Interracial Sex : My young black cock

Every morning I walked my daughter to school through the park, and
every morning he sat there, on the same bench, unless it was
raining.

He was large, frightening, and black. A young man, a boy really. I
suppose he was only 17 or 18 years old.

“Look-ing good, baby.” He would say, as we passed. Or;

“Foxy, mama.”

At first, I would feel threatened. Later on, I came to think of it
as harmless, just the sound that type of creature made when my type
of creature walked past.

Usually, he sat alone. Sometimes he would be urgently speaking to
someone else. Then he would ignore me.

Once, I saw him running. He was fast. He ran like a Gazelle,
lightly, effortlessly. The two huffing policemen pursuing him had
no chance.

Then one morning, Sarah and I were early. I stopped to talk to
another woman who was walking her dog. Sara wondered into the
adjacent playground.

Then she was gone. I was annoyed, Sarah knows that she should not
wonder far from me. I called her name and looked around for her.
Then I saw her doll lying in the mud. Adrenaline rushed through my
body, panic began to rise. I cursed my fashionable high-heeled
boots, I should be wearing sensible running shoes like the black
boy.

He was there, sitting on his bench some distance away. I ran up to
him;

“Help me, please help me! My daughter is gone!”

“Whoa, mama! Chill out, I’m sure she’s here somewhere.”

“No, no!” I nearly couldn’t speak, I was filled with panic. I shook
the muddy doll at him.

He took one look at it, and I saw something click on his face. He
understood. He leapt to his feet, his nostrils flaring, fire in his
young eyes.

“The creep, I saw some creep around here this morning. I never seen
him here before! You go that way,”

He pointed back towards my house, “I’ll cover this way.” And he
waved his long arm, indicating the rest of the small park.

“A policeman,” I gasped, “we should find a policeman.”

“The cop left five minutes ago, and he won’t be back for ten more.
Now go!”

Of course the boy knew the precise movements of the policeman.

And he ran, ran like the wind. I clomped off in my direction,
cursing the fashion clothes and boots that my own vanity and office
convention had caused me to be wearing.

My panic rose as I found nothing. I headed back towards where the
black boy had gone.

I had to stop and breath, and then I heard them.

“You can go now sir, but I’ll need you to come down to the station
later to sign a statement.”

“Yes, thank you officer.”

Then I heard Sarah start to scream. I ran around the corner; a
large white man, fortyish, holding my daughter by her wrist. Sara
struggling and screaming. Two policemen, one talking to the creep
while writing in his little book, the other with his foot in the
middle of the back of the black boy, who was face down on the
ground, handcuffed.

My panic turned rapidly to rage. The creep didn’t see me stomping
towards them. I noted that he had blood all over his shirt, it was
still coming from his nose.

“Arrest him!” I screamed at the officer, pointing to the creep.

The creep saw me, released my daughter, and ran. The policeman
looked at me in confusion.

“Stop that man! He tried to take my little girl!”

The policeman with the book gave chase. The other held his
position.

“Let that boy go!” I demanded.

“Forget it lady,” he replied, “we finally got young Leroy here with
the goods.” He held up two little plastic bags, each with some green
material inside.

The creep was getting away. The cop was too slow.

“My husband is judge Zheng. If you don’t let that boy go right now,
and catch that creep, I’ll see to it that you regret it.”

I’m a small woman; I barely came up to his nose, even in the boots.
But at that moment, I could have torn that stupid policeman limb
from limb.

He looked doubtful for a moment, and then he produced the keys to
the cuffs.

“Give me those!” I snatched them from his grasp, “Get him!” I
screeched, pointing at that now barely visible creep, nearing the
other end of the park.

I paid no more attention to the officer, I released my young hero.
He said nothing, but as soon as his hands were released, he took off
at a tangent, heading towards another exit.

I had done what I could about the creep. I took my daughter into my
arms, and just held her.

The officers were too slow; the boy, Leroy, caught the creep again.

“Are you really judge Zheng’s wife?” He asked me, later.

“Yes, I am. How do you know my husband?”

“He gave me time, once.” Said Leroy.

I had trouble sleeping; I was having nightmares. Sara would be
missing, I couldn’t find her. I’d wake up in sweat.

Or sometimes, Leroy would return her to me, smiling broadly.

 

“Don’t fret, Mrs. Zheng!” He would state to me.

Then the dreams changed; I was making love with Leroy, he was
holding me, we were kissing. I got up feeling disturbed.

About a week after the attack, I resumed my schedule, and again took
Sara through the park. It was difficult for both of us.

Leroy was on his bench.

” Morning, ma’am.” He said.

” Good early morning, Leroy.” I replied.

” Sarah, aren’t you going to state hello to Leroy?”

” Hello, Leroy.” Sara piped, concealing behind my leg bashfully.

I usually went to my workplace after dropping off Sara at school. But
I didn’t want to start work again yet, therefore I headed home via the
park. Via Leroy.

He was alone; there was rarely anyone in the park at this hour.

” Hi, Leroy.”

” Hello, Mrs. Zheng.”

” Call me Mei”

” What he sort of name is that? Chinese?”

” Yes. My husband was born here in America, but I was born in Hong
Kong. I came here when I was 18.”

” What can I do for you Mrs.,. Mei?”

I rested on the other end of the bench.

” I wish to know exactly what I can do for you, Leroy. You saved my
child, you conserved me. I want to do something for you.”

He took a look at me seriously; “You don’t owe me nothing, ma’am. I did
what any guy ought to do I’m proud of what I did, and if I never do.
anything great again in my life, I understand I can constantly take pride in
that.”

This basic boy from the street had actually humbled me. I was filled with
understanding of him.

I took his large hand in mine, and looked into his good-looking young
black face. I felt tears come to my eyes.

” Aw shit, Mei, you going to begin sobbing on me?”

” I’m sorry, Leroy. I don’t mean to embarrass you.”

” That’s fine Mei. You been through a lot.”

He moved over, and put his strong arm around my thin shoulders. I.
put my head versus his shoulder, and cried. Not for long, simply a.
little.

I stood up suddenly, feeling self-conscious.

” Would you join me for lunch, Leroy?”.

He thought twice; then said, “I ‘d be pleased to, Mei.”.

” I’m in No. 35.” I said, indicating the row of homes at the top.
of the park.

” What time?”.

” Noon?”.

” Okay.”.

I fidgeted. What if somebody saw him be available in? They could get the.
wrong idea. However, I expected anyone would probably believe he.
was coming to do some work for me.

I was flustered; I didn’t truly understand why I had actually invited Leroy into.
my house, I simply wanted to be great. After all, he was the hero. My.
hero. The one who conserved me, saved Sarah.

I repaired lunch.

He informed me of himself while we ate. He sold minor amounts of.
marijuana in the park in the morning. The park was controlled by some.
hazardous characters in the afternoon. Leroy was careful not to obtain.
in their way.

He had a part-time job in the afternoons. He dealt with his mom.
and two more youthful sisters.

When we had ended up, he stood and took the meals to the kitchen.
before I could stop him. I turned up behind him as he turned, and we.
found ourselves nose to nose for an instant. As I looked up into.
his eyes I unexpectedly melted, I understood that I wanted him. I could.
odor him, his young animal scent, I might feel the heat from his.
body, his aura.

I couldn’t move. I didn’t wish to move. I knew I need to move. He.
was caught against the sink.

Slowly, deliberately, he put his arms around me. He pulled me the.
short range to himself. He held me in his strong arms, and I was.
pleased.

His hand moved up my back, moved through my still thick black hair,.
and held my head. I provided no resistance as he tilted my face.
upwards. I looked into his eyes, his thick dark lips only an inch.
from my own. I wanted his kiss, his essential brave young kiss. I.
desired to feel his power, I desired his power to increase for me, I.
wished to be swept up in it, to give up to it, to be overwhelmed.
by it.

” Mei, Mei.” however he likewise seemed to have nothing to say.

I believed I had melted, however when our lips fulfilled I melted once again. My.
body melted into his, my tiny soft body into his large hard one.
His huge hands moved up and down my back, to my neck, to my thin.
butts. My small hands moved over his large body, the muscles of.
his shoulders, his arms. His perfect round behind.

I might feel his penis burning difficult and hot through his fleece.
training pants, burning like a curling iron against me.

We kissed for an eternity. We were afraid to break the spell,.
scared to move from the outrageous position, standing in the.
kitchen.

I pulled back the elastic of his pants, and reached within. He.
was big, I knew that, I had felt that already. But when I felt.
him with my hand, I became afraid. He was too big, it would not be.
possible for him to enter me, to do to me exactly what I now wanted him to.
do so terribly.

He moaned my touch, and I felt him unzipping my gown.

Although I made sure sexual intercourse would be impossible, we could not.
stop. They were still things we could do.

He raised me like a doll, and brought me effortlessly up the stairs,.
to the bed room. He removed his clothes, exposing his best.
body, his tapered upper body, his long powerful legs, his flat black.
stomach, his terrific frightening log of a penis.

He sat on the bed, and I covered both my hands around the organ,.
delighting in the feel of its power and sensation a lot remorse that my.
body was inadequate to accommodate it.

” I’m so sorry Leroy, you understand there’s no other way. You’re just too.
huge.”.

” It’s alright, Mei.” He said, silently, as I lowered my mouth over his.
manhood. “You don’t need to if you do not want to. However we can do it,.
I assure we can do it.”.

It was fantastic, if frighteningly black, and frighteningly large.
I had heard of things like this, however I had never believed the.
stories. How could such guys reproduce? What female might take such.
a penis into her vagina?

He pushed me on to my back, and decreased his head between my legs.
The feel of his tongue against my clitoris was scrumptious, fantastic.

I had actually never cheated on my partner prior to, and I was amazed at how.
naturally it came to me. And how hard I came versus Leroy’s young.
tongue.

He was rubbing me, rubbing my clitoris with his penis, his huge.
frightening penis.

” Leroy,” I whispered, “it cannot, it can’t fit in there. I wish it.
could Leroy, but it’s impossible.”.

” Relax Mei,” he stated to me gently, reassuringly. “You simply relax and.
we’ll see. You just tell me if you desire me to stop, do you desire to.
stop, Mei?”.

I didn’t. I didn’t want him to stop ever. I desired to feel his.
powerful black organ moving up-and-down versus me. I wished to.
have an orgasm simply from the touch of it against me.

His fingers were sliding and out of me, stretching me, preparing me.

I surrendered to him, I spread my short legs wide, and waited.

 

Slowly, very carefully, he worked the blunt end of his wonderful

tool into me.  There was pain, and pleasure.  I was surprised that I

was enjoying both.

 

Slowly he worked deeper, deeper.  I was very afraid, I didn’t know

if I could survive this.

 

Finally, he was in all the way, our pubic hairs mashing together.

We stayed like that, static for a minute.  I didn’t know it was

possible to be so filled.  I thought if he moved, he might kill me.

 

But he did move, and it was good.  I became accustomed to it, to

this stretched feeling, this filled feeling.

 

I relaxed, as he was urging me to do, and I felt the orgasm coming.

 

It crashed into me like waves into rocks during a storm, causing

shudders to run through my frame with its power.

 

Then I felt the pulsing of his cock, the powerful hot stream as he

came deep inside me.

 

I had to see him again, I knew it.

 

But it was dangerous, difficult.  We both knew we had to be very

careful.  We met in a hotel;

 

I had my hair done, I wore it down, in thick waves.  I had spent a

lot of time on my makeup, I wore a blue silk dress that emphasized

what assets I still possessed at 38 years old.

 

I have a small, lean body.  My legs are too short, my tits too

small.  But my hair and skin are still healthy and youthful, I have

a nice small ass.  My stomach is once again flat, and stretch marks

from my pregnancy are not prominent.

 

My lover was young and handsome.  It was very flattering to me, but

I had to do all I could to make myself attractive to him as an older

woman.

 

I massaged him, worshiped his young body.  Worshiped his wonderful

sex organ with my hands and my mouth.

 

When he entered my body with it the second time, it was easier.

 

I had never known sex like this.  I had made love only once or twice

before I met my husband and we were married.  My husband is a good

man, and I love him.  I thought sex with him was good before I knew

Leroy.  But now I realize it was always tepid, inadequate.  My

husband’s penis is very small, but I don’t think that is why sex

between us was never as amazing as between Leroy and myself.

 

My husband is intelligent, sophisticated, successful.  Leroy is

vital, powerful, strong, and so young.

 

He was infatuated with me, I don’t know why.  Perhaps his mother

didn’t love him enough, I don’t know.  All I know is that I couldn’t

resist him, couldn’t get enough of his young body, his enthusiasm

for life.  And sex.

 

I rented a small apartment where we could meet.  Leroy had a few

free hours between his dealing in the park and his afternoon job.  I

started taking two-hour lunch breaks.  I had to work late to make up

for it.

 

I loved to buy sexy outfits to wear for Leroy’s pleasure.  All kinds

different things, a tight leather skirt.  A skimpy leather vest.

Various negligees.  Garters, stockings, and high heels.  Expensive

designer dresses, cheap things that young girls would wear.

 

I didn’t want him to get bored with me, I never forgot that I was

twice his age.  I had to give him more than a young girl could give

him, and in only one or two hours a day.

 

Sometimes we would steal some extra time, and drive out of town.

 

We went to dance clubs.  I was afraid I would be recognized, but as

Leroy pointed out, even if I was seen by someone I knew, they would

be unlikely to recognize me in such a context, the way I was

dressed.

 

When we went out together, I loved to dress up like a young tart.

Wearing six inch heels, the top of my head was level with Leroy’s

nose.  I’d put on a lot of makeup, and a studded black leather

collar on my neck, wear a lot of costume jewelry, and show some

skin.

 

Leroy flattered me, showing me off to his young friends.  I was

pleased that they were of all races.  They were a happy bunch, they

gave me hope for the future.

 

I had always been a rather conservative woman, and I was amazed at

myself by what I got up to.  Leroy loved to take me out, and he

loved to me to be looking desirable.  I felt completely safe with

him, after all, was he not my hero?  It made me feel young myself,

wearing a semitransparent blouse, my small breasts visible if anyone

cared to look.  And often enough, they did.

 

I realized that I had never had an adolescence.  I had worked hard

to get top grades in school before leaving Hong Kong, and then I had

worked equally hard in University here in America.  I started

working immediately when I graduated, and I had married very young.

 

My husband was 10 years older than myself, and very stable. “Stable”

meant “good” where I was brought up.  Here in America, it meant

“boring”.

 

Leon and his friends liked to smoke marijuana, and I never did

that.  I was surprised that my abstinence didn’t bother them.  They

were great fun when they were all stoned, and we always had lots of

laughs.  I became one of the gang, and we all went out to movies or

clubs together sometimes.

 

It was not very difficult at home, as my husband was obsessed by his

work, and was often out late himself.  We had had separate bedrooms

for a couple of years already, anyway.

 

On several occasions, the young girls from Leroy’s circle of friends

asked me to advise them on this or that.  Affairs of the heart,

mostly.  It was wonderful, the way the young people accepted me,

made me part of their world.  I had never felt so appreciated.

 

I was so happy when Leroy finally relented to my wishes, and gave up

his dangerous morning occupation.  He took a full-time job, but that

meant our afternoon rendezvouses came to an end.

 

My double life started to become difficult, being a mother, having a

full-time job, a home. And my other home, my secret lover, and all

the socializing I did with him.

 

Leroy’s capacity for love seemed to be boundless.  I loved to cuddle

with him on the couch, both of us naked, while he studied the books

from the night course he was taking.

 

He would simply pass one of his large dark hands over my small pale

body, and the stresses of my life would leave me, a feeling of

euphoria filling my being.

 

I loved to play with his penis, I was no longer frightened of it.  I

loved to keep it hard for an hour at a time.  I would crouch down

and suck on it for a minute or two, then let Leroy study some more.

When it was late, or when he completed a chapter, he ‘d put his books
down to dedicate his complete attentions to me. I was like a toy in his
arms, he would raise me onto his lap, his great penis caught between
our stubborn bellies as our mouths fulfilled.

The sensation of Leon’s cock entering me remained the peak of
physical satisfaction, however the long and slow love sessions that preceded
the fucking was what made it so special.

After I was accustomed to his size, he had the ability to screw me difficult. I.
can’t describe how wonderful it was for me, the orgasms obviously,.
however likewise simply the feeling of being enjoyed by someone so extremely.
Someone for whom like was No. 1 in his life, all other professions.
secondary.

Obviously, I knew it could not last forever. I was amazed it.
lasted as long as it did, practically two years. By that time, I was 40.
years old, and Leroy was 20. Gray was beginning to appear in my black.
hair, I had lived too long without adequate sleep. Perhaps that’s why.
Leroy found himself a younger fan.

I understood the woman, I even liked her. She had actually confided in me once,.
about an earlier relationship. She was young, Leroy’s age,.
gorgeous and black.

Leroy didn’t inform me at initially, however I discovered little things of.
Yvette’s around his apartment, the apartment I was paying for.

Still, I was so addicted to his love that I wanted to share him.
with the girl. However it was not to be. I believe Leroy is one of.
those really uncommon individuals; a monogamous male.

I talked with Yvette about it. She had a lot of regard for me, and.
felt guilty about screwing Leroy.

” Then why, Yvette?”.

” I came over to search for you one evening, however you weren’t there.
Leroy made me a cup of tea, he was so nice. We talked till late,.
then I have no idea how it happened, we remained in each other’s arms.
We understood it was wrong, but it resembled we were unable to stop.”.

She began to sob.

” There, there, Yvette.” I held my young rival to me as she cried. I.
knew I needed to pull away and let the youths make their life.

” You’re so good Mei. You ought to dislike me, I’m taking your man. How.
can you be so excellent?”.

” I’m not so good, Yvette. Don’t forget that I married, and not to.
Leroy.”.

the creep was founded guilty of kidnapping Sarah, and of 2 counts of.
earlier rape against children. he will never ever be launched.

Now that our affair is over, I’m able to see Leroy freely. He and.
Yvette come for dinner sometimes at my house. I like Leroy, I want.
exactly what’s best for him, and exactly what’s best for him is Yvette in the long.
run.

My other half is surprised at the unexpected upsurge in our sex life. It’s.
good to like him once again. However I need to admit; I do miss out on Leroy’s love,.
and his young effective body.

Fully grown, toy boy.
my child’s white sweetheart.

I’ve always had great relationship with my child; she’s my.
confidant and my friend. She always was, since she could talk.

My partner passed away unfortunately numerous years back. This brought Sally.
and I even closer together, and I thanked God for the strength we.
provided each other.

Sally was just 14 when her daddy passed away, so I was alone to guide her.
through her adolescence.

Sally is stunning and personalized, and has actually constantly been a popular.
girl. It could have been challenging for her as colored lady growing.
up in a primarily white middle-class neighborhood like ours, but thanks.
to her character and great looks, she’s never had a problem finding.
good friends.

She was my confidant and friend; we discussed love and sex.
more as buddies than as mom and child. Sally lost her.
virginity at 16, and squandered no time informing me about it. Obviously,.
as her mother, I could not help but be disturbed. But as her friend, I.
could just enjoy for her. She was favorably radiant with the.
enjoyment and satisfaction of it. I was really pleased that her first.
experience had actually been so favorable, Lord understands mine wasn’t.

A year later she was still seeing the boy. His name was Kenny.

And I was alone, not having had a male since prior to my other half had.
fallen ill.

” Mom, isn’t really time you discovered a boyfriend?”.

” Boyfriend”. What kind term. I had actually just turned 40 years of ages. I.
may discover a fan, however it was unlikely to be someone who might be.
described as a “boy”.

” I really do not feel ready yet for a new relationship, Sally.” I.
told her.

” Okay, but at least you might find a lover. You’re great looking.
woman, mommy. I wager there’s great deals of men who would be interested in.
you.”.

She was right. By great fortune, I’ve kept my great looks. It really.
is just luck. I’m mindful to eat healthily, but I’ve never ever been into.
any kind of exercise or sport journey. Nevertheless, I still have a.
fine, trim figure, and a smooth, even skin. There is no gray.
yet in my hair, and it’s still thick, black, and glossy. All right,.
so I go to the charm parlor once a week, but the color is natural.

” And I wouldn’t mind, Sally. But I just do not wish to commit the.
time that it would take. There are few guys down at the.
office who’ve been plaguing me for a date, but I’m not actually.
thinking about either of them.”.

” Come on, out with it, mother. Exactly what are they like?”.

” In their 50s.”.

” Okay. Never ever mind them. There should be other people providing you the.
appearance.”.

” Well, yes, there are sometimes. However the entire dating thing actually.
turns me off. I have not dated for 20 years, I don’t remember how.”.

” I do not think there’s anything to understand, mama. The man asks you out,.
you state ‘yes’, and he takes you to a film and buys you dinner. If.
the supper was excellent, you let him be available in when he brings you house.
If he’s cute, you let him invest the night. And in the morning I’ll.
make you both a great breakfast!”.

We both had a great laugh.

” That’s actually sweet of you, Sally. However I just do not seem like.
getting into it, all the bullshit; ‘What do you do?, What’s your.
sign?, What’s your gross yearly earnings?'”.

When she said to me; “How about a night with Kenny? I bet you
wouldn’t mind that!”, I assumed she was joking.

“Now a nice young hunk like Kenny would go down just fine with me.
You can perform the dating rituals, and then send him to my room for
sex!”

“Oh mom, he’s so sweet! I think you’ll just love him!”

“You’re not serious.”

“Sure! What’s wrong with it? You’re always so good to me, mom.
You buy me things, you cook for me. I’d love to be able to do
something for you for a change.”

“I really don’t think it would be healthy, Sally. Kenny is your
boyfriend, and I do think he’s a sweetie. But I don’t want anything
coming between us, especially not a boy.”

“Shit, mom. It’s not like I’m going to marry him or something.
Actually, I don’t think our relationship is going to last much
longer anyway.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. It’s starting to get old. As you always told me,
these things come and go, especially at my age. So, tell me why you
shouldn’t sleep with Kenny.”

“He’s about 23 years younger than me.”

“So? You’re a beauty, and he’s a hunk. I’m not suggesting you
settle down with the guy, just have some fun. You need it, you
deserve it. You’ve been working too much lately, and you need a
break. Some relaxation.”

If this was Sally at 17 years old, imagine what she was going to be
like by the time she was my age?

“I’m sure Kenny wouldn’t be interested in an old lady like me.”

“Okay, mom. I’ll make a bet with you. If Kenny is “interested”, as
you put it, he spends the night with you. If he’s not, then he
doesn’t!”

“Fine. And how do we discern if he’s interested?”

“Nothing could be easier. I’ll ask him.”

Well, she’d worked me into a corner. Perhaps I allowed myself to be
worked, I don’t know.

Kenny often spent the night at our place, with Sally. I know some
people think that I’m way too liberal, but the fact is that they’re
going to do it. Girls and boys do, no matter what their parents say
or think. I like to know that Sally was safe and home, and if she
was getting laid, let it be in her own bed. Comfortable, safe, and
warm.

I like Kenny; as I said, he’s a sweetie. And as Sally said, he’s a
hunk. He was always so respectful to me;

“Let me get that for you Mrs. Johnson.” Or; “I’ll do the dishes
tonight, Mrs. Johnson. Thanks for the great meal!”

Relationships don’t seem to last very long these days, and I knew it
was incredibly unlikely that my daughter’s relationship should be
any different, but somehow I’d always imagined Kenny as a lovely
son-in-law.

I tried to put it out of my mind, a sexual encounter with young
lovely Kenny. But he came over the next day after school.

“Hi, Mrs. Johnson! Is Sally upstairs?”

Oh he was lovely. Young, fresh, enthusiastic, energetic. As I
looked into his face I couldn’t help but think of taking him into my
arms, kissing his young lips, tasting his young mouth. His clear
blue eyes radiated health.

“Yes, Kenny. Go on up.” I told him.

As I busied myself in the kitchen, I found myself wondering what his
penis was like, if the skin of his trim round but was as white and
smooth as his face.

I called the kids down for dinner after couple of hours.

As we ate, I thought Kenny was looking at me differently. I had the
idea that he was sizing me up whenever I was looking in another
direction. Could Sally have actually asked him? Never, I thought.
How could a girl possibly ask her boyfriend if he was interested in
her mother sexually? Never.

“Mom,” Sally said after dinner, “I’m going to spend the night over
Joanne’s place. I’ve already phoned her, and it’s cool.”

I stared at her. No. She didn’t. She was poker faced. I looked at
Kenny. He was starting to blush.

“I’ll, um, I’ll do the dishes!” And without meeting my eyes, he
gathered up the plates and headed for the kitchen.

“Sally! You didn’t actually ask him?”

She pretended to be busy with something, and wouldn’t meet my eyes
either.

“I sure did, mom. And guess what he said?”

She looked up at me, and the grin on her face was so wide, that I
couldn’t help but laugh. This was so ludicrous, so ridiculous. She
wasn’t serious.

She laughed as well, but she was completely serious.

She was out the door within seconds. She had known me her whole
life, she knew me perfectly. She gave me no opportunity to object.

I’m going to have to admit that if I really hadn’t wanted Kenny, I
would’ve found a way to object. But I didn’t find a way, did I?

I went into the kitchen. Kenny was drying.

“Kenny.”

He turned, and met my eyes with his at last. This was awkward.
Awkward is not a strong enough word for the situation.

He didn’t seem to have anything to say; what could he say to a woman
more than twice his age, whom he was supposed to now seduce?

“Kenny, this is a little strange. I really like you, I think you’re
fine young man. I don’t know what Sally said to you exactly, but,
um, maybe it would be better if you just went home.”

I was trying to judge his emotions; it was difficult. Something
between relief and disappointment. I’d expected him to bolt. But I
had underestimated the young fellow, he stood his ground.

“If that’s what you want, Mrs. Johnson.”

I thought twice. I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Naturally I was
contrasted, my sense of ethical decency was completely encountering my
animal desire. My carnal desire to have him, lie with him … I suddenly understood that I hadn’t responded. That I was merely
looking at him, looking at him with lust in my heart, with fire
in between my legs.

” I’m unsure exactly what I desire, Kenny. What about you? Do you actually
want. want to be with me? Did Sally pressure you in some way?”

” You’re a really gorgeous female, Mrs. Johnson. The concept of costs
the night with you. It thrills me.”

He was blushing beet red, however he kept eye contact with me. What
would I regret more, I thought to myself; taking benefit, or
letting this chance slip by?

He met me halfway throughout the kitchen flooring. Our arms opened, closed
around each other, pull each other close. I was wearing high heels,
I generally did. It made me slightly taller than him. His hands
touched the skin of my back through the thin blouse I was wearing,
his young pink lips discovered mine, reasonable idea deserted me.

” You’re so beautiful, so hot.” He said to me in between kisses,
running one hand carefully, respectively, over my behind, testing the
firmness of my flesh through my skirt.

” Kenny, this is incorrect. We should not.”.

However we wanted to. We both wanted to extremely much. Lastly, I.
surrendered to my base desire. I took his hand in mine, and led him.
up the stairs to my bedroom.

My breasts are still complete, although they do hang some. My ass isn’t.
what it was. I still look excellent, great for a 40-year-old woman.
Kenny’s lover was my seventeen-year-old child. I hesitated of.
his reaction when he would see my old body naked for the very first time.

He removed his pants, and I right away knew that everything was.
well. His cock was stunning, pink, stiff. Totally erect, totally.
erect just looking at me. It made me extremely delighted, that I ‘d.
inspired his young desire. His desire for me was perverse, I knew.
that. But I didn’t care, his lust was genuine, he was genuine. His young.
body was extremely real.

I had actually liked my other half really much, bless his soul. But he had actually had a.
weak sex drive. It had actually taken a lot to delight him, then to keep him.
delighted.

The contrast with young Kenny couldn’t be greater.

Obviously I had daydreamed, even prior to Sally had actually ever brought it.
up, I ‘d thought of Kenny’s young body. He was the only male in.
my vicinity the majority of the time, how could I help it? The fantasies.
had actually been safe. This wasn’t. Or perhaps it was, I was confused.

His hands on my body were scrumptious, his lips delicious. His body.
was so white against mine. I had actually just ever been with a few guys, and.
I had actually never been with a white guy in the past. I observed that I was.
thinking of Kenny as “a guy”.

I put my hand on his penis, it was warm, soft on the outside and.
hard on the inside.

When my husband was alive, I used to shave myself all the way up. I.
was sorry for now that I had not done that for rather a while. I shaved.
my legs regularly, I needed to look good for my task, but my pubes were.
long and curly. Kenny decreased on me regardless, and just the.
wickedness of it was almost sufficient to bring me to climax. But his.
young tongue so enthusiastically working to please me, his clear.
blue eyes gazing up at me, his pale hands roaming over my dark.
body.

I couldn’t stop myself, I clutched his blonde hair and wept as I.
came, came for the first time in years.

I had actually constantly heard that white males were inadequate fans with.
insufficient dicks. I can’t state I’ve taken a huge sample, but.
all I can state women, is provide a try.

He entered me, I lay on my back with my knees up, and he crawled.
between my legs and entered me. Oh, it readied. Great. I had actually.
forgotten how excellent.

” I can’t hold it.” He said in my ear.

” Don’t hold it, Kenny. You can come, come.” I whispered back,.
clutching his stunning round white ass in my hands. I felt the.
spasm relocation through his body, his young muscles contracting,.
relaxing, contracting once again. He clutched me, squeezed my older body.
while he blessed me with his sticky white enhance.

I returned, included him.

We unwinded later on, snuggling together, kissing, caressing.

I slept better than I had for years. I awoke, believing it had all.
been a dream. Then I heard mild snores of my kid fan, sleeping.
in harmony next to me in my bed.

His broad pale back was uncovered. He was on the high school.
football team; he had an outstanding build. I wondered what he would.
be feeling as he woke, finding himself in bed with female more than.
twice his age, his girlfriend’s mother.

I reached over, and gently touched his ivory skin. I ran my fingers.
gently throughout his shoulder blades, down the imprint of his.
spine. He was so beautiful, I wanted to eat him.

I had been stressed that I would feel disgusted with myself. I.
realized now that I wasn’t quite that prudish. I rejoiced, I had.
no regrets. Kenny might return with Sally, they might get married,.
or they could break up, whatever. The sex we had shared, the pleasure he.
had given me. That readied. That was mine.

He was awake. He had not moved, however I understood that he was awake. I.
continued to touch him. I started to massage him, his fantastic.
body pliant in my hands.

I reduced the quilt, discovering his terrific round ivory ass. So.
white under my brown hands, so firm, young and luscious.

I had just implied to be affectionate, however I couldn’t resist the.
appeal of him. I slid my hand under, to his balls. He raised his.
hips. I moved my arm even more, to his stunning young sex. He was.
hard, hard as iron.

He rolled over, and we remained in each other’s arms once again,.
grappling, holding, consuming each other. It filled me with delight.
that he must want me again. Our combined lust was like fire.

He fucked me just and hard, and again we shared our orgasms in.
my once lonesome bed.

We showered together; so sweet, so romantic. Was romance possible.
between a 40-year-old woman and seventeen-year-old boy? After that.
night, anything was possible.

We soaped each other, and then we kissed for a while, our warm soapy.
bodies sliding over each other.

It boggled the mind to me, however he was hard again. I had forgotten.
what boys could do. Or maybe I had never ever even known.

We dried off, and still naked, I led him back to the bed.

Now was the time for variations; now I wanted to show him things,
things I had done with my husband, for my husband, to arouse him.

Kenny of course, didn’t need arousing. But that didn’t mean he
wouldn’t enjoy this.

I sucked his young cock for the first time, I cradled his lovely
balls in my palm.

I pressed my finger against his anus, I pushed it a short way
inside.

I pushed him onto his side, he was passive and compliant. I rimmed
him, licking his pink young hole while I pulled on his penis with my
hand.

I pushed him once more onto his back, and climbed onto his lovely
pole, and pinched his nipples while I rocked back and forth,
bringing myself to the edge.

But this wasn’t for myself, this was for him, my young Adonis.

I took myself from my pleasure, and engulfed him with my mouth once
more.

He moaned with ecstasy, but I pulled away when I felt his orgasm was
approaching, blowing on him gently to cool his fire.

I worked over his young body for at least half an hour, keeping him
always on the edge.

Then I told him, my face an inch from his, our breaths
intermingling; “I’m going to suck you now until you come. I want
you to come in my mouth, I want you to come hard. Will you do that
for me?”

“Yes.” He said, and I kissed him, pushing my tongue deep into his
mouth, our naked bodies knotted together.

It was amazing that it was possible for him to have such a powerful
orgasm, considering how he’d performed in the previous 12 hours. I
swallowed it down joyfully, and we lay together cuddling for a few
minutes before I rose to make breakfast.

Sally came in as we were eating. She looked from one of us to the
other, and started to laugh.

“Well, I don’t have to ask how things went!”

“Is it that obvious?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh.” She replied.

People noticed at work, too.

“Why Alice, you’re looking positively radiant today!” My boss told
me.

“Say, Alice. Have you done something with your hair?” Said one of
my colleagues.

“Alice! Did you meet someone?” asked my secretary.

I didn’t think it likely that Kenny would want to be my lover again,
but I knew now that I did need loving. I was ready to start living
again, even if it meant having to grind through all those dating
rituals that I’d been complaining to Sally about.

But Kenny did want to be my lover; in fact, he started spending
almost every night at our house. Sally and I shared him.

I was amazed, I still am, and how smoothly it went. I would have
expected us to get jealous of each other, but somehow we didn’t.
Perhaps it was the love that Sally and I share. She truly didn’t
resent me enjoying myself with Kenny, and I definitely didn’t resent
her, either.

I suppose everyone will think it’s obscene, mother and daughter
sharing a man. All I can say is it felt right. Well, it felt good
anyway.

Sally won a scholarship to Stanford, and she’s gone off to school
now. Kenny is at a local university, and has moved in with me.

We tell everyone that he’s just renting a room from me. I don’t
know if everyone believes that!

I don’t know what will happen now. I wonder if Sally will meet a new
boy at Stanford, and what will happen when she comes back for the
summer.

What I do know is that I haven’t felt this good for at least 10
years. I know this can’t last, Kenny will have to move on soon.
And I’m a little worried about the way I keep fantasizing of having
his baby.

I’m afraid that perhaps I’m in love, and it must inevitably end in
tragedy.

Meanwhile, I worship him. I feed him, keep him. I buy sexy
negligees, I shave my pussy, I suck his cock for hours, I rim him. I
even sit with him while he watches football on TV. Now that’s love!

And he’s good to me, he never makes me feel old. He still gets
turned on by me, he still screws me silly.

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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