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Bethany Benton's Birthday Surprise
by Ulyssa Kincaid (ulyssakincaid@yahoo.com)

***

Like mother, like daughter. This story is based upon 
the characters appearing in "Mary Deanna's Anniversary 
Fuck." (M/f-teen, ped, rom, exh, intr, 1st)

***

It was Wednesday. That meant that we'd have Robert over 
for dinner again. Robert is a black man who's supposed 
to be a friend of my parents, but I know that isn't 
true. He's been the only black man we've ever had visit 
us. Funny, I've Dad argues with Mom over Robert's 
visits, and it always ends the same way—Robert comes to 
visit us anyway. 

I didn't understand Mom's insistence that Robert come 
to dinner on Wednesdays, or that we had to be home to 
have boring old dinner with them that day, but there it 
was.

Mom is Deanna Benton—more accurately Mary Deanna 
Benton, but only Dad and Grandma call her that. Dad's 
name is Joseph, but he's always been Joe to the rest of 
the world.

Mom came home from work and began to fix supper. 
Wednesday suppers were always something special for 
her, and today she decided to cook Mexican food again.

"Bethany!" she hollered. "Would you bring your father's 
clothes down here to wash them?"

I yelled downstairs. "Why me?"

"Because I'm cooking." Then there was a pause. "You 
don't have to put them in the washer, just bring them 
down!"

"That's the hardest part," I called back.

"You keep telling me you're a big girl. I think you can 
handle it," Mom replied. 

So I began to gather up the clothes in Dad and Mom's 
room. Then I saw some things that surprised me. Since 
when did Dad wear navy blue silken briefs? He's always 
been a cotton briefs kind of guy—plain white too. Since 
when was Dad a size 36 waist? He was a little paunchy 
and most of his briefs were size 44. These briefs were 
more the sort of thing Robert would wear. But why would 
Robert leave his underwear here?

All right, stop thinking like that. I shook my head and 
put the rest of the clothes in the basket. As I started 
to leave their room, I noticed the ankle bracelet, it 
barely hung out of Mom's jewelry case, but I realized 
she'd never worn it around us before. I put down the 
laundry and opened her jewel case. She had two anklets. 
Wow, way to come into the twenty-first century, Mom! 
The first anklet had a heart with an inscription on it-
- the letters read D-E-A-N-N-A. I smiled. Then I picked 
up the second. It too had engraved letters on a 
matching heart. But these letters read R-O-B-E-R-T.

What the hell? 

I put both ankle bracelets back in the jewel case. 
Deanna and Robert? It was then that I saw the corner of 
a single photograph—a Polaroid picture laying face down 
and hidden by Dad's shaving kit which he takes with him 
on business trips. I pulled the picture carefully out 
from beneath the leather kit.

It was a picture of Mom before she changed her hair 
color over the couple of months or so. It was also a 
picture of Robert. They were in some cheap motel room. 
He was buck naked and laying atop Mom who was also bare 
naked. There wasn't too much I could see, but I paled 
anyway. I could sure as hell guess what must have been 
happening.

No wonder Dad didn't want Robert to come over for 
Wednesday dinner. Mom wasn't just dating Robert, she 
was fucking him!

But then who took the picture? No, it couldn't have 
been Dad.

I unzipped Dad's shaving kit, and I discovered he had 
dozens of Polaroids rubber banded inside. I wanted to 
look at them all, but before I could, I saw Dad's car 
pull up. 

"Bethany, your father's home. Hurry up with that 
laundry!" 

"I'm coming!" I shouted. "Keep your pants on." God, I 
don't believe I said that. 

I packed the shaving kit back up and quickly hid the 
photo underneath it once again. Then I grabbed the 
small pile of laundry and hurried downstairs into the 
laundry room. 

Not long after Dad arrived, Robert pulled up into the 
driveway. He wasn't as old as my Mom. She was forty 
years old. If he was less than ten years younger than 
her, I'd be surprised. He wasn't even thirty yet. As I 
watched him get out of his car, I vowed there and then 
that tomorrow I'd look at those pictures for sure. Why 
did I have to put myself through this? Why the 
curiosity? I couldn't answer that. But I had to know, 
didn't I?

"So, Bethany, your birthday's coming up soon," Dad said 
at dinner that night. "Anything special you want?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'll have to think about 
it."

"What are you going to be? Fifteen? Sixteen?" Robert 
asked.

"Stop it, Robert!" Mom said. "Don't rush her. Let her 
enjoy her thirteenth birthday while she can."

"It's just that she always seemed older than her 
years," he answered. "She's very mature young lady."

"Like Mary Deanna said, don't rush her," Dad added 
gruffly. "She's growing up fast enough as it is." I 
didn't quite understand the underlying tone in his 
voice. It was almost like Dad was jealous.

After dinner on Wednesday night they did what they 
always did on Wednesday night—sent us to our rooms. The 
boys didn't like it, and neither did I. When the noises 
began, I slipped out to see if Robert had left. There 
was no sign of Robert downstairs. But, his car was 
still parked in front. I went down the side hall to see 
if Robert was sleeping in the guest room. His stuff was 
there, but he wasn't.

Apparently the only person downstairs was me. Dad 
wasn't downstairs. Mom wasn't downstairs. In fact, from 
the sounds of the moaning coming out of her bedroom, it 
was obvious that Mom was up there. As quietly as I 
could, I crept back upstairs.

Carefully, I tried their bedroom door. Of course, it 
was locked. In the old days, you might peep through the 
keyhole, but we had modern doors, so that was out. But 
there was so much noise going on in the bedroom that 
they didn't even realize that I'd tried the door 
handle. I put my ear up to the door.

"You getting this, Joe?" Robert's voice said. "You 
getting a good shot of your wife opening up under a 
big-dicked black man?"

I just barely heard Dad grumble. "Yeah, I got it."

And all this time Mom was moaning like there was no 
tomorrow. 

"You may be Joe's wife, Deanna Benton," I heard Robert 
announce loudly. "But whose woman are you?"

Then a small mousy voice said something I couldn't 
hear.

"Whose woman?" Robert demanded again.

"Yours," Mom replied. "I'm yours, Robert."

"Damn right."

My God, I didn't understand. But now I needed to see 
those photos more than ever. It would be the next day 
before I got my chance. As soon as I got home from 
school, I scouted out Mom and Dad's room. Her nightie 
lay partially ripped on the floor tossed to one side. 
Last nights panties had been thrown in the waste 
basket. Jesus Christ, they were all dried up sticky in 
the crotch. What was that all about?

I had to look at the pictures so I quickly made my way 
to Dad's shaving kit. I knew Dad wouldn't be home for 
another two and half, maybe three hours and since Mom 
always worked late on Thursday night -- now I 
understood why!--he'd be the first one home other than 
the boys, and they'll hang with their friends for a 
couple of hours after school.

My own friends didn't understand when I told them I had 
to go home, it was the first Thursday in a long time 
that I didn't decide to go off with them. But, I told 
them I needed to clean the house for my parents, and 
not only did it stop them from asking, but it 
guaranteed that they'd stay away from my place for a 
while.

The one picture underneath the shaving kit was gone. 
Did they know? I went ahead and unzipped the shaving 
kit anyway. Inside the shaving kit were a few dozen 
pictures held in place by a rubber band. I was so 
anxious that my hands shook as I undid the rubber band. 
I almost lost a few as the band snapped off.

I literally gulped when I saw them. I couldn't flip 
through them fast enough. There was Mom on her knees 
sucking Robert's dick in one, and Robert with his head 
buried between Mom's legs in another. In one shot she 
opened her mouth and eyes in sheer pain, while Robert 
bent behind her. For a second I didn't get what was 
going on, then I understood. My eyes went wide, and my 
mouth had fallen open.

"Omigod!" I whispered. His cock was huge, and he was 
sticking it in her butt! How could she?

There were all sorts of photographs of Mom letting 
Robert take her--there! You know, in her vagina. She 
lay on her back, or she stood on all fours with her ass 
up in the air. He sat on the side of the bed, and she 
sat right across his lap. There was even one with 
Robert standing up, while Mom appeared to be wrapped 
all around him. 

Mom never looked so gloriously happy. No wonder he told 
her to say that she was his woman. By all appearances, 
Mom had gone happily into Robert's arms. Worse yet, 
she'd happily allowed Robert to put his black dick 
inside of her. I knew that Daddy couldn't be too happy 
about the whole situation. His wife was seeing--that is 
fucking another man, a black man, but why was he 
letting it happen in his own house?

One photograph of Mom showed her lying next to Robert 
and she had an enormous amount of white liquid all over 
her loins. This shot was close enough that I could even 
see the little droplets in her pubic hair. Another one 
following it was shot even closer, plus I could see 
Robert's long dick resting beside her, nestling into 
her hip.

"Mom?" I didn't even know I'd said it out loud until I 
heard my voice in the stillness. "Oh, God."

I whipped through all of them one more time. My eyes 
examined every inch I could of Robert's body in those 
photos. No picture of a man--hell, no man had ever 
moved me like this before. 

Then I thought of something. Where was the shot I saw 
yesterday? I opened Daddy's sock drawer and looked 
inside, then I opened the drawers underneath it one at 
a time. The picture sat in a drawer down toward the 
bottom, but then I saw something that made matters more 
immediate. There were two video tapes stuck down inside 
that same drawer. They were labeled MDAF and HALLOWEEN.

MDAF? That could only stand for one thing--Mary Deanna! 
I rushed the first tape downstairs and placed it in the 
VCR. Oh yeah, bad lighting, grainy--this was definitely 
homemade. Just like Aunt Jill's wedding tape, only that 
tape had never gone this far. No, it had never gone 
this far! I watched Mom leaning against Robert while he 
slid a dark finger right up into her naked cunt, and 
soon she was on her knees in front of Robert slowly 
bringing him off with her mouth. 

When Robert told her to, Mom turned toward the camera 
and said, "Oh God, darling, I love sucking his big 
black cock! I can't seem to get enough of it!"

"Open your throat baby," Robert ordered. "You're gonna 
take all of it before I'm through here."

When he came Robert spurted all over her face and hair 
and even her breasts.

"Your wife is a damn good cocksucker. I oughta know. I 
taught her!"

Breathing hard, I touched my own breasts as I watched. 
Robert's stiff cock dipped down for a few seconds, and 
then as he licked Mom's pussy he made himself hard 
again. He was so impressive, I had to touch myself for 
just a second. I ached--oh, God, did I ache. When my 
fingers hit the fleshy outer rim of my pussy, I felt 
better, and I felt worse.

Wouldn't this jittery, aching feeling ever go away?

I continued to watch, and soon I saw and heard Mom ask 
Dad if he'd ask Robert to fuck her. He had to ask or 
Robert wouldn't give Dad his anniversary present. Yeah, 
I was confused all right. This was crazy--absolutely 
crazy. Then the strangest thing happened.

"I think you're ready now for this black cock, aren't 
you Mary Deanna?" Robert said.

"Oh yes! I'm ready for it." Mom answered.

"Tell him like I told you to tell him," Robert quietly 
ordered. "And look at him when you do it!"

Mom looked directly into the camera and said, "Fuck my 
cunt! Give me your big beautiful black cock. Put that 
hunk of black cock-meat in me. Please! Please, fuck 
me."

Robert retorted, "You want me to fuck your white cunt 
with your husband watching us? Do you baby?"

"Yes! Yes please! I want you to fuck me with my husband 
watching. I want him to see how a black man fucks his 
white wife!"

"Wow," I whispered, totally fixated on the screen.

"Tell him the rest of it," Robert directed.

Mom, still looking into the camera, said, "Ask him to 
fuck me, darling. I want you to give him your 
permission to fuck me in front of you." Then after a 
pause, she said, "And say please."

"Robert. Y-you have my p-permission to fuck my wife. 
Right here. Right now. There was a short pause. Then 
Dad said, "Pl-please fuck Mary Deanna."

"Whoa!" I sighed.

I'd just heard Dad ask Robert to fuck his wife--I mean 
to fuck my mother! I couldn't believe it. 

"OK, buddy, Robert sneered. "I'll fuck your white wife 
and give her the best fucking she ever had. So pay 
attention and you might learn something. But when I get 
done with her she won't be wanting your tiny white cock 
anymore!"

Turns out this was the video of the very first time Mom 
and Robert fucked. Of course, it wasn't to be the last 
time. Or the last video.

I kept looking at Robert's body all that animal-like 
masculinity fit him. He didn't mind standing there 
naked or in this case laying on top of the bed naked. 
He didn't mind that his ass bounced up and down all the 
while Mom groaned louder and louder. Then with a grunt 
and a scream, I could tell that the situation between 
Mom and Robert had changed. 

"Darling, look at me!" Mom commanded. "Darling, is this 
what you wanted?"

I could hear Robert's moaning and Dad's heavy 
breathing.

"Look at your wife, darling," she purred. "Here I am 
totally naked before you. My legs are spread wide and a 
big pricked black stud is fucking my cunt with his long 
thick black cock."

"Go, Mom," I whispered. At that moment I saw Robert 
slowly worm his thumb into my mother's ass-hole.

"See how easy it glides in and out of my hot wet white 
woman's pussy. Isn't it wonderful, darling? Don't you 
just love this? This is what you wanted isn't it? A 
black man fucking your wife!"

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Dad blurted out. Then he added 
very softly. "Y-yes, my love this is exactly what I 
wanted!" 

"Happy Anniversary, Darling!" Then Mom went ballistic. 
First she sighed on the tape, "I'm cumming." Her voice 
went higher and louder. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" 
Then she literally screamed, "Oh, fuck me, Robert. 
Don't stop fucking me. Fuck me all night! Fuck me. Fuck 
me. "

Then with a squeal she cried out, "Fffuckkk meeee."

Robert's balls had been slapping against my Mom's wet 
ass. Now they'd shrunk up into the sack and his ass 
muscles were bunched up tight. He was close to cumming 
himself. I don't know how I knew that, but I did.

Mom screamed out once more.

Robert pulled his thumb from my Mom's asshole and with 
a strong convulsive thrust, and a loud grunt, he dumped 
his load into her. The camera showed his nut sack 
contracting time and time again as his black balls 
pumped warm, sperm deep into my Mom's hot, wet and oh-
so-willing white cunt.

"Holy fucking shit!" Dad shouted out loud. Then there 
was a murmur of despair. "He's not using a condom."

Dad yelled something off-camera. And Robert slowly 
rolled off of Mom leaving a trail of white liquid all 
over her loins, her thighs, and the bed. Mom's hands 
went right to the liquid and she played in it running 
one, then two, then all her fingers slowly through her 
pussy.

"Oh, my," she said. But instead of getting up in a 
panic, Mom just laid there and slipped her fingers in 
and out of her white caked hole. I realized I was doing 
pretty much the same thing, when I heard noises outside 
on the porch.

The boys were home. Damn! I had to get the tape out of 
there fast. No time to rewind, maybe I could rewind it 
tomorrow. I rushed the tape upstairs and put it away as 
close to how it looked prior to my taking out as I 
could manage. My own panties were soaked from all the 
visuals I saw. Oh, God, were they soaked.

Oh, yeah, I thought, visuals of Robert. Something about 
Robert made my mommy turn into his property, and 
something else made Daddy give her up to Robert. What 
was Robert's secret? I realized that I wanted to find 
out, and I also realized that I wanted to find out 
soon.

On Friday, Mom gave me money to go to the movies with 
my girlfriends. She was all dressed up and planning to 
go out on the town. I could tell that she wasn't 
wearing a bra, so I carefully scrutinized the short 
skirt she wore for visible pantie lines. There weren't 
any--which would figure if she wore the right kind of 
pantyhose. But, she wasn't wearing any. She also wore 
both ankle bracelets on the same leg—the left leg. 

"Mom, if you have two ankle bracelets, why not wear one 
on each leg?" 

"This is the new style," she replied. "It sort of has a 
special meaning."

"Really? What's that?"

"Aren't you going to be late for your movie?" she 
replied.

The change of subject wasn't too subtle now, was it?

Mom usually told us she was going to visit a friend. 
Funny though, I realized that this friend wanted no 
bra, no panties, no pantyhose, and a couple of anklets 
that said "Deanna" and "Robert." Now I think I 
understood why Dad was so unhappy when she went to 
visit her friend. We both knew the identity of her 
friend, only I didn't let on that I knew.

My mother left in her convertible, and that was it for 
Friday night. She always came back from her visits with 
her "friend" late. Late--like Saturday morning or 
Saturday afternoon. One time she spent the whole 
weekend with her "friend."

I went off to the movies to see something full of 
sorcery and magic. I tried to convince my friends to 
see a romance, but they thought I was crazy. They 
wanted to see the magical blockbuster instead. But, as 
I watched the movie, I kept dreaming about the magic 
that my white mother was making with a black masculine 
sorcerer named Robert. I'd seen his magic wand, and I 
knew that he could wield it with potent strength.

On Saturday, Dad went golfing, and my brothers took 
off. I had the opportunity to rewind that videotape--
except I didn't. I continued to watch the saga of my 
mother and Robert in the motel.

"Tell him where you want me to fuck you now!" Robert 
said to Mom on tape.

Mom looked at the spot off camera where Dad stood, and 
said in a throaty but clear voice, "I want you to 
sodomize my ass. I want you to fuck my asshole Robert. 
Please. Fuck my ass."

I think I blushed when I heard her say those words. 
"Did my mother just say that?"

But I could see the pain on her face. She grunted and 
moaned as his large shaft stretched her.

"Big. Too big! It hurts," Mom cried. "Ooowww...can't 
take it all."

"You'll take it lady," Robert told her. "You'll take 
every inch of my cock in your ass." 

His thrusting began to increase in tempo and Mom's 
discomfort and pain soon turned to arousal. I saw her 
pushing back to meet in incoming thrusts, and grunting 
with increased pleasure as his cock plowed her rectum. 
Soon she was making those throaty noises as her body 
climaxed again and again spewing her love cum from her 
open snatch.

"God I love ass fucking a white woman," Robert said 
looking off camera. "Especially in front of her 
husband!"

Damn! I thought. My mom is having an orgasm as she is 
being butt fucked by Robert. I wouldn't have believed 
it unless I was seeing it myself.

"Oh, baby! I just love filling a white wife's ass with 
my jizz," Robert said as he looked at the camera. "It's 
the ultimate thing to take from her."

Mom lay on her back and spread her legs, she rubbed her 
pussy and fingered herself as Robert moved up to her 
head and placed his slime covered Cock into her mouth. 
Without hesitation, considering where it had just been, 
my mother licked and tongued his softening cock, 
cleaning it for him. 

Then, slowly Robert crawled back on top of Mom. He 
wanted to fuck her once again.

As she moved very slowly under Robert, my Mom turned 
back to my father, and said, "Do you love me darling?"

"Why yes, of course I do, Mary Deanna," Dad replied, 
although I heard the tremor in his voice..

"Even after what you saw me do tonight with Robert?" 
she pressed. "Things I never did with you?"

There was a long enough pause for me to mutter. "Well, 
Dad. Do you?"

"Y-yes, honey. I still love you. Even after what I saw 
you do with Robert tonight."

A thankful look spread over her face. Then she said, 
"Who am I?"

"Why you're my wife, honey," Dad answered on the tape.

"Yes, I am your wife, darling, and what am I to 
Robert?"

On tape, Dad wrinkled his forehead. "Umm, you're the 
one he just fucked. His...uhh...mistress."

"Yes, I am his mistress, now! But what else am I?" Mom 
inquired again.

"I don't know," Dad confessed.

Mom looked into Robert's face and eyes. Smiling, she 
said, "I am his woman!"

I was shocked to hear her say it. Apparently Dad was 
too. "No, you're not. You're my wife, Mary Deanna, my 
woman!" 

Shaking her head on camera, Mom said, "No, you are 
wrong, Joe. Not anymore. Tonight I am still your wife. 
But I am his woman! She kissed Robert's mouth, 
frenching him passionately. Looking back to Dad she 
said, "Darling, I know it's hard for you to accept, but 
no female can be the woman of another man and do what I 
did with Robert. What I am going to do again with 
Robert!"

I exhaled and sat listening to her stunned. She felt 
this way two months ago about Robert. She'd had over 
two months of sheer sexual excitement. Funny, although 
Dad can turn figures and keep a balanced budget, I knew 
instinctively that he wasn't good enough to hold onto 
mom in bed. Strange. Why did I feel that way?

I knew that Dad's golf game wouldn't last forever, 
although I could count on my brothers to stay away for 
a while. Still I decided to rewind the tape. Of course, 
I wondered if anyone besides my Dad and Mom and 
probably Robert have ever seen this. I decided to look 
through the photos again. This time I matched most of 
the photos with a scene from the video.

Jeez, what's on the second tape? Halloween? Suddenly I 
heard one of my brothers come in the back door. The 
sound scared me, but I took a deep breath and put the 
rubber band back around the pictures.

For about two months, Mom's been different, and now I 
knew why. She'd discovered that the true love of her 
life had a black cock. Man, would Grandpa Benton hate 
that. Good thing he won't find out.

I went downstairs to fix lunch for my brother, but all 
the time I was spreading mayonnaise on white bread, all 
I could think about was a large dark piece of beef. 
Funny though, I suddenly knew what I wanted for my 
thirteenth birthday.

On Monday morning before she went off to work, Mom 
threw up. I asked her if she had the flu, and she said 
the strangest thing: "Lord, I hope so."

She got better by Monday night, but Tuesday morning she 
felt sick again. "Listen, Bethany, don't tell your 
father or...uh...Robert that I've been feeling queasy 
in the morning, OK?"

I shrugged. "Sure, if that's what you want."

"Let's just keep it our little secret."

***

On Wednesday, Robert came to supper as usual. He 
started to tease me about my upcoming birthday and my 
idea for a gift.

"All right, Bethany, have you decided what you really 
want?"

"I guess I want a little of what my mother is getting," 
I answered.

"What?" he looked at me rather strange. "Y-you want 
what?"

"You know," I said with a smile. "She's got those 
beautiful gold ankle bracelets. That's what I'd like."

"Aha," Robert said guardedly. "You'd like an ankle 
bracelet?"

"Mom has two of them, and she won't let me wear either 
one."

"She won't, eh?"

"Nope," I replied. "So with any luck maybe I can get 
one of my own. Maybe you'd like to give me one."

"Bethany, do you know which ankle you'd like to wear 
them on?"

I thought about when my mother left the house wearing 
ankle bracelets. "I hadn't really thought about it," I 
lied. "Probably the left."

I caught Robert by surprise. "The left?"

"Yeah," I answered. "I think so. Do you think the left 
is a good idea?"

Robert smiled. "I think it's a great idea."

Thursday, I skipped my last class to go home sick. I 
didn't know if it would work, but it did. I pulled the 
Halloween tape from its box and put it in, this tape 
was much different than the other. It was edited and 
titled: An Angel's Gang Bang featuring Mary Deanna 
Benton.

Holy shit!

As the camera irised up from black, two naked black men 
stood beside Mom who was dressed nearly naked in a 
costume which had a halo and a set of wings, but was 
totally see-through otherwise. Slowly the camera 
exchanged shots of the men and Mom. Their cocks were 
hanging semi soft and were as black as coal. Then 
Robert stepped forward to narrate. 

"I want you to meet Mary Deanna Benton who's married to 
a real cracker named Joseph Benton of Benton 
Manufacturing. Tonight Deanna is going to get her very 
first gang bang fucking. My two imps are gonna put some 
pitchforks right inside this angel." 

At this the two black guys on camera began touching 
Mom. One of them fondling her breasts, groping her ass 
and running their hands between her legs. I was really 
trembling in anticipation for Mom.

It didn't take a psychic to see that Mom had never had 
more than one man doing her at a time. This was 
surreal—frightening, I could see that in her face, but 
very erotic, too! I could feel myself getting wet just 
thinking about Mom being fucked by these men. I got 
very tense watching the events unfold. 

They put Mom on a bed propped up on all fours. One 
black man stood in front of her and stuck his cock in 
her face. She opened her mouth so he could feed his 
shaft between Mom's lips. The second man one put his 
face against her vagina and started to lick and finger 
her. I watched his tongue shoot out and grind itself 
into her pussy.

"Wow," I murmured. "Jesus, Mom."

Mom's body responded as the pussy-licker began to 
excite her. She began sucking the other guy's cock in 
earnest. I could tell she found it very pleasant to 
have a cock in her mouth while another tongue plied her 
pussy. 

"Enjoy the show everyone," Robert said. "Especially 
you, Deanna." 

Then he walked out of the room, and I saw Mom begin to 
panic. She wanted him there. 

Suddenly Mom shifted as a hard cock pressed against her 
labia. The camera got a perfect shot as it cleaved 
between them. I watched enraptured as it slipped into 
Mom slowly, very slowly. I gasped involuntarily at the 
same time Mom did on videotape. 

Mom became very aroused as her inhibitions against two 
different sex partners crumbled. I could tell she was 
enjoying the feeling. Mom could be a real slut.

One man groaned slightly, while the other one said, 
"Not bad eh, lady?" 

"Umm-mm," she said, as she put more effort into sucking 
the cock in her mouth and was soon rewarded with a 
mouthful of cum. No sooner had he pulled out than a 
third cock was offered to her mouth. Then with a grunt, 
the cock fucking her let go and shot sperm into her 
pussy.

It was rapidly replaced by another new cock. Robert 
sent new men in as soon as one blew his load in her. 
First one then another, and then even more, until a 
nasty voice spoke in the microphone loud enough for 
everybody to hear: 

"Hello, Mrs. Benton. You don't know me, but your 
husband does. He got me fired. But I am getting even 
now. I am fucking his 'devoted and proper wife', and he 
doesn't even know. But he will!"

For what seemed like hours she endured fuckings that 
were dog style, missionary, Mom- on-top, every which 
way. I couldn't keep track of how many men Robert sent 
to her. I only knew she was getting royally fucked. 

I was hot, too. For some reason, I was turned on with 
the idea of so many men fucking her. Mom came many 
times. Sometimes screaming, sometimes whimpering, 
sometimes she talked hot and nasty when they did. Other 
times she remained silent.

"Oh, man," I said wide eyed and panting right along 
with her.

I only knew Mom was thoroughly enjoying this gangbang. 
I remember they supered letters right over one 
particular cock. The letters read "11+ inches." He was 
huge. I guessed he was even thicker than Robert. Each 
time Mom came down on it, she made a face. He had to be 
really, really deep.

As the fucking got hotter, a third pair of hands 
started touching her. Mom was straddling a well hung 
black guy when number three touched her everywhere and 
eventually moved behind her to position himself to 
shoved his ebony penis against her asshole.

Now I could see that Mom was nearing sensory overload. 
She had a cock in her mouth, another in her pussy, 
fucking her wildly, and a third trying to enter her 
ass. Soon his cock disappeared right in her butthole. 

I realized that she'd become the recipient of a triple 
penetration! Mom screamed loudly, or as loud as she 
could with a big dick in her mouth. 

"God, yessss! Fuck me! It feels so good!"

Through the course of the evening Mom had been fucked 
by 12 men. I admit I went back and counted. Each man 
had cum in her multiple times--in all of her holes. Mom 
had been very well used, even submitting to three 
triple penetrations. 

At the very end, Robert stood Mom in front of a mirror. 
She had rashes all over her from her body being used by 
so many men. 

"Look at you," Robert said to the camera. "Your pussy's 
so swollen, it's bright red. And you've got cum, jism, 
semen, and sperm everywhere! In your mouth, on your 
face, in your hair, on your eyebrows and in your ears."

Mom looked up at Robert and she began to tear up. 

"Deanna's pubic hair is soaked and matted with sperm. 
Her pussy and ass are dripping with the full loads of a 
dozen different men." 

"I'd say that you have the glow that only a very 
thoroughly fucked woman might have."

There the tape ended.

It was Tuesday again. Tomorrow would be Wednesday and I 
needed to get a private note to Robert. Mom had been 
throwing up every morning probably six out of seven 
mornings per week. I wondered how she covered it when 
she stayed the night with Robert? Pretty soon I'd have 
to ask her.

I sat in class on Tuesday and I composed a note for 
Robert—actually I wrote five of them until I was sure 
that one of them was absolutely right. My final note 
read: 

Dear Robert, 

I've thought long and hard about it, and I know what I 
want for my birthday. No matter what my parents think, 
thirteen is not too young to find love. I want the same 
love my mother has. The very same kind of love. She has 
a secret she has been hiding from you and from Dad, so 
you'll need to meet me some place and some time alone--
no mom--no friends--and I will tell you that secret. 
Afterwards you can do something for me. 

Love, 
Bethany Benton.

I wrote my cell phone number at the bottom of the note. 
"I have some ideas for my birthday gift listed here," I 
told him in the living room as I slipped him the note. 
"But as they say in the spy movies this is for your 
eyes only."

I got his call the next day. "There's a place I want 
you to see," he told me. "It isn't special to the rest 
of world, but it carries a lot of significance for me."

We agreed to meet at the mall. 

"Look at you?" Robert broke into a big smile when he 
saw the black velvet chocker with the cameo. I raised 
my left foot and showed him the ankle chain. 

"I borrowed this from Mom."

"Is that so?" He gazed down my leg in appreciation of 
my shape.

"It's the one that says 'Robert.'"

Again his wide lips opened up to show his white teeth. 
Of course, I think his teeth were the only thing that 
was white about him. 

"Here," he said. He handed me a small white box. I 
opened the little birthday gift I got from Robert, I 
looked down at two lovely golden chains—ankle bracelets 
I knew right away. One of them had the inscription 
"Bethany" on it, and the other said "Robert."

"They're--" I shook my head. "They're beautiful."

The Robert drove me to a small motel well off the main 
highway. As soon as I walked in the door, I knew. "This 
is the place where you made the first tape!"

"Ah," Robert said. "So you know about Mary Deanna's 
Anniversary Fuck. Yes, this is the very same room where 
that video was shot."

"Wow," I said in a small voice. I walked around the 
room inspecting everything about it.

In a matter of moments, Robert took off all his 
clothing piece by piece. In life and up close, his 
black dick was even more impressive than it looked on 
the TV screen.

"Are-are you going to use a condom?" I asked him 
quietly--very quietly.

Robert grinned. "No. I never use condoms. Your note 
said you wanted the same kind of love your mother has. 
I never use a condom with her."

"Then that's why--" I whispered.

"That's why what?"

I looked up at him. "I-I'll tell you afterwards."

I took my clothes off. But he signaled that I was to 
leave the choker and cameo and my ankle bracelet on.

"Did you ask around to find out why you wear your ankle 
bracelet on your left foot?"

I shook my head no.

"Then I'll tell you when the time is right." 

"Am I OK, Robert?" 

"What?" 

"I mean, am I pretty?"

"Honey, with your clothes off, you are one sweet sight 
for any man to see." He placed his palm upon my 
shoulder. "C'mere." 

As I walked into his big, strong arms, I whispered to 
him, "I don't know what to do?"

"I know. Don't worry about it. I'll do it all for you."

I don't know quite how it happened. All I remember is 
standing up one second and then being lifted off the 
floor the next.

"What's gonna happen now?" I whispered.

"We're gonna make a little girl into a woman," he 
replied.

I'm afraid it all went so fast for me.

Robert moved his hands to the back of my knees and 
pushed the top of my thighs up to my shoulders. My 
pussy was almost vertical and I later found out that it 
was in an attitude for maximum penetration. I could 
feel the lips of my vulva swell with blood and hyper 
sensitivity. Suddenly something thick and huge moved 
against my pussy and I felt myself stretched like I'd 
never been stretched before.

"This part is gonna hurt, sweetheart," Robert said as 
he stood over me. "But it's the last time you'll ever 
be hurt this way by a man."

Suddenly, I knew pain! A ripping burning pain that 
turned me inside out for a second. I must have 
screamed.

"Shh-shh," he murmured. "It'll stop in a moment."

It did. But it took longer than a moment.

Then he moved!

At first, I didn't understand why he continued to move 
in and out. But each new thrust brought me closer and 
closer to something that was so spectacular I didn't 
know how to describe it. Curiously, he continued 
pressing in and out of my loins and each time it was 
easier than the time before. I sighed and gasped and 
panted under his weight. 

Now he steadily increased the speed of his thrusts 
until he was ramming his shaft full length into me--
fucking me hard, fast and deep. His rapid fucking had 
brought me to the brink of something I didn't expect. 
His cock hyper extended although I didn't know it at 
the time, and he shoved his way deep inside of me. 

Squirming now, then bucking my hips up and down trying 
to match the rhythm of his thrusts. I remembered Mom 
thrashing her head back and forth on the bed, her hands 
running over his back. Her long fingernails digging 
into his back leaving long dark scratches and deep 
marks in his ebony skin. Now I finally understood why.

I gasped so hard, I could hardly breathe.

"Tell me, Bethany," Robert said calmly. "Tell me the 
secret you wanted to tell me about your mother." Then 
he stopped cold. Even though he was still deep inside 
me, Robert stopped moving.

"What?" I squirmed, trying to keep him going.

"Unless you tell me your mother's secret, we're going 
to stop right here and now."

No, my mind said. No! "Keep going! Please?"

"Tell me."

"I think Mom's pregnant," I said. "She's been throwing 
up in the morning."

Robert started to move once again, and my body craved 
the relief. As long as he moved inside me, the release 
of my pent up tension could move further forward. "Oh," 
I gasped in relief. "Thank God."

"God ain't got nothing to do with it," he groaned. "It 
all boils down to the flash point between you and me." 
Then he thrust deep within me one more time. "Right 
here."

I breathed hard, panting two, then three, then four 
times. "T-tell me," I panted. "Tell me about the ankle 
chains."

Robert laughed. "Oh Bethany, Bethany, Bethany. It's no 
secret. The ankle chains on the left ankle mean that 
you fuck black men only."

I grinned. Then I slurred a long, "Ooohh."

"Do you know what comes next?" he murmured. "Do you 
know what I have to do?"

"I think so," I answered. "You have to--"

"That's right, I have to mark you as mine," Robert 
answered, as he moved ever faster inside me. "Because 
you're mine to mark. Your mother's going to have a baby 
which may or may not be mine, but for a month or so, 
the only man you're going to have is me. Do you 
understand?"

I nodded.

"So when you have that first black baby, we both know 
who the father will be. Won't we?"

My mouth dropped open. "Ba-baby?"

"Mmm-hmm," Robert repeated. "Your baby is going to be 
my baby. Do you understand?"

Once again, I nodded.

"Oh, yes," Robert laughed and his laughter filled me 
with both a trembling delight and a fearful moment of 
anticipation. "It's really very simple. You're going to 
have a baby brother or sister who's half black. And 
Deanna and Joe are gonna have a half black grandbaby. 
Do you understand, Bethany?"

I whimpered. "Oh!"

"Do you understand what I'm saying, Bethany Benton?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Good. I'm glad we got that straight." Suddenly Robert 
started to breathe unbelievably hard, and, as he 
brought himself down closer to me, I could feel a 
throbbing deep inside that matched the panting and 
gasping of his chest. 

"Oh, yes!" he cried out. "There. There we are!" Robert 
grunted a prolonged feverish grunt. "Arrgghh." 

Everything went wet between Robert and me. But it was a 
curious wet. It was a wetness that I could feel, yet 
could not see. It was a stickiness that I knew was 
there, just under the surface. It was an itch that I 
realized only Robert could scratch.

The wetness seeped quickly outward. Please scratch the 
itch once more, I thought. Please!

"It probably won't happen today or even tomorrow," said 
Robert, breathing hard. "But the time will come later 
this month when we'll have to tell Deanna and Joe how 
much their little girl has grown."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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