Incest/Taboo Taking Mommy's Place

I went back to my video, which was paused. The girl (me) was licking the length of the black guy's (Lewis') cock, then nosing and sucking at his nuts. She licked them, then took the head of his cock in her mouth, her eyes locked on his. His eyes closed with the pleasure that she was giving him.

My feet were on the computer table, my legs spread, my hand busily playing with my clit and pussy. The other hand was massaging my breasts. I moaned, repeatedly when she did something that I wished I was doing.

I was needing to cum, already. I could feel my body insistently driving me toward it.

My fucking cellphone rang!

Shit, it was Lewis. "Hello." I was breathless, my pussy tingling, and even more so, against my will, now that I was actually on the phone with the object of my lust.

"Hey, baby. You thinking about me?" he asked sensuously.

Fuck. Hell yes, I am. "Why would I be thinking about you, Lewis?"

"Because I have what you need, Baby. Can I call you Baby?"

I was silent. I touched my pussy. I could cum so easily. I wished that he would just talk to me and just let me play with myself while listening to him. Shit, he could talk about anything. That voice would do it.

"Pamela, you there, Baby?"

"Yes. I was about to fall asleep," I lied.

"Want me to talk you to sleep, Baby?" His voice was so soft and sexy. I loved the sound of it and its deep, sonorous timbre was making every cell in my body hum with fuck-lust.

"Okay."

"Can I call you, Baby, Pamela?"

Fuck, I felt like I was being possessed.

"Baby?"

"Yes. It's okay. But not at school, okay?" Was I crazy??

"Word. I like that I can call you that, Baby. It lets me know that you're mine, at least in your mind. Isn't that right?"

"Lewis. Don't say that," I whispered, feeling as though my body was going to betray me. If I had an orgasm, he would surely know.

"Baby, I know you want me." He paused. "Don't you? Baby?"

"Lewis. Yes. Okay?"

"That's better, Baby. Now we're being honest. Tell me again."

"Tell you what, Lewis? I said what you wanted. Please stop," I begged.

"Tell me that you're mine, in your mind. Tell me, Baby," he said insistently.

"Just in my mind," I whispered. "Please, Lewis."

"Tell me what you have thought about, Baby," he urged.

"No, Lewis. I can't. I won't."

"Then I'll tell you what I've been thinking, Baby. That be okay?" he said in that whispery, sensuous voice.

"Yes. You can tell me," I said, hating my weakness, knowing that I was defeated.

"I been thinking about showing you how good my big black cock feel in your lily white cunt."

FUCK. I dared not touch myself. I felt like my entire body was being exposed to electric current. I got up from the computer. Fuck porn. Lewis was ever so much more a turn on than any porn. He was the real thing and he wanted me so badly that I knew I could make him beg... but I knew I wouldn't. I went to the bed and lay down, the phone held to my ear. If only he knew how naked and turned on I was!

"Baby, what are you thinking?" he asked after a pause..

"What else have you been thinking?" I croaked.

"I want to know what your pretty mouth feels like on my big black cock, Baby. Does that sound good to you?"

I swallowed. I didn't trust myself to even talk.

"Baby, have you ever imagined sucking a big black cock?" he whispered. "My cock is so hard for you right now, Baby!" he said a little louder.

"Yes," I answered, gasping for breath.

"You've thought about sucking a big black cock, Baby?" he repeated.

"Yes," I managed to say, a bit louder.

"Mine?" he whispered. That voice. Fuck, I wish I had a recording of him. I could just masturbate listening to him.

"Of course, yours," I admitted, knowing that I was on the verge of going beyond the point of no return.

"Tell me what you want, Pamela. Don't be scared. We just talkin. We just being honest - just bein frens. Tell Lewis what you like."

"Lewis, please. I can't talk like that. Just talk to me. Don't make me say things," I whimpered, my voice cracking.

"Pamela, I like you. You sexy. I just want to fantasize about what it would be like. Just tell old Lewis what you really like, Baby."

My chest was heaving. My breasts felt swollen and my nipples were as hard as pebbles. Lewis was possessing me and I was loving it. "I want you to suck my breasts," I whispered, doubting that he could even hear me.

"Say what, Baby?" he said, his voice so soothing, so fucking sexy. "I can't hear you. Tell me what you want, Pamela."

I swallowed and closed my eyes. I touched my clit lightly, then pinched my nipples, in turn. I could hear his breathing. "I want you to suck my tits!" I gasped.

"Now we talkin, Baby," he said. "Now you bein honest with old Lewis. What you be wearin for me, Baby?"

"You mean now?" I asked. "Or... what?"

"Let's start with now, Baby. I want to picture you right now. How are you dressed?"

Fuck, did he take lessons to sound sexy or had he been listening to Barry White sing, or what? Obviously I couldn't tell him that I was naked.

"Pamela. Tell me. Now. Tell me what you're wearing and where you are."

"I'm in my bedroom. I told you I was about to take a nap. I'm lying in bed," I informed him, becoming a little less nervous.

"Where is your bedroom in your house, Baby? I want to picture where you sleep. Are you there now?"

"My bedroom is upstairs, the only room on the right. I am in my bedroom, now, and I'm alone. All night." What was wrong with me? Didn't I realize that that sounded like an invitation? No, of course not. He had teased me. He deserved to be teased back.

"What are you wearing, Baby? Would I like it?" he asked.

"I'm naked. I think you might like it, but I'm not positive." Fuck, Pamela, are you crazy? Why would you tell him that?

"Baby, unlock your back door."

"No, Lewis. No. We are just talking," I said, suddenly realizing that I had led him on too much.

"Baby, I can be at your house in 20 minutes. If the back door is locked, I will go back home and I won't bring this up again." He hung up.

Fuck! What had I done? He was coming over here! I knew the back door, and every door, was locked. I would just stay where I was, stay quiet, and not even go downstairs until I knew he was gone. Or, I could just leave. Yes! I got up and found some panties and a bra, put them on, then grabbed my jeans, but changed my mind.

Then I sat on the bed. My body was still on fire. I knew I could not do this, but I couldn't keep it from playing out in my mind. I had never done anything that was this dangerous. I didn't even know anything about him. That settled it. No way I was doing this.

I stayed upstairs, waiting and listening. I looked at the clock. It was about 5 minutes before the time he would supposedly arrive. Like a zombie I made my way down the stairs, dressed in my panties and bra. I walked to the backdoor, verified that it was, indeed, locked. I stared at it, biting my lower lip. I knew that he was just teasing - wasn't he? - no way he would dare come to my house. Surely he was not that brazen! I reached and unlocked the door, the sense of "what if" turning me on, even more. I knew that my orgasm, later, as I imagined him coming to my house, would be intensified.

I went upstairs, removed my bra and panties and lay down on my bed. I closed my eyes for a few minutes and imagined Lewis entering my bedroom. I touched my clit and tweaked a nipple.

"Baby, you the sexiest thing I ever saw," I heard Lewis say.

I opened my eyes and Lewis was standing next to my bed, gazing at my body. I froze in terror, lying completely naked before this young black man. I knew I had played a dangerous game and lost. This was insane. He could hurt me - even kill me. He sat on the edge of the bed and touched my tummy, stroking it and then looking in my eyes.

My breathing was ragged - my chest was rapidly rising and falling. It struck me that my terrorized breathing probably accentuated my breasts and made them even more desirable in his eyes. Lewis' eyes roved over my body, though he just continued stroking my tummy very tenderly. I felt more naked than I had ever felt but I felt powerless to cover myself - after all, it was way too late for that.

Lewis leaned forward and kissed my lips, very softly. "You beautiful, Baby," he whispered in that resonant, beautiful voice.

"I'm so scared, Lewis," I managed. "I didn't believe you would really come. I thought we were just playing," I whimpered.

Lewis was dressed in his usual baggy basketball shorts and jersey. He smelled good, freshly showered. He walked to the other side of my room and picked up my easy chair in which I usually sat to study. He easily carried it to the foot of my bed and sat down, facing me, looking at my nakedness.

I didn't know what to do. Should I cover up? What? He was just staring at my body, his eyes searching out every curve.

"Damn, girl, I ain't never seen a better body on a girl," he finally said. "Come here," he ordered.

As if programmed to do so, I got up and went to him. Facing him, I straddled him and we looked into each other's eyes. I could feel his hardness, under his shorts, between my legs. My knees and calves were on either side of him, lodged between the arms of the chair and his hips. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me. It was sweet. He tasted good - fresh, as if he had been chewing mint-flavored gum. I put my hands on his face, freshly shaved, smooth - and kissed his lips, cheeks, eyelids. His after-shave, or cologne, had a delicate odor - cedar, maybe. Even his hair smelled good. This was a man who took care of himself, who cleaned himself up - and my assumption was that he did it for me.

I gathered the bottom of his jersey in my hands and pulled it up, over his lean, six-pack abs. He pulled it over his head and lay it in the floor. His pectoral muscles were well defined, yet lean. I stroked his nipples, looking at his upper body, admiring him, then back into his eyes. He was so calm. This was not his first rodeo, I mused, and a spark of jealousy ran through me.

"You knew I was coming, didn't you, Baby?" he whispered as I stroked his chest, his face, his neck.

I averted my eyes and nodded, then looked quickly into his eyes to see his reaction.

"You knew I wasn't just teasing you, Baby. You wanted me to come to your bed, didn't you, Pamela?"

"Yes," I whispered as I leaned forward and stuck my tongue in his ear. "I knew you would come."

His hands moved up my side and then onto my breasts. FUCK, it felt so good, as if nobody had ever touched them before. He squeezed them gently, then tweaked the nipples. I moaned, involuntarily. He leaned forward and licked my nipple. OH MY! Then the other one. His eyes were glued to my face as he began to suckle one of them, swirling his tongue around it, while pinching the other one. Then he did the same for the other one.

"Ohhhhh," I groaned. "That's just what I needed. It feels so good, Lewis. It feels wonderful!" I panted.

His organ felt like it had grown and stiffened as he continued to suckle and lick my breasts, all the while holding them in his hands, massaging them gently. I was constrained by the way we were sitting, but my lower body tried to push itself toward his crotch. I didn't want to rush anything, though.

His ministrations of my breasts were fantastic and I never wanted it to end. I loved getting my breasts sucked and he was an expert. It was so obvious that he was intent on pleasing me.

I threw my head back, thrusting my breasts at him. I stroked the back of his head and pulled him tighter to me. I was on fire. This man owned me. He could do anything to me. I didn't care at this point. I trusted him now. I knew he was going to take care of me. He became more frenzied, sucking harder and biting my nipples, harder than they had ever been bitten before.

"Lewis, that hurts, Baby," I gasped, when he bit a little too hard.

He stopped and kissed it, then licked it. Fuck it felt so gooood. "Do it again, Baby," I said. "Bite it again."

He did so. "Ouch!" I said. Then he licked it again and sucked it gently.

"Bite the other one, please?" I gasped.

He complied and, when I yelped again, he licked it, kissed it, sucked it. OH FUCK, it was wonderful!

Suddenly he stood, easily picking me up, then setting me on the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me, expectantly, his stomach eye level with me. I grasped the top of his shorts and, mimicking what I had seen on the porn movie, slowly worked them down, grasping his tumescent member through the cloth - - then I pulled and it sprang out like a snake striking. He was no Julio Lopez, which is actually a blessing, and it wasn't even as long as either my Dad's or my brother's - but FUCK, it was THICK. He was not fully hard, but it was HUGE. I suppose the heart can't pump enough blood to keep something that large engorged enough to keep it hard. That's my theory.

Lewis grasped it in one hand, proudly. I could see that arrogant look on his face, but I certainly didn't give a shit at that point in time. He held it out toward me, as if showing it off. I certainly didn't blame him.

"Ever had one this big, Baby?" he asked.

I took it in my hand, realizing that my hand couldn't encircle his circumference. How in the world was I going to accommodate him in my pussy? "No! You're huge!" I enthused.

"You know what you got in yo hand, Baby?" He asked, that arrogant tone in his voice.

"Yeah. Yes, I do," I replied. "A big black cock!" I said this in a way that I thought would shock him, or at least tantalize him.

"For shizzle!" he laughed. "Nigger dick, Baby. You like it?"

I nodded and leaned forward to kiss the head, which was wet with his pre-seminal fluid. Pre-cum. I was eager to see if he tasted different than what I had experienced before. He didn't. Not that I could tell, anyway. I had read that men's cum tastes different, depending on their diets, but I doubted that pre-cum tasted different. (I still don't know!) I held it and encircled his huge head - bigger, by far, than what I had experienced - with my tongue.

"Oh, Baby, that feel good! You white bitches so good at suckin the nigger dick!" he groaned.

I got on the floor, on my knees, untied his shoes, removed his shoes and socks and his shorts. Now he was naked, in all his glory. I grasped his gargantuan male organ, squeezed the head, and a pearl of clear pre-cum appeared on the head. The opening into his glans looked to be much larger that Dad's or Jeff's. I could only imagine how much cum could spew out. I was, and had been, very, very turned on the entire time, but suddenly a bolt of pure lust rolled over me like a tidal wave. This man before me was the most perfect example of maleness that I had ever seen or could even imagine. I tried to insert the tip of my tongue into his pee-hole, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.

"Baby, suck that nigger dick!" he begged.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, but still had difficulty getting it around his incredibly big cock head. This just made me wilder with lust. I felt like an animal. I had to get this beautiful phallus into my mouth. I knew that throating him was an impossibility, though I deeply desired to do so. Still, I loved the thought. I reached under him and, for the first time, held his nuts. OH FUCK, THEY WERE MASSIVE! Way too big to get in my mouth, I realized. I just held them as I forced the head of his cock into my mouth. I was almost gagging, already, but I wasn't going to be deterred. I let his balls drop and, with both hands, grabbed his butt and pulled him toward me, forcing more of his big, beautiful, black cock into my eager, wet mouth.

"FUCK!" he whimpered. "Eat that nigger dick, Baby!"

"I moved my mouth up and down rapidly on the portion of his cock that I could fit into my mouth. It was wet and slick with my saliva. I was loving it, even though it was uncomfortable to keep my jaws open that wide for so long. I gagged, repeatedly, but I was so drunken with lust that I didn't even care.

Suddenly he pulled it out. "Gonna cum, Baby. You too good!" he whispered.

"Please give it back," I begged. "I want your cum!"

"No, Baby. We have other things to do," he laughed. He took my hand and helped me to my feet.

He indicated for me to lay down on the bed, laying cross-wise. He knelt and I almost came from the knowledge that this beautiful man was going to give me oral sex. He spread my legs wide, then kissed my stomach, inserting his thick tongue into my navel. FUCK. I may never have mentioned, but I am shaved, except for a tuft right above my pussy. He pushed his face into this sparse area of hair and sucked at it. He kissed my legs from the knees all the way down my thighs. Then he kissed the lips of my bald pussy. Then licked them, slowly, up one side and down the other. Then, taking my butt in his big hands, he licked my entire cuntal crease from bottom to top. "OHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK, YESSSSSS!" I screamed. "Oh, Lewis, that's so fucking good. Please, please, please..."

He did it again and got a similar reaction. I arched my back and fucked at his face as he began to lick and suck at my pussy and then my clit. I thought I would go into orbit. Could anything feel this good? I was close to orgasm, but he seemed to sense it and stopped abruptly.

"No, please!" I begged, practically in tears. "Don't stop, PLEASE! Eat me!" I cried.

He actually laughed as he stood, picked me up and turned me lengthwise in the bed. He stood beside the bed a moment, holding his now fully-erect member (FUCK IT WAS INCREDIBLE!)

"Baby, you about to be blacked. Is that what you want?"

"Wh... what?" I asked as I gazed at his magnificent member.

"This is yo last chance to back out, Miss Smith," he stated flatly. "You sure you want to be blacked? Cause you will never go back." He looked at me with a semi-serious expression.

"That's what I heard," I managed to say. "I want it. Just please go slow." I spread my legs like a wanton slut.

"I just want to make sure that we are on the same page here, Pamela... Miss Smith," he said, humor in his voice. "Tell me exactly what you want, in your own words."

I knew what he wanted me to say, so I said it, and I meant it. "I want that nigger dick, Lewis. Fuck me with that big black cock! Black me! Ruin me for other men. Make me a slut for black cock!!" I said as enthusiastically as I could.

He held his cock for a moment and asked, "Do I need to wear a condom? I brought them."

"No, I want bare nigger dick," I mewled, realizing that I was so eager that I sounded incredibly slutty.

Lewis mounted me, placing his giant cockhead at my entrance and shoving. "OHHHH, NO!! Go slow!" I yelled. Then, "I'm not very experienced. I've never had anyone near this big," I whispered.

"You guide it in," he suggested, kindly.

I reached down and guided him in place, then told him to push. I was very wet and the head popped in without a lot of pain. "Just go really slow, Lewis," I whispered.

Lewis began to very slowly push himself into me. I was moaning and groaning and, occasionally telling him to stop. He was stretching me so much that I felt like I might tear, but seconds after the pain signaled that he had gained another fraction of an inch, pure, unadulterated pleasure took its place.

Finally I whispered that I thought it was in as far as it would go. He started, too fast, drawing himself out and plunging back. That HURT!

"No, Lewis, go slow. Please!" To my surprise he stopped and, looking into my eyes, with over half of his gargantuan cock buried in my cuntal sheath. "Fuck me slow, Lewis," I said tenderly.

He kissed my mouth and I eagerly welcomed his tongue as he continued to slowly push himself inside me. When I thought he was in all the way, I reached down and felt at least 3 more inches of incredibly thick cock still outside my pussy. (Ladies, thickness is where it's at. Length is nice to look at and play with, but it is a waste when it comes to fucking.)

I came. Without warning, my body spasmed as I attempted to wrap my legs around his waist. "Oh, Lewis," I whined. "Your big black cock is so fucking good!"

Lewis pushed at me, feeding a tiny bit more of his horse cock deep into my body. I knew me must be hitting bottom. It was impossible for more cock to be shoved into my body, yet he continued to push and his thickness continued to stretch me deliciously. I grabbed his ass and arched myself toward him, trying to get more of his wonderful organ inside me, but it wouldn't go. There's only so much room in a woman's vagina.

This was not like making love with Daddy or Jeff. This was not emotional; it was biological. My body was eager to mate with this well-hung stud - eager to be bred by this fantastic human specimen. Our bodies were coded for this - to seek out the best of the species and to mate. He was breeding me. It hurt, but it felt good and, more than that, it was satisfying. I felt as though he was meeting some primordial need that I had. My only regret, as I lay spread wide under him, submitting to his incessant and insistent pounding, was that I wasn't at the time of month to be fertile. I thought how eager I would be to breed this perfect specimen of humanity when I was at my most fertile - how my body ached to carry his baby!!

His beautiful body was covered in a sheen of sweat. I eagerly licked at the sweat on his shoulders, swallowing it and licking more, savoring the salty flavor. I knew that, sooner or later, I would have the opportunity to drink his cum, the nectar of his prodigious nuts. They hung down much lower than my brother's or my dad's. They were breath-taking. I knew I would be willing to spend literal hours sucking and licking them. I looked forward to it.

This was fucking - not love; not romance - fucking. He continued to fuck me as I arched my body up at him, fucking back at him with every ounce of energy that I possessed. Did he never tire? He changed pace, but he never stopped. I moaned, almost constantly, unable to formulate words.

He looked in my eyes. "I knew I was gonna fuck you the first time I laid eyes on you, Baby. It was just a matter of time."

"I knew it too," I replied. "I tried to deny myself, but I couldn't!" I shook my head and kissed him again. "Give me you big black nigger dick, baby," I squealed.

As I said that he emitted a sound that sounded like a bull bellowing. "Ungrhhhhhhhh, baby! Take this nigger load!" As he pumped into me I could feel his cock as it spasmed. It felt like a fire hose pumping quarts of hot liquid into my body.

This feeling triggered another orgasm. "Oh, give me that nigger cum in my cunt!!" I cried.

We lay there, sated for, perhaps 30 minutes. By then, I wanted more. I wanted to ride him. I wanted to be taken from behind like an animal. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to do so many things to this perfectly-made man. I wanted to just look at him. To just play with his body. To lick him all over.

"I gotta go, baby," he said, abruptly.

"No, I want more!" I pouted. I didn't give a shit if I sounded like a slut.

"Not tonight, baby. My mama find me gone - she take a switch to me," he laughed.

I leaned toward him, kissing his mouth. I reached and grasped his flaccid, yet still impressive, cock. I wasn't going to be denied. I was now a slut for black cock and I wanted more. Now.

Much to my surprise, Lewis dressed, and left.
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