Her Mothers Pussy Part 7

Her Mothers Pussy Part 7



Sabah darling!

I can't believe everything that has happened since I wrote. Love does exist: It is big, black, and goes by the name Jesse! How I had been enjoying him. He is an amazing fuck: a donkey cock and a marathoner's stamina. He regularly turned me inside out. I loved having a younger man (younger than my apparent age, that is) fucking me silly and babbling how he loved me and wanted me. Only after James's visit did I start paying attention.

I had been treating him like a fuck toy, but I came to realize he is much more. Jesse had finished a degree cum laude in Literature from Brown when he was drafted by the Wizards. He's actually read Moore and Bunyan, Fielding and Thackeray, Byron and Shelly, Flaubert and Zola, while I've only fucked them. Along with great sex, he's tutoring me in Twentieth Century masters: Conrad, Hess, James, Marceau, Fitzgerald, Faulkner, and Eco. He is especially partial to magical realism: Carpenter, Vargas Lola and Rushdie. I'd just assumed all he wanted to do was take me to clubs, flaunt his sexy older girlfriend for a few hours to make the other guys jealous, and take me home to fuck. Giving him his head, we've spent more time in the Kennedy Center and the Corcoran than on U Street. I've learned I cum just as hard with his head under my evening gown as a miniskirt.

I was taking him more seriously, but not totally. One evening he came in with tickets to something cultural I had forgotten about only to find me tailored up to go dancing. He was annoyed and asked what I was doing all, dressed up like a cheap whore. (A high priced whore, but he had a point.) I just laughed and said why bother, he'd just wind up stripping me and fucking me whatever we did.

Is that all I'm good for, Portia to fuck and to eat your pussy. To let you suck my cock like an ice cream cone and drink my, cum like lemonade. You want to fuck? OK, let's FUCK!

I realized I'd hurt him, but it was too late. Like a wounded animal he charged, picked up all 150 pounds of me with one arm and carried me screaming to the bedroom. I couldn't believe he would hurt me, but he was so enraged I was really afraid. Afraid and tremendously turned on I landed hard on the bed. "If you want to look like a slut, I'll fuck you like one!" he roared.

I gasped as he ripped off my frilly blouse and popped the buttons on my little skirt. He made short work of my demon-bra and panties. Keep the stocking and heels, bitch; they'll be right in character, he snarled.

AAAAAH I screamed in fear and pure ecstasy as he rammed his cock into me. I was wet, but it felt thicker and harder than I'd ever felt it. In just a few hard strokes I lost it. I started braying for him to fuck me, to fuck his worthless white whore, to split me with his fuck-ax. I was seconds away from the biggest orgasms of my life.

And then he stopped, or rather he slowed to an excruciatingly slow in-out movement. He wouldn't let me come down or get off. I looked pleadingly up at his cold eyes and hard face. Is this what you want, Portia this big black cock deep in your horny pussy? A cock you orgasm on again and again, screaming and bucking until you pass out.

I was insane with the need to cum, as if I was being roasted alive over flames of lust. Then he stopped completely. Well that is exactly what you cannot have.

No, no, Jesse, baby. I want you, I need you!

Me Portia or the 12 inches of me, that's between your legs you Jesse, you.

You haven't acted like it, Portia. You've treated me like a sex object. How flattering is it to be your warm, hard, muscle-powered dildo, your trophy stud? Good to show everyone that you're still sexy enough to snag a young black buck to keep you well fucked! I'm more than that, Portia, or I'm nothing. I love you, Portia. I want to be with you, cherish you, hold you, protect you ... marry you. I want you to live with me and be the mother of my babies. If all YOU want is a thick slab of meat, an interracial boy-toy, find yourself another Nigger to fuck!"

No Jesse! Don't say that horrible word. I love you Jesse, darling, I love you! Just the presence of his hard black cock in my pussy was still playing a symphony with my nerves and reflexes and emotions. I did want to climax, but I wanted more. I wanted it all. The orgasm I craved was but the voice of something deep within me saying this was the male who deserved to father the baby he wanted to put in me.

I was sobbing. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I don't deserve a man like you, but I want you. I will be the lover, the wife and the mother you want me to be. Keep me pregnant as long as you want. I'm yours if you will take me. Please, Jesse!"


Yes Portia, yes, yes, yes. Jesse was crying the same tears of joy as I, but now he was fucking me again. No, he was making love to me. I felt the difference. He was making my whole body sing, not just my pussy. I could feel the orgasm approach. Carried along by emotion but very deliberately too, I let down one of my eggs.

Whether it happened that night or not is academic. I let our lovemaking keep my pussy awash with his semen for days afterward. I don't need a doctor or a kit to tell me. Life, life planted in me by Jesse, is growing. The baby is a little boy, mortal like Jesse, not a daughter, like one of us. But I do know I am in love with this little life, as with his father, and that is another blessing I owe to James and to you, my darling, my only daughter.

Rose was astonished. She cried but she had to laugh, too. Her mother, the mature party girl, pregnant and domesticated. Well time would tell how domesticated she was. It was hard to imagine Mother staying home and keeping house. Jesse might have his work cut out. Now, if he did keep her knocked up ...

Rose was happy for Mother and certainly understood what could happen when love and sex got mixed up. She looked down at the small card in her hand and was tempted to call Mother with her news, but decided that James should know first.

A few nights after she had Fed, she, too, had released an egg. As it was her first, she would bear a daughter.



By nutbuster