On the vastness of the ****** estate, Alex and Alissa entered the ****** crypt a couple of miles from their house, near the beautiful village of Angel Noir.
“Come in Alex!” They had come here on horseback for some alone time, to go over their ****** history again.
Sis, I'm Scared," After Alex's uncle passed away Alissa's mother, married, her deceased husband's younger brother, Alex's father.
"How many times have you been here? You ought not to be afraid of the dark by now!” Alissa knew that a couple of minutes in the dark would make Lexi brave again... "Fine now Lexi?”
“Don’t call me that!!”
Sticking my tongue out at him. “Only girls are scared of the dark, sissy girl.”
“Aaarhhhh stop it!!!” He whined. “I’m leaving.”
“Lex you know I love you, I'm just teasing you?!!" I hugged him and kissed him on the lips, it always made him blush.
“Stop, mommy told us to stop doing that now we are older.”
“Nonsense, You promised to marry me someday?”
“No!” he whined “We are brother and sister."
“What?” I said in shock. “All those chivalrous promises you made saying you would beat up my future husband and claim me as your wife, were false, you are breaking my heart?!” I teased.
“Every man that meets you wants to marry you,” he said. “I’ll find myself a beautiful girl to marry someday too.”
“Hahaha fat chance you finding a girl with that girly sissy body, I’m the only woman who would have you,” I teased in a baby voice.
“Tell me why you brought me here?”
"We are here to look at our ****** tree. Now, let’s play a game using the names of our ancestors. I point at the person and you will tell me of their deeds and how they are related to you. You suck at history so time to refresh your memory and know where you come from. You get one wrong; I’ll slap your butt hard! Who was this?" pointing at a name and a painting of a person.
“That’s your *** and my uncle, belonging to our aristocratic ****** of Blackston. He was married to our mom Lady Camille Noir another noble from the three aristocratic families and estate holders in Angel Noire. He died in the war shortly after you were born.”
“Correction, he was her first love and the best husband she ever had, who is this?”
“This is my ***, the man who mom had to marry after most male members of the ******, had died in the war. Mom despised him and said he was incapable of pleasing her, it is said she had multiple lovers afterward.
“That’s correct,” I said, “He was a weak entitled child who refused to be drafted even though he was unmarried but he did allow his happily married alpha brother to join.
“This?” We continued for a long time, and he got many names wrong, for which I punished him by slapping his butt. We went over the history of our families and thereby the village itself.
Angel Noire was a very wealthy village for centuries, with numerous resources. Many rich families over the centuries owned, gold and coal mines, sugar, tea, and coffee plantations. Most of the estates used slaves for labor and most Masters treated their slaves well. The more beautiful black women and men were groomed to be sexual Deities for the pleasures of the estate's Masters and Mistresses. This was heavily frowned upon in the misogynistic society of the time so it was done in a secret network of the wealthy.
If a white Mistress became pregnant from a slave, the offspring were given a high position in the household, including being groomed as reliable butlers, personal assistants, bodyguards, work foremen, and even accountants for the Master of the ******. Later when slavery was banned, it didn’t have much of an effect at first. Both races co-existed peacefully, unlike the rest of America. Many of the former slaves that did not leave the area were employed as workers on or outside the homestead, in the ****** businesses. Because some still saw blacks as slaves a new law was enacted. Any mistreatment of the new blue-collar employees would be punished in the local court.
Those colored descendants of the aristocrats were free but not given complete freedom per se as they remained indentured to the ****** they were born into. As part of the ******, they were educated and managed entire estates or one of the ****** businesses for the white aristocrats. These colored descendants were considered second-class, born into an upper working class (White collar) working as bodyguards, carriage drivers, horse breeders, accountants, and Masters of the labor force, (foremen). In short, these Black second-class members of the ****** managed entire estates and businesses and knew these businesses inside out.
The underground network of sex deities remained intact and has even expanded to include mix raced people second class ****** members. Some beautiful mixed-race girls and boys were traded between families, as exotic Mistresses. This enraged the black aristocrats and caused a servant rebellion when an abusive Master ignored the rules and was mistreating his servants and workers.
During one of his violent outbursts, an incident occurred where a well-loved female of the 'black aristocrats' was murdered. She protested the abuse of the Master she was sent to serve. Once while he was brutally beating a servant she stepped in the way to stop his actions. The white Aristocrat decided to divert his blood rage onto her and hit her hard, driving her head first into a tree, she died of a concussion and severe bleeding a short time later.
The Whiteston ******, of whom the girl was a part were enraged! The cruel Master whose name was eventually stricken from history offered to pay reparations to the ****** to escape justice, but the Whiteston ****** chose to do nothing. This inaction caused a bloody and brutal rebellion, fueled by the girl's white half-sister, her black father, and some other members of the ******.
After that abusive Master and his ****** were brutally killed, the rebellion got out of hand. Many Black aristocrats were put forward as leaders, they were promised loyalty by the rebels and due to their knowledge of their ****** businesses, many of them were motivated to take over.
Many wealthy aristocratic families were killed off and their properties were turned over to the mixed-race second-class members of the ******. Many of the white females of these families did not resist the rebels when they came to the estate knowing they would be claimed, by the new Masters of the ******, and those that did resist many were taken captive and forcefully impregnated by the rebels defacing their aristocratic standing.
Peace eventually came in the form of Luthor Brendt. A very popular young man, who was handsome, muscular, and a lady’s favorite. When the rebellion asked black aristocrats to be their leaders; they would rally around, Luthor was an ideal leader due to his popularity and vast knowledge. He accepted the leadership and rallied them around him calming them with his words.
In his younger days, Luther had slept with half the young ladies in the town of White Angel. Even men liked him as they loved to watch him fuck their wives for entertainment. He could go on for hours, there were rumors, he came from a ****** of witches, whose roots go back to the Witch doctors and shamans from Ancient Africa.
He had a certain charm that no woman who came across him could resist, many fell in love at first sight. He was a very good wrestler and boxer who had monstrous strength that only some of his Whiteston half-siblings could match. But none matched him in his womanizing.
Due to his prowess many men, including his Whiteston half-brothers wanted him to breed with the white females including their own wives, to give them strong offspring. Of course, they had white children of their own to pass on their wealth and privilege to. As Luthor grew wiser and gave up his wild behavior, he became responsible and joined the protection and bodyguard services and was soon promoted to be the leader of the village security. He loved the travel that went with the position and took advantage of it to learn the white aristocratic ways of how business was done, investments, and managing finance for himself.
Luthor now the leader of the rebel force and the one that put an end to the violence asked the mayor, the leader of White Angel to recognize the former second-class mixed race ****** members that had been put forward by the rebels as their leaders and the new head of the families that had been slaughtered as the rightful heirs of their families estates, businesses and its wealth.
He with his power would ensure that another rebellion would not happen and, to ensure his high-class status was respected, he asked for the Whiteston youngest ********, Beatrice Whiteston's hand in marriage. He was always in love with the Whiteston leader's ********. Her father was overprotective of her, it was forbidden for any man to touch her till marriage. Some people, both white and black men were whipped cruelly just for looking at her. But Luthor secretly had taken her virginity and wanted to make her his wife.
The mayor was furious, "Luthor know your place in this society now get out!!"
Luthor left and went to ask for help from the only woman who could help him, his mother. who lived away from society, she preferred to live closer to nature, sometimes living with the Indian tribes in the area. The local Indian Shamans respected her since her powers exceeded their wildest imaginations.
(Now the rest of this history is based on rumor.)
Soon, the teenage sons and grandsons of the White aristocratic families began developing girly bodies. The mayor loved his third wife and wanted his children with her to inherit his ****** estate. He was furious and didn't believe what was going on was magic. He started beating his son and sent him to train at a youth camp, 'to make him, a man!'
The child's sergeant at the camp was a strong black man who was meant to teach him manliness. Alistair surprisingly excelled in all training routines with his agility, strength, and quick wit. But the problem wasn't in his abilities. Several months later his drill sergeant started noticing the boy was transforming into a full woman physically!? At first, he was shocked and planned to tell his father! Then since he wasn't getting any sex being trapped in the training camps all day he seduced the young boy.
Every day after taking Alistair riding in the woods, he would fuck the girl Alistair had become, Alistair even started to enjoy his body and the pleasures of a woman. Then the sergeant decided to tell her father, his son had transformed. His father broke down upon seeing her. He withdrew to his room refusing to leave and entered into a state of depression. When Luthor revisited him and asked him to reconsider his proposition, He begged him to turn Alistair back?!
Luthor smiled, with the knowledge he did not have to say anything and told the mayor it would take some time. As a result, peace was achieved. A century before America achieved equal rights, this village isolated from the racist ideologies of the United States government, achieved equal rights.
Luthor took the noble name of Brendt, The name coming from a slave brand. On the day of his marriage with his sweetheart Beatrice Blackston, Luthor invited his father-in-law to his mansion, to fulfill another condition of their agreement and that was for him to be present when Luthor fucked his bride, the man's newlywed ********, consummating the marriage in front of him, which most likely would lead to her impregnation.
Not long after his marriage Luthor became the first black mayor of the newly growing and developing town. He even changed the name of this town to Angel Noire, a complete mirror to its previous name White Angel.
In the aftermath of the revolt, the Whiteston ****** forever changed its name to Blackston to remind itself of its shame. Nobody knew what became of the transformed girls. The rumors were that since they were not capable of giving birth many went to big cities to work as prostitutes, a popular and demanded profession back then.
Alistair or Alison was the only one who stayed. In the secluded environment of his brother-in-law Luthor's estate, he worked as the nanny and breastfeeder (he developed the ability to produce milk) of his sister's children and caretaker of the mansion, only his ****** knew of his existence.
Luthor had begged his mother to turn them back to men, but she told him actions have consequences and told Luthor live with it. His father-in-law, died soon after due to old age, never seeing his son become a man.
"Today we are the only Blackston ****** members left. Over the years many Brendt ****** members, Noire ******, and Blackston members intermingled. There was even a saying "To refuse a Brendt's hand in marriage is to invite curse upon the ******." Soon a lot of members migrated to bigger cities and there was an inflow of migrants, from Europe, India, Asia, Africa, and South America.
But the isolated Suburb and its laws were always distanced from the US government, only sending men to be indoctrinated into the US army when the need arose. The suburb grew and buildings were built due to the influx of talented architects, designers, and other businessmen. The values of this town never changed. People donated their money for development and that money was put to good use by the treasury. The orphanages were the best in the country, poor people were given jobs everyone participated in cooperative projects for the city. Aside from bar fights, and brawls between jealous lovers, there wasn't much crime.
After the many great wars, there was a gloomy and depressing feeling since many of the sons of the families of Angel Noire gave their lives and the population had seriously dwindled. But we worked hard to build anew, as decades passed.
"So, we are the only Blackston's left?" asked Alex.
"We are the only white and directly linked Blackston's left. Sure, we have some African genes in us since we all came from Luthor Brendt, but over time, sometimes marrying our cousins, and into the predominantly white Noire Families, we have kept our white genes, and are heirs to our estate since the ownership of the estate is to pass only to a white person. Surprisingly this rule was accepted by Luthor Brent. We talked about history as we rode back. My teenage brother asked me so many questions about magic, witches, and curses. After a while, his questions became stupid nonsense. I told him, he was cursed and going to become a girl if he didn't shut up.
While heading back I reminisced about my own life. My first stepfather and my uncle were spineless, gutless creatures, many years older than my mom and my deceased father, a man I hated. According to my mom, the only time she had sex with him was on their wedding night when she was Impregnated. After that, she refused to be touched by him.
She was always sad over the death of her first love. Her new husband wasn’t at all romantic, and due to his wife’s cold attitude was scared to even ask her to have sex with him, whenever he spoke, everyone was bored to death. The only good or redeeming factor of my worthless stepfather was the company of friends he kept, especially his childhood best friend and business partner Michael Brendt. While my stepfather spent a lot of time away, often hunting with his friends and on business trips, Michael was like the father I never had. Since he knew my father and was his friend first, he always told me stories about him during their childhood growing up together how they were rivals at everything hunting, racing, boxing, etc. even for the love of my mom Camilla Noire, the most beautiful and desired woman in the town. Of course, my *** was better at him or tied with him in all manner of competitions. He ended up winning the love of my mom.
Michael taught me all kinds of things, how to read, different languages, how to ride and groom a horse, our ****** history, how to defend myself, how to use a pistol, how to hunt, etc. I and my baby brother Alex always had fun whenever he was around. He always brought us gifts while my stepfather couldn’t be bothered to be around us. I saw that mom’s attitude improved when Michael decided to move into our estate, finally settling down after traveling a lot, and was around for us mom felt closest to him since he knew her dead husband best.
I was quite young and innocent when I found out what adults did secretly behind closed doors. Previously when Michael was traveling, whenever my stepfather left the house, I saw that one of his friends stayed at home and spent time with my mom in one of the guest bedrooms. One day while I was playing with my baby brother, my curiosity got the better of me when I saw my mom head into the master bedroom. I put the baby to sleep and followed my mom. My stepfather’s friend was saying some nasty words to my mom. It was dark in the corridor leading to the bedroom, so the servants or passersby couldn’t see me. I peeked through the keyhole and saw something that shocked me. My mom was naked kneeling and sucking that man’s big peepee. It was the first time I saw a grown man and woman naked.
Any normal child would have just run, but I kept staring. How could she put something as dirty as a peepee in her mouth?! “Suck my dick, you whore” he kept saying while moaning in pleasure.
“We need to do this fast,” she said, “before he returns home.” He placed her on the bed and put his peepee in the hole between her legs and both of them started grinding and humping fast. My blood froze when she started screaming. I thought they were fighting, and he was hurting her. I thought about telling the guards but didn't I wanted to find an explanation and see this through.
As I saw, his ‘dick’ (Adults call a peepee a dick?!) smashing her hole. She soon started moaning in pleasure as if she liked getting hurt, she held him close tight and told him to fuck him harder. This went on for 20 minutes when he removed his dick and sprayed some white sticky jelly (was it pee?) onto her body. Soon both of them were sweaty and exhausted and went to the bathroom to clean up.
That opened my eyes to the world, and a few days later I went to the library to understand what just happened. I read the dictionary to find out the meaning behind the words sex, dick, fuck, pleasure, and many more. I sneaked into the adult section, to understand what sex truly meant. I couldn’t understand some adult books since the language was hard to understand, but I did find some magazines and photo albums that contained nude pictures of adult women and men, some of them engaged in sex. Some pictures even contained black men who appeared to have enormous dicks, most of the time, with larger dicks than white people, bigger than the white man who had sex with my mom.
I often asked people who I trusted like my maid, my tutor, and others what sex was. She was scared to answer and said it was a bad word for a little girl to use. Most adults had the same answer when questioned and threatened to tell my mother. As I grew older, I started to notice things differently. Whenever passing through the servant’s quarters, whenever I heard the “ah” sound I knew those people were having sex.
The only person who gave me a straight answer was the friendly stable boy who I liked. He told me sex was done only between a man and his wife, with the intent to have a baby, and it was forbidden to have sex with another person when married. That was the first time I felt bad for my Stepfather since Mommy was cheating or having an affair.
Several years after Michael moved in, I noted that mom had stopped having affairs with my stepfather’s friends and spent a lot of time with Michael. He was a very handsome man, many servant girls, my female friends, and even local girls commented how dreamy he looked with his tall stature, built body, huge torso bulky legs, beautiful smooth dark face, piercing green eyes, and deep voice. I wouldn't find out until much later that even at 50 years of age, he was still just as handsome.
As Alex grew up to be around 11 years of age, he and I were inseparable, we often snuck around watching any two passionate teenage couples flirting and followed them to watch them have sex. As Alex was just as curious as I was around his age, watching naked people started to arouse me. I explored my body and found out that touching myself made me feel good. One day, when I came home from shopping around town, I saw Mom leaning close to Michael flirting, and giggling at everything he was saying.
Soon mom embraced him, and he put his arms around her and they began kissing. I knew immediately what was about to happen and hid. Still, Michael resisted her charms and told her he couldn’t sleep with his best friend’s wife, his dead best friend, whose ****** he had sworn to raise and protect.
She seduced him craftily, saying a worthless man like her husband couldn’t satisfy her and had driven her into a deep depression. She told him that Michael was the shining light in her life, and asked him if he was still in love with her? These words swayed him, and he finally gave up all resistance and returned the kiss. As they grappled to remove each other’s clothes while kissing passionately, she knelt and removed his pants, and took out his cock staring at it with lust in her eyes. As soon as she started sucking him, I chose to move to change my viewing angle and I saw the biggest cock I ever laid my eyes on! Even in pictures, or the black teenagers I had spied on, nobody had half his size!!
That’s when he looked in the direction I was hiding and spotted me with a knowing look. He reverted his gaze and had a look of embarrassment.
In a flash, he picked up mom, displaying his strength he took her into his bedroom and left the door slightly open. I followed them and saw that he had turned her upside down and she was still sucking his cock, he held her in mid-air. He placed her on the bed in a sixty-nine position, he began face fucking her mouth. He soon let out a huge grunt as he released his sperm into her mouth. Most men would have gotten soft then, but not Michael. As he turned to take a condom from his drawers, mom told him it won’t matter since his cock is the only cock she would enjoy from now on and that she wanted to feel it inside her.
He placed her in a missionary position and ate her vagina, before entering her. She screamed so loud, he roughly covered her mouth and started pushing slowly inside her. I was fearful he was going to break her irreparably. Inch, by inch, his cock entered halfway inside her. Then he started humping, both their bodies sweaty, tangled in a slow passionate rhythm. Soon she stopped screaming and started moaning in pleasure, whimpering like a wounded animal between intervals when he entered more of his cock inside her, till he was fully inside. This scene reminded me of a horse breeding a mare with its cock. I was aroused out of my mind and started touching and fingering myself.
As she wrapped her legs around him and the slapping, squelching, and hammering sounds grew louder, I knew then this scene would be etched in my mind for all eternity. I lost track of time and wondered what possessed me to stay there and watch them for hours. Soon after letting out a roar, he filled her vagina with his sperm and they both collapsed in exhaustion whispering “I love you" to each other. I left to go back to my room, I couldn’t sleep so I went into Alex’s room and cuddled with him until I fell into a blissful sleep.
Alex kissed me awake and I saw I was late for my home tutor’s lessons and knew I would be punished. The whole day I couldn’t get the scene out of my head. I had to watch them again. There were even several instances I imagined him fucking me. “Was I falling in ‘love’ with Michael? Is this what love was, being sexually attracted to a person of the opposite sex?”
Soon guilt and ethical beliefs kicked in, and I felt I had to tell my stepfather what was going on behind his back since it was the morally right decision. I wouldn’t have wanted my mom to sleep with other men when she was married to my father. I wouldn’t want the boy I love to sleep with other women if I ever had a boyfriend. I was going to tell stepdaddy a long time ago, but I didn’t figure out how to discuss the topic with him, since we didn’t speak to each other much except to talk about what my private tutor taught me today, or how Alex is doing in classes or how he performed in his physical activities. Even when, for a while, mom stopped sleeping with her husband's friends, since Michael was around, this made me think she would be faithful again and decided not to tell daddy. But now I was unsure of her faithfulness and finally decided to gather proof to tell him.
On another fateful day, I saw them together heading to an empty guest bedroom for some private time. I knew which room they would go to. I got my portable tape recorder and hid myself in the closet. They entered the room discussing various topics including our future. They even discussed their married life if it ever happened in the future. He told her about how I was very talented just like my father, and brother was always failing in physical activities like fencing, and sparing and lacked stamina, especially activities that required bravery. Michael talked about how Alex had a sweet personality and he loved him for that but wanted to see him display manly attributes.
Mom then said the words that shocked me. She said, "I didn’t give a fuck about Alex or my husband and I don't want weak children! Personally, I would respect Alex more if he decided to wear his sister’s childhood clothes and become a girl. When I was pregnant with him, I fully expected another girl, and I would have happily raised her to choose strong men."
"It’s not too late for him to become a man.” said Michael seemingly upset.
“Weren’t your ancestor's the witches who turned weak men into women? she laughed, “Then we could set him up with a gay Brendt member of the ******?”
"There are not that many of us left here, I'm afraid," said Michael. Michael seemed uncomfortable but laughed politely not to hurt her ego by contradicting her. “It’s not too late,” he said, “some boys are late bloomers.”
“No,” Alex’s mother said without emotion. I wish from the bottom of my heart that he were a girl. I don’t want anything to do with him otherwise. I know a fucking sissy faggot when I see one. My cousin was one and had the same mannerisms, he eloped with his boyfriend to God knows where. Once we get married, I want your children with superior genes.”
“There’s always a solution,” said Michael sternly now slightly raising his voice. I knew Michael was a good person, conflicted between his lust for the woman before him and his fatherly love for Alex. “This is the last time we speak of this; Alex will choose his own fucking life when he grows up, and I’ll love him no matter what,” Michael said his voice full of conviction and silent rage.
They soon proceeded to lovemaking, which went on for hours and I recorded the whole thing! This time, I wasn’t aroused. I just wanted to get proof of how broken of a woman my mother had become.
I heard him leave, I heard my mother say “I know you are in there, whoever you are, get out of the closet.” My heart skipped a beat. I needed this proof and couldn’t risk it being discovered. I stepped out of the closet not opening the doors fully to risk the recorder being seen. I stared at my naked mother covered head to toe in sperm. And she stared back at me in silence.
Chapter 2
I was trembling before my gorgeous naked mother, with long dark hair, all messed up, untidy but in a beautiful messy way, evidently exhausted, completely satiated, and the destroyed state of her pussy, from all the cum on her face, some leaking out of her pussy some cum on her over suckled and used breasts. Her brilliant blue eyes stared at me. I stared not knowing what to say.
She broke the awkward silence. “What are you doing here, were you spying on me, you pervert?”
“Nnnn. No. I wasn’t, I didn’t,” I sputtered incoherently.
“I didn’t catch that,” she said slowly grinning in an eerie way waiting for me to answer. “Why were you in a closet spying on me?!” She repeated louder.
I finally got the strength to answer back. “What were YOU doing with Michael, Huh? When you are married!!”
“You know, I could just disown you and have you transferred to another house and marry you off to one of the Brendts. I could make you disappear from my life forever.” She said in a nonchalantly ‘matter of fact voice.’
“You are evil!” I told her, my voice shaking with either fear or anger. “My mother is an evil psycho!!”
“Let’s talk”, she said. “Why are you here in the first place? I think I know why," she continued, "I think it’s just plain old curiosity. It has landed you in a sticky spot. I would choose my next words carefully if I was you.”
“Tell me the TRUTH, WHY are you here??!!!!” She screamed suddenly her voice cracking like a whip.
I had no choice but to tell her.
“I, I, I,” I said trembling and stuttering, “I like watching other people have sex.” I didn’t know what else to say. She kept staring at me with those beautiful eyes, like a tigress looking for a reason to pounce and sink its teeth in my neck.
“How long have you spied on me?"
“Since I was a child,” I answered truthfully even though I wanted to lie that it all happened recently.
After a few silent seconds later, she said “It's called being a ‘voyeur” to enjoy watching others have sex. Some people like to watch women fuck superior men. Even some men like watching their wives with superior men. That’s called a Cuckold. Women who like to watch their superior husband in bed with a younger, more beautiful woman is a cuckquean.”
“Why are you telling me this?"
“You wanted to learn about sex, right?
To truly understand sex, you need to understand the pleasure it gives. Sex is not always the plain old boring kind between a husband and a wife. What if the wife is not sufficiently satisfied by the husband huh? What if a woman is too beautiful for one man and meets men with more value than her husband? What if she is a queen with power and an army and countless suitors? A woman like that will want to fuck whomsoever she wanted. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?” I nodded, pretending to understand. “I’m telling you," She continued “A man’s priority and usefulness depends on the ability to completely satisfy a woman and give her strong children, and provide for her, those are signs of a King. But every woman is a queen, and her highest and truest priority in life is to utilize her body to achieve the maximum pleasure life can offer her.
Come here” she commanded.
She took down my panties and traced her finger around my vagina slowly fingering me and moistening it.
“Do you feel good?” She asked me. I hesitated, “Tell me the truth?!”
“Yes,”
"There are so many layers to a woman’s pleasure, so many positions, so many ways for her to achieve an orgasm, the Indians even wrote a whole book about it.”
“True love is the complete satisfaction of a woman with a man who completes her every desire. If you do not satisfy her, she will eventually cheat or have affairs with better men.
A woman’s pleasure is endless, we are goddesses, whose every wish and desire are meant to be satisfied. Today's sexist society is controlled by envious men who choose to suppress a woman’s desires by laying useless laws and restrictions meant to enslave them. There is a saying that only beautiful women enjoy sex. Even some inferior boys choose to cross-dress, become women, or turn gay to feel even a fraction of the pleasure experienced by a woman. I'm your mother and every word I’m telling you is the truth. As a beautiful young woman, don’t ever limit yourself to anything.”
I was speechless, what she said made sense in a twisted way.
“So, this remains a secret?” I nodded obediently scared to refuse. “Good girl, and one more thing,” she said smiling. “As punishment for spying on mommy, I want you to clean mommy up, you know, get a taste of that superior cum, learn the difference. An inferior man’s cum is thin and watery while a superior male’s cum is thick and gooey."
“You want me to eat that? I thought you meant to get you a napkin or something.” I said incredulously.
“Clean me now girl” she repeated the same order more directly. I cleaned every part of her mommy's body, from the face, neck, breasts, and finally from the pussy. As I neared her pussy, I could see the damage Michael's cock had wrought upon it, it was practically a demolition site. It smelled so strong, her juices mixed with Michaels and sweat. As I slowly started cleaning her crotch area, mommy gasped in pain, since her pussy was painful, swollen, and damaged. As I kept licking her salty cummy paste, she began moaning and held my head and pushed it tightly against her crotch, grinding and humping my lips.
"Good Girl," she kept saying playing with my hair. "Mommy's life was hard and filled with tragedy, but you can have a better and happier life, with your loving brother. I have made my decision, give your old clothes to Alex and teach him the superiority of a black man, A sissy faggot can be a lady's best companion. He can be your Lady Alison to your Lady Beatrice." she said, reminding me of that old story. "I want this ****** to have strong Black children only. To answer your doubts, I loved your father, he was the last white alpha of this ****** along with his cousins and uncles who perished in the war. He was so strong, he satisfied every corner, every inch of my body. No offense to you, but if only he had impregnated me with twins or a strong white male..."
"practice. Explore your sexuality and train your pussy to accommodate superior cocks. You are not a peasant, you are an aristocrat, your desires and sexuality are well protected within the walls of the estate from public shame as long as you pay your servants on time and treat the common folk with respect. My darling princess, you can have a much better life than me, you are the last hope of continuing your ****** line. Make sure you have many children with strong men."
"Tame Alex, educate him on our ideals, and bring him along to watch us next time. I am giving you an important task, finish it." After I was done, we cuddled our naked bodies together and soon showered together.
For the first time in my life, I felt a semblance of her love, all because I discovered her secret. On the other hand, I had discovered proof, on my tape, that she was an evil psychopath, I had enough evidence to put her in a mental asylum for the rest of her life, but my curiosity prevailed. I wanted to see where this path led.
Alex and I started to sleep in my pink girly room. During evenings and nighttime, I piqued his curiosity by giving him girly clothes to wear, doing his makeup and lipstick, and calling him pretty which made him blush. I also let him play with my vast doll collection, even giving him one of my prized dolls called Lexi. We even practiced kissing sometimes, in case a real boy would kiss us someday.
During the day he wore male clothes and didn't like being called a girl. Soon I included him in my Voyeur sessions. At first, he was skeptical, scared to hear her moans, and upset she was doing this to his daddy, who he loved and respected with childlike innocence, but eventually, his little penis started getting hard watching them. I told him Michael would be the best stepdaddy if he ever got married to my mom he would love us very much.
I even made him watch as I lost my virginity to one of my former servants, the stable boy, who had first educated me about sex. He eventually become a popular horse breeder, loved by wealthy families for breeding powerful racehorses. I shyly approached him and told him I liked him and thanked him for having once given me such good advice that it changed my life.
Soon I used my ladylike charms, giggled, and flirted with him to seduce him. Back when he was a teenager, he took the virginities of many noble girls and had hence developed a reputation. Many of my friends told me and joked about how he was practically half horse and had a horse Cock due to spending all that time around horses. He was huge for a white man, but nowhere near Michael's size. He placed me on a sack of hay and fucked me, I moaned in pleasure, and I came hard several times. The fact that my sissy brother was watching me made me cum harder. So our life went on peacefully and carefree for a few years.
But tragedy soon struck, as my stepfather got severely ill, many feared he was close to death. I stayed beside him with our maids and took care of the dying man. In his final days, we spoke and bonded more, as he revealed his final thoughts, things he couldn't tell me when he was healthy. He told me he loved his brother, who was always superior to him and won the love of my mom fair and square and apologized for how much pain he gave me, by being his poor replacement, which made me cry. He also warned me of my mother, saying once upon a time, she was a sweetheart and how good friends they were, when she was younger.
When his father, then leader of the house died of sickness, all responsibilities fell on him, and he distanced himself from his close friends and brothers, especially her. They met once again during his brother's wedding to her. "Today, your mother is more broken than anybody can fix and has a much darker personality." He told me he could never fall in love with her because she was nowhere close to the happy and bubbly girl she was in her youth, he said he could not figure her out during their marriage. He lamented that he was born with a curse of not being romantic.
"You can be better than her" He said echoeing the same words spoken by my mother.
He asked me if there was a man I loved? I went silent, this was the time to be honest, as my secret would go to the grave with him. I told the maids to leave the room and for the first time, I said aloud
“I’m in love with Michael Brendt.” I spoke my feelings for the first time
“Then within my final hours, I give you my blessing, and may you and he lead this house and ****** to prosperity." He was very happy, that his old friend would have a worthy wife. Women were always after his body; nobody truly loved him for his feelings.
"He is a very strong man bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders. His life is filled with tragedy, the death of many ****** members, and the death of his illegitimate ******** and former girlfriend in a car accident." He told me whenever Michael didn’t spend time with his ‘cool’ brother, they often spent some alone time together talking about failed lovers. In his last moments he was so happy I chose to love his broken friend. He called his lawyers, and wrote in his final will, that I would inherit all properties of the Blackston estate.
During his funeral, my brother and I cried the hardest, while Michael cried privately later, over a few drinks with me. My mother didn't even attend the funeral, and her behavior started getting stranger over time. Almost immediately the town celebrated as Michael and our mother got married and he became our new stepfather. The marriage was grand and the whole town was closed down to celebrate for three days.
We were both invited to their honeymoon where we traveled for the first time to Paris, home of my ancestors, and wondered at the beautiful sights of a new country. Upon my mother’s strict orders, Alex’s name was changed to Lexi on the passport, and he wore girly clothes the whole time we were there.
We were made to witness their lovemaking on their marital bed in our luxury hotel at every opportunity. Lexi and I often went dress and shoe shopping together. People even paid him compliments as he wore girly clothes of the latest Parisian fashion. It felt good to be open in a place where no one knew us. After returning home, mom and Michael spent a lot of time together in isolation and distanced themselves from us for a month. During the nighttime, I spotted them frequently heading into a forest. After following them, and pinpointing exactly where they went, I discovered during a certain morning they always visited a cave wherein there was an ancient pagan shrine which I couldn't figure out.
Months later, Alex’s body began transforming bit by bit. His breasts began to develop, his hips got wider, his lips became thicker, and he lost all body hair, but his dark hair got longer, and his skin became smooth and soft. Whenever he wore boy clothes during the daytime, he looked very handsome and cute, even other girls started liking him and asking him out for dates. But I knew deep down, they just wanted him for his prestigious name, and many believed he was heir to our house and our wealth. I often followed them into isolated areas where the girls declared their love to him and hoped he would marry them someday.
He would often only perform oral sex with his girlfriends, suck their breasts and eat their pussy. But things never escalated to sex, as soon as he undressed himself revealing his feminine body and his tiny penis. The girls always told him, they would have sex after marriage. But I could see they struggled not to laugh. I would follow these girls and see that they returned to their boyfriends who had sex with them. I felt sorry for him, when I would return home, I would always say that I loved him truly, more than any woman alive, which put him in a great mood.
Mother and Michael began having sex at every opportunity, never letting go of one another, in the living room, and every other room in the house, the swimming pool hall, during our picnics together, in front of our maids and servants without shame. I began to get jealous of her and wished it was me in his arms. Mom soon began coming unhinged, slowly losing her mind. She was furious that I was named heir of all our property and not her. She often humiliated me by screaming dirty harsh words during their lovemaking, making sure I knew, she was the queen of the house, not me.
After she became pregnant, her attitude toward others worsened. She began openly suggesting that her child with Michael would be the prince of the house, daring me to retort her. She frequently screamed at the maids and servants and bossed everyone around. One day, she found out that one of her maids Samantha used to sneak out of the house to spend time with her boyfriend shirking her duties.
She called Samantha privately and offered to pay her a large sum of money for a particular deed, which the maid accepted. Her boyfriend was called over to witness his love, Samantha being fucked by a huge black bodyguard, moaning and screaming in pleasure in front of him. Samantha became pregnant, and her lover committed suicide, one of the very few reported suicide cases in Angel Noire.
There were many such instances of my mother's strange and violent episodes, but none were as harsh as this. Samantha once was a nice, sweet girl and I was boiling in rage over what I had witnessed wanting to kill my mother. They were my workers, and I was responsible for them. But mom was pregnant, my hands were tied since I couldn’t do anything to hurt her before she bore her child.
There was a gloomy and melancholic atmosphere, and everyone was afraid of what she would do next. During her pregnancy mom sent Michael over to other places to manage our businesses. Sometimes when he was working nearby, Alex and I would follow him and learn more about the ****** business.
We reunited on the day of her delivery when another tragic incident occurred. Mom was pregnant with twins and one large baby boy was born healthy, but she miscarried the other baby and died as a result. It was a quick but painful death, and she didn't go as peacefully as her second husband. She said no parting last words to me. I mourned the good woman she was before my father’s death, but I knew Karma had gotten her. Alex didn’t show any emotions and didn’t cry a single tear, whereas Michael was crying and weeping openly, completely broken after suffering another loss. My new half-brother named Lucas was a very sweet baby boy, wild, but loved spending time with me and Alex, we loved him unconditionally. His playful attitude lightened up the house, everyone loved playing with him.
His presence made us forget the tragedy. Nobody talked about mom, much. Her ****** offered Michael another hand in marriage, that of a beautiful woman named Alana. She was my oldest cousin, who was my senior in my tutoring class who was mainly for wealthy children in the Town. She was my best friend while growing up, often gave me notes, helped me study, and gave me a vast knowledge about sex telling me many stories of her sexual experiences.
Michael told them he needed time but accepted a date with her shortly. I comforted Michael through his pain. Alex and I never left his side for several months and made sure he was never alone, always cuddling and sleeping beside him, his huge arms wrapping us together.
In time Michael’s mood improved.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked him one day curled on his lap watching TV.
“Are you kidding me? I’m surprised you haven’t got a boyfriend” he said surprised. “You know,” he continued, you don’t have to be like her, having unusual kinks.” This was the first time Michael spoke of my mom since her funeral.
“What do you mean?”
“You know I saw you watching us. When you were younger, on multiple occasions. You have a brother whom you dress up as a girl. I know your mother forced these perversions on you, but you don’t have to follow them. I just want to have a normal life, without your ******'s kinks!”
“You know in school, after classes, a group of dirty perverted girls, held me in the bathroom, trapped me. Each one of them forced me to have sex with them. They used me and drained me till I was out. Even my former girlfriend forced herself on me on multiple occasions and made me impregnate her, then she thanked me for her baby and left. The stories I hear about your mother, I’m shocked.”
“That’s kind of every man's dream,” I said, don’t know what you are complaining about? Besides, you and mommy did that Witchy ritual to change Alex?!”
“Hahahaaa” he laughed l, I don’t know what ritual you are talking about? But seriously that statement is personally offensive, I was deprived of any kind of love. If you didn’t notice, my first ******** died in a car crash, and the second died in miscarriage.”
“You know you can’t get your ******** back or the other twin but… I can give you other children to make up for the ones you lost, with lots of love?" Before he could answer, I kissed him, lovingly and tenderly and slipped my tongue into his mouth. My hips even began grinding his hardening cock. He grabbed my waist squeezed my ass and pulled me closer.
I was in my lingerie and he was in his boxers. Since we didn’t leave the house all day for weeks, we barely wore any clothing except for the ones we changed into after swimming. He broke the kiss, and for the first time looked into my eyes and my soul. My underwear was soaked! I realized, I had squirted prematurely and was still leaking. “I’m just really excited,” I told him embarrassed, I have not been with many people.
“This is awkward, but there is something I need to tell you. My cock can hurt you. I have had women who had to get medical treatments because I tore something inside them.”
“Hhehehe” I giggled “don’t worry I’ve seen it in action. And practiced a lot with my dildoes.
“You know, the Noir ****** had some conditions they had to lay on me before I married your mother. Upon her death, I’m to only marry another direct member of her ******. I have to prepare for the date with Alana.”
“You know,” I said kissing him again, I’m a direct member of Mommy’s ******. You have a son that needs a mother. And I’m ready to give as many childran as you want.”
“I raised you like my own ********," He said pulling away again, "and I can’t break a promise I gave to them.”
“I don’t mind sharing you with her,”
“Are you serious?” He asked me. That’s fucked up.
“Why? All my life I’ve seen you with other women. There is a part of me that enjoys a man with a godly body like yours please beautiful young woman. I’m even attracted to women and love eating a woman’s pussy and drinking their juices and someday would want you to pleasure women who need it. I would enjoy you breeding a young girl who needs your cock and eating your seed from her pussy. I believe every woman deserves to experience your cock, even Alana and Lexi. I don't get jealous. Watching others have sex excites me."
Aside from my mother’s manipulations, this is something I want for Lexi, I wanted a sister..” I want to make everyone happy. I know Alana very well. If I still know her like I used to, she would be delighted to share you with me. She taught me everything I know about sex, even how to please a woman. I practiced on her strap on many times. I know she will please you with her sexy body, and I would love to watch her do so. My dirty words sent Michael over the edge, and he kissed me again.
I climbed down off his lap and knelt on the carpet. I smelled his boxers and pulled them down with my teeth. His cock sprang out wet with my juices and pre cum. For 15 min I licked and cleaned his balls and shaft. His cock had become 12" by the time Lexi came into the house and noticed us. I told her to sit beside me. For the next several hours, I worked my mouth, training my mouth to take his size, I could deepthroat almost 75 percent of him, impressing him with my skills.
Lexi had fallen asleep nearby. I had lost track of time too. I removed my lingerie, now completely naked, and sat on his lap again. “I won’t fuck you tonight," I said licking his nipples and making him moan. "But let's do something fun. Every night, we will sleep naked and cuddle. Let's see how long you can resist."
Next day, I entered the showers with him, he got hard after he saw me naked, and he cleaned me with soap and shampooed me, I did the same to him rubbing soap all over that gorgeous body. He was soon ready for his date. “Bring her to the house instead of you going out with her, I will prepare a nice meal.”
Alana arrived later and was very punctual. We hugged so hard and told each other how much we missed one another. She told me she pursued a modeling career and was a businesswoman in lady's lingerie fashion. I told her I was so proud of her for making it successful on her own without her parent's money. She even gifted me a sample of her sexy lingerie set. We broke the tension with some wine. I was nervous to meet her since the last time I saw her we had sex. What hurt me was that she told me she wanted to travel for her career and did not want to get married anytime soon and left the next day. I cried all night, I did my best to move. She was the only ****** I had loved and that had loved me unconditionally. We talked about everything, even her mother, my aunt she was a lovely and very friendly person who gave me a lot of advice on womanhood and was funny and charismatic before she died.
Alana was very popular and charming and many said she was the spitting image of my mother when she was younger except for the blonde hair. She was a seductress, she had a beautiful athletic body and only had sex with powerful athletic black men who could last for hours, often in my presence many inferior boys were in her friend zone and slaved for her affection often doing menial duties for her.
Myself, Alex and her spent a lot of time together. She would only speak to Alex if he wore girl's clothing, a Pink chastity device she once gifted him, and even gave him a lot of her old girly clothes and always spoke to him in a baby voice, she would make him sit on her lap and would call him a cute girl. She had become a goddess like my mom but younger with flawless skin. We spent a lot of time talking and reminiscing. I couldn’t get the image and taste of her pussy, the last time we met and said our tearful goodbyes.
She must have known what I was thinking and she threw awkward and guilty glances at me. I had become a seductive temptress as well, as I kept tactfully manipulating the conversation toward sexual topics. She had told me after years of working hard, she finally needed to settle down. I invited her to live with us.
A lot of wine glasses later, the talk became sexual. Even Lexi joined and she was so happy to see her, they hugged and complimented each other, on their looks, and dresses. We began playing spin the bottle and we all had the opportunity to kiss each other with passion. Soon we started playing truth and dare. I was asked the truth and told everyone I never had a boyfriend and lost my virginity to Timmy's Horsecock which made everyone burst into laughter. Lexi said, she was there and witnessed the act which made them laugh harder. I then dared Lexi to remove her panties, which revealed his tiny pink penis in a chastity device, on which we all commented, insulted, and measured. Alana called it a very cute clitty. We even gave him a follow-up dare to dance seductively and jiggle his beautiful butt to which we applauded.
When it was Alana's turn, over her many turns, I dared her and Michael to strip completely naked, among other things before I passed out *****. I woke up after an hour, to Lexi's voice. "Come quick!!" She said. "They are doing it!!" We both sneaked outside Michael's room and watched those gorgeous creatures fucking. They were fucking with such tempo, and perfect rhythm, her moans were so sweet, it was hypnotic. We entered the room and let them see me. She looked at me with those lustful hungry eyes and said "Wanna join?"
"No", I said, "Tonight's all about you", You are so beautiful, I wanna see your beauty ravaged and used by his beautiful cock. "A beautiful goddess like you always deserved his cock." She was more aroused by his cock and started riding him harder, with such speed, even mom couldn't match her stamina.
"Come closer" She ordered me and Lexi. Our faces were so close to their genitalia, his cock smashing inside her pussy and making all the squelching and wet sounds, and their juices dripping. She eventually squirted so hard that his cock slipped out. "Clean it" She ordered Lexi.
I made out with Alana while Lexi deepthroated Michael. I could smell Alana and ate her, cleaning her up, her juices were as good as I remembered. All night they fucked achieving multiple orgasms and we cleaned up. Finally, he squirted his load inside her. holding his cock inside her for ten minutes with Lexi sucking his balls and I licking her clit.
Alana and Michael were exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms as I was eating the cum that gushed from her pussy while Lexi cleaned Michael's still huge flaccid cock. I kissed Lexi several times sharing some of that cum with her. As I fell asleep as well, Lexi ate my pussy, which was soaked.
The next morning I and Alana were chilling by the pool while Michael cooked on a barbecue grill and Lexi was sucking his cock, both sweaty.
"You have become quite a pervert", said Alana laughing. "Last night was the best night of my life. So how do you want to proceed from here?" She asked me. "You seem to love Michael more than I do."
"I don't mind even if you marry him," I told her. I'm happy to welcome and take care of as many babies that enter this household. I'm the heir of this house and I have felt lonely for such a long time. I want to repopulate this empty, sad house and fill it with baby's laughter. Hell, I might even repopulate this town," I said laughing.
This gift of a baby and a new welcoming home is the best gift anybody has ever given me," Said Alana. I'm sorry I left you all those years ago Alissa. I was never the same after Mom's death. I just wanted some time and space. I want you to marry Michael. As long as you and Michael stay here, this house will always be home. Besides I need to leave soon, there are grand plans in play for this town, which will become a full city in a few decades, and which stands as a shining example of a perfectly balanced, mixed cultural haven for generations to come."
"What do you mean? "
"I can't tell you much, but I work for a secret society of Superior, successful intellectuals, scientists, businessmen, and women called the UBF The UNITED BLACK FRONT, which will change the face of America as you know it. Many of our members were born here as aristocrats, and some as the lower class who ventured far and wide for educating the populace all over America on Black supremacy, racial and gender equality, and sexual freedom. The same values of freedom that this town boasts for centuries will be shared with all. Soon this mega, city will be a symbol of freedom.
“And one more thing, I need a favor,” she said. I need to borrow your sister Lexi to tag alongside me for a business visit. I have a scientist friend who specializes in transgender research. I thought all transgender males were gross and too masculine looking. Your sister is a perfect specimen. If we can replicate her genes, it could cause a scientific breakthrough, many inferior males could be motivated to be turned into beautiful submissive women who will serve our cause. Even women could have prolonged youth and beauty. I’ll need him for a month for tests.”
“Hmm,” I pondered. “Sure you can have him but maybe you can ask Michael as well, personally, I think it’s all witchcraft.
Alana told her ******, that she refused to marry Michael, but she had sex with him enough times these past few days, and she was positively pregnant.
After another tearful goodbye, she left, to continue her good work. Then we were back where we started, me naked, cuddling on top of Michael, grinding my hips on his hard cock, teasing him.
I sometimes wore some of the lingerie that Alana had gifted me, which earned me a hard slap on my butt as appreciation. I could tell he struggled to hold in his desires, he eyed me hungrily, and sometimes I felt intimidated as he reminded me of a tiger looking at its prey. Alana sent us a postcard, with a picture of Lexi pleasuring two cocks, pictures of him orally pleasuring Alana and her friends, pictures of him kissing her feet some of him getting pegged by her group of girlfriends. "He is learning his place," It was captioned.
I occupied myself, traveling with Michael and got busy with the ****** business, I was introduced to our shareholders as the heir to the ******, giving inspiring speeches, giving donations to many nonprofit organizations, and participating in the inaugurations of many of my investors’ businesses. Many looked at Michael and me and said we made a beautiful couple and asked us when the wedding date was, I reminded them he was my stepfather.
After returning home, I felt older, wiser, and ready to settle down. Even Lexi had returned, excited to share a lot of stories with us. She had a vagina now and no trace of her remained a man even secreting breastmilk. She said she learned the art of business and womanhood from Alana while away and told us how they went out to parties and hooked up with many men and women. She even started designing little girls' and women's clothing and had some really good ideas for clothes showing more skin. She always made Lexi please her orally. Lexi also told me the biologists were shocked to see her condition. She went through many examinations. She was sent from one lab facility to another. Her body was 90 percent female except for the ability to give birth.
"I'm PATIENT ZERO," She told me!!! " They stored a lot of my semen back when I had a small clitty,my fluids has the ability to birth only female children and highly increase estrogen in men, rapidly transforming them" she said happily.
"I'm so proud of you," I said to her "to contribute toward the human future and bridging the gap between males and females."
"What's new with you?
"What do you think?" I said blushing Looking at Michael "Let's head over to the sauna."
We were all completely naked in the steam room I was sitting on Michaels lap. Michael's muscles glistened with sweat. "Come over here Darling," He said to Lexi. Lexi sat on his other lap placed her cute, bleached butt on his cock. Michael then started sucking her tits and sucking her milk as Lexi began grinding on his cock. Michael placed her on the bench where she could look at me. I went to Michael and knelt before him sucking and gagging on his cock. I got up and sat on his cock, grabbing it and rubbing it on my pussy opening and clit. Finally, he snapped and rammed his cock inside me. "AAAARRRRRHHHH" I screamed, his cock halfway inside me. He held it in, and I descended on it, my soaked pussy working him into me Rubbing his cock on my G-spot allowed me to go down quickly, and then suddenly I felt a white-hot pain that shook me through to my core, my mind went blank and numb. I felt faint and he held me tight hard and shook me. Some energy or power washed over me, and I woke up and started slowly riding his cock. I needed to make up for my inexperience as I felt useless compared to other more experienced women who fucked him.
I started riding him hard, I found the right rhythm and both of us rocked perfectly. After the pain had passed, I never experienced this pleasure. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over me, and my body experienced seizures. "You know, we could take it slow," he said. "You could get paralyzed from this."
"No!!" I screamed. "I've gotten the hang of it. Fuck me as hard as you can if you dare."
There are no words to describe the pleasure I felt from the pounding I received from Michael. Our bodies had become slippery from the sweat, so he had to hold me tight to keep me from falling off, after 30 min he finally shot his load inside me. It was such a warm feeling to receive living sperm. We need to get out of here he said. He picked me up and took me out, Lexi followed in silence, and Michael placed me on a bench. I woke up to slurping sounds and saw Lexi sucking my pussy clean. Then Michael entered his cock in Lexi's newly formed pussy from behind and in the next couple of hours, safe to say, broke her and rearranged her entire pussy cumming inside many times. He even sat Lexi on his lap and split her asshole apart, making her cum from her clit, the size of a female many times. I returned the favor cleaning my cute girlie Lexi inside out.
I felt hollow without Michael to fill me up. My pussy had become a home for his cock. Nothing else would satisfy me from now on I left to take a shower. Michael followed me inside, "You know it gets easier the second time. But not bad for your first time."
"I have never felt my mind slipping like that, your tight pussy, the way it wrapped around my cock, it was complete ecstasy."
"I know what you mean," I said and kissed him knowing we were perfect for each other. We didn't marry for many years, but I fucked him regularly and even gave to 3 sons and twin ********* all of a beautiful caramel color, soon more to follow.
Growing up Michael's first son through my mom, Lucas, bullied Lexi by molesting and fondling her for fun and was very wild and playful who pranked and caused a lot of trouble. Lexi had grown into a perfect sissy MILF and Lucas spent every moment with her playing with her body. Lexi became Lucas' full-time maid and nanny and breastfed him daily for 10 years. His body became huge from an early age due to drinking so much breastmilk and he loved sitting on Lexi's lap and taking showers with her. Whenever she came home from working in the fertility clinic, she tended to our children and all the children loved her.
Lucas even loved drinking milk from me and called me mommy, since he never knew his real mother, and I loved him like my first son. He and my own children took turns suckling from my teats, in many of mine and Lexi's joint breastfeeding sessions where we breastfed for hours. Michael loved watching me and Lexi breeding and nurturing his beautiful ******, as I continued giving birth to more children.
I loved occasionally arranging private orgies where I, invited many friends and cousins of mine who wanted to fuck Michael and get impregnated by his cock. Over the years, we finally had a ****** worth remembering and the house had become joyful and prosperous again.
I married Michael in a private ceremony where all the invitees were all Baby mommas of Michaels. Our ****** and history were listed in the UBF (UNITED BLACK FRONT) hall of fame and made public as a case study after many years, as a shining example of how our slave owner's bloodline got rid of racism and what a perfectly happy ****** looked like.
Alana married Lexi. Still beautiful and youthful at 34 years of age, she fell in love with Lexi as a woman. They enjoyed a beautiful life together and once Lucas grew up, since he couldn't bear to stay away from his favorite babysitter Lexi, they invited him to their mansion where he pleasured Alana and Lexi and became the man of the house.
I became lonely since Lexi and Lucas moved out. Most of my time was spent in babysitting our children.
Alana gave birth to 5 children through Lucas, and they became a happy ******, living together in their mansion with Troy, Alana's first son with Michael and his wife and children, always enjoying threesomes and foursomes whenever possible.
Alana gathered a lot of wealth over the years that even exceeded her entire ******'s and she bought the Noire ****** mansion and estate. While most of her male ****** members moved out, lot of her female Noire cousins and were given refuge, and soon they were impregnated by either Troy or Lucas extending their families even more.
Michael and I visited the Noire Mansion often and during these nights our joint families and children had a lot of fun, there are many fun games play and stories to share.
At night Alana, Lexi and I always had our private time where we each took turns pleasing Michael.
As an older woman today, I have many sons, hundreds of grandsons and great-grandsons. My record is only broken by a biracial Indian woman by the name of Tulsi. I soon sold my mansion to Tulsi's husband Mallik and moved in with Alana and Lexi and worked for the UBF, which after many challenges became a force to be reckoned with. Mallik one of Michael's cousins was at its head and my mansion was in good hands with him and became a local heritage site and a monument to Black power.
Mallik, Alana, Lexi, Michael, and I built the UBF as it is today. It has become A mighty presence in this city, I'm privileged to live in this era of change and development in Angel Noire.
“Come in Alex!” They had come here on horseback for some alone time, to go over their ****** history again.
Sis, I'm Scared," After Alex's uncle passed away Alissa's mother, married, her deceased husband's younger brother, Alex's father.
"How many times have you been here? You ought not to be afraid of the dark by now!” Alissa knew that a couple of minutes in the dark would make Lexi brave again... "Fine now Lexi?”
“Don’t call me that!!”
Sticking my tongue out at him. “Only girls are scared of the dark, sissy girl.”
“Aaarhhhh stop it!!!” He whined. “I’m leaving.”
“Lex you know I love you, I'm just teasing you?!!" I hugged him and kissed him on the lips, it always made him blush.
“Stop, mommy told us to stop doing that now we are older.”
“Nonsense, You promised to marry me someday?”
“No!” he whined “We are brother and sister."
“What?” I said in shock. “All those chivalrous promises you made saying you would beat up my future husband and claim me as your wife, were false, you are breaking my heart?!” I teased.
“Every man that meets you wants to marry you,” he said. “I’ll find myself a beautiful girl to marry someday too.”
“Hahaha fat chance you finding a girl with that girly sissy body, I’m the only woman who would have you,” I teased in a baby voice.
“Tell me why you brought me here?”
"We are here to look at our ****** tree. Now, let’s play a game using the names of our ancestors. I point at the person and you will tell me of their deeds and how they are related to you. You suck at history so time to refresh your memory and know where you come from. You get one wrong; I’ll slap your butt hard! Who was this?" pointing at a name and a painting of a person.
“That’s your *** and my uncle, belonging to our aristocratic ****** of Blackston. He was married to our mom Lady Camille Noir another noble from the three aristocratic families and estate holders in Angel Noire. He died in the war shortly after you were born.”
“Correction, he was her first love and the best husband she ever had, who is this?”
“This is my ***, the man who mom had to marry after most male members of the ******, had died in the war. Mom despised him and said he was incapable of pleasing her, it is said she had multiple lovers afterward.
“That’s correct,” I said, “He was a weak entitled child who refused to be drafted even though he was unmarried but he did allow his happily married alpha brother to join.
“This?” We continued for a long time, and he got many names wrong, for which I punished him by slapping his butt. We went over the history of our families and thereby the village itself.
Angel Noire was a very wealthy village for centuries, with numerous resources. Many rich families over the centuries owned, gold and coal mines, sugar, tea, and coffee plantations. Most of the estates used slaves for labor and most Masters treated their slaves well. The more beautiful black women and men were groomed to be sexual Deities for the pleasures of the estate's Masters and Mistresses. This was heavily frowned upon in the misogynistic society of the time so it was done in a secret network of the wealthy.
If a white Mistress became pregnant from a slave, the offspring were given a high position in the household, including being groomed as reliable butlers, personal assistants, bodyguards, work foremen, and even accountants for the Master of the ******. Later when slavery was banned, it didn’t have much of an effect at first. Both races co-existed peacefully, unlike the rest of America. Many of the former slaves that did not leave the area were employed as workers on or outside the homestead, in the ****** businesses. Because some still saw blacks as slaves a new law was enacted. Any mistreatment of the new blue-collar employees would be punished in the local court.
Those colored descendants of the aristocrats were free but not given complete freedom per se as they remained indentured to the ****** they were born into. As part of the ******, they were educated and managed entire estates or one of the ****** businesses for the white aristocrats. These colored descendants were considered second-class, born into an upper working class (White collar) working as bodyguards, carriage drivers, horse breeders, accountants, and Masters of the labor force, (foremen). In short, these Black second-class members of the ****** managed entire estates and businesses and knew these businesses inside out.
The underground network of sex deities remained intact and has even expanded to include mix raced people second class ****** members. Some beautiful mixed-race girls and boys were traded between families, as exotic Mistresses. This enraged the black aristocrats and caused a servant rebellion when an abusive Master ignored the rules and was mistreating his servants and workers.
During one of his violent outbursts, an incident occurred where a well-loved female of the 'black aristocrats' was murdered. She protested the abuse of the Master she was sent to serve. Once while he was brutally beating a servant she stepped in the way to stop his actions. The white Aristocrat decided to divert his blood rage onto her and hit her hard, driving her head first into a tree, she died of a concussion and severe bleeding a short time later.
The Whiteston ******, of whom the girl was a part were enraged! The cruel Master whose name was eventually stricken from history offered to pay reparations to the ****** to escape justice, but the Whiteston ****** chose to do nothing. This inaction caused a bloody and brutal rebellion, fueled by the girl's white half-sister, her black father, and some other members of the ******.
After that abusive Master and his ****** were brutally killed, the rebellion got out of hand. Many Black aristocrats were put forward as leaders, they were promised loyalty by the rebels and due to their knowledge of their ****** businesses, many of them were motivated to take over.
Many wealthy aristocratic families were killed off and their properties were turned over to the mixed-race second-class members of the ******. Many of the white females of these families did not resist the rebels when they came to the estate knowing they would be claimed, by the new Masters of the ******, and those that did resist many were taken captive and forcefully impregnated by the rebels defacing their aristocratic standing.
Peace eventually came in the form of Luthor Brendt. A very popular young man, who was handsome, muscular, and a lady’s favorite. When the rebellion asked black aristocrats to be their leaders; they would rally around, Luthor was an ideal leader due to his popularity and vast knowledge. He accepted the leadership and rallied them around him calming them with his words.
In his younger days, Luther had slept with half the young ladies in the town of White Angel. Even men liked him as they loved to watch him fuck their wives for entertainment. He could go on for hours, there were rumors, he came from a ****** of witches, whose roots go back to the Witch doctors and shamans from Ancient Africa.
He had a certain charm that no woman who came across him could resist, many fell in love at first sight. He was a very good wrestler and boxer who had monstrous strength that only some of his Whiteston half-siblings could match. But none matched him in his womanizing.
Due to his prowess many men, including his Whiteston half-brothers wanted him to breed with the white females including their own wives, to give them strong offspring. Of course, they had white children of their own to pass on their wealth and privilege to. As Luthor grew wiser and gave up his wild behavior, he became responsible and joined the protection and bodyguard services and was soon promoted to be the leader of the village security. He loved the travel that went with the position and took advantage of it to learn the white aristocratic ways of how business was done, investments, and managing finance for himself.
Luthor now the leader of the rebel force and the one that put an end to the violence asked the mayor, the leader of White Angel to recognize the former second-class mixed race ****** members that had been put forward by the rebels as their leaders and the new head of the families that had been slaughtered as the rightful heirs of their families estates, businesses and its wealth.
He with his power would ensure that another rebellion would not happen and, to ensure his high-class status was respected, he asked for the Whiteston youngest ********, Beatrice Whiteston's hand in marriage. He was always in love with the Whiteston leader's ********. Her father was overprotective of her, it was forbidden for any man to touch her till marriage. Some people, both white and black men were whipped cruelly just for looking at her. But Luthor secretly had taken her virginity and wanted to make her his wife.
The mayor was furious, "Luthor know your place in this society now get out!!"
Luthor left and went to ask for help from the only woman who could help him, his mother. who lived away from society, she preferred to live closer to nature, sometimes living with the Indian tribes in the area. The local Indian Shamans respected her since her powers exceeded their wildest imaginations.
(Now the rest of this history is based on rumor.)
Soon, the teenage sons and grandsons of the White aristocratic families began developing girly bodies. The mayor loved his third wife and wanted his children with her to inherit his ****** estate. He was furious and didn't believe what was going on was magic. He started beating his son and sent him to train at a youth camp, 'to make him, a man!'
The child's sergeant at the camp was a strong black man who was meant to teach him manliness. Alistair surprisingly excelled in all training routines with his agility, strength, and quick wit. But the problem wasn't in his abilities. Several months later his drill sergeant started noticing the boy was transforming into a full woman physically!? At first, he was shocked and planned to tell his father! Then since he wasn't getting any sex being trapped in the training camps all day he seduced the young boy.
Every day after taking Alistair riding in the woods, he would fuck the girl Alistair had become, Alistair even started to enjoy his body and the pleasures of a woman. Then the sergeant decided to tell her father, his son had transformed. His father broke down upon seeing her. He withdrew to his room refusing to leave and entered into a state of depression. When Luthor revisited him and asked him to reconsider his proposition, He begged him to turn Alistair back?!
Luthor smiled, with the knowledge he did not have to say anything and told the mayor it would take some time. As a result, peace was achieved. A century before America achieved equal rights, this village isolated from the racist ideologies of the United States government, achieved equal rights.
Luthor took the noble name of Brendt, The name coming from a slave brand. On the day of his marriage with his sweetheart Beatrice Blackston, Luthor invited his father-in-law to his mansion, to fulfill another condition of their agreement and that was for him to be present when Luthor fucked his bride, the man's newlywed ********, consummating the marriage in front of him, which most likely would lead to her impregnation.
Not long after his marriage Luthor became the first black mayor of the newly growing and developing town. He even changed the name of this town to Angel Noire, a complete mirror to its previous name White Angel.
In the aftermath of the revolt, the Whiteston ****** forever changed its name to Blackston to remind itself of its shame. Nobody knew what became of the transformed girls. The rumors were that since they were not capable of giving birth many went to big cities to work as prostitutes, a popular and demanded profession back then.
Alistair or Alison was the only one who stayed. In the secluded environment of his brother-in-law Luthor's estate, he worked as the nanny and breastfeeder (he developed the ability to produce milk) of his sister's children and caretaker of the mansion, only his ****** knew of his existence.
Luthor had begged his mother to turn them back to men, but she told him actions have consequences and told Luthor live with it. His father-in-law, died soon after due to old age, never seeing his son become a man.
"Today we are the only Blackston ****** members left. Over the years many Brendt ****** members, Noire ******, and Blackston members intermingled. There was even a saying "To refuse a Brendt's hand in marriage is to invite curse upon the ******." Soon a lot of members migrated to bigger cities and there was an inflow of migrants, from Europe, India, Asia, Africa, and South America.
But the isolated Suburb and its laws were always distanced from the US government, only sending men to be indoctrinated into the US army when the need arose. The suburb grew and buildings were built due to the influx of talented architects, designers, and other businessmen. The values of this town never changed. People donated their money for development and that money was put to good use by the treasury. The orphanages were the best in the country, poor people were given jobs everyone participated in cooperative projects for the city. Aside from bar fights, and brawls between jealous lovers, there wasn't much crime.
After the many great wars, there was a gloomy and depressing feeling since many of the sons of the families of Angel Noire gave their lives and the population had seriously dwindled. But we worked hard to build anew, as decades passed.
"So, we are the only Blackston's left?" asked Alex.
"We are the only white and directly linked Blackston's left. Sure, we have some African genes in us since we all came from Luthor Brendt, but over time, sometimes marrying our cousins, and into the predominantly white Noire Families, we have kept our white genes, and are heirs to our estate since the ownership of the estate is to pass only to a white person. Surprisingly this rule was accepted by Luthor Brent. We talked about history as we rode back. My teenage brother asked me so many questions about magic, witches, and curses. After a while, his questions became stupid nonsense. I told him, he was cursed and going to become a girl if he didn't shut up.
While heading back I reminisced about my own life. My first stepfather and my uncle were spineless, gutless creatures, many years older than my mom and my deceased father, a man I hated. According to my mom, the only time she had sex with him was on their wedding night when she was Impregnated. After that, she refused to be touched by him.
She was always sad over the death of her first love. Her new husband wasn’t at all romantic, and due to his wife’s cold attitude was scared to even ask her to have sex with him, whenever he spoke, everyone was bored to death. The only good or redeeming factor of my worthless stepfather was the company of friends he kept, especially his childhood best friend and business partner Michael Brendt. While my stepfather spent a lot of time away, often hunting with his friends and on business trips, Michael was like the father I never had. Since he knew my father and was his friend first, he always told me stories about him during their childhood growing up together how they were rivals at everything hunting, racing, boxing, etc. even for the love of my mom Camilla Noire, the most beautiful and desired woman in the town. Of course, my *** was better at him or tied with him in all manner of competitions. He ended up winning the love of my mom.
Michael taught me all kinds of things, how to read, different languages, how to ride and groom a horse, our ****** history, how to defend myself, how to use a pistol, how to hunt, etc. I and my baby brother Alex always had fun whenever he was around. He always brought us gifts while my stepfather couldn’t be bothered to be around us. I saw that mom’s attitude improved when Michael decided to move into our estate, finally settling down after traveling a lot, and was around for us mom felt closest to him since he knew her dead husband best.
I was quite young and innocent when I found out what adults did secretly behind closed doors. Previously when Michael was traveling, whenever my stepfather left the house, I saw that one of his friends stayed at home and spent time with my mom in one of the guest bedrooms. One day while I was playing with my baby brother, my curiosity got the better of me when I saw my mom head into the master bedroom. I put the baby to sleep and followed my mom. My stepfather’s friend was saying some nasty words to my mom. It was dark in the corridor leading to the bedroom, so the servants or passersby couldn’t see me. I peeked through the keyhole and saw something that shocked me. My mom was naked kneeling and sucking that man’s big peepee. It was the first time I saw a grown man and woman naked.
Any normal child would have just run, but I kept staring. How could she put something as dirty as a peepee in her mouth?! “Suck my dick, you whore” he kept saying while moaning in pleasure.
“We need to do this fast,” she said, “before he returns home.” He placed her on the bed and put his peepee in the hole between her legs and both of them started grinding and humping fast. My blood froze when she started screaming. I thought they were fighting, and he was hurting her. I thought about telling the guards but didn't I wanted to find an explanation and see this through.
As I saw, his ‘dick’ (Adults call a peepee a dick?!) smashing her hole. She soon started moaning in pleasure as if she liked getting hurt, she held him close tight and told him to fuck him harder. This went on for 20 minutes when he removed his dick and sprayed some white sticky jelly (was it pee?) onto her body. Soon both of them were sweaty and exhausted and went to the bathroom to clean up.
That opened my eyes to the world, and a few days later I went to the library to understand what just happened. I read the dictionary to find out the meaning behind the words sex, dick, fuck, pleasure, and many more. I sneaked into the adult section, to understand what sex truly meant. I couldn’t understand some adult books since the language was hard to understand, but I did find some magazines and photo albums that contained nude pictures of adult women and men, some of them engaged in sex. Some pictures even contained black men who appeared to have enormous dicks, most of the time, with larger dicks than white people, bigger than the white man who had sex with my mom.
I often asked people who I trusted like my maid, my tutor, and others what sex was. She was scared to answer and said it was a bad word for a little girl to use. Most adults had the same answer when questioned and threatened to tell my mother. As I grew older, I started to notice things differently. Whenever passing through the servant’s quarters, whenever I heard the “ah” sound I knew those people were having sex.
The only person who gave me a straight answer was the friendly stable boy who I liked. He told me sex was done only between a man and his wife, with the intent to have a baby, and it was forbidden to have sex with another person when married. That was the first time I felt bad for my Stepfather since Mommy was cheating or having an affair.
Several years after Michael moved in, I noted that mom had stopped having affairs with my stepfather’s friends and spent a lot of time with Michael. He was a very handsome man, many servant girls, my female friends, and even local girls commented how dreamy he looked with his tall stature, built body, huge torso bulky legs, beautiful smooth dark face, piercing green eyes, and deep voice. I wouldn't find out until much later that even at 50 years of age, he was still just as handsome.
As Alex grew up to be around 11 years of age, he and I were inseparable, we often snuck around watching any two passionate teenage couples flirting and followed them to watch them have sex. As Alex was just as curious as I was around his age, watching naked people started to arouse me. I explored my body and found out that touching myself made me feel good. One day, when I came home from shopping around town, I saw Mom leaning close to Michael flirting, and giggling at everything he was saying.
Soon mom embraced him, and he put his arms around her and they began kissing. I knew immediately what was about to happen and hid. Still, Michael resisted her charms and told her he couldn’t sleep with his best friend’s wife, his dead best friend, whose ****** he had sworn to raise and protect.
She seduced him craftily, saying a worthless man like her husband couldn’t satisfy her and had driven her into a deep depression. She told him that Michael was the shining light in her life, and asked him if he was still in love with her? These words swayed him, and he finally gave up all resistance and returned the kiss. As they grappled to remove each other’s clothes while kissing passionately, she knelt and removed his pants, and took out his cock staring at it with lust in her eyes. As soon as she started sucking him, I chose to move to change my viewing angle and I saw the biggest cock I ever laid my eyes on! Even in pictures, or the black teenagers I had spied on, nobody had half his size!!
That’s when he looked in the direction I was hiding and spotted me with a knowing look. He reverted his gaze and had a look of embarrassment.
In a flash, he picked up mom, displaying his strength he took her into his bedroom and left the door slightly open. I followed them and saw that he had turned her upside down and she was still sucking his cock, he held her in mid-air. He placed her on the bed in a sixty-nine position, he began face fucking her mouth. He soon let out a huge grunt as he released his sperm into her mouth. Most men would have gotten soft then, but not Michael. As he turned to take a condom from his drawers, mom told him it won’t matter since his cock is the only cock she would enjoy from now on and that she wanted to feel it inside her.
He placed her in a missionary position and ate her vagina, before entering her. She screamed so loud, he roughly covered her mouth and started pushing slowly inside her. I was fearful he was going to break her irreparably. Inch, by inch, his cock entered halfway inside her. Then he started humping, both their bodies sweaty, tangled in a slow passionate rhythm. Soon she stopped screaming and started moaning in pleasure, whimpering like a wounded animal between intervals when he entered more of his cock inside her, till he was fully inside. This scene reminded me of a horse breeding a mare with its cock. I was aroused out of my mind and started touching and fingering myself.
As she wrapped her legs around him and the slapping, squelching, and hammering sounds grew louder, I knew then this scene would be etched in my mind for all eternity. I lost track of time and wondered what possessed me to stay there and watch them for hours. Soon after letting out a roar, he filled her vagina with his sperm and they both collapsed in exhaustion whispering “I love you" to each other. I left to go back to my room, I couldn’t sleep so I went into Alex’s room and cuddled with him until I fell into a blissful sleep.
Alex kissed me awake and I saw I was late for my home tutor’s lessons and knew I would be punished. The whole day I couldn’t get the scene out of my head. I had to watch them again. There were even several instances I imagined him fucking me. “Was I falling in ‘love’ with Michael? Is this what love was, being sexually attracted to a person of the opposite sex?”
Soon guilt and ethical beliefs kicked in, and I felt I had to tell my stepfather what was going on behind his back since it was the morally right decision. I wouldn’t have wanted my mom to sleep with other men when she was married to my father. I wouldn’t want the boy I love to sleep with other women if I ever had a boyfriend. I was going to tell stepdaddy a long time ago, but I didn’t figure out how to discuss the topic with him, since we didn’t speak to each other much except to talk about what my private tutor taught me today, or how Alex is doing in classes or how he performed in his physical activities. Even when, for a while, mom stopped sleeping with her husband's friends, since Michael was around, this made me think she would be faithful again and decided not to tell daddy. But now I was unsure of her faithfulness and finally decided to gather proof to tell him.
On another fateful day, I saw them together heading to an empty guest bedroom for some private time. I knew which room they would go to. I got my portable tape recorder and hid myself in the closet. They entered the room discussing various topics including our future. They even discussed their married life if it ever happened in the future. He told her about how I was very talented just like my father, and brother was always failing in physical activities like fencing, and sparing and lacked stamina, especially activities that required bravery. Michael talked about how Alex had a sweet personality and he loved him for that but wanted to see him display manly attributes.
Mom then said the words that shocked me. She said, "I didn’t give a fuck about Alex or my husband and I don't want weak children! Personally, I would respect Alex more if he decided to wear his sister’s childhood clothes and become a girl. When I was pregnant with him, I fully expected another girl, and I would have happily raised her to choose strong men."
"It’s not too late for him to become a man.” said Michael seemingly upset.
“Weren’t your ancestor's the witches who turned weak men into women? she laughed, “Then we could set him up with a gay Brendt member of the ******?”
"There are not that many of us left here, I'm afraid," said Michael. Michael seemed uncomfortable but laughed politely not to hurt her ego by contradicting her. “It’s not too late,” he said, “some boys are late bloomers.”
“No,” Alex’s mother said without emotion. I wish from the bottom of my heart that he were a girl. I don’t want anything to do with him otherwise. I know a fucking sissy faggot when I see one. My cousin was one and had the same mannerisms, he eloped with his boyfriend to God knows where. Once we get married, I want your children with superior genes.”
“There’s always a solution,” said Michael sternly now slightly raising his voice. I knew Michael was a good person, conflicted between his lust for the woman before him and his fatherly love for Alex. “This is the last time we speak of this; Alex will choose his own fucking life when he grows up, and I’ll love him no matter what,” Michael said his voice full of conviction and silent rage.
They soon proceeded to lovemaking, which went on for hours and I recorded the whole thing! This time, I wasn’t aroused. I just wanted to get proof of how broken of a woman my mother had become.
I heard him leave, I heard my mother say “I know you are in there, whoever you are, get out of the closet.” My heart skipped a beat. I needed this proof and couldn’t risk it being discovered. I stepped out of the closet not opening the doors fully to risk the recorder being seen. I stared at my naked mother covered head to toe in sperm. And she stared back at me in silence.
Chapter 2
I was trembling before my gorgeous naked mother, with long dark hair, all messed up, untidy but in a beautiful messy way, evidently exhausted, completely satiated, and the destroyed state of her pussy, from all the cum on her face, some leaking out of her pussy some cum on her over suckled and used breasts. Her brilliant blue eyes stared at me. I stared not knowing what to say.
She broke the awkward silence. “What are you doing here, were you spying on me, you pervert?”
“Nnnn. No. I wasn’t, I didn’t,” I sputtered incoherently.
“I didn’t catch that,” she said slowly grinning in an eerie way waiting for me to answer. “Why were you in a closet spying on me?!” She repeated louder.
I finally got the strength to answer back. “What were YOU doing with Michael, Huh? When you are married!!”
“You know, I could just disown you and have you transferred to another house and marry you off to one of the Brendts. I could make you disappear from my life forever.” She said in a nonchalantly ‘matter of fact voice.’
“You are evil!” I told her, my voice shaking with either fear or anger. “My mother is an evil psycho!!”
“Let’s talk”, she said. “Why are you here in the first place? I think I know why," she continued, "I think it’s just plain old curiosity. It has landed you in a sticky spot. I would choose my next words carefully if I was you.”
“Tell me the TRUTH, WHY are you here??!!!!” She screamed suddenly her voice cracking like a whip.
I had no choice but to tell her.
“I, I, I,” I said trembling and stuttering, “I like watching other people have sex.” I didn’t know what else to say. She kept staring at me with those beautiful eyes, like a tigress looking for a reason to pounce and sink its teeth in my neck.
“How long have you spied on me?"
“Since I was a child,” I answered truthfully even though I wanted to lie that it all happened recently.
After a few silent seconds later, she said “It's called being a ‘voyeur” to enjoy watching others have sex. Some people like to watch women fuck superior men. Even some men like watching their wives with superior men. That’s called a Cuckold. Women who like to watch their superior husband in bed with a younger, more beautiful woman is a cuckquean.”
“Why are you telling me this?"
“You wanted to learn about sex, right?
To truly understand sex, you need to understand the pleasure it gives. Sex is not always the plain old boring kind between a husband and a wife. What if the wife is not sufficiently satisfied by the husband huh? What if a woman is too beautiful for one man and meets men with more value than her husband? What if she is a queen with power and an army and countless suitors? A woman like that will want to fuck whomsoever she wanted. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?” I nodded, pretending to understand. “I’m telling you," She continued “A man’s priority and usefulness depends on the ability to completely satisfy a woman and give her strong children, and provide for her, those are signs of a King. But every woman is a queen, and her highest and truest priority in life is to utilize her body to achieve the maximum pleasure life can offer her.
Come here” she commanded.
She took down my panties and traced her finger around my vagina slowly fingering me and moistening it.
“Do you feel good?” She asked me. I hesitated, “Tell me the truth?!”
“Yes,”
"There are so many layers to a woman’s pleasure, so many positions, so many ways for her to achieve an orgasm, the Indians even wrote a whole book about it.”
“True love is the complete satisfaction of a woman with a man who completes her every desire. If you do not satisfy her, she will eventually cheat or have affairs with better men.
A woman’s pleasure is endless, we are goddesses, whose every wish and desire are meant to be satisfied. Today's sexist society is controlled by envious men who choose to suppress a woman’s desires by laying useless laws and restrictions meant to enslave them. There is a saying that only beautiful women enjoy sex. Even some inferior boys choose to cross-dress, become women, or turn gay to feel even a fraction of the pleasure experienced by a woman. I'm your mother and every word I’m telling you is the truth. As a beautiful young woman, don’t ever limit yourself to anything.”
I was speechless, what she said made sense in a twisted way.
“So, this remains a secret?” I nodded obediently scared to refuse. “Good girl, and one more thing,” she said smiling. “As punishment for spying on mommy, I want you to clean mommy up, you know, get a taste of that superior cum, learn the difference. An inferior man’s cum is thin and watery while a superior male’s cum is thick and gooey."
“You want me to eat that? I thought you meant to get you a napkin or something.” I said incredulously.
“Clean me now girl” she repeated the same order more directly. I cleaned every part of her mommy's body, from the face, neck, breasts, and finally from the pussy. As I neared her pussy, I could see the damage Michael's cock had wrought upon it, it was practically a demolition site. It smelled so strong, her juices mixed with Michaels and sweat. As I slowly started cleaning her crotch area, mommy gasped in pain, since her pussy was painful, swollen, and damaged. As I kept licking her salty cummy paste, she began moaning and held my head and pushed it tightly against her crotch, grinding and humping my lips.
"Good Girl," she kept saying playing with my hair. "Mommy's life was hard and filled with tragedy, but you can have a better and happier life, with your loving brother. I have made my decision, give your old clothes to Alex and teach him the superiority of a black man, A sissy faggot can be a lady's best companion. He can be your Lady Alison to your Lady Beatrice." she said, reminding me of that old story. "I want this ****** to have strong Black children only. To answer your doubts, I loved your father, he was the last white alpha of this ****** along with his cousins and uncles who perished in the war. He was so strong, he satisfied every corner, every inch of my body. No offense to you, but if only he had impregnated me with twins or a strong white male..."
"practice. Explore your sexuality and train your pussy to accommodate superior cocks. You are not a peasant, you are an aristocrat, your desires and sexuality are well protected within the walls of the estate from public shame as long as you pay your servants on time and treat the common folk with respect. My darling princess, you can have a much better life than me, you are the last hope of continuing your ****** line. Make sure you have many children with strong men."
"Tame Alex, educate him on our ideals, and bring him along to watch us next time. I am giving you an important task, finish it." After I was done, we cuddled our naked bodies together and soon showered together.
For the first time in my life, I felt a semblance of her love, all because I discovered her secret. On the other hand, I had discovered proof, on my tape, that she was an evil psychopath, I had enough evidence to put her in a mental asylum for the rest of her life, but my curiosity prevailed. I wanted to see where this path led.
Alex and I started to sleep in my pink girly room. During evenings and nighttime, I piqued his curiosity by giving him girly clothes to wear, doing his makeup and lipstick, and calling him pretty which made him blush. I also let him play with my vast doll collection, even giving him one of my prized dolls called Lexi. We even practiced kissing sometimes, in case a real boy would kiss us someday.
During the day he wore male clothes and didn't like being called a girl. Soon I included him in my Voyeur sessions. At first, he was skeptical, scared to hear her moans, and upset she was doing this to his daddy, who he loved and respected with childlike innocence, but eventually, his little penis started getting hard watching them. I told him Michael would be the best stepdaddy if he ever got married to my mom he would love us very much.
I even made him watch as I lost my virginity to one of my former servants, the stable boy, who had first educated me about sex. He eventually become a popular horse breeder, loved by wealthy families for breeding powerful racehorses. I shyly approached him and told him I liked him and thanked him for having once given me such good advice that it changed my life.
Soon I used my ladylike charms, giggled, and flirted with him to seduce him. Back when he was a teenager, he took the virginities of many noble girls and had hence developed a reputation. Many of my friends told me and joked about how he was practically half horse and had a horse Cock due to spending all that time around horses. He was huge for a white man, but nowhere near Michael's size. He placed me on a sack of hay and fucked me, I moaned in pleasure, and I came hard several times. The fact that my sissy brother was watching me made me cum harder. So our life went on peacefully and carefree for a few years.
But tragedy soon struck, as my stepfather got severely ill, many feared he was close to death. I stayed beside him with our maids and took care of the dying man. In his final days, we spoke and bonded more, as he revealed his final thoughts, things he couldn't tell me when he was healthy. He told me he loved his brother, who was always superior to him and won the love of my mom fair and square and apologized for how much pain he gave me, by being his poor replacement, which made me cry. He also warned me of my mother, saying once upon a time, she was a sweetheart and how good friends they were, when she was younger.
When his father, then leader of the house died of sickness, all responsibilities fell on him, and he distanced himself from his close friends and brothers, especially her. They met once again during his brother's wedding to her. "Today, your mother is more broken than anybody can fix and has a much darker personality." He told me he could never fall in love with her because she was nowhere close to the happy and bubbly girl she was in her youth, he said he could not figure her out during their marriage. He lamented that he was born with a curse of not being romantic.
"You can be better than her" He said echoeing the same words spoken by my mother.
He asked me if there was a man I loved? I went silent, this was the time to be honest, as my secret would go to the grave with him. I told the maids to leave the room and for the first time, I said aloud
“I’m in love with Michael Brendt.” I spoke my feelings for the first time
“Then within my final hours, I give you my blessing, and may you and he lead this house and ****** to prosperity." He was very happy, that his old friend would have a worthy wife. Women were always after his body; nobody truly loved him for his feelings.
"He is a very strong man bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders. His life is filled with tragedy, the death of many ****** members, and the death of his illegitimate ******** and former girlfriend in a car accident." He told me whenever Michael didn’t spend time with his ‘cool’ brother, they often spent some alone time together talking about failed lovers. In his last moments he was so happy I chose to love his broken friend. He called his lawyers, and wrote in his final will, that I would inherit all properties of the Blackston estate.
During his funeral, my brother and I cried the hardest, while Michael cried privately later, over a few drinks with me. My mother didn't even attend the funeral, and her behavior started getting stranger over time. Almost immediately the town celebrated as Michael and our mother got married and he became our new stepfather. The marriage was grand and the whole town was closed down to celebrate for three days.
We were both invited to their honeymoon where we traveled for the first time to Paris, home of my ancestors, and wondered at the beautiful sights of a new country. Upon my mother’s strict orders, Alex’s name was changed to Lexi on the passport, and he wore girly clothes the whole time we were there.
We were made to witness their lovemaking on their marital bed in our luxury hotel at every opportunity. Lexi and I often went dress and shoe shopping together. People even paid him compliments as he wore girly clothes of the latest Parisian fashion. It felt good to be open in a place where no one knew us. After returning home, mom and Michael spent a lot of time together in isolation and distanced themselves from us for a month. During the nighttime, I spotted them frequently heading into a forest. After following them, and pinpointing exactly where they went, I discovered during a certain morning they always visited a cave wherein there was an ancient pagan shrine which I couldn't figure out.
Months later, Alex’s body began transforming bit by bit. His breasts began to develop, his hips got wider, his lips became thicker, and he lost all body hair, but his dark hair got longer, and his skin became smooth and soft. Whenever he wore boy clothes during the daytime, he looked very handsome and cute, even other girls started liking him and asking him out for dates. But I knew deep down, they just wanted him for his prestigious name, and many believed he was heir to our house and our wealth. I often followed them into isolated areas where the girls declared their love to him and hoped he would marry them someday.
He would often only perform oral sex with his girlfriends, suck their breasts and eat their pussy. But things never escalated to sex, as soon as he undressed himself revealing his feminine body and his tiny penis. The girls always told him, they would have sex after marriage. But I could see they struggled not to laugh. I would follow these girls and see that they returned to their boyfriends who had sex with them. I felt sorry for him, when I would return home, I would always say that I loved him truly, more than any woman alive, which put him in a great mood.
Mother and Michael began having sex at every opportunity, never letting go of one another, in the living room, and every other room in the house, the swimming pool hall, during our picnics together, in front of our maids and servants without shame. I began to get jealous of her and wished it was me in his arms. Mom soon began coming unhinged, slowly losing her mind. She was furious that I was named heir of all our property and not her. She often humiliated me by screaming dirty harsh words during their lovemaking, making sure I knew, she was the queen of the house, not me.
After she became pregnant, her attitude toward others worsened. She began openly suggesting that her child with Michael would be the prince of the house, daring me to retort her. She frequently screamed at the maids and servants and bossed everyone around. One day, she found out that one of her maids Samantha used to sneak out of the house to spend time with her boyfriend shirking her duties.
She called Samantha privately and offered to pay her a large sum of money for a particular deed, which the maid accepted. Her boyfriend was called over to witness his love, Samantha being fucked by a huge black bodyguard, moaning and screaming in pleasure in front of him. Samantha became pregnant, and her lover committed suicide, one of the very few reported suicide cases in Angel Noire.
There were many such instances of my mother's strange and violent episodes, but none were as harsh as this. Samantha once was a nice, sweet girl and I was boiling in rage over what I had witnessed wanting to kill my mother. They were my workers, and I was responsible for them. But mom was pregnant, my hands were tied since I couldn’t do anything to hurt her before she bore her child.
There was a gloomy and melancholic atmosphere, and everyone was afraid of what she would do next. During her pregnancy mom sent Michael over to other places to manage our businesses. Sometimes when he was working nearby, Alex and I would follow him and learn more about the ****** business.
We reunited on the day of her delivery when another tragic incident occurred. Mom was pregnant with twins and one large baby boy was born healthy, but she miscarried the other baby and died as a result. It was a quick but painful death, and she didn't go as peacefully as her second husband. She said no parting last words to me. I mourned the good woman she was before my father’s death, but I knew Karma had gotten her. Alex didn’t show any emotions and didn’t cry a single tear, whereas Michael was crying and weeping openly, completely broken after suffering another loss. My new half-brother named Lucas was a very sweet baby boy, wild, but loved spending time with me and Alex, we loved him unconditionally. His playful attitude lightened up the house, everyone loved playing with him.
His presence made us forget the tragedy. Nobody talked about mom, much. Her ****** offered Michael another hand in marriage, that of a beautiful woman named Alana. She was my oldest cousin, who was my senior in my tutoring class who was mainly for wealthy children in the Town. She was my best friend while growing up, often gave me notes, helped me study, and gave me a vast knowledge about sex telling me many stories of her sexual experiences.
Michael told them he needed time but accepted a date with her shortly. I comforted Michael through his pain. Alex and I never left his side for several months and made sure he was never alone, always cuddling and sleeping beside him, his huge arms wrapping us together.
In time Michael’s mood improved.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked him one day curled on his lap watching TV.
“Are you kidding me? I’m surprised you haven’t got a boyfriend” he said surprised. “You know,” he continued, you don’t have to be like her, having unusual kinks.” This was the first time Michael spoke of my mom since her funeral.
“What do you mean?”
“You know I saw you watching us. When you were younger, on multiple occasions. You have a brother whom you dress up as a girl. I know your mother forced these perversions on you, but you don’t have to follow them. I just want to have a normal life, without your ******'s kinks!”
“You know in school, after classes, a group of dirty perverted girls, held me in the bathroom, trapped me. Each one of them forced me to have sex with them. They used me and drained me till I was out. Even my former girlfriend forced herself on me on multiple occasions and made me impregnate her, then she thanked me for her baby and left. The stories I hear about your mother, I’m shocked.”
“That’s kind of every man's dream,” I said, don’t know what you are complaining about? Besides, you and mommy did that Witchy ritual to change Alex?!”
“Hahahaaa” he laughed l, I don’t know what ritual you are talking about? But seriously that statement is personally offensive, I was deprived of any kind of love. If you didn’t notice, my first ******** died in a car crash, and the second died in miscarriage.”
“You know you can’t get your ******** back or the other twin but… I can give you other children to make up for the ones you lost, with lots of love?" Before he could answer, I kissed him, lovingly and tenderly and slipped my tongue into his mouth. My hips even began grinding his hardening cock. He grabbed my waist squeezed my ass and pulled me closer.
I was in my lingerie and he was in his boxers. Since we didn’t leave the house all day for weeks, we barely wore any clothing except for the ones we changed into after swimming. He broke the kiss, and for the first time looked into my eyes and my soul. My underwear was soaked! I realized, I had squirted prematurely and was still leaking. “I’m just really excited,” I told him embarrassed, I have not been with many people.
“This is awkward, but there is something I need to tell you. My cock can hurt you. I have had women who had to get medical treatments because I tore something inside them.”
“Hhehehe” I giggled “don’t worry I’ve seen it in action. And practiced a lot with my dildoes.
“You know, the Noir ****** had some conditions they had to lay on me before I married your mother. Upon her death, I’m to only marry another direct member of her ******. I have to prepare for the date with Alana.”
“You know,” I said kissing him again, I’m a direct member of Mommy’s ******. You have a son that needs a mother. And I’m ready to give as many childran as you want.”
“I raised you like my own ********," He said pulling away again, "and I can’t break a promise I gave to them.”
“I don’t mind sharing you with her,”
“Are you serious?” He asked me. That’s fucked up.
“Why? All my life I’ve seen you with other women. There is a part of me that enjoys a man with a godly body like yours please beautiful young woman. I’m even attracted to women and love eating a woman’s pussy and drinking their juices and someday would want you to pleasure women who need it. I would enjoy you breeding a young girl who needs your cock and eating your seed from her pussy. I believe every woman deserves to experience your cock, even Alana and Lexi. I don't get jealous. Watching others have sex excites me."
Aside from my mother’s manipulations, this is something I want for Lexi, I wanted a sister..” I want to make everyone happy. I know Alana very well. If I still know her like I used to, she would be delighted to share you with me. She taught me everything I know about sex, even how to please a woman. I practiced on her strap on many times. I know she will please you with her sexy body, and I would love to watch her do so. My dirty words sent Michael over the edge, and he kissed me again.
I climbed down off his lap and knelt on the carpet. I smelled his boxers and pulled them down with my teeth. His cock sprang out wet with my juices and pre cum. For 15 min I licked and cleaned his balls and shaft. His cock had become 12" by the time Lexi came into the house and noticed us. I told her to sit beside me. For the next several hours, I worked my mouth, training my mouth to take his size, I could deepthroat almost 75 percent of him, impressing him with my skills.
Lexi had fallen asleep nearby. I had lost track of time too. I removed my lingerie, now completely naked, and sat on his lap again. “I won’t fuck you tonight," I said licking his nipples and making him moan. "But let's do something fun. Every night, we will sleep naked and cuddle. Let's see how long you can resist."
Next day, I entered the showers with him, he got hard after he saw me naked, and he cleaned me with soap and shampooed me, I did the same to him rubbing soap all over that gorgeous body. He was soon ready for his date. “Bring her to the house instead of you going out with her, I will prepare a nice meal.”
Alana arrived later and was very punctual. We hugged so hard and told each other how much we missed one another. She told me she pursued a modeling career and was a businesswoman in lady's lingerie fashion. I told her I was so proud of her for making it successful on her own without her parent's money. She even gifted me a sample of her sexy lingerie set. We broke the tension with some wine. I was nervous to meet her since the last time I saw her we had sex. What hurt me was that she told me she wanted to travel for her career and did not want to get married anytime soon and left the next day. I cried all night, I did my best to move. She was the only ****** I had loved and that had loved me unconditionally. We talked about everything, even her mother, my aunt she was a lovely and very friendly person who gave me a lot of advice on womanhood and was funny and charismatic before she died.
Alana was very popular and charming and many said she was the spitting image of my mother when she was younger except for the blonde hair. She was a seductress, she had a beautiful athletic body and only had sex with powerful athletic black men who could last for hours, often in my presence many inferior boys were in her friend zone and slaved for her affection often doing menial duties for her.
Myself, Alex and her spent a lot of time together. She would only speak to Alex if he wore girl's clothing, a Pink chastity device she once gifted him, and even gave him a lot of her old girly clothes and always spoke to him in a baby voice, she would make him sit on her lap and would call him a cute girl. She had become a goddess like my mom but younger with flawless skin. We spent a lot of time talking and reminiscing. I couldn’t get the image and taste of her pussy, the last time we met and said our tearful goodbyes.
She must have known what I was thinking and she threw awkward and guilty glances at me. I had become a seductive temptress as well, as I kept tactfully manipulating the conversation toward sexual topics. She had told me after years of working hard, she finally needed to settle down. I invited her to live with us.
A lot of wine glasses later, the talk became sexual. Even Lexi joined and she was so happy to see her, they hugged and complimented each other, on their looks, and dresses. We began playing spin the bottle and we all had the opportunity to kiss each other with passion. Soon we started playing truth and dare. I was asked the truth and told everyone I never had a boyfriend and lost my virginity to Timmy's Horsecock which made everyone burst into laughter. Lexi said, she was there and witnessed the act which made them laugh harder. I then dared Lexi to remove her panties, which revealed his tiny pink penis in a chastity device, on which we all commented, insulted, and measured. Alana called it a very cute clitty. We even gave him a follow-up dare to dance seductively and jiggle his beautiful butt to which we applauded.
When it was Alana's turn, over her many turns, I dared her and Michael to strip completely naked, among other things before I passed out *****. I woke up after an hour, to Lexi's voice. "Come quick!!" She said. "They are doing it!!" We both sneaked outside Michael's room and watched those gorgeous creatures fucking. They were fucking with such tempo, and perfect rhythm, her moans were so sweet, it was hypnotic. We entered the room and let them see me. She looked at me with those lustful hungry eyes and said "Wanna join?"
"No", I said, "Tonight's all about you", You are so beautiful, I wanna see your beauty ravaged and used by his beautiful cock. "A beautiful goddess like you always deserved his cock." She was more aroused by his cock and started riding him harder, with such speed, even mom couldn't match her stamina.
"Come closer" She ordered me and Lexi. Our faces were so close to their genitalia, his cock smashing inside her pussy and making all the squelching and wet sounds, and their juices dripping. She eventually squirted so hard that his cock slipped out. "Clean it" She ordered Lexi.
I made out with Alana while Lexi deepthroated Michael. I could smell Alana and ate her, cleaning her up, her juices were as good as I remembered. All night they fucked achieving multiple orgasms and we cleaned up. Finally, he squirted his load inside her. holding his cock inside her for ten minutes with Lexi sucking his balls and I licking her clit.
Alana and Michael were exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms as I was eating the cum that gushed from her pussy while Lexi cleaned Michael's still huge flaccid cock. I kissed Lexi several times sharing some of that cum with her. As I fell asleep as well, Lexi ate my pussy, which was soaked.
The next morning I and Alana were chilling by the pool while Michael cooked on a barbecue grill and Lexi was sucking his cock, both sweaty.
"You have become quite a pervert", said Alana laughing. "Last night was the best night of my life. So how do you want to proceed from here?" She asked me. "You seem to love Michael more than I do."
"I don't mind even if you marry him," I told her. I'm happy to welcome and take care of as many babies that enter this household. I'm the heir of this house and I have felt lonely for such a long time. I want to repopulate this empty, sad house and fill it with baby's laughter. Hell, I might even repopulate this town," I said laughing.
This gift of a baby and a new welcoming home is the best gift anybody has ever given me," Said Alana. I'm sorry I left you all those years ago Alissa. I was never the same after Mom's death. I just wanted some time and space. I want you to marry Michael. As long as you and Michael stay here, this house will always be home. Besides I need to leave soon, there are grand plans in play for this town, which will become a full city in a few decades, and which stands as a shining example of a perfectly balanced, mixed cultural haven for generations to come."
"What do you mean? "
"I can't tell you much, but I work for a secret society of Superior, successful intellectuals, scientists, businessmen, and women called the UBF The UNITED BLACK FRONT, which will change the face of America as you know it. Many of our members were born here as aristocrats, and some as the lower class who ventured far and wide for educating the populace all over America on Black supremacy, racial and gender equality, and sexual freedom. The same values of freedom that this town boasts for centuries will be shared with all. Soon this mega, city will be a symbol of freedom.
“And one more thing, I need a favor,” she said. I need to borrow your sister Lexi to tag alongside me for a business visit. I have a scientist friend who specializes in transgender research. I thought all transgender males were gross and too masculine looking. Your sister is a perfect specimen. If we can replicate her genes, it could cause a scientific breakthrough, many inferior males could be motivated to be turned into beautiful submissive women who will serve our cause. Even women could have prolonged youth and beauty. I’ll need him for a month for tests.”
“Hmm,” I pondered. “Sure you can have him but maybe you can ask Michael as well, personally, I think it’s all witchcraft.
Alana told her ******, that she refused to marry Michael, but she had sex with him enough times these past few days, and she was positively pregnant.
After another tearful goodbye, she left, to continue her good work. Then we were back where we started, me naked, cuddling on top of Michael, grinding my hips on his hard cock, teasing him.
I sometimes wore some of the lingerie that Alana had gifted me, which earned me a hard slap on my butt as appreciation. I could tell he struggled to hold in his desires, he eyed me hungrily, and sometimes I felt intimidated as he reminded me of a tiger looking at its prey. Alana sent us a postcard, with a picture of Lexi pleasuring two cocks, pictures of him orally pleasuring Alana and her friends, pictures of him kissing her feet some of him getting pegged by her group of girlfriends. "He is learning his place," It was captioned.
I occupied myself, traveling with Michael and got busy with the ****** business, I was introduced to our shareholders as the heir to the ******, giving inspiring speeches, giving donations to many nonprofit organizations, and participating in the inaugurations of many of my investors’ businesses. Many looked at Michael and me and said we made a beautiful couple and asked us when the wedding date was, I reminded them he was my stepfather.
After returning home, I felt older, wiser, and ready to settle down. Even Lexi had returned, excited to share a lot of stories with us. She had a vagina now and no trace of her remained a man even secreting breastmilk. She said she learned the art of business and womanhood from Alana while away and told us how they went out to parties and hooked up with many men and women. She even started designing little girls' and women's clothing and had some really good ideas for clothes showing more skin. She always made Lexi please her orally. Lexi also told me the biologists were shocked to see her condition. She went through many examinations. She was sent from one lab facility to another. Her body was 90 percent female except for the ability to give birth.
"I'm PATIENT ZERO," She told me!!! " They stored a lot of my semen back when I had a small clitty,my fluids has the ability to birth only female children and highly increase estrogen in men, rapidly transforming them" she said happily.
"I'm so proud of you," I said to her "to contribute toward the human future and bridging the gap between males and females."
"What's new with you?
"What do you think?" I said blushing Looking at Michael "Let's head over to the sauna."
We were all completely naked in the steam room I was sitting on Michaels lap. Michael's muscles glistened with sweat. "Come over here Darling," He said to Lexi. Lexi sat on his other lap placed her cute, bleached butt on his cock. Michael then started sucking her tits and sucking her milk as Lexi began grinding on his cock. Michael placed her on the bench where she could look at me. I went to Michael and knelt before him sucking and gagging on his cock. I got up and sat on his cock, grabbing it and rubbing it on my pussy opening and clit. Finally, he snapped and rammed his cock inside me. "AAAARRRRRHHHH" I screamed, his cock halfway inside me. He held it in, and I descended on it, my soaked pussy working him into me Rubbing his cock on my G-spot allowed me to go down quickly, and then suddenly I felt a white-hot pain that shook me through to my core, my mind went blank and numb. I felt faint and he held me tight hard and shook me. Some energy or power washed over me, and I woke up and started slowly riding his cock. I needed to make up for my inexperience as I felt useless compared to other more experienced women who fucked him.
I started riding him hard, I found the right rhythm and both of us rocked perfectly. After the pain had passed, I never experienced this pleasure. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over me, and my body experienced seizures. "You know, we could take it slow," he said. "You could get paralyzed from this."
"No!!" I screamed. "I've gotten the hang of it. Fuck me as hard as you can if you dare."
There are no words to describe the pleasure I felt from the pounding I received from Michael. Our bodies had become slippery from the sweat, so he had to hold me tight to keep me from falling off, after 30 min he finally shot his load inside me. It was such a warm feeling to receive living sperm. We need to get out of here he said. He picked me up and took me out, Lexi followed in silence, and Michael placed me on a bench. I woke up to slurping sounds and saw Lexi sucking my pussy clean. Then Michael entered his cock in Lexi's newly formed pussy from behind and in the next couple of hours, safe to say, broke her and rearranged her entire pussy cumming inside many times. He even sat Lexi on his lap and split her asshole apart, making her cum from her clit, the size of a female many times. I returned the favor cleaning my cute girlie Lexi inside out.
I felt hollow without Michael to fill me up. My pussy had become a home for his cock. Nothing else would satisfy me from now on I left to take a shower. Michael followed me inside, "You know it gets easier the second time. But not bad for your first time."
"I have never felt my mind slipping like that, your tight pussy, the way it wrapped around my cock, it was complete ecstasy."
"I know what you mean," I said and kissed him knowing we were perfect for each other. We didn't marry for many years, but I fucked him regularly and even gave to 3 sons and twin ********* all of a beautiful caramel color, soon more to follow.
Growing up Michael's first son through my mom, Lucas, bullied Lexi by molesting and fondling her for fun and was very wild and playful who pranked and caused a lot of trouble. Lexi had grown into a perfect sissy MILF and Lucas spent every moment with her playing with her body. Lexi became Lucas' full-time maid and nanny and breastfed him daily for 10 years. His body became huge from an early age due to drinking so much breastmilk and he loved sitting on Lexi's lap and taking showers with her. Whenever she came home from working in the fertility clinic, she tended to our children and all the children loved her.
Lucas even loved drinking milk from me and called me mommy, since he never knew his real mother, and I loved him like my first son. He and my own children took turns suckling from my teats, in many of mine and Lexi's joint breastfeeding sessions where we breastfed for hours. Michael loved watching me and Lexi breeding and nurturing his beautiful ******, as I continued giving birth to more children.
I loved occasionally arranging private orgies where I, invited many friends and cousins of mine who wanted to fuck Michael and get impregnated by his cock. Over the years, we finally had a ****** worth remembering and the house had become joyful and prosperous again.
I married Michael in a private ceremony where all the invitees were all Baby mommas of Michaels. Our ****** and history were listed in the UBF (UNITED BLACK FRONT) hall of fame and made public as a case study after many years, as a shining example of how our slave owner's bloodline got rid of racism and what a perfectly happy ****** looked like.
Alana married Lexi. Still beautiful and youthful at 34 years of age, she fell in love with Lexi as a woman. They enjoyed a beautiful life together and once Lucas grew up, since he couldn't bear to stay away from his favorite babysitter Lexi, they invited him to their mansion where he pleasured Alana and Lexi and became the man of the house.
I became lonely since Lexi and Lucas moved out. Most of my time was spent in babysitting our children.
Alana gave birth to 5 children through Lucas, and they became a happy ******, living together in their mansion with Troy, Alana's first son with Michael and his wife and children, always enjoying threesomes and foursomes whenever possible.
Alana gathered a lot of wealth over the years that even exceeded her entire ******'s and she bought the Noire ****** mansion and estate. While most of her male ****** members moved out, lot of her female Noire cousins and were given refuge, and soon they were impregnated by either Troy or Lucas extending their families even more.
Michael and I visited the Noire Mansion often and during these nights our joint families and children had a lot of fun, there are many fun games play and stories to share.
At night Alana, Lexi and I always had our private time where we each took turns pleasing Michael.
As an older woman today, I have many sons, hundreds of grandsons and great-grandsons. My record is only broken by a biracial Indian woman by the name of Tulsi. I soon sold my mansion to Tulsi's husband Mallik and moved in with Alana and Lexi and worked for the UBF, which after many challenges became a force to be reckoned with. Mallik one of Michael's cousins was at its head and my mansion was in good hands with him and became a local heritage site and a monument to Black power.
Mallik, Alana, Lexi, Michael, and I built the UBF as it is today. It has become A mighty presence in this city, I'm privileged to live in this era of change and development in Angel Noire.
