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Hello all. This is continuation of part one. All sexual acts of any kind occurred only with people 18 or older. Everyone in the story is assumed to be STD free. Any grammatical, scientific, geographic, historical, or any other pertinent facts that I may have gotten wrong were strictly accidental. Please enjoy, and if you feel like it, please provide feedback and let me know if you'd like to see a part three. Happy reading.
The Dutiful son part 2
Four months after the birth of Spencer the third or "Tre".
"Ummm. Where is it mom? Where is it at?"
"Unngh. Where is what
baby?"
"Where's my cock at mom?"
"It's in my ass baby! Your dick is in momma's ass!"
Sometimes, even when I feel like the world is closing in around me, all it takes to snap me out of that melancholy is being at home in bed and making love to the most beautiful woman on earth. Did I mention that this particular woman is also my birth mother?
In case you don't know me, my name is Spencer Rhodes. The woman whose ass I'm currently pounding into submission belongs to Carolyn Rhodes my 39 year old mother. Today just happens to be my birthday, and instead of a new blazer or a new pair of shoes, I got anal for my special day!
"Happy birthday baby." She said seductively. I wasn't sure how she did it; I mean, I don't have the biggest cock of all time but I'm not small by any stretch of the imagination. Yet whenever we ass fuck like this, she takes the length and girth of me inside of her tight bunghole like it's a Sunday walk in the park.
A far cry from the first time I saw her with a cock in her ass when she shared with me info on her brief but memorable "pornstar" career. Well, to be honest, calling it a "career" is a stretch; she did one interracial magazine shoot in order to earn some extra cash and never saw the costar again.
The second time I witnessed her take a cock in the ass was the day after we had made love for the first time while in Jamaica. I really didn't think that I'd enjoy watching another man fuck my mom after we had declared our love for each other but to be honest it really wasn't that traumatic.
The all nude resort had this white male stud who, for a price and a chance to win 10 grand, a woman could, in front of an audience, go onstage and attempt to take him balls deep in her ass for ten minutes without tapping out or the woman can win if she makes him Cum before time expires. Up until then, the $10,000 price money was safe.
This witch/bitch that was my mother's coworker now mine; this woman of creole descent named Beverly Brooks tried it the night before and lasted an impressive 7 minutes before patting the floor three times. Mom on the other hand, checkmated his punk ass in 4 minutes and 32 seconds.
Right now, I'm currently at 17 minutes and change and still going strong but whose counting?
"I think our son just woke up." Mom said as she pointed to the baby monitor. "You need to hurry up so that I can get him before he realizes that he's in a room by himself."
I'm nothing if not a dutiful son...
I unleashed my birthday fury inside of her ass with contagious results. My cumming and subsequently screaming into mom's ear sent her into orgasmic overdrive. Her entire body trembled as if she had been hit with an electric shock of some kind.
"I cum like a she-bear every time you nut in my ass." She once candidly shared with me.
I held her tightly for a few seconds to allow the shock waves going through her body to cease. I looked over at the monitor and noticed that our son had drifted off back to sleep.
"Jesus where do you store all of this cum when you aren't using it? If I didn't know better, I'd think that it was Peter North butt fucking me just now." She said as cum leaked from her asshole onto the bed.
"Aw mom, you sure know how to flatter me." I said to her as I kissed the back of her neck. "Besides, what do you know about Peter North?" I joked, as I referenced probably the most famous male pornstar on earth.
"Baby...let me tell ya! That was one white man that could have gotten this pussy without being in front of the camera."
"As if you needed the camera in order for you to "swirl"." I said jokingly. "Every man I've ever known you to be with sexually has been white. Jack, Sergio from Jamaica, the guy in the magazine...
Come to think of it, have you ever dated a black man?"
"Why yes I have." She declared. "You."
"I don't count."
"Your father."
"Are you sure that he was black?"
"Yes I am. Your father was indeed a black man."
"Ok."
She pulled my cock, still semi hard from her ass and turned to face me.
"Baby? How come you never ask me about your father?" She asked gently as she rubbed my cheek. There are two sides to my relationship with my mother. On one hand is the passion filled down and dirty fucking side, as it was less than ten minutes ago.
Now, by contrast, was the concerned mother whose first priority was always her son's well being.
It was something to watch her switch from role kocaeli escort (https://pomada.org/) to role with such flawless perfection.
"I never really knew what to ask. You never really talked about him so I just figured that either it was too painful or he was an asshole that you just wanted to forget." I explained as I looked into her eyes and ran my hand through her bushy Afro.
Next I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked as her life sustaining fluid hit the back of my throat.
"Mmmm. But you can't take our baby's milk like that."
"You mean "babies" plural?" I said as I playfully rubbed her slightly swollen belly.
"That's another thing." She said as she placed her hand atop mine. "Do you intend to just keep me pregnant for the next five years straight? Because mama is getting old baby and my body can't handle this stress like it used to."
"No." I assured her. "After our daughter is born I think we can call it a day. But I must admit, I do love going through the motions of getting you pregnant though." I said with a wicked smile.
"You are such a bad boy. It's amazing what a different meaning that statement has now as opposed to when you were little."
"When I was little, you'd tell me that same thing, anytime I disobeyed or disappointed you. It's funny how those are the last things I'd ever want to do today."
"We were talking about your father."
"Ok, so tell me about him."
She took in a copious amount of air before she started to speak. This was one of the reasons why I never pushed the issue about my dad. I felt like it was too much for her.
"Spencer Sr wasn't an asshole or anything like that. In fact, you remind me so much of him. You're handsome just like he was, caring, he was a great lover just like you are."
"TMI mom, TMI." I playfully said to her. "So, what did he do for a living?"
"He raced cars. Illegal street racing, betting for cash or competing in legitimate races for pay. He won a lot of races; probably most of them."
"But he also lost from time to time I'll bet." I said.
"True. There's always a car that's lighter, faster, more powerful..a driver more skilled."
"So when we found out that I was pregnant with you, he decided to make some changes. He applied for the city fire department and was accepted into the academy. I was seven months at the time."
"No happy ending here is it?"
"He was to start the following Monday. He decided to have "one last race" before he parked that damned car, that NOS infused death trap forever.
And about half way through his final race, he did just that." She said as a single tear fell from her eye.
"Mom let's stop. We can pick this up later. I think I hear Tre crying." I said as I grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt and went to go collect my son.
"Hey lil brother what are you fussing about?" I asked as I picked him up. Mom would freak if she ever heard me call him that. Man! Why'd we have to go and make things so complicated?
"Well, he immediately stopped crying the minute I picked him up." I said to her as I brought him back into the bedroom.
"He's hungry. Hand him to me and go make him a bottle."
I dart off to the kitchen to grab some pre-pumped breast milk and I heat it slightly and rush it back into the room.
Mom is busy humming "baby shark" to him as he laughs up at her.
"You're going to love this Tre." I said as I handed mom the bottle. "I speak from first hand experience."
"I didn't breast feed you."
"You didn't? Then why did I grow up so big and "scrong?"
"My love, we are going to have to tell them one day." She said as she fed Tre the bottle while cradling him in her arms.
Not this again...
"Mom? No. I don't go against you on a lot of things. But I have to now. That's not information that they need. Our children do not need to know that we are also mother and son."
"Baby? Do you have any regrets? You know...about us?"
Mom please don't do this...
"Not a one." I said without hesitation.
We didn't have a lot of tense moments like this. Every now and again though, there are about three issues that she will bring up to me;
Should we tell our kids that they are the product of a forbidden love between mother and son; do I have any regrets about being in a relationship with her...
"And you with this undercover assignment..."
Like I said, "three issues".
"Mom"...Carolyn. Please listen to me. Telling our children something that offers zero benefit to them in knowing doesn't amount in a net good. Secondly, I don't regret being with you for even one second. There's no other woman or circumstance on earth that could move me from that position. Lastly, I didn't want this assignment at first. But since I've had it, to be honest; it's not been bad at all.
I met with the head guy twice, and now that he's checked out and confirm my cover story of being a street gang leader, he needs some funny money to buy a large shipment of dope from the Bolivians, now all I have to do is sit back and wait for the buy kocaeli escort bayan (https://pomada.org/) bust to happen.
I only report to the office once a week for about an hour or two, and other than that, I'm here at home with you, helping you to tend to our beautiful baby boy. And I'm still getting paid to boot. What's not to like about
that?"
"I know.. and I'm grateful for your being able to be home so much, but international counterfeiters? Baby these people won't hesitate to kill you if they find out. It won't matter to them if you're a cop or not.
Like I told you when you joined the force, I've already raised the child of a dead father; I can't go through this again. Especially not if its you.
Since the first time we made love, I knew that I couldn't live without you. I already loved you with all my heart before and now we have blasted that into the stratosphere.
Finish this assignment; put the bad guys away and go to the property room and work there like you promised me.
After all, I am still your mother." She said with a seductive wink.
"Ah, one never grows up to his mother does he?"
"Nope. Not even when you're 21 years old and fucking her brains out on a nightly basis."
The next day, I stayed home with Tre while Carolyn went to visit with her old friend and personal trainer. Vivian Summers(for Vivian's backstory, please check out "I'm my brothers keeper" parts 1-3).
"You know I really don't do personal training anymore since I starting competing and having babies." Vivian said to Carolyn as the two enjoyed lunch at a café across the street from the gym where she trained for her bodybuilding competitions. "But girl I can make an exception for you on one condition. Tell me, who are you trying to get fine and sexy for? Is it that white cop that you used to date?"
"Who? Jack? No he's old news. It's my son's father. You see, he's younger than I am... a lot younger. And I want to make sure I keep things "tight" for him."
"Well, luckily for you, I know some damn good Kegel maneuvers designed for just that. If you don't mind me asking, how much younger is he?"
"Sigh...we are 18 years apart."
"18? Damn sistah he could be your son."
Oh the irony...
Vivian caught herself, "look, I'm not here to judge you. In fact hi-five me sister girl! Shit a man barely in his twenties whose dick probably stays rock hard day and night? That's most women's wet dream."
"There's something else. But before I tell you, I need to know that it won't leave this table. If you truly value our friendship, you'll keep this between us, ok?"
"Baby I used to sell ass under the guise of being an escort/masseuse. If it's one thing I can do its to keep secrets, otherwise half the marriages in this town would be toast."
"Oh you was putting that "good good" on their asses."
"You know what they say about the power of black pussy." The beautiful ebony muscled woman replied.
"Ok. Do you remember my son Spencer?"
"Yes. I met him when he and Joey graduated from high school. Really handsome young man."
Carolyn hesitated. She wasn't sure how he kept this to himself so well. Why couldn't she? Why did she feel the need for validation? Why did she feel the need to attempt to normalize that which can't be normalized?
"Vivian? Spencer is more than just my son."
Vivian set up in her seat and listened more intently than before. "He is? What is he Carolyn?"
"He's also my lover and the father of my son and soon to be daughter." She said as she rubbed her pregnant stomach.
Vivian says nothing...she maintains a strict poker face. For several uncomfortable seconds, the only depth of emotion she displays comes in the form of a trembling hand.
"Vivian? Vivian! Please say something."
Vivian let's out a relaxing sigh. "Girl I'm sorry. I didn't want you to know that as you finished your story, I started having the climax from hell. You're fucking your own son? Girl that is so fucking hot." Vivian whispered.
"So? What do you think? Am I a horrible mother for doing this?"
"A horrible mother? For doing what? Sharing love with someone that you adore? Hell no. Besides..." Vivian paused before saying, "who am I to throw rocks when I live in a glass house myself."
"Glass house? What are you talking about?"
"Joey."
"Joey? Your younger brother? What about him?"
"He's the father of my twin boys."
This time, it's Carolyn who has to grip the edge of the table as orgasmic waves hit her. Only she doesn't have the same control over her body that the muscled up female bodybuilder does.
"Is she ok?" One of the concerned nearby diners asked as she observed what looked to be a woman having a seizure.
"She's fine." Vivian said to her. The woman turned back to her meal probably grateful that her involvement wasn't needed.
"Carolyn? Are you ok?"
"I am now...but, your brother Joey?"
"Yes...your son Spencer?"
If, "you can't make this up" was two black women sitting in a diner swapping incest tales.
"How izmit escort (https://pomada.org/) did you guys...I mean, what caused you guys to move forward?" Carolyn asked.
Vivian smiled. "We had danced around it for awhile AFTER he became of legal age. Once he turned 18 to be exact. I "taught" him how to French kiss, which was already crossing the line.
I would also dress half naked around him all the time. I could see it in his eyes that he wanted the same thing.
It had been just the two of us for so long, that our bond just got stronger and stronger until one rainy thunderstorm laced night, I climbed into bed with my 18 year old brother while not wearing a stitch of clothing.
I cuddled up under him for protection. God! He felt so strong and loving. Then I realized something.
His hard assed dick was poking me in the stomach!"
"Really? So what happened after that?" An intrigued Carolyn asked.
"I playfully asked him to let me see his dick, and when he refused, I just grabbed it and flipped him over onto his back. And gurrrl let me tell ya! Lil bro was working with a monster!"
"Damn! Get to the good part."
"Ok. So now I'm horny as hell. So I goad him into a naked wrestling match. Joey, who wrestled in high school, easily flips me onto my back and I put his waist in a scissors hold between my legs.
So now with no barriers between us, my brother plunged his cock into my pussy and we shattered that Taboo once and for all time between us."
"Oh my! How...how did you feel afterwards?"
"Well, I slept like a baby that night. All safe and secure in my new lover's arms. The next morning, I felt guilty, weird...like I had committed the worst type of treason. I left him in bed and went and bought Plan B since he didn't pull out prior to cumming."
"Oh my God! He came inside of you?"
"Baby that was his first time being intimate with a woman. That dick wasn't coming out until it achieved its goal."
"Our stories are so similar. I tried to get Spencer to pull out when we were on the beach in Jamaica but he begged me to let him stay in.
As crazy as this might sound, I knew I was pregnant that night. But I'm sorry girl; I'm hijacking your story. So what happened next?"
"This is the bad part. When I got back home, Joey was trying to be loving and sweet to me, but I...snapped at him and made him feel like he had did something I didn't want him to do."
"Oh no! So what happened afterwards?"
"He was so hurt and embarrassed and as a result, he left home. I didn't even tell him that his ex girlfriend had stopped by while he was sleeping looking to reconcile. I didn't want to tell him.
So anyway, my then boyfriend Bruce comes over wanting to fuck, so we did. And like he always would do, he rushed off to the bathroom to clean up before going home to the unsuspecting wife.
And then he sees the used plan b packet in the trash basket and loses it."
"But why would he expect anything? You could have used it after the last time the two of you were together right?"
"Not really. The last time he and I were together, he cream pied my asshole. So no need for pregnancy prevention medication after your lover cums in your booty."
"So, he didn't buy your explanation?"
"Not hardly. We started to fist fight instead. I broke his nose but I looked the worse after all was said and done."
"You should've pressed charges on his ass for assault."
"I couldn't, not after what Joey did to him."
"Wait. Joey confronted
Bruce?"
"Confronted him, kicked his ass and then he shoved a miniature baseball bat into his anus. So we really couldn't go to the police after that."
"And you guys now have two children together?"
"Yes. Our two little healthy blessings."
"Are you going to tell them someday?"
"Only if they ask; and that's once they are adults. Otherwise, I'm keeping this between myself, Joey, you and an aunt. And I suggest you do the same.
I'll keep your secret Carolyn; can you say the same thing for someone else that you might desire to share your good news with?"
"But it's just...two people loving each other. Why does it rankle so many feathers? If you don't want to sleep with a relative then don't do so. It should be that simple."
"Well hell, you heard about what happened to that baseball player Alonzo Wells didn't you?"
"The one that took Carver College to the college World Series? What about him?"
"That poor guy...he was having an affair with this older woman and she turned out to be his long lost mother who had given him up as an infant."
"Girl stop! Are you serious?"
"Yes, but that's not the worse part. Or the best part depending on your view of the story. The two of them kept right on in a relationship AFTER they both learned the truth."
"Holee Fuck."
"And that's not all. So he marries his college sweetheart Yolanda whom he had previously busted being bent over the desk by Carver's sexy white baseball coach Raymond McNamara. Or as he's known around campus. "Coach Mac."
"You still haven't told me everything."
"Turns out that their first born baby might actually belong to Coach Mac. But shit, Yolanda was doing the most, she was fucking opposing team coaches so that Carver could win and all type of mess in order to promote Alonzo."
The Dutiful son part 2
Four months after the birth of Spencer the third or "Tre".
"Ummm. Where is it mom? Where is it at?"
"Unngh. Where is what
baby?"
"Where's my cock at mom?"
"It's in my ass baby! Your dick is in momma's ass!"
Sometimes, even when I feel like the world is closing in around me, all it takes to snap me out of that melancholy is being at home in bed and making love to the most beautiful woman on earth. Did I mention that this particular woman is also my birth mother?
In case you don't know me, my name is Spencer Rhodes. The woman whose ass I'm currently pounding into submission belongs to Carolyn Rhodes my 39 year old mother. Today just happens to be my birthday, and instead of a new blazer or a new pair of shoes, I got anal for my special day!
"Happy birthday baby." She said seductively. I wasn't sure how she did it; I mean, I don't have the biggest cock of all time but I'm not small by any stretch of the imagination. Yet whenever we ass fuck like this, she takes the length and girth of me inside of her tight bunghole like it's a Sunday walk in the park.
A far cry from the first time I saw her with a cock in her ass when she shared with me info on her brief but memorable "pornstar" career. Well, to be honest, calling it a "career" is a stretch; she did one interracial magazine shoot in order to earn some extra cash and never saw the costar again.
The second time I witnessed her take a cock in the ass was the day after we had made love for the first time while in Jamaica. I really didn't think that I'd enjoy watching another man fuck my mom after we had declared our love for each other but to be honest it really wasn't that traumatic.
The all nude resort had this white male stud who, for a price and a chance to win 10 grand, a woman could, in front of an audience, go onstage and attempt to take him balls deep in her ass for ten minutes without tapping out or the woman can win if she makes him Cum before time expires. Up until then, the $10,000 price money was safe.
This witch/bitch that was my mother's coworker now mine; this woman of creole descent named Beverly Brooks tried it the night before and lasted an impressive 7 minutes before patting the floor three times. Mom on the other hand, checkmated his punk ass in 4 minutes and 32 seconds.
Right now, I'm currently at 17 minutes and change and still going strong but whose counting?
"I think our son just woke up." Mom said as she pointed to the baby monitor. "You need to hurry up so that I can get him before he realizes that he's in a room by himself."
I'm nothing if not a dutiful son...
I unleashed my birthday fury inside of her ass with contagious results. My cumming and subsequently screaming into mom's ear sent her into orgasmic overdrive. Her entire body trembled as if she had been hit with an electric shock of some kind.
"I cum like a she-bear every time you nut in my ass." She once candidly shared with me.
I held her tightly for a few seconds to allow the shock waves going through her body to cease. I looked over at the monitor and noticed that our son had drifted off back to sleep.
"Jesus where do you store all of this cum when you aren't using it? If I didn't know better, I'd think that it was Peter North butt fucking me just now." She said as cum leaked from her asshole onto the bed.
"Aw mom, you sure know how to flatter me." I said to her as I kissed the back of her neck. "Besides, what do you know about Peter North?" I joked, as I referenced probably the most famous male pornstar on earth.
"Baby...let me tell ya! That was one white man that could have gotten this pussy without being in front of the camera."
"As if you needed the camera in order for you to "swirl"." I said jokingly. "Every man I've ever known you to be with sexually has been white. Jack, Sergio from Jamaica, the guy in the magazine...
Come to think of it, have you ever dated a black man?"
"Why yes I have." She declared. "You."
"I don't count."
"Your father."
"Are you sure that he was black?"
"Yes I am. Your father was indeed a black man."
"Ok."
She pulled my cock, still semi hard from her ass and turned to face me.
"Baby? How come you never ask me about your father?" She asked gently as she rubbed my cheek. There are two sides to my relationship with my mother. On one hand is the passion filled down and dirty fucking side, as it was less than ten minutes ago.
Now, by contrast, was the concerned mother whose first priority was always her son's well being.
It was something to watch her switch from role kocaeli escort (https://pomada.org/) to role with such flawless perfection.
"I never really knew what to ask. You never really talked about him so I just figured that either it was too painful or he was an asshole that you just wanted to forget." I explained as I looked into her eyes and ran my hand through her bushy Afro.
Next I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked as her life sustaining fluid hit the back of my throat.
"Mmmm. But you can't take our baby's milk like that."
"You mean "babies" plural?" I said as I playfully rubbed her slightly swollen belly.
"That's another thing." She said as she placed her hand atop mine. "Do you intend to just keep me pregnant for the next five years straight? Because mama is getting old baby and my body can't handle this stress like it used to."
"No." I assured her. "After our daughter is born I think we can call it a day. But I must admit, I do love going through the motions of getting you pregnant though." I said with a wicked smile.
"You are such a bad boy. It's amazing what a different meaning that statement has now as opposed to when you were little."
"When I was little, you'd tell me that same thing, anytime I disobeyed or disappointed you. It's funny how those are the last things I'd ever want to do today."
"We were talking about your father."
"Ok, so tell me about him."
She took in a copious amount of air before she started to speak. This was one of the reasons why I never pushed the issue about my dad. I felt like it was too much for her.
"Spencer Sr wasn't an asshole or anything like that. In fact, you remind me so much of him. You're handsome just like he was, caring, he was a great lover just like you are."
"TMI mom, TMI." I playfully said to her. "So, what did he do for a living?"
"He raced cars. Illegal street racing, betting for cash or competing in legitimate races for pay. He won a lot of races; probably most of them."
"But he also lost from time to time I'll bet." I said.
"True. There's always a car that's lighter, faster, more powerful..a driver more skilled."
"So when we found out that I was pregnant with you, he decided to make some changes. He applied for the city fire department and was accepted into the academy. I was seven months at the time."
"No happy ending here is it?"
"He was to start the following Monday. He decided to have "one last race" before he parked that damned car, that NOS infused death trap forever.
And about half way through his final race, he did just that." She said as a single tear fell from her eye.
"Mom let's stop. We can pick this up later. I think I hear Tre crying." I said as I grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt and went to go collect my son.
"Hey lil brother what are you fussing about?" I asked as I picked him up. Mom would freak if she ever heard me call him that. Man! Why'd we have to go and make things so complicated?
"Well, he immediately stopped crying the minute I picked him up." I said to her as I brought him back into the bedroom.
"He's hungry. Hand him to me and go make him a bottle."
I dart off to the kitchen to grab some pre-pumped breast milk and I heat it slightly and rush it back into the room.
Mom is busy humming "baby shark" to him as he laughs up at her.
"You're going to love this Tre." I said as I handed mom the bottle. "I speak from first hand experience."
"I didn't breast feed you."
"You didn't? Then why did I grow up so big and "scrong?"
"My love, we are going to have to tell them one day." She said as she fed Tre the bottle while cradling him in her arms.
Not this again...
"Mom? No. I don't go against you on a lot of things. But I have to now. That's not information that they need. Our children do not need to know that we are also mother and son."
"Baby? Do you have any regrets? You know...about us?"
Mom please don't do this...
"Not a one." I said without hesitation.
We didn't have a lot of tense moments like this. Every now and again though, there are about three issues that she will bring up to me;
Should we tell our kids that they are the product of a forbidden love between mother and son; do I have any regrets about being in a relationship with her...
"And you with this undercover assignment..."
Like I said, "three issues".
"Mom"...Carolyn. Please listen to me. Telling our children something that offers zero benefit to them in knowing doesn't amount in a net good. Secondly, I don't regret being with you for even one second. There's no other woman or circumstance on earth that could move me from that position. Lastly, I didn't want this assignment at first. But since I've had it, to be honest; it's not been bad at all.
I met with the head guy twice, and now that he's checked out and confirm my cover story of being a street gang leader, he needs some funny money to buy a large shipment of dope from the Bolivians, now all I have to do is sit back and wait for the buy kocaeli escort bayan (https://pomada.org/) bust to happen.
I only report to the office once a week for about an hour or two, and other than that, I'm here at home with you, helping you to tend to our beautiful baby boy. And I'm still getting paid to boot. What's not to like about
that?"
"I know.. and I'm grateful for your being able to be home so much, but international counterfeiters? Baby these people won't hesitate to kill you if they find out. It won't matter to them if you're a cop or not.
Like I told you when you joined the force, I've already raised the child of a dead father; I can't go through this again. Especially not if its you.
Since the first time we made love, I knew that I couldn't live without you. I already loved you with all my heart before and now we have blasted that into the stratosphere.
Finish this assignment; put the bad guys away and go to the property room and work there like you promised me.
After all, I am still your mother." She said with a seductive wink.
"Ah, one never grows up to his mother does he?"
"Nope. Not even when you're 21 years old and fucking her brains out on a nightly basis."
The next day, I stayed home with Tre while Carolyn went to visit with her old friend and personal trainer. Vivian Summers(for Vivian's backstory, please check out "I'm my brothers keeper" parts 1-3).
"You know I really don't do personal training anymore since I starting competing and having babies." Vivian said to Carolyn as the two enjoyed lunch at a café across the street from the gym where she trained for her bodybuilding competitions. "But girl I can make an exception for you on one condition. Tell me, who are you trying to get fine and sexy for? Is it that white cop that you used to date?"
"Who? Jack? No he's old news. It's my son's father. You see, he's younger than I am... a lot younger. And I want to make sure I keep things "tight" for him."
"Well, luckily for you, I know some damn good Kegel maneuvers designed for just that. If you don't mind me asking, how much younger is he?"
"Sigh...we are 18 years apart."
"18? Damn sistah he could be your son."
Oh the irony...
Vivian caught herself, "look, I'm not here to judge you. In fact hi-five me sister girl! Shit a man barely in his twenties whose dick probably stays rock hard day and night? That's most women's wet dream."
"There's something else. But before I tell you, I need to know that it won't leave this table. If you truly value our friendship, you'll keep this between us, ok?"
"Baby I used to sell ass under the guise of being an escort/masseuse. If it's one thing I can do its to keep secrets, otherwise half the marriages in this town would be toast."
"Oh you was putting that "good good" on their asses."
"You know what they say about the power of black pussy." The beautiful ebony muscled woman replied.
"Ok. Do you remember my son Spencer?"
"Yes. I met him when he and Joey graduated from high school. Really handsome young man."
Carolyn hesitated. She wasn't sure how he kept this to himself so well. Why couldn't she? Why did she feel the need for validation? Why did she feel the need to attempt to normalize that which can't be normalized?
"Vivian? Spencer is more than just my son."
Vivian set up in her seat and listened more intently than before. "He is? What is he Carolyn?"
"He's also my lover and the father of my son and soon to be daughter." She said as she rubbed her pregnant stomach.
Vivian says nothing...she maintains a strict poker face. For several uncomfortable seconds, the only depth of emotion she displays comes in the form of a trembling hand.
"Vivian? Vivian! Please say something."
Vivian let's out a relaxing sigh. "Girl I'm sorry. I didn't want you to know that as you finished your story, I started having the climax from hell. You're fucking your own son? Girl that is so fucking hot." Vivian whispered.
"So? What do you think? Am I a horrible mother for doing this?"
"A horrible mother? For doing what? Sharing love with someone that you adore? Hell no. Besides..." Vivian paused before saying, "who am I to throw rocks when I live in a glass house myself."
"Glass house? What are you talking about?"
"Joey."
"Joey? Your younger brother? What about him?"
"He's the father of my twin boys."
This time, it's Carolyn who has to grip the edge of the table as orgasmic waves hit her. Only she doesn't have the same control over her body that the muscled up female bodybuilder does.
"Is she ok?" One of the concerned nearby diners asked as she observed what looked to be a woman having a seizure.
"She's fine." Vivian said to her. The woman turned back to her meal probably grateful that her involvement wasn't needed.
"Carolyn? Are you ok?"
"I am now...but, your brother Joey?"
"Yes...your son Spencer?"
If, "you can't make this up" was two black women sitting in a diner swapping incest tales.
"How izmit escort (https://pomada.org/) did you guys...I mean, what caused you guys to move forward?" Carolyn asked.
Vivian smiled. "We had danced around it for awhile AFTER he became of legal age. Once he turned 18 to be exact. I "taught" him how to French kiss, which was already crossing the line.
I would also dress half naked around him all the time. I could see it in his eyes that he wanted the same thing.
It had been just the two of us for so long, that our bond just got stronger and stronger until one rainy thunderstorm laced night, I climbed into bed with my 18 year old brother while not wearing a stitch of clothing.
I cuddled up under him for protection. God! He felt so strong and loving. Then I realized something.
His hard assed dick was poking me in the stomach!"
"Really? So what happened after that?" An intrigued Carolyn asked.
"I playfully asked him to let me see his dick, and when he refused, I just grabbed it and flipped him over onto his back. And gurrrl let me tell ya! Lil bro was working with a monster!"
"Damn! Get to the good part."
"Ok. So now I'm horny as hell. So I goad him into a naked wrestling match. Joey, who wrestled in high school, easily flips me onto my back and I put his waist in a scissors hold between my legs.
So now with no barriers between us, my brother plunged his cock into my pussy and we shattered that Taboo once and for all time between us."
"Oh my! How...how did you feel afterwards?"
"Well, I slept like a baby that night. All safe and secure in my new lover's arms. The next morning, I felt guilty, weird...like I had committed the worst type of treason. I left him in bed and went and bought Plan B since he didn't pull out prior to cumming."
"Oh my God! He came inside of you?"
"Baby that was his first time being intimate with a woman. That dick wasn't coming out until it achieved its goal."
"Our stories are so similar. I tried to get Spencer to pull out when we were on the beach in Jamaica but he begged me to let him stay in.
As crazy as this might sound, I knew I was pregnant that night. But I'm sorry girl; I'm hijacking your story. So what happened next?"
"This is the bad part. When I got back home, Joey was trying to be loving and sweet to me, but I...snapped at him and made him feel like he had did something I didn't want him to do."
"Oh no! So what happened afterwards?"
"He was so hurt and embarrassed and as a result, he left home. I didn't even tell him that his ex girlfriend had stopped by while he was sleeping looking to reconcile. I didn't want to tell him.
So anyway, my then boyfriend Bruce comes over wanting to fuck, so we did. And like he always would do, he rushed off to the bathroom to clean up before going home to the unsuspecting wife.
And then he sees the used plan b packet in the trash basket and loses it."
"But why would he expect anything? You could have used it after the last time the two of you were together right?"
"Not really. The last time he and I were together, he cream pied my asshole. So no need for pregnancy prevention medication after your lover cums in your booty."
"So, he didn't buy your explanation?"
"Not hardly. We started to fist fight instead. I broke his nose but I looked the worse after all was said and done."
"You should've pressed charges on his ass for assault."
"I couldn't, not after what Joey did to him."
"Wait. Joey confronted
Bruce?"
"Confronted him, kicked his ass and then he shoved a miniature baseball bat into his anus. So we really couldn't go to the police after that."
"And you guys now have two children together?"
"Yes. Our two little healthy blessings."
"Are you going to tell them someday?"
"Only if they ask; and that's once they are adults. Otherwise, I'm keeping this between myself, Joey, you and an aunt. And I suggest you do the same.
I'll keep your secret Carolyn; can you say the same thing for someone else that you might desire to share your good news with?"
"But it's just...two people loving each other. Why does it rankle so many feathers? If you don't want to sleep with a relative then don't do so. It should be that simple."
"Well hell, you heard about what happened to that baseball player Alonzo Wells didn't you?"
"The one that took Carver College to the college World Series? What about him?"
"That poor guy...he was having an affair with this older woman and she turned out to be his long lost mother who had given him up as an infant."
"Girl stop! Are you serious?"
"Yes, but that's not the worse part. Or the best part depending on your view of the story. The two of them kept right on in a relationship AFTER they both learned the truth."
"Holee Fuck."
"And that's not all. So he marries his college sweetheart Yolanda whom he had previously busted being bent over the desk by Carver's sexy white baseball coach Raymond McNamara. Or as he's known around campus. "Coach Mac."
"You still haven't told me everything."
"Turns out that their first born baby might actually belong to Coach Mac. But shit, Yolanda was doing the most, she was fucking opposing team coaches so that Carver could win and all type of mess in order to promote Alonzo."