Part 06. The Union of Motherhood and Sexual Lust
Special thanks to the Literotica member for editing assistance and excellent creative input. Thanks to the efforts of merrySM, new colors have appeared in this story.
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While other people were doing shopping, having fun at the water park, or dropping out to the ocean to sunbathe on the beach, Farmer was busy with everyday chores. Together with the business partner who came to him, they discussed the affairs of the owner of the house and the friend's advice was not superfluous for Farmer. But on Monday, everything returned to its normal rhythm.
On this day, Bisoye succeeded Joseph in his daily worries. They chatted before breaking up when Joseph's phone rang and he sat down on a bench. His friend, standing behind, saw a number glowing on the screen that seemed familiar to him. Bisoye heard this conversation and easily realized that the woman was calling and the conversation was clearly piquant. His friend too openly promised his girlfriend an intimate meeting and called her a "red-haired angel." After the conversation, Joseph, seeing a dumb question in the eyes of the Nigerian, actually confirmed the hunch with a joke - "I met an interesting sex toy here - I hope to work with her tomorrow." A few minutes later the friends parted. But the telephone number that the Nigerian seemed famous now haunted him. He wrote it in a notebook, and later compared it with the contacts in his own list. And he realized that he was mistaken - the phone of the laundry manager where he sometimes washed, differed by two digits from the recorded one.
A young Nigerian settled in the courtyard and moving from tree to tree, cleaned up dried branches and leveled the crowns of trees. Elena was initially frightened when she saw her black friend so close. But later she calmed down and she and her husband continued to clean the house. She tried not to look through the fence and once again did not leave the house. Elena's mother, as usual, was playing with her granddaughter, and Elena's duties were limited only to feeding the girl. However, the appearance of Bisoye did not pass without a trace. Elena's husband, who was never a great garden care professional, suddenly showed interest in these activities. A couple of times he went up to the fence and a black gardener patiently answered all his questions. In the end, she had to worry a lot when, after another conversation, her husband suggested she change their plans - today the prospect of paying attention to their own garden did not make her happy. She tried to resist, but in the end she had to obey.
Farmer smiled when he saw a young family in the process of clearing a thick bush near the gate of the house. The young man was clearly a layman in this matter. And the way he mercilessly and ineptly cut green branches spoke only of one thing - another hour and the landscape of their yard would be irretrievably destroyed. Probably, it seemed obvious,this guy had only ever worked in a warehouse, never out side, bu today took advantage of time off. At first, the Farmer tried not to pay attention to the efforts of the young family. His attention on that day was absorbed by four-legged pets - both dogs loved the old owner and their loud joyful barking during the games testified to this. Nevertheless, when the Farmer saw that Elena's husband had inadvertently broken the top of the young plane tree, the old man's patience came to an end. He went to the fence and the conversation, word by word, led by the fact that his neighbors accepted the invitation to visit him.
The prospect of visiting Farmer with her husband made Elena worry. Moreover, Bisoye quietly winked at her several times and mysteriously closed his eyes, hinting at an adventure that connected them. But she could not refuse. Having taken the daughter from her mother's hands, Elena settled down in the bedroom and the affectionate mouth of the infant greedily grabbed the nipple of her luxurious breast. Submitting to the reflex, the girl eagerly sucked her mother's breast and tight jets of milk slowly emptied the breast of the nurse. When it came time to give the child a second breast, something happened that Elena did not expect from herself. Obeying a spontaneous impulse, she got up from her chair and went to the open window. Waiting for the moment when Bisoye saw her, Elena openly raised her left breast with her palm and deliberately slowly brought the nipple closer to the child's lips. They were separated by no more than 12-15 yards and the Nigerian frantically swallowed saliva when the pink spot of the swollen nipple slowly drew an intricate trajectory in space.
More than ten days have passed since they broke up after meeting at the motel. For ten days Elena struggled with herself. At first there was a horror of what happened, then shame came, and then ... then, time after time, plentiful juices permeated the fabric of her panties ... But she resisted, she did not call this beast with a wild animal cock.
Now. Standing by the window, she looked at the Nigerian and her determination evaporated with each passing second. He understood her too. Going unnoticed, Bisoye took a phone from his pocket and showed it to Elena. She turned her head in the negative, but the Nigerian left her no other chance. He slowly traced his palm over the enormous long bulge that pulled his shorts on, and again showed off the telephone. This was the last argument for the white young mother. She will call him. Not today, but she will call ... Her nod of her head showed her defeat. And she returned to the room - the Farmer was waiting for them.
Bisoye set to work with renewed vigor. These days were his test too. The desire to fuck this luxurious white doe again mercilessly pursued the Nigerian. Again and again, the pictures of her breasts and the taste of milk from her nipples came to life in his memory. And again and again the call of the ancestors awakened in him the bestial desire to crucify this young woman from a stiff white gringo family on a black cock. The wild delight of the black slave of the owner who raped his wife was too great, and centuries later his descendants persisted in this thirst mercilessly to seed white pussies of respectable mothers. In these desires there was no place for cheap white whores - the pedestal belonged to angels that exuded the smell of expensive perfumes.
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The Farmer cordially greeted the guests on the doorstep of the house. Both his dogs lay peacefully at the gate and only lazily raised their heads, responding to the noise near the porch. Speaking with young neighbors, Farmer invited them into the gazebo, where on the table stood glasses for juice and chilled fresh fruit. While all the guests were seated at the table, one of the dogs ostentatiously slept under the shade of a luxurious shrub, while Rothwell stood up and stood a little indecisively toward the house. In the noisy bustle, no one noticed how the dog jumped onto the porch, and then squeezed inside the house through an ajar door.
Elena was not enthusiastic about this visit. While her husband talked animatedly with Farmer about options for decorating the area around their home, she was clearly uncomfortable. The presence of Bisoye in the garden and her fear that his unexpected appearance near the arbor could lead to unpredictable and dangerous accidents for her - did not give her rest. Outwardly, she diligently demonstrated interest in the conversation of men, while her nerves were strained like strings and she counted the minutes in anticipation of the completion of this visit. Relief came for the young woman when the Farmer invited her husband to take a walk in his garden and continue the discussion with concrete examples. It was a chance to hide from danger.
