                             But Mom!
                         An Erotic Story

     I watched Big Mike approach my 12 year old little girl.  His 
8-inch prick was drooling pre-cum at the very thought of sinking 
into such a luscious little white "piece."
     "But Mom!" exclaimed Lisa, when she saw just who was 
approaching her, "he's a NIGGER!"  She still didn't disobey me by 
closing her legs, but I was annoyed anyway.
     "Lisa Marie!" I scolded, "Now that's not very nice!  Mister 
Jenkins is a very nice man, who just happens to be black.  Now I 
want you to apologize to Mike for what you just called him."  I 
motioned the big naked black man, who had paused at the 
unexpected outburst with a disappointed look on his face, to move 
closer to my daughter, until the tip of his bloated penis was 
dribbling gooey pre-cum into the folds of the cute little girl's 
widely spread pussy lips.
     "I'm sorry I called you a nigger, Mister Jenkins," said 
Lisa, still staring with some fright at the enormous member 
poised at the puffy entrance to her tiny little crack.
     "Properly!" I scolded her.  "You know how."
     "Yes Momma," sighed the sexy little 12-year-old; spreading 
her legs even farther apart; while lifting her hips so that the 
swollen black head of the man's bare penis slipped inside her 
nubile young body with an obscene slurp.
     "All the way," I insisted, "You want to take Mister Jenkins 
all the way up inside you and squeeze him real tight, so your 
vagina makes his prick feel especially nice, after calling him a 
nasty name like that!"
     "But Mom," objected Lisa, obediently squirming lower, so 
that inch after inch of thick black cock slid slowly into her 
obscenely stretched little slit, "what if he 'cums' inside me?"
     "That's the whole idea,"  I chided her, as the strain on 
Mike's face showed that he was fighting to keep from doing just 
that.  Either he had never been in a girl as young and tight as 
Lisa before, or the thought of squirting his sperm in this cute 
little white chick was extremely exciting to him.  Possibly both.  
"You're SUPPOSED to make a man cum in you, if you're trying to be 
nice to him," I reminded my daughter.  By now, the thick black 
cylinder had vanished completely into my daughter's squirming 
body, and I knew it wouldn't be long before it would be squirting 
jet after thick white jet of the Negro's baby-making cum right up 
inside my little girl's unprotected young womb.  It seems that 
Lisa was aware of this too.
     "But Mom!" she objected again, "I might get pregnant!"
     "Oh, I suppose you're right," I said, to Mike's obvious 
disappointment.  "Well, I'm sure Mike is a nice guy, and would 
pull out before he does, if you ask him nicely."  This looked to 
be actually true; but I wondered if the big guy was actually 
capable of pulling more than half an inch of thick black prick 
out of the little girl's tight little cunny, without squirting my 
daughter's vagina half-full of baby-juice anyway.





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     "But Mom!" (I was getting tired of the "But Mom" stuff.) 
"What NOW?" I asked impatiently.
     "Momma!  He's probably leaking his sperm inside me right 
now!"  Even while objecting, I could see that my daughter was 
doing her job correctly; sliding back and forth an inch or two at 
a time, while milking the thick black prick filling her vagina 
with her internal muscles.  Lisa knew better than to stop 
fucking, once a man had his prick buried up inside her tight 
little crack.
     By now, the little girl had almost vanished under the big 
man.  Only two bare legs wrapped around him, and two white arms 
pulling the bunching black ass into her body, showed in stark 
contrast to Mike's coal-black skin; as he almost completely 
covered the little girl; thrusting mightily into the child's 
wide-spread crotch.
     I thought about it.  "You're probably right," I said.  Big 
Mike looked VERY disappointed, until I continued, "So there's not 
much point in having him pulling out, is there?"  I motioned to 
Mike to continue fucking the little girl.  Obediently the big 
black man slid his thick prick out about two inches then pushed 
it back in, until my daughter's cunny-lips were spread obscenely 
around the base, and I knew he was leaking pre-cum and sperm into 
the barely pubescent little girl's sucking young womb.
     "But Mom!  I could have a B-B-Black B-B-B-baby!"  Lisa was 
almost sobbing now.
     That was an understatement.  Mike was one of the biggest, 
and positively the BLACKEST man I ever saw.  If any offspring 
resulted from this coupling, then Lisa's schoolmates would 
certainly have no doubts about the race of the man the little 
sixth-grader had been fucking nine months earlier.  I mused about 
the nice contrast a black baby would make against Lisa's creamy 
white skin, when she nursed the baby in class.
     "Well, we can't be sure of that," I said, as I watched Big 
Mike's thrusting into the little girl become almost violent.  
Lisa Marie was doing it right, even through her objections; 
working just as hard to make it feel good for her black lover as 
he was, by squirming around and thrusting her hips at him, while 
her tight little baby-hole milked and squeezed on the fat black 
prick throbbing in her creamy smooth belly.  I was really quite 
proud of my little girl.  "Still, your period is a little over 
two weeks away," I said, as I watched Mike suddenly stiffen, and 
jam his thick prick to the root in my daughter's 12 year old 
belly, "and I'm sure that Mike would be willing to come back 
tomorrow and the next few days, so that we can be sure you do.  
Wouldn't you Mike?"
     Mike was too busy spasming the pre-teen's hungry little womb 
full of his thick greasy cum, to answer for a moment.  Only when 
the huge black man had left every drop of his potent baby-making 
sperm as far up inside my daughter's tight little slit as he 
could, did he catch his breath enough to answer.  "Yes, Miz 
Adams," he panted, "I wouldn't mind doing that at all."






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     "But Mom." Lisa Marie's objection was weaker now.  After 
all, the damage had probably already been done.  Even as she 
spoke, the man's seed was oozing into the nubile young girl's 
belly; and millions of his vigorous black sperm were seeking 
refuge in the 12 year old little girl's fertile young womb.  I 
almost climaxed myself, at the very thought.
     "Yes," I thought, "a black baby would make a nice contrast 
with my daughter's pale white skin."  I couldn't wait to see the 
little girl climbing on the school-bus, with her cute little 
tummy all swollen and distorted from her black lover's baby 
kicking and squirming inside her womb.  I reminded myself to pick 
out some short little dresses for Lisa to wear, along with some 
stretchy T-shirts that carried signs like, "under construction," 
and, "baby on-board," to emphasize the child's pregnancy, once 
the youngster started getting big enough to show.
     Thinking of my little girl as an unwed-mother with a BLACK 
baby, was such a turn-on.  "Boy, THIS ought to get the goat of 
those sanctimonious, racist bastards," I thought, with a giggle.  
I had yet another chuckle, when I remembered the way my mother 
and I had scandalized the neighbors with the T-shirt she had ME 
wear, when I was pregnant with Lisa.  Heh, heh, heh.  "Daddy's 
Baby," indeed!  Of course, nobody had really BELIEVED that; but 
with Lisa Marie, there would be absolutely NO doubt what race the 
father of HER baby was.  I wondered if the scandal would make the 
papers.  God I hoped so.  Those bigoted, hypocritical, holier-
than-thou assholes needed SOMETHING to shake them up!
     I got so pissed the other week, when my neighbor tried to 
get me to sign a petition, trying to stop a colored couple from 
buying a house down the street.  And THIS hypocrite, was the same 
guy who had rented THREE "black on white" videos two days before, 
from the store where I work.  Jerks like that need their noses 
rubbed in the "facts of life."
     Well, Lisa Marie with a black baby, ought to help do it.  My 
daughter and I had already agreed that she was going to FLAUNT 
her pregnancy too, just like I had at her age.  I shivered with 
glee, as I thought about how many tongues would wag when my 
little girl's baby turned out to be black.  An unwed, barely 
pubescent little white girl with a big belly, and then having a 
black baby on top of it.  Boy, this was going to be fun!  No WAY 
would the gossips in town be able to let THIS go by.  And of 
course, I would scandalize them even MORE, when I didn't ask or 
even seem to CARE who the father was.  Heh, heh, heh.  With my 
daughter's help, I could REALLY pull the noses of the "blue 
bloods" around here, who place so much emphasis on "proper 
breeding".
     Thinking of which:  While I had been daydreaming, Big Mike 
had almost finished "breeding" my little girl.  His frantic 
thrusts had finally slowed, and for a minute he just rested 
there, with his thick black prick still buried to the root in 
Lisa's widely stretched little cunny; leaking the last sticky 
drops of his potent baby-making cum into the pre-adolescent 
child's barely mature uterus; his coal-black body making a 
pleasing study in light and dark next to Lisa's creamy white 
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     "What a lovely couple," I thought.  It's too bad that Mike 
couldn't stick around long enough to father several children on 
the little girl, and maybe even marry her.  On the other hand, if 
she was married, even to a black man, then it wouldn't be quite 
so obscene, would it?  Besides, I didn't REALLY want my daughter 
to have two babies by the same father, did I?  It would be a 
shame to limit the little girl to having only one man sire her 
children; or even one race, for that matter.
     I thought about it some more. . . A black baby, then a white 
one, then maybe a yellow one with slanted eyes. . . All out of 
wedlock, of course.  And all with no indication that I knew or 
even cared who the fathers were.  Well. . . Maybe one of them.  I 
wondered how Lisa would look in the old T-shirt I had worn when I 
was pregnant at her age.  Still, with any luck at all, Lisa could 
have four or five kids by as many different fathers before she 
even got out of grade-school.  Of course, what would be REALLY 
cute, would be if my daughter had twins; one black, and one 
white.  Then everybody would know she had been fucking two 
different men at the same time.  <sigh>  What a sexy idea.
     I watched as the big man slowly withdrew his white-streaked 
prick from my daughter's belly.  I was elated to see that Lisa's 
tight little hole had stripped yet another thick sticky drop of 
sperm out of his prick, when he pulled out.  "See this," I told 
my daughter; lifting Mike's still 3/4 hard penis up, so she could 
see the big white blob oozing from the tip, in stark contrast to 
the black knob on the end.  "That's the stuff that makes babies 
in little girls, when they aren't careful."
     I turned to Mike, as I fit the still-drooling tip back up 
against my daughter's hole.  "Now you slip that big nasty thing 
back up inside my little girl's baby-hole where it belongs, so 
all those cute little tadpoles will have their chance to make a 
baby in her," I prompted him.
     "Yes Miz Adams," he replied; sliding his cum-dripping penis 
in to the hilt, back up inside my daughter's belly.  Lisa was too 
surprised to object; her mouth hanging open in shock.  I watched 
with satisfaction, as this time Mike left his thick black prick 
buried inside my little girl's tight little tummy, until it grew 
too limp to stay inside her any more.  A big gooey mess formed in 
my daughter's crotch, when he finally pulled out.
     "Now you just lie here, and let his sperm soak into your 
womb," I instructed Lisa; shifting a pillow underneath her cute 
little butt, while Big Mike got dressed.  "I'll have Mister 
Jenkins come back tomorrow, to make sure you caught; OK?"
     "But Mom!"  ("Geesh!  Doesn't the kid have anything ELSE to 
say?" I wondered.)  "Does that mean I can keep on fucking him, 
until I do?" asked Lisa.
     "Well of COURSE dear," I answered.  "Why?  Do you think I 
would interfere with your sex-life, or something?"
     Lisa giggled at the very idea, and after a bit, so did I.
     Big Mike was halfway out the door, but we still heard his 
coarse guffaw, when he finally caught on.  Mike is a REALLY nice 
guy.





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