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I drifted in and out of consciousness, the weight of Zach torso now off center was comforting me like a human blanket, and his big cock still deep in my ass made for a sublime connection. Not knowing the time right then, I wasn't sure, but figured we had fucked ourselves into a real nice nap. I didn't want to move, and surely didn't want to interrupt whatever Zach's brain was processing. I think he was dreaming, and I found that thought just lovely, hoping he was dreaming about us. Even when totally flaccid, his cock was a major hunk of meat, so while I was sure I was leaking his come onto that well-placed white towel, I felt perfectly full of him and could even feel his heart beat through his cock. Sweet! I was now awake enough that I paid total attention to my son's cock, and the amazing truth that he had successfully penetrated my virgin ass and fucked me to the point of total exhaustion, sleep, and a nap was both sweet and needed after last nights drama.

I was totally tuned into Zach on top of me, and there were signs of life. Talking in his sleep maybe, or just mumbling, but it was becoming clear that his cock in my cunt was also coming back to life. I felt movement, not by Zach, but by his cock--it was growing. Spurred on by a dream, or returning consciousness, I just lay there and raised my butt a bit more to encourage, or just make room for that surprise growth. Was it possible that my Superman of a son, wasn't finished with this terrific union. Fine with me, so I just listened and felt him grow inside me. What a feeling. We never disconnected, that huge cock never left my ass, we had a great first fuck, a nap, and now I was sure that cock wasn't through with my sissy faggot cunt.

"You having a dream Zach, or are you waking up like your cock is?" I offered in a quiet, loving whisper. "My God Daddy, I guess I fell asleep, and yes I was dreaming about you. I guess my cock was listening, I am still buried in your cunt and want more, how about you? Are you okay? Sure seems like you opened up and took me easily," Zach was being sweet and loving.

"Son, I haven't check my iPhone, don't know what time it is, but I think we both passed out after that amazing fuck and had a nap we weren't expecting. I woke up a few minutes ago, totally aware that you cock was still buried in me and now it is hard as a rock. Breed that pussy anyway you want, follow your cock's needs, I am loving it--take fucking control and shoot a load in me anyway it suits you. Right now I am your cunt, take it son!" I was almost breathless at the thought.

"I'm going to turn you on your side with my cock all the way in your sissy ass, then I'm aim to fuck my bitch real hard," Zach was enjoying topping me, and I was a submissive girl, submitting. I felt him raise up off me just enough to turn me on my side, a new angle of penetration, and he kept his hard cock buried in me. I never felt more feminine in my life, Zach was in charge. I felt him pull out part way slowly, than ram back in deep and hard. I just opened up and took whatever he was giving. He was fucking me hard, all the way out, then smashing right back in to the hilt. He was having his way with me. "I'm going to fuck you like the sissy faggot you are Dad, and blast another load in you. Fucking you, loving fucking, I never loved fucking so much, I own my dad's ass. I'm going to load you up."

The angle, with me on my side and Zach straddling one leg, he was almost completely upright holding and controlling my hips and piston fucking. It did feel deeper than before and now I felt like a female pro. No fear, just lust and hunger to be a good fuck for my boy. He could have anything he wanted, dominate me, use me to please his big Black cock. That was exactly what he did.

"Daddy, here comes your after-nap load," he said breathlessly. "Take it cunt." He grunted like an animal, almost a repeat of my howling while pounding his cunt last night. I loved the sound. My cock was only semi hard, and so what, I was so into being a girl that I just wanted to take whatever that animal fucking man had to give. I was a receiver. I had no needs beyond that. For the moment, at least.

I felt the bursts, the streams, the pulsating cock flaring its head wide, all through my cunt girl-ness. I loved it and rolled and ground back, saying without words that I really wanted to get fucked. Fucked by a man. Owned for that moment in time, by a man. Zach was having a revelation too, this otherwise kind, loving, submissive--his pleasure in being directed, has just learned he can fuck like an animal and is an animal. Howling at the moon, his cock in ecstasy, in touch with the whole-body experience, taking and breeding his dominant Daddy as the sissy he is. Shaved cock and balls, black silk and lace panties, a tiny white butt now defiled by his own big Black cock.

Zach's still shaking, pelvic convulsions still happening, but he is very alert and present. "Wow Daddy, I hope you survived that. After that huge first fuck, and nap, I woke up and wanted to rape you, really ravage you, I lost myself, was fully into it. It was awesome Daddy, thank you."

"Sweetheart, I have never felt better, never felt more like a woman, and I thank you for that beating," then I continued with a laugh, "let's unplug from each other, and get cleaned up. I'm going to have a quick shower in my bathroom, you can shower or bathe in the other, then I'll see you in the kitchen." I added, "When you get dried off, put your new panties on, tuck that cock in as best you can and come out in your bathrobe. I'll do the same."

Fifteen minutes later, I was in the kitchen getting some of my already prepared dinner together when Zach walked in looking great in that big white terrycloth bathrobe I'd washed and dried that morning. It was almost six o'clock, adding perspective to our hunger and to the duration of our incredible double fuck and nap. "Hey pretty boy, just getting some food together, want a beer? Maybe you'll share what you brought in that picnic basket," I offered, then turned toward him saying, "I need a huge hug before anything else." "Me too Daddy," and with those words we embraced again, finding open mouths, and while we kissed deeply our bathrobes and restrained cocks rubbed together. Zach went on, "Yes I am ready for a beer, food, and just relaxing with you like a married couple after a great fuck and a Saturday night ahead. Thank you Daddy. I'll grab the picnic basket and share everything."

The "married couple" comment caught me by surprise, but also felt true and real. In fact, way better than such a thought had ever felt with my wives, or even any girlfriends. We were sated, content, happy, and excited but with no pressure of expectations. We had already accomplished more in the last two hours than in my entire straight lifetime. I actually took a big Black cock down my throat briefly, and then got battered by it deep in my ass twice. Maybe just a little sore, but in a good way. A way that said I was a good sissy and had been fucked royally, and I hadn't even had a toke on a joint.

A variety of Vegan and vegetarian food on the table, a fresh brew for my son, and he set his picnic basket down between us, the Blues serenading us. Maybe, like a married couple, we'd even decide to watch a little news on TV, or could there be a movie waiting in that picnic basket?Atticus was curious and smelling it, trying to get it open.

"Have a seat Zach, I'm going to run and have a couple of hits on a joint, you know I wasn't even high this afternoon. Pretty amazing! And when is your enlistment up? Sure would love to share a joint with you. Also, when I get back do tell me what you hope to do when you leave the Navy. Remember you are a Princeton grad with an Engineering degree, you'll be a hot number in the marketplace. Very exciting, happy to talk about it, but dig in and I'll be right back." With that, I zoomed out of the room before Zach could answer.

Minutes later I returned to Zach sipping that beer, and I was pretty mellow. "Zach, I love being around you. You have a comforting presence. And I am not a drug pusher. Would never urge you to smoke pot. I didn't dare smoke it during the anti-war movement or I would have been busted. I was a late bloomer, happy pot is legal now but never used any other drugs. I think of it as my evening martini."

"Real glad you want to talk about things after I'm out of the Navy," Zach had something on his mind. "I'll be out in about six months, and at Princeton I had a double major Engineering and Business Management. The Navy seemed to prefer the Engineering angle, but now almost four years and they are making use of my Business Management degree having my supervise a team of six engineers at Sub Base Bangor, maintaining all 'plant functions.' That really means air conditioning and such, and though I supervise and handle the books, like you saw yesterday, I still get dirty when I'm needed." Zach was talking and I was listening as I dug in to a lentil stew I had made. Zach continued, "Yes there was pot on campus, but like you being an activist and abstaining, remember I got a partial scholarship in Tennis. Was on the varsity squad all four years, and we were not supposed to use any drugs. I will admit I enjoyed some pot with that roomie, without it I doubt we would have ever given each other blow jobs--though you have already taught me they weren't really even close to what we do. No other drugs ever, but yes I like the smell and want to enjoy pot with you."

"My son the Princeton hotshot tennis pro, we'll be able to write an amazing vita for you, and I would so enjoy some mentoring and writing a Letter of Recommendation. Properly packaged, you are a hot commodity. Truly Zach, we'll spend as much time on that as you like," and I was ready to eat, while Zach was clearly tuned into this discussion.

"You know dad, about my father being a major Arthur Ashe fan--your generation of a great Black tennis player. I was taught young, and Arthur Ashe was the model my dad envisioned. Ashe, as you know, was a quiet and reserved gentleman. That demeanor was demanded of me. In New Jersey, high school to Princeton, I saw racism everywhere. Princeton was white, I was a prideful but quiet outsider. Girl's like athletes, white athletes. Interracial dating of any kind was rare, and that roomie I've talked about, Black of course, who else was going to room with me. In many ways, he and I were alone most every Saturday night. And when in class, because I was a tennis player, I was not perceived of as a person there for my intellectual merit even though I maintained a near 4.0 GPA. Long before DEI was the buzzword it is today. It hurts me, it hurts me to this day. I loved going home on weekends and breaks, just to feel love and respect.

The Navy is better in some ways, some like your Nephew find a niche and move forward, but I see race as an issue." Zach was pouring it out, my God no wonder he is the reflective gentleman I love. Racism makes me very angry.

I wanted Zach to hear my thoughts, "I am a product of white skin privilege, but was raised by an anti-racist WWII veteran who did not tolerate any racist language by colleagues or friends. He was aggressive and shut 'em down. I am the lucky product of that upbringing, and know that a brain and talent of your caliber has faced and still faces racial barriers one hundred and fifty years after the Emancipation Proclamation. No matter what, you will triumph. You are a great young man, and I am nothing but lucky to know you, and goodness how cool to be understood, accepted, and loved by you for who I am. We are both so lucky."

I had to add, "A funny for your Zach, though you know deep in my heart that I feel Black is beautiful, but regarding what is happening between us, our level of communication, our connection, your Blackness is only one lovely incidental point."

I got up and bent over to kiss my son, it was a fatherly kiss and a lovers kiss. Then for just a moment, I dropped to my knees in front of his chair, opened his already untied bathrobe, cupped his cock curled down in those white silk panties, kissed it softly through the panties, and lay my head in his lap for a minute. Yes I could feel his cock jump and start to grow, but this was not a sex act, rather it was an homage to my beautiful son.

"Now!" I said sitting back in my chair, "Back to our dinner, between bites, show me what's in that picnic basket!"

Zach laughed, "Thank you Daddy, I feel so lucky to have met you." And he pulled the basket up on the table and opened one flap of it, took another big swig of his craft brew, and pulled out a couple of DVDs. Interesting titles, so I think we'll be watching a movie tonight. I was totally curious to see what he got off on. Then there were several kinds of lube, one already in use, and my God he had a white flesh looking butt prosthetic. More on that in minute. It was a picnic basket so there was also a cornucopia of fruits, fresh Sumatra Dark Roast, and a loaf of fresh whole grain bread. I grabbed a big bowl to make a home for the fruit. He also told me he had brought along a towel and toiletries of his own, which he already had set up in "his" bathroom.

"Wonderful Zach, I am hugely curious about the movies, let's pick one to watch together in the living room. Take your Daddy to the movies! You'll have to tell me all about that white bubble butt toy, I'm amazed. And thank you for the edibles, I'm having a hunk off that loaf and dipping it in my almond cream cheese. Sweet that your brought stuff to feel more at home. But my head is still spinning about our wonderful hello this afternoon." And then I went for it.

"So how did it feel for you, for you Zach, to get your big Black cock of yours down my throat? Then up my ass, our nap, and you savaging my cunt twice with no mercy? You know I loved it, but I think it has even bigger meaning for you. Talk to me son." I paused and added, "And I'm still waiting to consummate that kneeling cock suck, gosh learning that my throat could take you was a shock, but I want that load."

"Daddy, you're right, I got to go to a place that I've never been and needed badly. Like I told you, I wasn't that successful with girls, women. Race was an issue, but I had a little too much Arthur Ashe in me, too reserved. I was afraid of them, and while they were interested in my cock, they were afraid of it, barely dabbled at sucking it, never once took a load--that was something they actually avoided, and even getting near pussy and they were telling me to get a rubber. They were in control." This was great, Zach opening it up. "Even when I did get laid, and my single favorite position was doggy-style or flat on the bed butt up, there was an unwritten rule--stay away from that white girl's ass. I was too big, they were not into it, and I accepted that but watched my cock in their pussies from that position, just wanting that tiny white butt. Not a chance--until this afternoon. You're pretty white butt and my Black cock disappearing into it was incredible all by itself, that I also had images and memories of what other women had denied me was big. Just plain big Daddy. Thank you!"

I blurted out, "I love when you verbalize, that was precious. Keep it going, sharing what is true about you excites me. My cock jumps."

"About your cock jumping." Zach said, "Mine is too, and when you are ready, I want my Daddy to kneel in front of me, stroke my body, handle my package in silk, pull my cock out and work for come. Suck my cock anyway you want, and yes, take it over that ledge and down your throat. That pop, that sense of breaking through, passing a previous barrier, yes it was another world. That you wanted it as badly as I did was what I think 'we' are all about. You are such a sophisticated gentleman, and you are also a beast and teaching me that I am one as well."

I stood up, leaned forward, and kissed my son and he kissed me back. Man stuff, for real. "Let's get cleaned up, I need a joint, see you in a few minutes and let's watch a movie together with the clear knowledge that I am going service your cock royally this evening. Relax and know that. You are going to unload barebacking my mouth and throat. Be yourself," and I was off.

When I returned, Zach was in the living room, the kitchen looked cleaned-up, and he looked hot in his wide open bathrobe showing off his silk panties bursting at the seems with his pride and joy. Now my pride and joy. He had the DVDs in his hand reviewing them, and he had already started brewing a pot of that Sumatra Dark Roast. That female butt toy must be back in the picnic basket, curious if it means what I think it means, A Zach jack-off fuck toy? "You look great Zach, that coffee smells great, and I'm in the mood. I'll grab us both a cup and sit down on the Berber with you and pick out a movie." I was a little high, very happy, coffee--then Zach's cock was the perfect plan." I added, "Those panties are incredible on you. I think my son's cock is about the bust out. Keep that bathrobe open, show it off cunt!"

"All yours Daddy," Zach's simple and direct reply.

There we were, sitting cross-legged on the Berber, bathrobes open, my black and his white silk panties fully exposed--my eyes were on his, as his cock escaped out one leg hole and was sitting head-down against the white Berber. We picked a movie from the "Blacked" collection, a BBC taking a tiny white cunt's butt, perfect as background noise for us. It was well produced, dominant, straight, anal-focused, Black on white, the girl seeming to worship Black cock and loving her butt being ravaged by it. Seemingly, she was a true submissive. Interesting, hard-on stuff, but background noise because neither of us needed it. Our cocks were hard, mine totally content to just feel good being hard, now just the head poking out of my black panties. A great feeling. My cock needed nothing but to be the decorative center of my being, in this submissive moment. I felt supremely useful. My son's cock needed worship.

Zach stood up, his bathrobe open framing his sexual masculine Blackness. it was time. I knelt in front of him, handled his package, the white silk so pretty against his taut Black skin, now only sort-of holding his balls--his cock had fully escaped that symbolic bondage and was straight-out to the side. I grabbed it at its fat base and squeezed hard with my right hand, pulled it down and pointed it right at my face. I reached around and took a butt check, and silk, in my left hand and pulled it toward me. He was so strong, so supple, yet responsive to me, even in his dominant position. His cheeks split while his pelvis pushed out toward me. Holding the base in a vice-grip, I took that beautiful head in my mouth. Just the head. So much like mine in shape, but larger and inescapably Black. What a feeling the cock head, and the whole long shaft leading to it, was owned by my mouth. My right hand insuring that it stay there.

So I made love to that cock head, Zach moaning. I tongue-fucked that fat hole for a minute and sucked the whole thing back in my cunt mouth. I was a cocksucker. I was a faggot. I had a giant Black cock I was going to initiate a face fuck, right now, knowing that in time my son would be face fucking me outside any control. I took a little more in, just to feel it touch the back of my mouth. I had the base. Holding him still with that grip on the base, I bobbed my head playing with four or five inches, in and out. Face smashed to shaved cunt boy and silk. Loving my son's cock.

"Daddy, you're drive me fucking nuts. I need that throat," and with those words he took over total ownership of me, my head, my mouth, my throat. He grabbed my head and I grabbed both butt cheeks left and right and pulled. He began to hump, now he was testing, playing, learning, and aiming to go all the way in. And he did. I held my breath, I was ready and felt him push hard to get that beast into my throat. My face was flat against his pelvis and his big balls were slapping my chin. He held it deep for a long time, and I wanted to show that not only could I take it, but that I was his mouth cunt whore and needed to be. Out for a moment, only a moment, then the pumping started. He was building speed, going all the way down, it seemed so impossible. Goodness the sounds he made, his groans and grunts. Then words! "Face fucking my Daddy, all the way down my Daddy's cunt throat--so fucking good. Take it Daddy!"