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Black House Guest

09/11/2024

I love to tell about some of the events in my life and this is one of my memorable times.

They say when the cats away, the kitty will play. Well it was true this time anyway. You see my husband of almost twenty years was away on deployment with his military unit and I was managing the house and keeping up with our son who was in his first year in college.

Spring break came and as things were a bit tight on money, I encouraged my son to forego the college tradition of going to the beach somewhere during spring break. He agreed and asked if he could bring a houseguest, his friend BB, home for the vacation. I was happy that he had a friend that he wanted to socialize with, so I agreed.

My son, Tim, had not told me anything about BB so when they arrived, I was surprised that his friend was black. As we were introduced, I could see that BB’s eyes took a good look at my 5 ft 9 inch 140 lb body. He gave me a lingering peck on the cheek. I made nothing of it, just a normal male subconscious look at a lady sizing her up. I think most males do this instinctively.

Later that evening after dinner, we socialized some in the living room and I asked BB about his nickname. He said that his uncle had called him Black Boy as a very young age and later it was changed to BB. He thought nothing of it and actually liked the nick. I looked at this jet-black skin and thought how beautiful and sexy it was. Now I was wondering why I thought that. Maybe it was just a subtle thought from my past.

I remember as a teen in high school, the black guys were always hitting on the white girls and I am sure many got what they were after. I was thinking that I had never been so lucky as I chuckled to myself. Oh well, those days are gone forever. One cannot relive the past.

“What are you guys going to do to pass the week away?” I asked.

“Guess we will get our bathing suits on and spray each other with the water hose and play like we are at the beach,” Tim said as he was joined in laughter with BB.

The next morning, as I sat with my morning coffee reading the paper, BB came into the kitchen and walked up behind me and put his arms around me and gave me a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek, and said, “Good morning Momma. You look hot in that gown.”

I then realized that I had not dressed but was sitting there in my nightgown, and without anything under it. I made some feeble excuse about how I had forgotten that I had a house guest and I stammered as BB chuckled and said, “I like it, you are a very foxy Momma.”

“Oh BB you are just saying that to make me feel good,” as I felt a flutter between my thighs and a tingle in my clit. “What am I thinking? Damn it, I am a happily married woman and besides I am old enough to be his mother and he isn’t interested in an older woman anyway.”

The guys passed the day somehow. That evening Tim had a date but BB passed on the opportunity to go to the movie with Tim and his date. He instead chose to stay home and watch a movie with me. I made some popcorn and we watched the movie and sat on the couch together. BB joked about us being on a date and put his arm around me. I said, “OK, lets play like I am a teen-ager again and you are my date.”

H squeezed me and replied, “It’s OK by me, but if I treat you like my date, you may be asking for more than you bargained for Momma.”

“OK quit calling me Momma. I am Brenda and I am your date,” as I giggled and snuggled up to BB. He didn’t back off a bit and pulled me close and kissed me deeply and passionately. My head was now spinning.

I was now wondering what I was doing with this young black stud that probably was ready to stick his hard black pole into my white married honey pot and shoot his black seed deep inside my white womb.

“Oh shit,” I though. “I am thinking about giving some of my husband’s private stuff to a young black man whom I have just met and is my own son’s college friend. What am I thinking about? I need to stop this now before I go too far, oh I want to feel that young stud pounding me hard…Yes, he can have me if he wants me, yes, yes, yes, I am going to give him some white pussy.”

We were now doing some heavy petting and giggling like a couple of young high school kids on their first date. I was becoming fully aroused as I could feel my juices lubricating my canal getting ready to be bred just as nature has made it. I was now aware that BB was fully aroused. We had long ago forgotten the movie and were concentrating on each other.

I whispered to BB, “Put your hand between my legs and you will know that you have made your date ready to be loved,” as I moved my hand down to his crotch and gently rubbed his hard erect love tool. We were now in a full embrace, kissing deeply and felling each other all over.

I stood and led BB to the master bedroom, and the bed, which had been only used by my husband and me. Now that the old Tomcat was away, the Momma pussycat wanted to play with the handsome and eager young Tomcat. I think that is one of the laws of the jungle, “When the dominant male is not looking, the young males sneak around and breed the females. And of course the females are more than willing to get some young hard cock.”

As for me I was thinking that it was OK to let BB have my husband’s wife as he was not using her at the moment and he would never miss anything, and I would enjoy being this young stud’s plaything.

We had now removed each other’s clothes and were admiring the objects of our sexual desires for the night. What a body BB had! Muscular, young, black, and chest covered with curly hair. I knelt and took his black pole in my hand and the other hand gently held his sperm filled balls. I licked the clear fluid from the slip in his cock, and then my mouth encircled the head as he moaned with pleasure.

I moved my fingers through his kinky black pubic hair. When I realized he was reaching a point that I needed to stop before he shot his load, I laid back onto the bed as he suckled my breast and trailed kissed down to my black curly and thick pubic hair, parting my lips and running his tongue around my clit driving me nearly to climax, He pushed his tongue deep into my canal and slurped my freely flowing juices. I was not begging BB to take me.

As BB moved his black body above mine to claim his white pussycat, I opened my legs to welcome him. He slowly entered as he breathed hard and moaned with pleasure. I pushed up to receive my young stud pulling him to me as I moved up tight with my hands firmly planted on his buttocks. I was now giving my husband’s private honey pot to this young black stud that I had invited to take my husbands place while he was away.

We were moaning, thrusting, squirming, and sweating as we moved to take our pleasures from each other. BB was now nibbling on my ear as he thrust deeper and faster and was telling me how good I was. All I could find to say was “Fuck your Momma! Fuck your Brenda! Come in Momma! I’ve got you baby! I want your fucking black seed in me! Breed me my Young Black Stud! Breed me!

As I felt him start thrusting hard and deep, grunt as he thrust, I knew he was going to blow his load very soon. This sent me into pure sexual bliss and I started thrusting hard and then stiffened as his cock started pumping his seed into my waiting womb His black balls slapped my white ass hard as he made his final thrust and unloaded in me. I briefly shook all over and then collapsed totally exhausted as he lay there on this just fucked white wife with our sweat mixing and rolling down onto the bed sheet. The sheets were now soaked with our commingled sweat and love juices.

Without a word spoken we both knew that we had pleased each other. BB rolled over and we both went to sleep from sheer exhaustion. The next morning, I awoke with the sun shining into the room, and looked over at my lover as he slept. I thought, “What a handsome black stud and I had him last night all to myself. Damn, what a lucky married woman I am!” I looked at his cock as it lay limply knowing that I had made it that way.

I looked at his large black balls and knew that they had emptied their contents into my womb last night. I smiled as I thought of how I could work magic on BB’s black cock and bring it back to full erection and wondered if he had some more black seed to plant… Well maybe tonight I would find out the answer.

I was so pleased and happy as I reflected back on the evening and how our two bodies had taken control of our minds and put us together to please each other just as nature had intended for man and woman to do. I reached down and felt my stretched lips and the black seed that had filled me to overflowing. I felt the matted damp pubic hair coated with BB’s sperm as it oozed out from where it had been pumped during our lovemaking.

I lay there wondering if I would be thinking of BB when my husband came home to reclaim his wife. How could an older married white woman forget being loved by a handsome young black stud? I was thinking how hard, how big, and how black my lover was and how I had eagerly given myself to him. A southern white gal had just been black fucked! Damn it all. It was good.

PART 2

Author Note: I wrote “Black House Guest” and was not intending to write more of the story however my mind has been dwelling on that week and I think you need to hear the rest of the story, so here it is.

BB and I were like two dogs. I was like a bitch in heat and he was following me around like a stud dog. I think it was the third night that we were sleeping together that I awoke late the next morning and noticed that I had left the bedroom door open. As I passed Tim’s room, I noticed that he was already up. “Oh, damn it all,” I thought. “He has seen me and BB so what shall I do?”

I walked into the kitchen and Tim and I exchanged greetings and I poured me a cup of coffee and joined Tim at the breakfast table. I could see by his expression that he had seen us and I was wondering how this would play out.

Tim, with a grin on his face said, “I can’t believe it. BB got the hots for my mom. Now that is hot.”

“Oh, Tim, honey, I don’t know what happened. I… uhhhh… well guess BB got horny last night and came to my bed and I didn’t exactly discourage him. I am sorry. Dad will not be happy if he finds out. Please don’t tell anyone, and certainly not Dad.”

“It’s OK Mom. I think you are hot myself. I have had a few dreams about you”

“Huh? I don’t know what to say. My own son thinking of his mom like that. I know it happens but it is not right. You should not have those thoughts,” I remarked.

“Mom I am sorry but it is true and this was a good time to tell you. I understand your needs… you know… well with Dad gone and all. I know the feeling myself. I guess young guys get horny and take it when they can get it. I suspect women get horny as well. I understand why BB got the hots for you. You are very sexy, Mom.”

“Son, I am showing my age. I surely am not that attractive to young guys like you and BB.”

“You would be surprised, Mom, to find out that a lot of young guys dream of getting it on with an older woman. Young black men think they are not a man until they have made out with a married white woman. I guess BB is really feeling manly now. A lot of guys feel that banging someone’s wife shows how manly they are.”

“Yes I think I have read some article somewhere on that subject. I understand that incest between a Mom and her son is a matter of the son feeling like he is man enough to challenge the dominant male, the Dad, and the woman feels that she needs to know that she is still desirable. Don’t get any ideas. It is Taboo, so don’t get any thoughts along those lines.”

“How can it be more taboo than a White wife getting laid by a young black guy?”

“I don’t know son, but it is wrong somehow,” I continued. Now my thighs were getting little tingles in them and my stomach was having little muscular contractions. I knew the signs. I was getting horny talking to my own son. Oh, I could not believe I was entertaining a fantasy of having sex with my own son.

Actually I had to admit that the thought had crossed my mind as I watched Tim grow into a man and had occasionally gotten a peek at his young cock as he got older and his pubic hair began to grow. I was proud that I had raised a handsome young man and had wondered if he ever had dreams about his Mom.

Tim got up and moved over and planted a big kiss squarely on my lips and as he drew away, I gasped for breath knowing that it was a sexual kiss rather than a friendly one. Tim said, “I wish I had a girl just like you Mom.”

Now, I was thinking of what the meaning of that statement was. Did he want a girl like me his own age or did he want me just like I am and make me his secret girlfriend?

That night I lay in bed with my sexual thoughts and as I felt my private parts I was becoming stimulated with thoughts of being my own son’s secret mistress. How wonderful for a Mom to take care of a son’s sexual needs until he found his own wife. I was trying to think of how being with my own son would be any more taboo than giving myself to BB. No it is not. A son had needs and if he needs his Mom, it is no more wrong than for a Mom to sleep with his friend. If my son needs me, I will be there for him.

It was after midnight. I was in a state of arousal that drove me to get up and go to my son’s room. I looked at him under the sheet as he slept and I slipped my gown off and slid into bed beside him, moving my hand down into his shorts and felt his soft manhood. I moved my lips down and took his cock into my mouth gently sucking and moving my tongue around. I felt it starting to get larger and larger until it was rock hard. I heard my son moan my name, “Oh Mom, I love you.”

I kept playing with his balls and his hard cock as I moved above him and lowered my wet mound over his waiting mouth. He knew what to do, and eagerly slurped my free flowing juices. Tim was now moving his hips up and down pushing his cock deeper. I then turned around and moved my wet pubic area over his young cock and lowered myself onto him taking all he had into me. Our lips met as we kissed and squirmed each matching the others thrust. Tim now had his hands on my buttocks holding me close.

My mind was racing as we fucked like two sex starved teen-agers. My son, for the moment, was taking his Dad’s place showing his Mom that he was now a man ready to breed women. In farm terms, it is like the young bull deciding that he is ready to take over from the old bull and breed all the cows young and old.

I was giving myself to my son freely. He was thrusting deeper and deeper knocking on my womb preparing it to receive his seed. I then moved off of top to let my son take the top position so he could really drill deep and slap his sperm filled balls against my rear end.

I quickly opened my legs wide to receive my son’s man cock. He was soon pounding and breathing rapidly as he blurted out, “Oh Mom! Oh Mom, you feel so good. I’m cummmming.”

I was now at my peak and shook all over having my orgasm as I felt my son shooting his hot seed into my womb. I could feel him throbbing and pumping the last drop as he relaxed and I went limp. We lay there for a few moments, then Tim moved over and we both went to sleep knowing that we both had fulfilled our secret dreams.

I now had two horny young studs in my house to contend with. What a wonderful situation that was. I was not into the threesomes and I didn’t want BB to know anything so Tim and I decided that the next night was reserved for BB then one more night with my son before spring break was over, of course Tim started coming home more often to remind his Mom that he was a horny young man who was taking some of his dad’s private stock. I knew that I was capable of taking care of all my men and give them what they need.

I began to wonder if I was becoming a sex maniac. I now found myself dreaming of what it would be like to have all three sniffing and licking all at the same time, three hard cocks, my husband’s, my son’s and BB’s black one, ready to dump their loads deep inside my waiting white pussy. Yes all three could breed me and I would love it.