance. He was very sweet and handsome. She just couldn't bare the
ridicule of being caught with a black teenage boy.  But now that
he knew about her bigotry, she could see that he was angry. She
brought herself to look down at his penis.  It stood tall and
proud, aiming at her like a warhead.  She'd never seen his dick
up close before.  It was so long and thick that Sharon didn't
know where to begin.

	Lance had no way of knowing she was inexperienced. So he didn't
understand her hesitation.  He held her by her hair and pushed
his cock right into her mouth.  Sharon never expected such an
invasion. For a second, she thought she would be choked to death.
But Lance only pushed in about half way and slid back out. He
repeated his hip motion again and again, using her mouth like any
other warm, wet cunt.

	Sharon realized it wasn't so hard to breath as long as he didn't
go in to deep.  She closed her mouth a little tighter to give him
more friction.

	"How does he taste," Austin taunted. But Sharon realized she'd
been so busy trying to accomodate the size, she never considered
the taste.  She pressed her tongue up against his shaft to feel
his cock sliding in and out.  It was a salty taste, mixed with a
musky scent. But she didn't find it to be unpleasant.  She found
herself actually moving her tongue around to feel the texture of
the veiny ridges along the base of his shaft.  It was actually
kind of interesting.  But she realized as long as Lance kept
fucking her mouth than she could never fully explore the whole
thing.  She raised out her hand towards Austin and mumbled as she
signaled him.

	"Hang on, Lance," said Austin. "I think she want's to say
something." Lance didn't seem to mind stopping.

	"What's up, baby," said Lance. "I was trying to go easy on you.
I know white girls ain't used to dicks like this."

	"No, it's not that," Sharon replied. "I'm fine, actually. But I
just wanted to slow down a second so I can use my tongue a little
more. I kind of like the way you feel against it."

	"Well, I don't know about Austin. But I don't have anywhere to
be. Lick all you want."  Sharon smiled. She kissed the head of
his cock and swirled her tongue around it. Then she kissed down
the underside and licked her way back up. Before taking the head
back in her mouth and swallowing him about half way.  As she
pulled back, the top of half his cock was shiny wet with her
spit, as she lightly flicked her tongue on the tip. Austin had
seen enough.

	"Oh man, I need some of that too," he declared, tearing off his
jeans and sneakers. Sharon never considered sucking them both off
at the same time. But she did have two hands. She knew that much.
She took Lance's cock in her left hand and reached for Austin
with her right.  She was slobbering all over Lance's veiny black
shaft, rubbing it all over her lips.  It made her feel like a
slut to take so much delight in pleasing a young, black boy. His
dick was hot against her skin and it made her tingle all over. 
Austin felt his aunt take his rock hard cock in her soft hand. 
She squeezed it gently and tugged on the wrinkled skin. Austin
flinched and groaned from that first sensation. His aunt was
actually jacking him off.  But  it wasn't until Sharon turned to
look at him that what was she doing actually sunk in.

	"My God, Austin, you're not a little boy anymore," she
pronounced.  Austin was at a loss for words.  Sharon shifted a
bit to the right so she'd be right in the middle of her  two
young studs.  Austin moved right in, filling his aunt's mouth
with his throbbing prick.      Lance watched wide eyed as Sharon
swallowed up her teenage nephew's seven inch cock. Sharon was
giving Lance a good hand job, so Lance didn't mind waiting. Just
watching Sharon reminded Lance of his mom and the hours she spent
giving him blowjobs.  Lance wondered if Austin realized how lucky
he was to have three gorgeous women in his family to suck and
fuck him.

	Sharon was having a blast.  She pictured what she was doing as
if she was outside her body and the image drove her wild.  She
talked a good game but she'd never done anything like this
before.  This was her chance to learn for herself how good sex
could be, and it didn't matter who she was fucking.  Austin had
his hot cock in her mouth and she was sucking on it for dear
life. She was jerking them both off at the same time. It was such
a feeling of power. Lance moved up to feel her hot mouth so she
turned and sucked him in. She rubbed Austin's dick from the head
down to his balls as she stuffed Lance's thrusting cock down her
throat. Lance was harder to handle than Austin but she ignored
the discomfort and let him fuck her throat anyway. 

	"Relax," she told herself. "Just breath."As Lance pushed his
cockhead to her tonsils.  Sharon gagged.  But she kept trying. 
She held the base of his cock to try to control her intake and
found she could handle about six inches easy.  She concentrated
on relaxing her throat and those last two inches magically
disappeared into her mouth.  She'd done it. She backed off for
air, but she wanted to deep throat him again. The more she tried,
the easier it got. Lance could feel the difference and was having
trouble standing up straight.  Sharon didn't want him to cum just
yet. She pulled off and took Austin down in one motion.  Her nose
was buried in his pubic hair and his balls brushed her chin. 
Austin couldn't hold back. He held the back of the her head and
pushed his bloated penis into the back of his aunt's hot mouth.
She didn't pull away, letting her nephew fuck her face hard.  She
kept her hand tight around Lance's stiff rod and jerked him off
fast and hard. Lance was starting to groan. She could feel his
muscles begin to spasm. She knew he was ready.

	As she turned her head to face Lance, a streak of hot, white
sperm splashed across her cheek.  Sharon wasn't prepared for the
eruption. But Lance continued to blast cum into her face. It was
warm and sticky as it splattered onto her lips and chin.  She'd
never let anyone cum on her face but she wanted to completely
drain him.  She continued to jack him off and the final shot
landed right in her mouth. It was her first taste of cum. Without
even thinking about it, she gulped down his load and licked the
cum dripping from her lips.  To her surprise, it was good. It was
quite good. Then she realized she could just turn her head if she
wanted more.

	But Austin had been staring at her big tits for awhile.  Sharon
could see that he was staring at her chest and she wanted to give
him what he wanted.  She sat up and faced him, rubbing her tits
against his cock. Austin loved feeling her nipples brushing
against his shaft. But he wanted something else.


	"Let me see you play with them," he ordered. Sharon didn't miss
a beat.  She used her fingertips to wipe some of Lance's cum off
her face and started rubbing it into her nipples.  She cupped her
38 Ds and lifted her left nipple up to her mouth, sucking the cum
off.  The taste wasn't enough.

	"Austin," she whispered. "I'd really like you to cum in my
mouth."  He couldn't believe his ears.  He was already jerking
off hard.  Sharon looked him right in the eye as she leaned
forward with her mouth wide open.  Austin's aunt wanted to drink
his cum.  He watched as she wet her red lips and flicked her hot
tongue on the head of his cock. He shut his eyes as he neared the
bowling point, but he felt her hot breath on his shaft. Suddenly,
her full lips were closing around his dick and Austin lost it. 
His cock exploded. He emptied his massive load straight into her
gullet. Sharon's mouth filled with cum faster than she could
swallow.  Trails of white cream dribbled out the corners of her
mouth as she pulled away. She paused, letting the cum swirl
around in her mouth, then swallowed. But Austin was still
cumming, shooting the rest of his load on her incredible tits. 
Austin wiped the semen off her tits with his fingers. Then he
shoved his sticky hand into his aunt's mouth. Sharon happily
sucked off all the cum.

	Cybill was still impaling herself on Malik's nine inch pillar. 
She'd been riding him for over ten minutes but Malik was just
letting her do whatever she wanted.  The way his cock felt inside
her, she simply didn't want the feeling to go away. With each
down stroke, she would take as much or as little of his shaft
into her well-stretched hole as she wanted. Her mind reeled with
all sorts of twisted fantasies. She thought about fucking Malik
in his office or on a beach, with dozens of people watching.  But
in her mind she was seeing someone else who she kept trying to
block out. It was Austin. Malik sensed her mind was drifting.

	"Tell me what you're thinking about," he said.

	Cybill whispered, "Austin." It just slipped out.  There was no
way to take it back.

	"You mean, your son," he replied.  Cybill looked away. "Hey,
it's okay.  In fact, if it makes you feel better, my wife liked
to fuck Lance all the time."  Cybill looked back.

	"Are you trying to make fun of me," she mumbled.

	"No, I'm being very serious. In fact, I was in on the whole
thing. I told you my wife and I taught Lance all about sex. Kids
need to learn at home." Cybill didn't know whether to feel
relieved or horrified. But her curiosity got the best of her.

	"Do you think you could tell me how it started," she asked. 
Malik smiled.  Cybill was suddenly being lifted up and carried
across the room. Malik pushed her up against the wall as she
wrapped her arms and legs around.

	"Sure, I'll tell you all about it," he growled. "You see my wife
was a closet slut just like you.  Her brother seduced her and
took her virginity when she was 13.  As she got older, she
started having this desire for teenage boys.  She seemed to want
to relive the experience. So when Lance came along,  she seduced
him just like her brother did to her."

	Cybill was trying hard to listen. But talking about his wife
seemed to excite Malik to the point where he was pounding his
cock into Cybill like he'd never fuck anyone again. But if she
planned to seduce Austin she needed to no more about Lance and
Mrs. Taylor.


	"How did she do it," Cybill panted.

	"I kept a lot of porn in our bedroom.  She knew Lance liked to
sneak in and look at it.  So she started planting videos and
magazines about incest.  Before long, the stuff would turn up
missing and she'd find it in his room. One day, she went in and
found one with fresh cum all over it. So the next day she
arranged to be home early and started masturbating on our bed.
When Lance came home, he rushed in to get a magazine from our
room and there she was."

	"Did he fuck her," Cybill moaned.  Her pussy was getting so wet.
 She didn't care how hard Malik fucked her.

	"They never told me," he answered. "But when I came home that
day, my wife was laying naked on the bed with her legs spread and
a vibrator stuck up her ass, while my son straddled her face with
his dick down her throat."  Cybill pictured the image and moaned
loud as Malik drilled his thick cock right through her deep, wet
cunt.

	"So you weren't angry," she asked.

	"Of course not," he calmly replied. "You see, I've always liked
slutty white women.  The kind of woman who'd never admit that she
can't get enough black dick. You know, someone like you." Cybill
bit her lip. Malik was right. She could never get enough. Then,
it suddenly dawned on her. She could see the family portrait on
the mantle, with the three of them all smiling. Lance had much
lighter skin than his father.  But Mrs. Taylor looked just like
Cybill.  She was white, with  blonde hair, blue eyes and a great
figure.  It all made sense. Cybill was just like Malik's wife. 
But now she was angry.

	"You son of a bitch," she shouted. "You only wanted to fuck me
because I remind you of your wife."

	"What's wrong with that," he replied.  "You're as beautiful as
she was."

	"Malik put me down!" She yelled. But there was nothing she could
do. Malik held her as he lowered himself down on his knees,
spreading her out on the carpet.  He pulled her legs over his
shoulders and pushed her knees down to her chest.  The
penetration was deeper than ever. Cybill was pissed but she
didn't struggle.  They stared at each other and Malik could still
see the lust in her eyes.

	"What are you waiting for," she hissed. "Go head and fuck me,
you black bastard." Malik saw red.  He jerked his hips back and
then rammed his dick to the hilt.  Cybill bit her lips again. But
she wouldn't let him get the best of her. Malik threw his whole
body into her.  The room filled with the sound of his balls
slapping against ass.  He pinned her arms to the floor, gnashing
his teeth, as his sweat dripped down all over her. As prone as
she was, Cybill continued to taunt him.

	"Come on, motherfucker. I can see why your wife liked your son
better.  Fuck me harder.  Earn this white, juicy cunt." Malik was
furious.

	"Shut the fuck up, you filthy fucking whore! I'm gonna rip you
in half," he screamed. Cybill could feel him tearing her pussy
walls.  She refused to let him hear her scream.  But Malik
wouldn't  stop trying.

	"I'd love to hear how you're gonna explain to your husband why
you can't walk tomorrow."

	"I'll just tell him I got fucked by a crazy nigger."

	"Oh, so now I'm a nigger. Well, you sure seem to like this
nigger's black dick, don't you."

	"Oh God, yes!" Cybill moaned.  Malik was driving her wild. She
couldn't help it. She was ready to cum any second.

	"I didn't hear you. I said, you love this big black dick, don't
you!"

	"YES, MALIK!!! I LOVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL BLACK DICK!!!! OH GOD, FUCK
ME HARDER!!!"

	"There's something I have to tell you, Cybill."

	"YESSSS," she screamed. She could feel the first wave.

	"Me and my son fucked your daughter after school today..."

	"WWHHAAATTT??!!! Cybill shrieked. But she couldn't hold back. 
She was cumming.  Her body shook from head to toe as her head
tossed from side to side.  She didn't make a sound.  Malik kept
pumping his shaft into her pussy and Cybill started to moan.

	"OHHHH YESSSS!!!! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!!!!" She begged. Malik
wasn't sure he could hold back anymore. Cybill had taken all he
could give and wanted more. She pictured her little girl getting
fucked by this animal and deep down it excited her.

	Malik pulled himself out and went down to attack her clit. Her
pussy lips were red and swollen. His tongue was soft and
soothing.  He lapped all over her clit and Cybill bucked and
jerked against his mouth.  She was moaning her daughter's name as
she pictured the cheerleader taking on two huge black cocks. 

	"That's right," Malik drooled. "Michelle is a fuck slut just
like her mommy." His tongue was swirling around her clit and
Cybill was on the verge again.  Malik took two of his fingers and
forced them straight up Cybill's ass. The shock of pain mixed
with pleasure sent Cybill over the edge.

	"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! She cried. "OOHHHH GOD, RAM THOSE FINGERS IN
THERE!!!! OHHHH SHIT!!!! I'M GONNA CUMM!!! YEEEAAHHH!!!!! SUCK MY
CLIT!!!! OOOHHHH GOD!!!! I'M CUMMMIIIIIING!!!!" Malik kept
sucking hard. She squeezed his head between her legs as she
arched off the floor.  His fingers were lodged deep in her
asshole. He pulled them out slowly. Cybill continued to moan and
shake as she tried to recover.

	"So you're not angry," said Malik.

	Cybill sighed, "Of course, I'm angry. How could you do that to
my little girl? I just don't know what to think right now.
Besides, I figured you were the one who was angry after  all the
ugly things I said to you."


	"I was," he replied. "But I don't believe you really meant it."

	"Well, there was one thing that I did mean," she returned. "The
part about loving your beautiful black dick."

	"Oh, you meant that, huh."

	"Absolutely...and you know what else? I'd really like to feel it
in my mouth right now."

	"Oh, you would?"

	"Yes, very much. I want to taste my juices on your cock."

	"I see. God, you're a slut..."

	"Yes, I am. Now come here," she said, as she laid down on her
back. "I want you to fuck my throat the way Lance did with his
mom." Malik slid down over her face. Cybill opened her mouth
wide.  She had done this with her husband many times but Malik
didn't know that.  His cock was now only semi-hard as the head
slipped between her wet lips.  She patiently swirled her tongue
around the tip, sucking gently.  She loved to feel it swelling
inside her mouth.  She pushed him down by his ass, taking more
and more, as it reached it's full extension. Her throat was
relaxed and she breathed normally, allowing Malik to pump his
shaft down her throat as far as he wanted.  He was amazed that
she could handle all nine inches.  But she seemed to love it. 
She kept squeezing his ass and pushing him down.  She licked his
cock all the way out and then sucked it all the way down.  Each
time he buried his dick in her mouth, he could feel his balls
resting on her chin.

	Cybill enjoyed getting her face fucked.  She'd never seen a dick
she couldn't handle and she loved making men feel like they could
use any part of her.  Malik was pumping his dick hard.  The sweat
from his balls was running down her cheek.  He started to grunt
and groan.  Then he pulled himself out.  Cybill knew what was
coming. She left her mouth gaping wide open. Her tongue was fully
extended as she stared up at  him. He   was jacking off right
over lips.  Cybill could hardly wait to taste him.

	Then, out of nowhere, she whispered, "Pour your cum down my
throat ." Malik jerked forward and his cock slipped right back in
her mouth. Cybill sucked hard. Malik groaned as his cum started
gushing into her mouth.  Cybill calmly gulped it down, swallowing
shot after shot of his hot white sperm.  As he slid his cock from
her mouth, Malik was still cumming.  Cybill cradled his balls,
making sure she got  every drop.  She laid there quietly, letting
his last few spurts leave cum dripping down all over her face.

	They were both exhausted. But Cybill felt victorious. Malik
Taylor had tried to break her.  But she'd beaten him at his own
game.  Now she was ready to take on anything, including her
teenage son. But upstairs, Austin was thinking he was ready for
mom too.


End of Part 2   

 		






	
	


	







	 Note: This story contains depictions of incest, interracial sex
and sex with teenage minors. It does not contain depictions of
violent or non-consensual sex.  This story also contains racist
language. However, it is not the author's intent to promote
prejudice or racism of any kind. This story is purely fictional.
It is not intended to be read by anyone under 18.


The Morgan's by Scott Johnson


Episode 3: The Confession

	
	6:10pm, Monday evening; Michelle sat on her bed lost in thought
as she pondered a way out of the mess she was in.  Strangely, no
one else was home. But she was sure her father would be pulling
into the driveway any minute. She stared at the pictures on top
of her dresser. They only reminded her of the trouble she was in.
She started to cry when she realized she might never be able to
see Lance again. Somehow, she knew it was all her brother's
fault. She vowed revenge. But she'd have to deal with him later.

	She wondered where her mother could be. It wasn't like her to
not be at home getting supper ready for Dad.  She figured she was
with Sharon. But she also knew Daddy expected to eat supper when
he got home.  Michelle started considering whetner she should
cook for him.  She wasn't much of a cook. But how else was she
supposed to learn. If she ever hoped to marry a man like her
father she'd have to get some experience.

	Then, suddenly, Michelle had an idea. If Mom wasn't around,
maybe she could play the wife.  How hard could it be, she
thought.  All she had to do was make a meal, ask him how his day
was and give him a kiss.  She would definitely have to give Daddy
a kiss. But daughter's kiss on the cheek.  Mommy's kiss on the
lips.  But that was okay. She was only pretending. She could just
pretend he was someone else, like Lance's father.

	Michelle started to think about Lance's father. Only hours
earlier he had made her feel like no boy ever had. It was a
pleasure she wanted to feel again.  Mr. Taylor obviously liked
her too. She wondered if all men liked young girls like her.  If
Mr. Taylor found her attractive, why wouldn't someone else?
Someone like her father.

	Michelle looked at herself in the mirror.  She was having bad
thoughts that wouldn't go away. She saw a pure, innocent face
staring back at her.  But on the inside, she was feeling like the
horny girl all the boys knew.  Could I actually seduce my Dad,
she asked herself.  He's going to find out what I slut I am
anyway.  Maybe I could help my own cause.  But first, I'm gonna
have to look the part, she reasoned.  Then, she dashed into her
mother's bedroom

	About twenty minutes passed, when John Morgan pulled into the
driveway.  He'd been running around all day meeting clients or
trying to make new ones.  His business was selling office
equipment and electronics.  His hottest products were computers,
cellular phones and pagers.  This was his busiest time of year
right before the holidays.  But John had a small staff and did a
lot of the leg work himself.  By the time he got home, he was
tired, tense and hungry.

	As he stepped into the house, he was greeted by the smell of hot
food.  He loved coming into the house knowing supper was ready.
It relaxed him almost instantly.

	"Whatever you're making in there sure smells good," John yelled.
 But there was no answer. "Honey, where the hell is everybody.
The place is empty." Still, no answer.

	John walked back into the kitchen to say hello to his wife.  As
he stepped in, he saw what he thought was his wife bending over
to pull something from the oven.  He scanned her from bottom to
top.  She was wearing five inch brown leather heels, suntan
nylons, a tight, light brown mini-skirt and an ivory silkblouse.

	As she sat up to put the pan on the stove, John did a double
take.

	"Hi honey, how was your day," she asked.

	John was stunned. "Michelle?" He answered. "What are youdoing?"

	"I'm making supper, honey. It's pot roast, your favorite. Now go
sit down. It's almost ready." But John couldn't move. He felt
like walking outside and coming back in again.

	"Look, Michelle, I appreciate you making dinner. But where is
your mother? And since when did you start calling me `Honey?' "
Michelle giggled.

	"Come on, Daddy.  Can't you tell what's going on? Tonight, I'm
Mrs. Morgan. I'm your wife. I made you some food and we're going
to sit down and have a quiet evening alone. Just the two of us."
John was starting to lose patience.

	"Michelle, I don't know what's gotten into you. I certainly
don't know where you got those clothes. But I want to know where
Austin and your mother are, right now."

	"What's the matter? Don't you like my outfit," she said,
modeling for him. "I borrowed it from Mom. But I really don't
know where they are. Austin is probably hanging out with Lance. I
imagine Mom is with Sharon. So let's just eat." Michelle wasn't
about to let him ruin her enthusiasm.

	"Well, okay," he relented. "It's just makes me mad because I
don't get to see any of you that much.  I count on having supper
with my family."

	"I know, darling," his daughter replied. "That's why I love
you." John just shook his head.

	"Girl, you're really starting to scare me. But I'll say one
thing. You look absolutely gorgeous." Michelle lit up like a
Christmas tree.

	"Do you really think so," she squealed, running over to give him
a hug. John wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and squeezed.

	"Of course, I do," he replied. "I've never seen you look more
beautiful. And you smell good too. Although, I don't know if I
like you in all that make up."

	"Oh I know," she admitted. "I don't usually wear this much. But
I was trying to look more grown up." 

	"Well you definitely pulled it off. You're looking more like
your mom everyday," he told her. Michelle beamed. Without
thinking, she reached up and kissed her father on the lips. 
Suddenly, she realized what she was doing. But neither of them
pulled away. She felt her father's hands moving up her back.  She
melted into his arms.  But it didn't last long enough.

	"Oh God," he cried, pulling away. "Michelle, I'm sorry." She
didn't seem at all upset.

	"It's okay, John," she whispered. "I liked it."

	"What do you mean? I'm your father. I shouldn't be kissing you.
Besides I'm just an old man to you anyway."

	"But I like older men.  And I think you're the most handsome man
in the world," Michelle answered. John looked in her eyes.  She
was serious. He blushed.

	"Oh come on, Michelle. You're only sixteen. You can barely tell
which ice cream flavor you like. What do you know about men?" 
Michelle turned and walked back to the stove. John studied her
every curve.

	"You'd be surprised," she mumbled.  John followed her.

	"Excuse me," he said. "Why would I be surprised?"

	"Well, I'm not a baby anymore, John," she retorted.

	"I know that. But you're still a child. You're my child. I have
a right to know what's going in yout life. And for God's sake,
why are you calling me `John' "?

	"That's your name isn't it. Listen, do you want to eat or not?"

	"Don't avoid me, Michelle! What have you been up to?" Michelle
sighed.

	"Okay, I'll tell you," she said. "I just didn't want to do it
like this. But what the hell, you're gonna find out anyway..."

	"Find out what?!" John blurted.

	"That I've been having sex, alright!" John inhaled. He wanted to
stay calm.

	 "You've been having sex...with whom?"

	"What do you mean," she said.

	"I mean, what's his name," John asked.  Michelle couldn't look
her father in the eye.

	"It's not a `he', Daddy." She paused. John bit his tongue. "It's
a `they.' "

	"Okay, let me get this straight," he cleared his throat. "You've
been having sex with several guys? Are you a hooker or something?
Does your mother know about this?"

	"Daddy, please calm down," she pleaded. "Mom doesn't know.  I
wanted to come to you first. I'm not a hooker or anything like
that. I've just been spending time with some friends of ours."
Now, John was really confused.


	"Friends of  `ours?' " He questioned. "Don't be cryptic,
Michelle. These aren't friends of mine.  Just tell me who the
fuck they are?" Michelle sighed.

	"They're our new neighbors, Dad."

	"Our new neighbors? You mean Frank Cooper's kids. The twins?"
Michelle was in agony.

	"No, Dad," she forced the words out. "Our really new neighbors,
The Taylors."

	"Okay," he replied. "So you've been sleeping with Mr. Taylor's
kid. Lance is his name, right. Who else?" Michelle opened her
mouth to speak but John didn't hear a word.

	"What did you say," he asked.

	Again, she mumbled, "Mr. Taylor."

	"Michelle, Malik only has one son. So who else are you talking
about?" Michelle turned towards him. They're eyes met for the
first time in minutes.

	"I'm talking about Malik, Daddy.  I've been having sex with
Lance and Malik." John chuckled.  Michelle didn't bat an eye.  He
rubbed his chin. "It's true, Dad," was all she could say. John
turned away from her. Michelle started to speak.

	"Don't say another fucking word," he snapped.  "Do you
understand?"

	"I'm sorry, Daddy." John blew up.

	"I told you to shut the hell up! Michelle, what the hell is
wrong with you! Did they rape you? Tell me the truth!"

	"No! No, Dad. It's nothing like that. We just have fun. I swear,
they've never hurt me."

	"Jesus Christ. Michelle.  How am I supposed to accept this?
You're acting like it's okay. You're just a kid. What am I
supposed to tell your mother? `Cybill,  great news! Our daughter
is a nympho!'  Gimme a fucking break, Michelle. You're just out
of control. "

	Michelle didn't know what else to say.  She sunk her head down
and started to cry. Her plan had failed.  No matter how good her
father thought she looked, he would never get over his
disappointement.  She sobbed like a baby.  She knew her
punishment would be severe. There was no way out of it. But John
hated to see his daughter cry.

	"Michelle, I'm sorry," he said, taking her back in his arms. "I
shouldn't have yelled at you. You don't know what you're doing. I
guess your mom and I are partly to blame. You're just looking for
love aren't you, sweetie. I know we haven't always been there for
you. I'm sorry." Michelle hugged him hard. That was the father
she knew. She leaned against his chest.

	"It's alright Daddy," she told him. "I'm not mad at you. I just
don't want you to think badly of me." John rubbed her back.

	"You know, I'll always love you no matter what."

	"Thank you, Daddy," she grinned, kissing him on the cheek.

            "But baby, I think I should know exactly what you've
been doing with Malik and his son."  Michelle felt relaxed enough
to confide in him, at that point.  John couldn't even imagine his
little girl losing her virginity. But he coudn't bare knowing his
daughter's secret without knowing all there was to know.



	
	

		

	



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