A white boi’s submission and my liberal mom
After lunch, we went back down stairs and got naked. They both sat on the couch and I squatted in front of the father and started to suck his limp cock, with his wife upstairs. After sucking him off, I went to his son, whose cock was hard and worked on sucking him off as well. When I did suck him off, they had other plans for me. They had me sit on the couch backwards, so my legs were over the back of the couch and they told me to stroke off, directly into my mouth. I really wanted to entertain them, so since I am very trim, running cross country and track, at school, I brought my legs back over my head and positioned my cock about six inches from my mouth and started to stroke off. After a few minutes in that position, I was able to stretch out my legs and suck my cock head, and I did cum in my mouth. I moved my body to a sitting position and showed them my cum in my mouth and swallowed. They were impressed and told me so. I thanked them for saying that. They had a small, older refrigerator back in the corner and the father got me and his son a pop, while he had a beer. The father asked me if I would mind wearing the butt plug, to open my asshole up for them to enjoy me more. I told him to just tell me what to do, not ask me to do it. He ordered me to start wearing the butt plug. I said ‘yes sir’. He asked me what type of lube works for me and I told him K-Y jelly has worked better than anything else. He told me he would purchase some later.
The father asked me about my mom. I told him, she was into the civil rights movement in college and she has a scrapbook from college, showing many of her black friends, women and men. I told him she has told me to treat everyone with respect and be friendly to them. She helped me want to be submissive. That’s why I did not play contact sports and chose running to excel in. I am on track to get a full or partial scholarship if I continue to place in the top groups in the state finals. They both told me how impressive that was. That was very sweet of them both to say, to encourage me. More so than my father, who wanted me to be in contact sports and found track less than manly. I told myself that whatever they want me to do for them, I will do it with a smile and not hold back.
I asked them if they could grant me a favor. They both said “yes”. I begged them not to say the word “N…ER”. I told them my mom did not want me saying it or enjoying hearing it. She said it was very offensive to older black people. They agreed not to say it. I told them I would show them my appreciation for that.
I got dressed and shook both of their hands and thanked them for a wonderful time and lunch. The father told me to knock on the front door, if they were not outside whenever, I wanted to get together again with them. He told me he hoped is was often and smiled. That made me feel very happy.
I could not wait to get my asshole lubed up and ready for them.
Before I left for home, my friend walked me outside and asked me if I was upset when his father called me a faggot earlier. I told him not at all and that I have been called that before. I told him that it is just a reference to a gay person and when I am around him and his father, I am gay. At times, I date girls from high school, which makes me bi-sexual, but they usually give me too much drama. But I told him, “you and your dad have made me feel comfortable and I can be my real self.”
I told him I am envious of the close relationship he and his father have and I respect both of them more than words could express. I am just lucky that they moved into the neighborhood and let me have their friendship. He smiled at me and shook my hand. I could have hugged him right then. I told him that anything they want from me, I will be happy to give both of them.
On my walk home, I reflected on how wonderful yesterday and today were, and how I took the chance and made it happened. Looking at a bare chested black boy, shooting baskets in a white neighborhood, was more of a mirage than real and something I was resolved to have to wait to enjoy, till sometime in college. After taking off, all of my clothes and offering to suck his cock after I lost the next game, was just a chance I took and he accepted the blow job and enjoyed it. Meeting his father today, I was not sure if he would be ok with a “faggot”, performing on both him and his son. He was more than happy to enjoy my oral skills and wanted more. Being told to get my asshole opened up, using my black but plug, it was up to me to make it work and take it to the next level. I could not let them or myself down.
I went home and after dinner, I spent time lubing up the black plug, till it was a sexy shiny black color and eventually twisted the plug into my asshole. I borrowed the lube from my mom’s underwear drawer, hiding under her thong panties. I also took 1 of her pink thong panties. I kept the plug in my asshole until bed time, around 11:00 P. M. I have my own bed room and pulled the plug out of my asshole, with a loud plop sound.
I enjoyed a pleasant night’s sleep, thinking about how happy I tried to make them and how wonderful they were to me. I thought about how I hoped his mom and my mom, would become friends. I thought about some of the kinky things I wanted them to do to me. I also hoped they realized that they were in charge of me, for their own use and pleasure. My pleasure would be in serving them.
In the morning, I went downstairs for breakfast. After breakfast, I had my morning bowl movement and took a worm shower, with some of my mom’s lavender soap and hair jell. After my shower, I lubed up the butt plug and seated it in my asshole, as deep as I could. I put my mom’s pink thong on and admired myself in the mirror. I certainly looked the part of a faggot. I put on my T top, skimpy running shorts and running shoes. On the way out the door, I gave my mom a kiss and ran for a couple of miles, till I stopped at my new friend’s house.
No one was outside, shooting baskets, so I knocked on the front door. His mom answered the door smirking and told me her husband and son were out shopping, but will be back later. She invited me inside and we sat at the kitchen table.
She told me, she overheard her husband and son talking about the “faggot”, pleasuring them. I do not do oral or anal sex, she told me, so she did not have a problem with me providing her husband with that service. She told me she liked me providing her son with sexual relief, so when he starts high school and dates white girls, he does not get them pregnant and we would have to move.
I thanked her for not stopping any of it, but she told me only if I can make sure, my mom understands that her husband is off limits to her. She said she has invested everything in her marriage, not to lose it to the allure of a white women. I told her, my mom and I are best of friends and she would not want to ruin the pleasure I am getting from servicing your men. I promised her, she would never bother her husband. She smiled and thanked me, then she told me to take off my shoes, shirt and shorts. She wanted to “check out what her men were going to enjoy”. When I got down to just the pink thong and black butt plug, I was a little embarrassed but she told me to prance around the living room. She slapped my ass and twisted the plug in my asshole. She went to a closet and told me to put on a pair of high heels, she brought out. She told me I was very sexy.
A car drove up and she told me to go downstairs and wait for her men. I heard a door open and she told them, “your faggot is downstairs, waiting for you”. Jenny’s husband
The father asked me about my mom. I told him, she was into the civil rights movement in college and she has a scrapbook from college, showing many of her black friends, women and men. I told him she has told me to treat everyone with respect and be friendly to them. She helped me want to be submissive. That’s why I did not play contact sports and chose running to excel in. I am on track to get a full or partial scholarship if I continue to place in the top groups in the state finals. They both told me how impressive that was. That was very sweet of them both to say, to encourage me. More so than my father, who wanted me to be in contact sports and found track less than manly. I told myself that whatever they want me to do for them, I will do it with a smile and not hold back.
I asked them if they could grant me a favor. They both said “yes”. I begged them not to say the word “N…ER”. I told them my mom did not want me saying it or enjoying hearing it. She said it was very offensive to older black people. They agreed not to say it. I told them I would show them my appreciation for that.
I got dressed and shook both of their hands and thanked them for a wonderful time and lunch. The father told me to knock on the front door, if they were not outside whenever, I wanted to get together again with them. He told me he hoped is was often and smiled. That made me feel very happy.
I could not wait to get my asshole lubed up and ready for them.
Before I left for home, my friend walked me outside and asked me if I was upset when his father called me a faggot earlier. I told him not at all and that I have been called that before. I told him that it is just a reference to a gay person and when I am around him and his father, I am gay. At times, I date girls from high school, which makes me bi-sexual, but they usually give me too much drama. But I told him, “you and your dad have made me feel comfortable and I can be my real self.”
I told him I am envious of the close relationship he and his father have and I respect both of them more than words could express. I am just lucky that they moved into the neighborhood and let me have their friendship. He smiled at me and shook my hand. I could have hugged him right then. I told him that anything they want from me, I will be happy to give both of them.
On my walk home, I reflected on how wonderful yesterday and today were, and how I took the chance and made it happened. Looking at a bare chested black boy, shooting baskets in a white neighborhood, was more of a mirage than real and something I was resolved to have to wait to enjoy, till sometime in college. After taking off, all of my clothes and offering to suck his cock after I lost the next game, was just a chance I took and he accepted the blow job and enjoyed it. Meeting his father today, I was not sure if he would be ok with a “faggot”, performing on both him and his son. He was more than happy to enjoy my oral skills and wanted more. Being told to get my asshole opened up, using my black but plug, it was up to me to make it work and take it to the next level. I could not let them or myself down.
I went home and after dinner, I spent time lubing up the black plug, till it was a sexy shiny black color and eventually twisted the plug into my asshole. I borrowed the lube from my mom’s underwear drawer, hiding under her thong panties. I also took 1 of her pink thong panties. I kept the plug in my asshole until bed time, around 11:00 P. M. I have my own bed room and pulled the plug out of my asshole, with a loud plop sound.
I enjoyed a pleasant night’s sleep, thinking about how happy I tried to make them and how wonderful they were to me. I thought about how I hoped his mom and my mom, would become friends. I thought about some of the kinky things I wanted them to do to me. I also hoped they realized that they were in charge of me, for their own use and pleasure. My pleasure would be in serving them.
In the morning, I went downstairs for breakfast. After breakfast, I had my morning bowl movement and took a worm shower, with some of my mom’s lavender soap and hair jell. After my shower, I lubed up the butt plug and seated it in my asshole, as deep as I could. I put my mom’s pink thong on and admired myself in the mirror. I certainly looked the part of a faggot. I put on my T top, skimpy running shorts and running shoes. On the way out the door, I gave my mom a kiss and ran for a couple of miles, till I stopped at my new friend’s house.
No one was outside, shooting baskets, so I knocked on the front door. His mom answered the door smirking and told me her husband and son were out shopping, but will be back later. She invited me inside and we sat at the kitchen table.
She told me, she overheard her husband and son talking about the “faggot”, pleasuring them. I do not do oral or anal sex, she told me, so she did not have a problem with me providing her husband with that service. She told me she liked me providing her son with sexual relief, so when he starts high school and dates white girls, he does not get them pregnant and we would have to move.
I thanked her for not stopping any of it, but she told me only if I can make sure, my mom understands that her husband is off limits to her. She said she has invested everything in her marriage, not to lose it to the allure of a white women. I told her, my mom and I are best of friends and she would not want to ruin the pleasure I am getting from servicing your men. I promised her, she would never bother her husband. She smiled and thanked me, then she told me to take off my shoes, shirt and shorts. She wanted to “check out what her men were going to enjoy”. When I got down to just the pink thong and black butt plug, I was a little embarrassed but she told me to prance around the living room. She slapped my ass and twisted the plug in my asshole. She went to a closet and told me to put on a pair of high heels, she brought out. She told me I was very sexy.
A car drove up and she told me to go downstairs and wait for her men. I heard a door open and she told them, “your faggot is downstairs, waiting for you”. Jenny’s husband
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