A White Boi’s Submission, when the 2 mom’s meet
When I got home for dinner, I washed my hands and went in the kitchen and gave my mom a kiss. I asked her if we could go outside, away from my father, after dessert and talk. She told me of course. After dessert, I cleaned the dishes then met her on the patio.
She told me she was bringing her college scrapbook with the brownies she made, to my new friends house, when she meets his mom tomorrow. She wants her to know, she has had black friends since college. I told my mom, that in her first year of college, his mom had a black boyfriend, who she was serious about, taken away from her by a slutty white girl, who only wanted him for a few weeks, then cast him off, for another black boy. He said she was devastated and has resented mostly the white pretty women ever since. I told my mom, that she is very trim and my new friend’s dad is very handsome and very black and his mom would be concerned that you might have thoughts abought getting together with her husband.
I told my mom, that I like my new friend, more than I can explain and I like his mom and dad a lot and they like me and I do not want her to spoil it for me. I reminded her that I have dropped her off at motel’s and picked her up when she called me to get her after she has had her fun, on days my father was out of town on business trips. She blushed a little and told me she would never interfere with my happiness and she told me she loves me and that my father is not the loving man she married and she appreciates me helping her with her needs. She asked me to tell her how I would want her to act, when she meets them. I told her to be her sweet self with my new friend and his mom, but with her husband, she needed to be disinterested in him in any sexual way. She understood and asked me if we were still OK with our secret about her meeting other men, when my father goes out of town. I told her yes, that I would never betray her and I do understand needs even more now, because of my new friend. I mentioned to her, that she had my father help get me a learner’s permit, at 15 years old to drive her to and from the stores. I kept quiet about the other reason she needed me to drive her. We smiled that special smile at each other.
Before bedtime, I took the butt plug out and went to bed. During the night, I thought about how my new friend lost his virginity, while he was deep in my asshole. But I was saddened by the thought that he was not the first black man to fuck my asshole. His father was. I would have been more happy, to remember him, rather than his father, being the first black man in me. I had a few tears, before falling back to sleep.
In the morning, my mom made me pancakes as a way to tell me she understood. After pancakes, I gave her a kiss on the lips telling her I was very happy. I then had my morning bowl movement and a shower. I put my plug back in. I put my running clothes on and went for a morning run, after giving my mom, another kiss.
I ran by my friend’s house and knocked on the back door. His mom answered the door and I asked her if I could talk to her son. I told her that my mom would not be a problem. She smiled at me and called to her son. When he appeared, we stepped out to the sidewalk and I told him I was sorry. He looked puzzled and asked me why. I told him because he was not the first 1 to fuck me yesterday, but his dad was. He noticed the tears on my cheek and whipped them away and told me he was happy how it all worked out and thanked me for making, him and his dad so happy. He said he was too nervous to care about being first, just happy he lost his virginity. By him saying that, it made me realize I was over thinking what happened.
I asked him did they want me to wear a thong when I came over with my mom later? If yes, what color? He went and checked with his mom and she said yes and have it in brown. I told him thanks and went off on my run.
When I got home, I went upstairs to my parent’s bedroom and took a light brown thong from my mom’s dresser drawer, into my bedroom and put it on over my plug. I was a properly dressed faggot and I was very happy. I went downstairs and my mom handed me the tray of brownies and she had her college scrapbook.
My father was there and he asked us, “where are my 2 girls going?” He enjoyed demeaning me, when he got the chance. My mother told him, “welcoming the new black family, at the end of the street”. I smiled back at him, when he told her “not to invite them here, when he was home.”
We went to my friend’s home and I knocked on the front door. My friend opened the door and let us in, as I introduced my mom to him. She told me “he is a handsome young man”, as I smiled at him. His mom came over and I introduced my mom to her. I handed her the brownies. His father came over to us and I introduced him to my mom. She shook his hand and kept looking at my friends mom smiling. They went to the dining room table and his mom had her own scrapbook to show off.
My friend told the moms that we were headed downstairs and my mom told us to have fun. Except my mom, we all giggled, but she gave me a knowing smile. At the landing, my friend told me to take off all my clothes, except the butt plug and the thong. He handed me a pair of his mom’s high heels and told me to put them on. He told me to wait for his mom on the landing. I heard his mom excuse herself and came down to the landing. She grabbed the dog collar that was hanging from a hook and showed me the name, etched into the metal name tag. It said “faggot”. My cock was getting stiff. She put the collar on me and told me to go downstairs to her son and husband and enjoy myself.
In high heels, I was glad there was a hand rail, to hold on to, as I walked down to the basement. My 2 black men were naked, only wearing shoes, waiting for me, with their beautiful black cocks pointing out at me. My friend’s dad told me to, “get my cock-eating ass over to them and start sucking”. I squatted down in front of them and held both of their cockheads open and they both looked like, they were smiling at me. I licked out the wetness inside of their mouths. Then I kissed their cockheads and started sucking their cocks, back and forth. I was spending more time on my friends cock, just because I liked him so much. His dad wanted more, so he grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I knew, if I was going to give my friend a quality blow job, I would need to get his dad to cum, as fast as I could. I wet my finger and started rubbing his asshole, while I was sucking his cock. As excited as he was, it did not take him long to cum down my throat, but because he cum down my throat, I did not have much cum in my mouth to show him, when I opened my mouth.
I then started giving his son, the best blowjob I could. I was where I wanted to be and doing something very personal for me. It made it even better, knowing my mom was upstairs, talking to my friend’s mom, while I was sucking his cock. It was the boldest thing, I had done so far and I was very proud of myself. His dad told him, that I was sucking his cock like, “I was making love to his cock”. Thinking about it, the way I felt about him, I was loving his cock. After spending a lot of time on his cock, I wanted him to unload a large amount of cum in my mouth, to show his dad how much more of his cum was in my mouth, compared to his. I wet my finger and rubbed my friends asshole and he unloaded a lot of cum in my mouth, in less than a minute. I opened my mouth to show his dad how much cum was in my mouth, then showed my friend his cum, then I swallowed it. My friend has a big smile on his face. I had goosebumps on my arms, I was so satisfied with myself.
His dad got us all cold pops from the fridge in the basement. We sat on the couch, with me in the middle, while the father was telling us about the white faggot he enjoyed while he was in college. He told me that his faggot, had some limits on what he would do. He said, I was much more fun than his faggot and that his son should keep enjoying me, as long as they were living there. I was very humbled and thanked him for saying that.
After being off work for several days when they moved here, his dad had to report to work that afternoon shift, as he worked for 1 of the Big 3 auto companies and had the chance to stay there for at least 2 years, so his son could go to the same high school until he graduated and went to college. He was a time study expert and he would analyze times it took to do different jobs in a factory and make recommendations on how to make it more efficient. He got dressed and left for his job.
My friend and I were playing ping pong, when his mother came to the landing and asked me if I was ready for my toss salad as she had bought me the French dressing I said I liked. Jenny’s husband.
She told me she was bringing her college scrapbook with the brownies she made, to my new friends house, when she meets his mom tomorrow. She wants her to know, she has had black friends since college. I told my mom, that in her first year of college, his mom had a black boyfriend, who she was serious about, taken away from her by a slutty white girl, who only wanted him for a few weeks, then cast him off, for another black boy. He said she was devastated and has resented mostly the white pretty women ever since. I told my mom, that she is very trim and my new friend’s dad is very handsome and very black and his mom would be concerned that you might have thoughts abought getting together with her husband.
I told my mom, that I like my new friend, more than I can explain and I like his mom and dad a lot and they like me and I do not want her to spoil it for me. I reminded her that I have dropped her off at motel’s and picked her up when she called me to get her after she has had her fun, on days my father was out of town on business trips. She blushed a little and told me she would never interfere with my happiness and she told me she loves me and that my father is not the loving man she married and she appreciates me helping her with her needs. She asked me to tell her how I would want her to act, when she meets them. I told her to be her sweet self with my new friend and his mom, but with her husband, she needed to be disinterested in him in any sexual way. She understood and asked me if we were still OK with our secret about her meeting other men, when my father goes out of town. I told her yes, that I would never betray her and I do understand needs even more now, because of my new friend. I mentioned to her, that she had my father help get me a learner’s permit, at 15 years old to drive her to and from the stores. I kept quiet about the other reason she needed me to drive her. We smiled that special smile at each other.
Before bedtime, I took the butt plug out and went to bed. During the night, I thought about how my new friend lost his virginity, while he was deep in my asshole. But I was saddened by the thought that he was not the first black man to fuck my asshole. His father was. I would have been more happy, to remember him, rather than his father, being the first black man in me. I had a few tears, before falling back to sleep.
In the morning, my mom made me pancakes as a way to tell me she understood. After pancakes, I gave her a kiss on the lips telling her I was very happy. I then had my morning bowl movement and a shower. I put my plug back in. I put my running clothes on and went for a morning run, after giving my mom, another kiss.
I ran by my friend’s house and knocked on the back door. His mom answered the door and I asked her if I could talk to her son. I told her that my mom would not be a problem. She smiled at me and called to her son. When he appeared, we stepped out to the sidewalk and I told him I was sorry. He looked puzzled and asked me why. I told him because he was not the first 1 to fuck me yesterday, but his dad was. He noticed the tears on my cheek and whipped them away and told me he was happy how it all worked out and thanked me for making, him and his dad so happy. He said he was too nervous to care about being first, just happy he lost his virginity. By him saying that, it made me realize I was over thinking what happened.
I asked him did they want me to wear a thong when I came over with my mom later? If yes, what color? He went and checked with his mom and she said yes and have it in brown. I told him thanks and went off on my run.
When I got home, I went upstairs to my parent’s bedroom and took a light brown thong from my mom’s dresser drawer, into my bedroom and put it on over my plug. I was a properly dressed faggot and I was very happy. I went downstairs and my mom handed me the tray of brownies and she had her college scrapbook.
My father was there and he asked us, “where are my 2 girls going?” He enjoyed demeaning me, when he got the chance. My mother told him, “welcoming the new black family, at the end of the street”. I smiled back at him, when he told her “not to invite them here, when he was home.”
We went to my friend’s home and I knocked on the front door. My friend opened the door and let us in, as I introduced my mom to him. She told me “he is a handsome young man”, as I smiled at him. His mom came over and I introduced my mom to her. I handed her the brownies. His father came over to us and I introduced him to my mom. She shook his hand and kept looking at my friends mom smiling. They went to the dining room table and his mom had her own scrapbook to show off.
My friend told the moms that we were headed downstairs and my mom told us to have fun. Except my mom, we all giggled, but she gave me a knowing smile. At the landing, my friend told me to take off all my clothes, except the butt plug and the thong. He handed me a pair of his mom’s high heels and told me to put them on. He told me to wait for his mom on the landing. I heard his mom excuse herself and came down to the landing. She grabbed the dog collar that was hanging from a hook and showed me the name, etched into the metal name tag. It said “faggot”. My cock was getting stiff. She put the collar on me and told me to go downstairs to her son and husband and enjoy myself.
In high heels, I was glad there was a hand rail, to hold on to, as I walked down to the basement. My 2 black men were naked, only wearing shoes, waiting for me, with their beautiful black cocks pointing out at me. My friend’s dad told me to, “get my cock-eating ass over to them and start sucking”. I squatted down in front of them and held both of their cockheads open and they both looked like, they were smiling at me. I licked out the wetness inside of their mouths. Then I kissed their cockheads and started sucking their cocks, back and forth. I was spending more time on my friends cock, just because I liked him so much. His dad wanted more, so he grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I knew, if I was going to give my friend a quality blow job, I would need to get his dad to cum, as fast as I could. I wet my finger and started rubbing his asshole, while I was sucking his cock. As excited as he was, it did not take him long to cum down my throat, but because he cum down my throat, I did not have much cum in my mouth to show him, when I opened my mouth.
I then started giving his son, the best blowjob I could. I was where I wanted to be and doing something very personal for me. It made it even better, knowing my mom was upstairs, talking to my friend’s mom, while I was sucking his cock. It was the boldest thing, I had done so far and I was very proud of myself. His dad told him, that I was sucking his cock like, “I was making love to his cock”. Thinking about it, the way I felt about him, I was loving his cock. After spending a lot of time on his cock, I wanted him to unload a large amount of cum in my mouth, to show his dad how much more of his cum was in my mouth, compared to his. I wet my finger and rubbed my friends asshole and he unloaded a lot of cum in my mouth, in less than a minute. I opened my mouth to show his dad how much cum was in my mouth, then showed my friend his cum, then I swallowed it. My friend has a big smile on his face. I had goosebumps on my arms, I was so satisfied with myself.
His dad got us all cold pops from the fridge in the basement. We sat on the couch, with me in the middle, while the father was telling us about the white faggot he enjoyed while he was in college. He told me that his faggot, had some limits on what he would do. He said, I was much more fun than his faggot and that his son should keep enjoying me, as long as they were living there. I was very humbled and thanked him for saying that.
After being off work for several days when they moved here, his dad had to report to work that afternoon shift, as he worked for 1 of the Big 3 auto companies and had the chance to stay there for at least 2 years, so his son could go to the same high school until he graduated and went to college. He was a time study expert and he would analyze times it took to do different jobs in a factory and make recommendations on how to make it more efficient. He got dressed and left for his job.
My friend and I were playing ping pong, when his mother came to the landing and asked me if I was ready for my toss salad as she had bought me the French dressing I said I liked. Jenny’s husband.
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