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Black House Guest
by Brenda (brendazyx@yahoo.com)

***

There are times when a married white woman meets a 
black man and she has that feeling that she needs to 
cheat. I met a young black man that I found to be very 
desirable and he found me to be the same. (MF, oral, 
wife, cheat, intr)

***

PART 1

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. 

(Brendazyx@yahoo.com)

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