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Subject: {ASSM} Chloe and Mom 7 (cuck, humor, preg)
Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 00:10:02 -0400
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: Chloe and Mom
Vargas111@yahoo.com
Part 7
Universe: 
Summary: The older sisters of Chloe's lovers visit. 
Chloe has been naughty.  What will be her punishment? 
What will be her husband's reward?
Keywords: cuck, humor, preg
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted ASSM 8/25/02
Last Edited 10/25/02

Chloe and Mom 7 (cuck, humor, preg)
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com

This is inspired by the great story "Letters to
Mother" by LKWRITER@HOTMAIL.COM.  The following are
letters from a different daughter to a different mom. 
Also inspired by CDE.


Dear Mom,

Oh, Mom, Mom, so much has happened!  I don't know what
to think, what to do.  I,...  I may have lost my
Sydney!  I guess I did not realize how hurt and
humiliated he has been by me letting Darrell and
Martin fuck me, getting Darrell to make me pregnant,
and then letting them show off their knocked up
slutwife in public with Sydney tagging along.  I just
do not understand men!  They are so focused on sex. 
Doesn't Sydney realize that for a woman, loving her
husband doesn't mean she wants to fuck him?  A wife
wants so much more from the man she loves.  She wants
cuddling, comfort, and security, a man to tell
pointless stories to in endless, irrelevant detail, a
man to order around, a man whose faults and
shortcoming she can criticize, whose advice and
preferences in apparel and make up and sleepwear she
can ignore, someone to blame when things go wrong.

I've tried to explain to Sydney that Darrell and
Martin do none of these things for me; they are just a
release for my raging animal passions and a source of
DNA for mating.  Material things!  I don't LOVE
Darrell and Martin no matter how often I have them
fuck me and how hard and how loudly they make me come.
 If I didn't love Sidney, would I allow him to suck my
lovers' thick rich sperm from my pussy?  And how many
wives will happily let their husbands come in their
hands or in their mouth and sip up his watery jizz, I
ask you?  How can Sydney do this to me?  It's so
unfair!

Sorry, Mom, I'm sort of getting ahead of myself; you
don't know what I'm talking about.  Everything seemed
so perfect until a few weeks ago.  I was a sexy,
knocked up white wife with two big black lovers to
keep me well fucked and a sweet, rich, docile husband
who adored me.  What more could a woman want?  The
first cloud on the horizon was Darrell telling me one
day that Toyan and Monique, his and Martin's older
sisters were coming to town for a visit.  That seemed
odd that both sisters would be arriving to visit at
the same time.

That mystery was cleared up when Martin explained how,
just as he and Darrel had grown up together in the
'hood, Toyan and Monique had been best friends since
grade school and were practically inseparable.  I
sensed in Martin's explanation, however, a tension
that Darrell partly cleared up.  Toyan and Monique
were several years older than Martin and Darrell, near
Sidney's age, and the two of them had more or less
reared their little brothers as their mothers were
both occupied having a slew of still younger brothers
and sisters that their mothers' parade of boyfriends
left behind as souvenirs.  The friends made sure their
little brothers turned out right.  The way he told it
let me know that both men still knew who was boss.

Darrell was as nervous as Martin was about his older
sister's visit, as if he'd been caught doing something
naughty or had something to be ashamed of.  I couldn't
understand that, since both men were professionals
with good incomes who had every reason to be proud of
their accomplishments.  My belly ought to be one of
them!

As soon as their sisters arrived in town, Darrell and
Martin just vanished.  Darrell called briefly once to
say they were busy, not to expect them to come over to
fuck me, and NOT to call him or Martin.  I got the
clear impression they were trying to keep their
sisters from finding out they had a pregnant white
slut that they were keeping fucked silly. Well, I
didn't care what they told their sisters and I could
go without for a day or two, but when the visit
dragged on to three or four, I was climbing the walls.
 I was seriously pregnant, Mom, and my pussy needed
lot of pounding.  Your vibrator was keeping me sane,
but not happy.  As they say, desperate times,
desperate means; I decided to let Sydney eat me even
without being full of come.

Wow!  It was great, Mom.  Have you ever tired that
with Dad?  Well maybe you've never NOT been full of
come.  <giggle>  Anyway, all this time I thought it
was knowing Sydney was lapping up my lovers' semen or
getting me ready for some that got me off, when it was
just his skilled tongue.  In fact it was even better
than when he was playing clean-up or warm-up, since,
seeing I was doing this out of real need, Sydney put
his heart and soul into pleasing me.  He made me come
and come until I didn't know what I was doing.  Then
he was beside me, his fingers in me, keeping me at a
low boil, telling me how much he loved me, how
beautiful he thought I was, how cute and delicious my
pussy was, how sexy I was with my by now pretty big
belly, and how much he wanted to fuck me.

That's what he said, he wanted to FUCK me!  And before
I could stop him, he was getting into position.  I
knew it wasn't right to cheat on Martin and Darrell
this way, but I was so astonished by Sydney's actions
and so damned horny from being eaten and going four
days without a cock in me and no prospects of one, I
let him in.

Then I got a second surprise: I felt him.  I thought I
had been permanently ruined by Martin's and Darrell's
monsters, but I was nice and tight around Sydney's
little seven-inch penis.  I guess being stretched out
of shape had been a silly idea; it's my pussy muscles
that keep my cunny tight, not rubber bands.  Of course
Sydney didn't give me that incomparable "Thanksgiving
turkey" sensation, but it was nice.  And Sydney had
apparently learned some things from watching Martin
and Darrell fuck me all those times.  He took his
time, thrusting deliberately, maintaining contact with
my clit.  And he did something else that Darrell and
Martin never did.  All the time he fucked me he was
telling me he loved me, he adored me, he was so happy
I was his wife.

The combination of Sydney's improved cocksmanship and
his words sent me into orbit.  I started coming and
coming, far better than from a vibrator, better even
than from Sydney's tongue.  I was bawling even as my
orgasms were popping like a string of firecrackers. 
Dimly I realized why.  Sydney was making love to me. 
When I'd let him when we were first married, I was
just not responsive.  Martin and Darrel had unleashed
my libido and now I was in heaven as my loving husband
was doing what loving husbands do best: loving their
wives.

We did sleep in each others arms like happy little
snakes and, although Sydney did not fuck me three or
four more times that night as Darrell or Martin would
have, he did wake me up with a mind blowing pussy
licking and when he told me (not asked!) to turn over,
he was going to give me a doggy fuck, you'd better
believe your daughter's ass was in the air in nothing
flat.  He didn't "pound" me, just got up a nice steady
rhythm, playing with my tits and whispering how lovely
and desirable I was until I was bawling and coming all
over again.

Who knows what might have happened, Mom, if Darrell
hadn't called that very day to say Toyan and Monique
wanted him and Martin wanted to bring them over for
dinner that night.  That sounded a little ominous,
like our little secret was out of the bag.  In light
of what had just happened between Sydney and me, I was
a little reluctant.  I was actually looking forward to
just a quick dinner and making love to my husband
again.  Darrell didn't sound too happy about the
arrangement, either, but he was insistent.

If I'd only turned him down, Mon, only told him I was
through with him and Martin and just wanted to be a
hot but faithful wife for Sydney from then on, things
would have been so different.  But I didn't.  I still
wanted the raw, passionate, animalistic FUCKING from
those two back studs to go along with the sweet
lovemaking I had just discovered.

Sydney was angry about the dinner.  I think he
believed after last night, things were going to be
different, but he was used to letting me have my way. 
I had the house help prepare a rather fancy meal and
we dressed up.  Sydney was quite handsome in his
expensive suit and he couldn't go on enough about how
beautiful and sexy I was in the lime green cocktail
dress, deliciously poked out by my bulging tummy, and
matching spaghetti strap 5-inch heels.

My lovers brought Toyan and Monique around right on
time.  Sydney and I were both astonished.  These were
beautiful women!  Both were almost as tall as their
brothers and I wasn't the only one in 5-inch heels. 
They towered over both Sydney and me.  I felt puny
compared to these black goddesses.  Monique was slim
but her bust dwarfed my own and she moved with a
sinuous sexiness in a long clinging pink gown slit
almost up to her slit.  Toyan was not quite so tall,
but marvelously endowed in every other way -- enormous
breasts, ample hips, an eye-popping ass, well
displayed in a tight red mini-skirt, but a waist not
much bigger than mine was before Darrel put the baby
in me.  Sydney just stared and he never stares at
women, at least when I'm around.

Dinner was pleasant but the conversation was
superficial and I sensed the sisters' scorn for me. 
Monique was a doctor and a bit reserved; Toyan was a
garrulous lawyer.  Both found lots to talk about with
Sydney -- literature, politics, history.  I couldn't
follow most of it and Darrell and Martin didn't say
much, still looking quite uncomfortable.  Sydney, who
was sitting between Monique and Toyan, lapped up the
attention of these two gorgeous, intelligent women
and, I'd swear, was almost flirting with them.  In
turn, it was obvious they thought my Sydney was cute
as a bug and were practically fawning over him,
keeping their eye-popping busts never far from my
husband's grinning face.  I felt a twinge of jealousy,
strange coming from a married woman sitting between
her two lovers and heavily pregnant with the baby of
one of them.

When dinner was over and we had retired to the sitting
room, the mood of the evening turned suddenly somber. 
"Our brothers know what this is all about Mrs.
Parkingham.  It's time you did too, Toyan pronounced.

"Sydney, come sit with us sweetie," Monique smiled
patting a space between the two women on the couch
facing Darrell, Martin, and me.

Sydney looked uncomfortable, but he was used to taking
orders and complied.  I looked from Martin to Darrell
for support, but they could offer none.  Suddenly, I
knew I was on trial with Toyan as the prosecuting
attorney.  She fixed me with her eye.

"Is it true, Mrs. Parkingham that for the last year
almost, you have been carrying on an affaire with
these two ... men?"  Darrell and Martin cringed the
way she said "men."  I felt quite afraid.

"I, er, ... well, I wouldn't say it was ..."

"And just what WOULD you say it was, Mrs. Parkingham? 
You were letting them fuck your little brains out,
weren't you?"

"Well, yes, but ... it wasn't CHEATING!  I let Sydney
know what I was doing almost from the beginning.  He
even got to watch most of the time."  I must say, Mom,
it didn't sound like a very good defense even to me
and pleading that I let him eat me afterward wouldn't
have helped, either.

"How could you DO that to this adorable man?" Monique
asked pressing herself a little more tightly against
Sydney.  "Did humiliating him make it BETTER?"

I knew I was just getting in deeper, but I persisted,
"I didn't mean to hurt him.  I just wanted him around.
 He's my husband, after all."

"And he was "around" when this womanizing reprobate,"
Toyan glared especially hard at her brother, "made you
pregnant?"

I just nodded.

Monique stroked Sydney's cheek.  "My poor sweetheart!"

Toyan steamrollered ahead.  "You made your husband,
who loved you dearly, watch while another man
impregnated you?  And as your belly has grown, has a
day as gone by that you have not flaunted that you are
carrying another man's child?  I guess I have to agree
with you, Mrs. Parkingham."  She paused, as if summing
up for the jury, "What you did with your two 'lovers,'
-- two 'fuckers' is a better word -- is far too cruel,
too tawdry, too cheep, too disgusting to be called and
'affaire.'"

"You really are a fool, a stupid, slutty fool,"
Monique interjected.  "Didn't you realize what a
treasure you had here -- a rich, intelligent,
considerate man who loved you totally?  You gave that
all up for what?"  Monique now had her arm around
Sydney and had been nuzzling his ear like a mother
lioness one of her cubs.

"But I didn't give ..."

"That's right," snapped Toyan.  "You didn't give your
husband anything!  He didn't get the nasty passionate
sex every husband wants and deserves.  You never
dressed like a slut for HIM, never gave him head,
never gave your body wholly to him, to please as he
wished.  To you, a few more inches, a little more
girth on a cock, was more important than love,
devotion, security.  You really are a silly cunt!"

I could have told her I HAD recently started sucking
Sydney off, but that was pretty weak.  I wanted to
shrivel up and die, Mom.

"You don't deserve a wonderful man like this," Monique
sighed.  Her hand was in Sydney's crotch.

"A man like Sydney deserves a woman that will keep a
smile fucked permanently on his face," Toyan grinned."

"Or two women." Monique added with a smirk. "And we're
going to make sure that's what he gets."

"You can't do that!" I protested.  "Sydney is my
husband and just last night he made love to me
wonderfully."  Sydney nodded in confirmation, though
clearly distracted by Monique's breasts just inches
from his lips and her hand between his legs.

"I'm sooo happy for you, my dear," La Toys replied,
her voice dripping sarcasm.  "You can remember just
what you'll be missing.  My brother and his worthless
friend can have you.  You AND your bastard child."

"This precious little meat pie is ours," Monique
almost cooed as she kissed my embarrassed husband
passionately.

"Mrpftg," Sidney was trying to speak but not too
successfully, as Monique's tongue was apparently
playing footsie with his tonsils. 

"Leave my man ALONE," I demanded.

"He AIN'T yo man no mo!" Toyan spat, the veneer of
cultivation falling away as she prepared for a
catfight over Sydney.

"Mrggh, ... 's right," Sydney managed to get out.  "I
love Chloe and ...Nfphrg."

"Hush yo mouth, honey," Toyan ordered as Monique
silenced Sydney again with another searing kiss.  "Yo'
n't know what luv is 'till you's had two black women
in yo bed!"  Toyan growled, beginning to unbuckle
Sydney's pants.

"Get the little white bitch outta here," Toyan
addressed the men on either side of me.  "Fuck 'er or
suck 'er, or whatever will keep her out of our hair. 
WE'S got some serious man-pleasin' to do."



Ignoring my protests, Martin and Darrell hustled me
out of my house.  My last glimpse of Sydney was of
Monique, her breast bared, placing an enormous nipple
between his lips as Toyan who had stripped down to
just her panties was taking his penis in her mouth. 
Later in bed, my body reacted as usual to those
massive cocks, one in my pussy and one in my ass.  I
screamed as loudly as always when my orgasm hit, but I
was still worrying about Sydney, drowning between
those two voluptuous black bodies like a bee in dark
honey.

I didn't see Sydney all weekend and when I did, the
dreamy look in eyes of the Toyan and Monique gazing
down at their man and the proud smile on Sydney's face
told me I'd lost him.


What am I going to do, Mom?




Chloe


========================

Dear Mom,

Well, the eighteen months were up today and the
divorce became final without my consent. Martin won't
be getting me pregnant as he and Darrell agreed, as
he's knocked up hot little stockbroker and she moved
him with her.  Darrell says he will marry me and give
our baby his name -- I think Toyan is on his neck --
but he hasn't said when.  Tiffany is brown and
beautiful and when she's nursing at my still swollen
breasts, it's hard to regret the way things worked
out.

Still, I can't help thinking of what might have been. 
Darrell fucks me good when it happens and that's nice,
but running a house for him is not so much fun without
servants to do the work.  Often I'm just too tired to
fuck and that makes him mad.  Also, Darrell says we
can barely afford one baby, much less another one
anytime soon, so I've had to go on the pill.  That's
really knocked my desire for sex or maybe it's just
knowing I can't get pregnant takes a lot of fun out of
it.  My plans for a big family look doubtful.

I still see Sydney every once in a while, mainly on
TV.  He left his make-work accounting firm job and
took active control of his money.  He seems so much
more handsome now, taller, more masculine.  Whether
he's with Toyan, who is Chief Counsel for Parkingham
Industries, or with Monique, who is head of Gynecology
and Obstetrics at the Parkingham Foundation Hospital,
he looks like a trophy-laden emperor returning from a
successful campaign.  They live with him in what used
to be OUR house, Mom. I think he's marrying Monique. 
Toyan had a big little boy almost exactly nine months
from the night they took him away from me and Monique
gave him twin girls a few weeks later.  Both are
gloriously pregnant again with his babies.

I wish I were, Mom.

Love,

Chloe

The End

Comments please to:
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com


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