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"Ahhh, Amy, mmmm, yes," she managed to get.
Amy, her breath and mouth smelling and tasting of semen, couldn’t reply. She was driving home from the pool party late that night.
"I’ll call, tomorrow," Monica said, tossing her phone on the mattress.
Amy listened to Monica climax again, her voice wasn’t the only thing she heard. She heard a man’s voice, moaning along with her friend.
**
"You drank it all?" Monica asked on the phone the night. Both women were in the bathtubs again.
"Yes," Amy said, she was rubbing her clit. "It was so good."
Monica was doing the same, "Mmhmm. Cum for me."
"What?"
Amy heard heavy breathing.
"Think about those big black cocks going in and out you, getting you pregnant," Monica said.
"Oh Monica, yes, yes!" Amy cried out.
"That’s it. Cum for me!"
"Ughnnnn," Amy moaned soulfully on the phone.
"Mmm Ulysses," Monica said.
"Who?" Amy asked, out of breath.
"I had him last night. After a photo shoot. You need him," Monica said in between heavy breathing.
"Mmmm-Monica," Amy said.
Monica came next. "Mmm shit. What’s gotten into us."
"No idea. I hope Caleb didn’t hear me," Amy said, regaining her composure.
"Anyway I better go. But yes, you’d love Ulysses," Monica said. The two friends ended their call.
Chapter 6
"Please be careful," Amy hugged Caleb. He was going to Daytona with a few friends during spring break. They convinced him to come along, even though he wasn’t yet attending a four-year university.
"I will," Caleb bent down to hug his mother. "What will you do?"
"I have a photo shoot lined up. Other than that, I’m not sure!"
She looked to his face, caressing it, she would miss him, but had plans.
The image of her son was replaced by a black man; the front door of their home became a front door of his apartment. The sunlight was gone; it was night time several hours later.
Amy rode him all night.
The next night Amy crashed through her bedroom door in the arms of another black man. He slammed her on her bed, climbed on top and fucked her all night.
On Monday, Amy had a photo shoot and afterward picked up the college student she met at the beach. She took him back to her house and took him to bed.
The next day two of his friends showed up. Amy took a cock in her pussy, ass, and mouth all day and night.
Wednesday brought two more friends, bringing the total to five. She rode their cocks in her bed, in her bathroom, in the kitchen. This continued on until Friday night.
Amy and her five young, black friends went to a club. They took turns dancing with her, grinding their erection against her, and getting sucked off in the bathroom by her.
She met another black man. He was a massive, mountainous man, who approached her. He introduced himself at the owner of the club, checking in on things from out of town. He was wearing a black suit, rings, a gold watch, and smelled like money.
"I’m Fat Rob," he kissing her hand.
"Nice to meet you. I’m Amy," she smiled up at him.
"Likewise, Miss Amy. What brings you here to my club tonight?"
"Well, Fat Rob, I think you know the answer."
"Heh, I do, Miss Amy."
"Why do they call you Fat Rob?"
"Follow me and I’ll show you," Fat Rob explained.
It was the fattest cock Amy had ever seen. In the back office area, her mouth was sore from it being stretched by Fat Rob’s big, fat dick.
"Mmm, that’s it Miss Amy. Work that dick," Fat Rob said brushing her blonde hair behind her ear.
"Come home with me," Amy said, popping the cockhead out of her mouth.
"Miss Amy I’m not sure about that. I have an entourage with me," Fat Rob said. Amy looked around the office room, counting six other black men, Fat Rob’s associates.
"They can come too."
Amy rode Fat Rob first in her bed. She mounted him and nearly screamed when his thick cock entered her, stretching her like nothing ever had.
As she fucked him, Fat Rob grinning, watching her, the sounds of other white women climaxing echoed through her home.
Fat Rob, six of his men, plus the five college friends that were already staying at Amy’s, had several other white women with them. All were busy fucking them.
"Oh yes!" Amy was cumming again, never feeling so full, so stretched before. "YESSS!!!!" she arched her back, Fat Rob nodding his head watching the short white woman cum on his cock.
The orgy continued the next day and night, breaking for a wild night of dancing at Fat Rob’s club on Saturday, then resuming until Sunday morning.
Sunday morning, Amy tip-toed through bodies of black men and white women, sleeping, all over her house. She smiled, limping, naked, surveying the sex-zone. She arrived at her bedroom door, seeing the huge Fat Rob sleeping.
"Looks like he’s a possibility," Amy thought. She walked over to him, pulled the sheets off, and kissed his cock awake.
"Mmm, want some more for breakfast, Miss Amy?" Fat Rob asked.
"Mmhmm," Amy said, licking and servicing his huge, fat cock.
"Good. I could use mouth work before we head to Tampa."
"Tampa?" Amy asked, spitting on his cock and jacking it with both hands.
"That’s right. I gotta check on another club I own there."
Amy smiled, thinking of Monica. "I know the perfect place you can stay."
**
Fat Rob and his crew, along with the college students left before noon. Amy showered, getting her oversexed body clean, and masturbating while she was at it. Caleb would be home in a few hours, she had some cleaning to do.
After a nice dinner that evening with her son, Amy retired to her bedroom. She called Monica.
Monica recognized the ring tone, answering it. She was riding Fat Rob, one of his men was behind her, taking her anally, and a third was getting his cock sucked by Monica.
"Amy," Monica took the cock out of her mouth. "Thanks for sending them here. Gotta go!"
Amy laughed and hung up.
Chapter 7
A month flew by. Amy continued sleeping with Ronnie. She had sex with him at the gym, at his apartment, he’d occasionally come over to Amy’s house late in the evening, leaving before dawn. Fat Rob was in town once more to deal with business at his Miami club. Amy’s pussy was stretched out once more by him at his club, then later at his hotel.
Amy and Monica continued their masturbatory phone calls, Monica going on and on about how amazing Ulysses was. Amy was ecstatic to learn she’d be shooting with Ulysses in Miami later in the week, prompting a phone call with Monica where the two women rubbed themselves silly talking about him.
"Monica, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!" Amy whispered on her phone a few nights before her photo shoot with Ulysses.
"Me too! Yes!" Monica said on the other end.
After the two women settled down, Amy spoke up. "Come here. Drive here tomorrow. Please," Amy said tweaking one of her nipples.
"We’ll go black cock hunting," Amy added.
"Mmmm, sounds wonderful," Monica said, still rubbing her clit in the bathtub. "Then what?"
Amy paused, closing her eyes, "We’ll, we’ll come back here. Get in bed."
"Yeah?" Monica asked, breathing becoming erratic again.
"Mmm, Monica, this is crazy."
"I’ve never been hornier."
"We’d have to take care of each other," Amy said.
"Yes, in bed," Monica whispered. "I want you to clean my pussy of all the cum black men leave in it."
Amy nearly dropped the phone in her bath water. "I, uh."
"Or not. I don’t know what’s gotten into me," Monica added.
"No, it’s fine, we are working ourselves up into a frenzy is all," Amy stated.
"Yes. I better get off the phone and head to bed. I have a long drive tomorrow."
"You’re really going to come here? I mean, that’d be nice, but I was sorta of thinking out loud," Amy said.
"It’s fine. I’d love to see you again. We don’t have to go out. Maybe we can hang out with Caleb," Monica suggested, her horniness decreasing, her senses returning.
"Yes, that’d be great," Amy smiled. They ended their phone call, finished their bath and went to bed.
**
They next night, they didn’t spend it with Caleb. The fitness model moms got dressed and went out. While Fat Rob wasn’t in town, they went to one of his clubs in Miami. Amy and Monica danced with one another mostly, that is until they saw Ronnie.
He wasn’t alone. Another hulking black man was with him. Amy immediately grabbed Monica’s hand and led her to Ronnie.
"Hey there," Ronnie said, hugging Amy, squeezing her ass through her short dress. She introduced him to Monica. Ronnie introduced them to Rodney, his brother.
Amy glanced at Monica, the two women nodded. "Want to get out of here?" Amy asked Ronnie.
He and Rodney looked over their shoulder at a table with white women. The two black men talked amongst themselves. Amy overheard Ronnie tell Rodney that "this little bitch has some good pussy."
They walked to the table of women, informing them to meet back up at Ronnie’s apartment later. The men escorted Amy and Monica out of the club. They followed Ronnie and Rodney back to Ronnie’s apartment.
The two women blushed watching each other undress at Ronnie’s. Ronnie and his brother Rodney, were already nude, sitting next to one another on the couch, jacking their cocks, waiting.
Amy rode Rodney, Monica on Ronnie. "Uhnn," Rodney moaned.
"See? I told you she had a good pussy. This one isn’t bad either," Ronnie said, gripping Monica’s waist.
Amy and Monica kept riding the two men. They traded looks of lust and wanton desires at each other. Both women came at the same time. They switched men and kept going.
They had never been hornier; they rode the two black men, best friends, climaxing together, relishing in how slutty each other looked.
They loved watching each other fuck. They loved tasting each other on the black men’s cock. They sucked and cleaned the cocks, eyes on each other, watching one another, trying to look as sexy as possible while sucking black cock.
They swirled their tongues all over the cockheads, making each other hornier. They were interrupted a few moments later.
More white women showed up, Amy and Monica quietly got dressed, said goodbye to the men. They held hands back to Amy’s car and went home in a silent car ride.
**
Caleb was asleep when they arrived, quietly making their way to Amy’s bedroom.
"I think I’ll grab a shower," Amy said. She entered the bathroom, closing the door, undressing.
She couldn’t help but touch herself. Thinking of Monica riding and sucking on black cock, how hot it looked, letting the steam envelope her. Amy stopped herself, shaking her head, "This is just a phase."
Her quiet, soothing shower was interrupted by Monica. They said nothing to one another, Amy watching her friend enter the shower, rinsing her hair and body.
They paused before speaking at the same time, calling each other’s name, laughing awkwardly.
"You first," Monica suggested.
"Sorry. I’m not sure what’s happening here."
"Same. You looked so sexy riding those black men."
"You too," Amy placed her hand on Monica’s washboard tummy. "So sexy sucking their cocks."
"It’s like we were trying to put on a show for one another."
"Exactly. But I liked it."
"Me too," Monica rested her hand on Amy’s shoulder.
"I’ve never been so horny before. It consumes me. I want it all the time, I want," Amy trailed off.
"Want what?"
Amy shrugged, eyes to her feet, watching the hot water circling the drain.
"I feel the same. I’m always masturbating when I’m not hunting for dick," Monica said.
"Yes I’ve heard you. I’ve heard you cum, heard you have sex, I’ve seen you do all those things too – like tonight."
"Yes, tonight," Monica gazed into Amy’s eyes. "So sexy," she bent down, gently kissing her friend on the lips.
Amy kissed back, pulling Monica to her. Breaking the kiss, out of breath, Amy spoke up. "This is crazy."
"I know."
Amy bit her bottom lip, "We need to be quiet. Caleb is sleeping."
"We will."
The two women nodded at one another. Driven by lust, carnal desires, and the need to cum again, they passionately kissed again, holding one another, pushing each other against walls in the shower stall.
Crashing onto Amy’s bed moments later, still soaking wet, they kept at it, rolling around on top of one another, kissing frantically.
They never spoke. Visions of their white bodies servicing black ones flooded their minds. Their pussies grinding against one another as if to reward the other for bringing up or deciding to go down this path. They wanted to reward each other for putting on sexy shows, for helping one another masturbate in the bathtubs all those nights, for being a friend.
They stifled moans as best they could, careful not to wake Amy’s sleeping son. They went for hours, rolling around, grinding, scissoring.
Near dawn, exhausted, they lay next to one another tenderly kissing.
"When I’m done, when I get pregnant, I’m back to normal," Amy admitted.
"No more going out? No more black men?"
Amy shook her head, "No more. I’ll be having and taking care of my baby – a single mommy. I’m ok with that."
"I sort of thought that’s what would happen," Monica said. "You haven’t been the most sexual person over the years since Marty passed away. Deep down, I figured you were getting this out of your system, a decade of pent of lust."
"Yeah. What about you? Will you keep on?"
Monica shrugged, "Maybe. I don’t want to remarry either, but I could see myself spending time with Ulysses every once in a while."
"Is he really that good?"
"Beyond amazing."
"I guess I’ll find out soon enough."
"Oh you will," Monica smiled, kissing Amy again.
"Will you stay here? For the rest of the week?"
"Sure. I’ve got nothing booked. I’ll be glad to stay," Monica answered.
Amy paused, giggling a bit, "Maybe you could, uh, take care of Caleb while I’m with Ulysses."
Monica chuckled, "Oh really?"
Amy shrugged, "Sure why not? I love that boy and I have no idea how sexually active he is. I’ve, we’ve been VERY sexually active the last few weeks. Want to take him to bed? Go for it."
Monica said nothing, a skeptical look on her face. "You have fun tomorrow night. Ulysses is a great guy. If you invite him out after the photo shoot, then ask if you can come into his hotel room, he’ll flash a nice smile, say ‘sure,’ hold the door open for you then make sweet, sweet chocolate love to you all night."
Amy burst into laughter. "Sounds delicious!"
Chapter 8
It happened just like Monica said it would. That evening, after her photo shoot, Amy found herself on her knees before a nude Ulysses in his hotel room, her pussy dripping over how toned and perfect his body was. She was kissing over his abs, down to his long, straight cock. She was licking and kissing down the shaft to his balls, his pubic hair trim and neat.
Monica was sitting on the couch next to Caleb at Amy’s house. "So you are cool with your mom wanting to have another baby?"
Caleb shrugged. "I guess. No biggie. I’ll be around awhile. I’ll be glad to help out."
"That’s sweet of you. I don’t think she’s looking to marry ever again, but she told you how she’s going about getting pregnant?"
"Heh. Yeah. It was verging on too much info. I read between the lines. She’s a grown up, single, she says she hasn’t had – "
"Sex?" Monica interrupted him, finishing his thought.
"Right. In a long time. So it’s whatever."
At Ulysses’ hotel room, he bent down, picking Amy up, her legs going around his waist. He gently guided his cock in, Amy moaning, staring into his dark eyes. He turned, walking toward the bed and sat on it, kissing her for several minutes before rolling her over to her back. Kissing at her neck he slowly, methodically, slid is cock in and out of her.
"What about you?" Monica asked Caleb back at Amy’s house.
"Me?"
"Yes," she tickled his side. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Nah. I don’t like any of the girls at the community college I’m at. Maybe after I finish my core classes and get out of there I’ll meet someone."
"I see. Are you," Monica flashed him a crooked smile. "Experienced?"
Caleb turned away from the TV, gulping, "Um, you mean, am I a virgin?"
Monica nodded.
Amy was shaking under Ulysses. He was so slow, loving, yet-machine like, never stopping, never pausing – continuously going in and out of her, rolling his hips, grinding against her clit.
He paused only to sit up, resting on his knees, bringing Amy with him. Staring into her eyes, watching her face contort with pleasure, he began bouncing her up and down.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered. "In-incredible." Ulysses kissed her again, squeezing her ass as he bounced her.
"No. I’m not a virgin," Caleb answered Monica.
"Have you and your mom talked about sex much?"
"Not really. I only know she hasn’t gotten any since dad passed."
"But you have. Tell me about it," Monica asked.
"It was a girl back in high school. Senior prom. Kinda lame."
"Why was it lame?"
Caleb looked away embarrassed. Monica placed her hand on his thigh, "Hey, it’s ok. You can tell me. I won’t tell your mom. Think of me as a really cool Aunt."
"It’s just that," Caleb sighed looking away.
At that moment his mother, Amy, was cumming again. Her body shaking, tightening up; Ulysses unrelentingly thrusting upward into her. He sat back on the bed, holding her body against his, stopping for a moment.
Amy caught her breath, kissed him hard. Ulysses scooted to the pillows, sitting against them. Amy took her turn. She wanted him to cum, to fill her up.
She went slowly at first; maintaining eye contact, then picked up her speed. Amy’s hands hooked behind Ulysses’ neck. She squatted up and down on his cock, the mattress bouncing and creaking each time she impaled herself on his cock.
"It’s what?" Monica asked, patting Caleb’s thigh.
"It didn’t last long," he confessed.
"Oh, I see," Monica comforted him. "It’s fine. It really is. Usually guys don’t last that long on their first time."
"No, that’s not it. The girl, she uh, tired out on me."
"Huh?"
"She got tired a few hours into it, I had to," Caleb paused, "you know, finish."
Monica’s mouth dropped open, "You mean you went a long time and she couldn’t keep going?"
"Right. She got tired and almost passed out. Like she was,"
"Like what?"
Amy was getting exhausted. Her legs were burning, this black man, Ulysses, wasn’t cumming. She was sweating, using her body to bring pleasure to his, but he wasn’t finishing yet. She couldn’t last much longer before climaxing again herself.
"I don’t know. Not expecting it. Maybe she didn’t think I’d last that long. But I just kept going and going," Caleb explained.
"You wore her out," Monica smiled.
"Yeah."
"So you have a lot of stamina. That’s great Caleb."
"I suppose. I haven’t really had an opportunity since senior prom to test that."
"Ahh!" Amy was cumming again, falling onto Ulysses. He held her, kissed her, feeling her pussy spasm on his cock.
"Mmmm," he moaned. "So good."
"You, you haven’t cum yet," Amy stated.
"I will. When I get tired, or when you want me to," Ulysses said.
"Keep going. All night," Amy said. Ulysses nodded, kissed her and guided her to all fours, licking her back, her ass, before sliding into her pussy once again.
Caleb flipped through the TV, finding nothing of interest. He thought Monica was in the kitchen behind him, getting water, but she was actually undressing. She slowly walked in front of Caleb, watching his eyes widen with shock at the sight of her nude body.
"Um, what’s going on?"
"Let’s go to bed," Monica said, extending her hand. "Your mom is having fun tonight. No reason why we can’t."
Caleb closed his mouth, seeing her sweet smile, glancing to her hand. He slowly took it, standing off the couch and followed Monica to his bedroom.
She closed his door, caressed his face, and assisted him with undressing.
Amy had found the man she wanted to impregnate her. Ulysses was pummeling her from behind, slamming into her butt cheeks, his hand roaming over slick back, into her damp hair. He was so very good. He wasn’t a brute, rough and fast like Ronnie. He wasn’t as smooth, arrogant, and thick as Fat Rob.
He worshiped her – white women, and Amy could tell. Monica was right about Ulysses.
Hours passed and once again Amy found herself awake as dawn approached. After Ulysses took her from behind most of the night, he flipped her over, got on top and kept going.
She wanted him to cum, she begged him to, but she didn’t want it in her pussy – she wanted to drink every last drop from his black cock.
Listening to his moans of pleasure, Amy used her tits to finish him. "I’m cumming," he whispered. Amy engulfed the tip of his cock, sucking hungrily as rope after rope of semen filled her mouth. She swallowed several times, savoring the salty taste from this Adonis.
When he was done, she curled up into his arms, happy that the next time they made love he’d be getting her pregnant.
They woke up a few hours later, showered together, Amy pinned against the wall again. She confessed that she wanted a baby; she wanted Ulysses to father the child. He was unsure at first.
They went to an early lunch, talking about it more. Ulysses agreed, understanding that he would help her with this and nothing else. He admitted he wouldn’t mind being a father. Amy assured him this was just for her, and wouldn’t need anything else other than his seed.
They made arrangements to meet up in June.
Monica was sleeping soundly in Caleb’s arms. They went all night with Monica cumming over and over again. He was incredible.
The sound of a car door closing outside in the driveway, caused Monica’s eyes to open. "Your mom!"
She jumped out of Caleb’s bed, darted to the kitchen, and grabbed her clothes, leaving Caleb to put his back on.
"Hi!" she smiled at Amy, just after she buttoned her shorts.
"Hey there, have a good night?"
"Mmhmm. You?"
"Wonderful. Is Caleb up?" Amy asked.
"Um, I’m not sure. I think so."
"I’ll say hey to him. Oh by the way," Amy turned around before rounding the corner. "Did you take care of my Caleb?"
Monica breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you were joking about it."
"Nope. Did you?"
"Uh huh!"
"Good. Meet me in my bedroom in five minutes."
Chapter 9
Amy told Monica everything, every little juicy detail about her night with Ulysses. They worked each other into a frenzy again, ended their conversation with an hour long 69.
Amy entertained the idea of trying out Ronnie, Fat Rob, and Ulysses once more, but felt it wasn’t needed. She knew Ronnie would slam her around, fucking her like an animal all night. She knew Fat Rob would sit back, grin, and let her ride his fat cock all night, maybe even share her with his crew again. She knew Ulysses would make love to her, lick, kiss all over her body, worshiping it, feasting on it – she loved this the best.
Monica returned to Tampa, Amy went off birth control and spent more time with Caleb.
A week later she and Caleb were cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Amy joined Caleb on the couch afterward. "Well I guess I should let you know of something."
"What?" he asked.
"I’ve met someone very nice. And we’ve talked about the whole pregnant thing and he – "
"Woah, woah, I got it. That’s cool, Mom."
"It’s looking like next month, we’ll meet up and it’ll happen then – hopefully."
"Alright. Glad you were able to do this. I know it’s what you wanted," Caleb said.
"It is," Amy cuddled next to her son. "Are you looking forward to our movie tonight?"
"Sure, Mom, it’ll be nice.
**
At the theater that evening, Amy’s cell phone kept vibrating in her pocket. Annoyed, she glanced at Caleb, his eyes focused on the movie. She checked her phone, seeing several text messages, all from her college friend.
"Hey, we’re having a party next week. End of semester. We need a hot white bitch like you there. Can you come?"
She kept scrolling.
"We can tie you up and take turns filling that pussy of yours."
Amy chuckled, glanced at Caleb, then back to her phone, reading the final message.
"Let me know. We have three other white women already, need another."
Amy texted her friend back. "Hey there. I’m not sure I can come. Sounds fun though."
She waited a few minutes, another text, "Please? You got the best pussy we’ve had. Love how you work a black dick."
Amy was getting horny. She told herself she’d be done with this after finding the man to impregnate her. She couldn’t say no though.
"If I come, none of you can cum in me, I’m off the pill. So make sure you go in a cup. I’ll drink it all like last time."
She waited and received a reply. "We got plenty of jizz for you to drink. We’ll fill those cups up."
Amy agreed to go the party the following weekend.
**
A week later, she found herself delirious, the room spinning in orgasmic bliss. The loud hip-hop music playing, in a darkened bedroom didn’t help her senses be at their keenest. She was on all fours, butt high in the air, waiting for the next guy to fuck her until he was ready to cum, pull out and spew his load in a cup.
It was getting late, most of the football and basketball students already went. Other students, of all races, were in attendance to this huge end-of-semester frat party, including students from other schools.
"Hey, in here. Caleb!" his buddy motioned for him to follow.
"What is it?" Caleb asked his friend at the party.
"Dude, they got another chick in here! This is awesome. We’re going to love going here."
"Yeah," Caleb shrugged.
"Come on, man, it’s time you meet people that go here. When you get this community college crap out of the way, you’ll already have friends here."
"Good point," Caleb agreed.
"Look! She’s on all fours man!" his buddy pointed out, shouting over the loud hip-hop music. "She’s waiting for you."
"Nah."
"Go for it!" his friend patted his back, pushing him into the loud, low lit room. "Remember these guys’ rules; when you get ready to cum, pull out and go in the cup.
Caleb sighed, his friend closing the door. He approached the woman on all fours. "Wow," he thought, seeing her ass, back of her legs, some of her back. "She’s hot, but this isn’t right."
Then the woman wiggled her hips, as if to say, come fuck me.
"Damn," Caleb gave him, looked around the empty, dark room, and pulled his cock out. He jacked it a few times, getting it hard and climbed on the bed behind her.
Amy’s eyes shot open, "Marty. Marty!" Amy climaxed immediately as soon as the new person entered her from behind. He felt like her dead husband.
The guy was cumming too. Amy saw stars, bright lights, her spine was numb, her pussy convulsing around his semen spurting cock. She struggled to breath, gasping for air, arching her back, every nerve in her body firing. Waves of pleasure like none she’s ever felt, radiated through her.
"Marty!" she cried out in the loud room.
Too confused and afraid to turn around for fear of seeing a ghost, she waited until his cock finished spurting cum, filling up her fertile womb. It slinked out of her and she collapsed to her tummy, having never had such a powerful orgasm in her life.
She looked over her shoulder, seeing the door open, light from the hallway shinning in. Amy saw the man who just came inside her, struggling to walk away.
Her eyes lit up with horror.
**
A month later she was crying at Martin’s grave. She was begging for forgiveness, pleading with her late husband to forgive her from wherever he was. Amy took out the positive pregnancy test she kept in her purse since taking it, a token to confirm this was real – not a nightmare from which she would wake.
She told Monica a couple weeks prior that she was pregnant and it wasn’t by a black man. Amy was far too ashamed to tell Monica the truth.
She cleaned off his headstone, gathered her composure and went home.
That night, another night of avoiding Caleb, she cried herself to sleep again. Not because she wasn’t pregnant by a black man, or that sleeping around with blacks didn’t get her pregnant like she desired, or who turned out to be the man that impregnated her; she was crying because those brief seconds of mating was the best sex she ever had and she wanted it again, all day, every day.
Amy finally became exhausted from crying, briefly considering aborting the baby, but decided not to. She would never tell Caleb. She would go on, try to get over it and push aside the burning desire to feel that feeling again, that wrong, taboo sex she now craved.
"I’m sorry Marty," she whispered before falling asleep.
The end.
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Her son knocked her up, in case it wasn’t clear. It was treading on the line of incest category, so I left out names as best I could, hoping the reader would put two and two together. As always, the moms in my literary universe love black cock, but there’s one cock they love more than all others – the final part in the series, part 4, will feature Amy and her son.
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