Author's Note: Fictional former Playboy Playmates. All sisters. I wanted them to have two stories. In their first, they are all about black cock. In their second, it's their sons. This will separate the themes a bit better.
After seeing her sister, Diane, in an incestuous situation (in Part 3), desires are awakened in Tiffanie. She runs from them and doesn't embrace them. She can only service black cock for so long before going after the cock she craves most - her son's. This is her first story, her attempt to run away from the incestuous urges inside her, drowning out that taboo desire with the semen of black men. This takes place roughly two years after part 1, eight months after part 3.
TIffanie is introduced in The Challenge Ch 4 if you're curious about her background. This story coincides with The Challenge 8.
Former Playmate Pt. 08: Tiffanie's Year
Chapter 1
Tiffanie's mouth dropped with shock, looking through the materials, photos, documents she found inside a package from Bob sitting on her kitchen table. Her son, Tom, must've put it there for her. She arrived home, after another weekend with Bob, to find the box waiting for her.
She started shaking, tears welling up, going through the old photos. It was all there, plain for her to see. The last eight months of sex with Bob were down the drain. The sole purpose for sleeping with her former employer from nearly a decade ago was all for naught.
Her renewed relationship with Bob began almost immediately after Tiffanie witnessed her sister, Diane, with her nephew Elliot, Diane's son, on her back deck, late at night, having sex.
Tiffanie denied what she saw, thinking it was a bizarre and twisted dream, only realizing it wasn't. The sickening taboo nature of the act between her sister and nephew disgusted her but also did something else to her.
A few days later she called Bob, a man she hadn't seen in several years, asked him out to dinner, and then went home with him. Tiffanie regularly rode his cock in his huge master bedroom for the next several months, burying the memory of the incestuous act she witnessed while distancing herself from her son for one very specific reason.
The multi-millionaire, older gentleman, Bob, was engaged, but the two of them didn't care. She stayed the weekends at his mansion, when he was in town, or visited him during the week. Her plan was working, Tiffanie was using sex to fill her mind and push thoughts of what she witnessed that night on her deck away, hoping they would never manifest in her own actions.
It turned her on; seeing a mother and son in the throes of passion like that, so connected, so entwined with one another. Deep down Tiffanie knew her feigned disgust was all a front to hide her true feelings. Feelings that could ruin her relationship with her own son should she let them control her actions. She was very thankful Bob was there for her, wining and dining her, pampering her, making love to her, taking her mind off her son. Everything was going to be ok.
Here she was at her kitchen table, crying uncontrollably, looking at old black and white photos of her deceased mother when she was in her 30's. There was a young man with her, maybe 18 or 19 if she had to guess, he was smiling, his arm around her. Tiffanie turned the photo over, reading the writing on the back: "My mother."
Another photo, "College graduation, Mom and I" was written on the back. It showed a young Bob with Tiffanie's mother, he was smiling, she wasn't.
Then there were letters Bob wrote, but never delivered to this woman - Tiffanie's mother, his mother. They were love letters, Bob proclaiming how much he needed her, loved her, wanted her to forgive him, begging to be part of his children's, Tiffanie and Diane's, lives.
Tiffanie couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to call Diane and ask her if she knew about this. If she knew that Bob impregnated their mother with them. She wanted to ask if Diane knew their mother was also Bob's mother and that he was madly in love with her.
She couldn't think straight. All this time, she was sleeping with this man, attempting to bury the shameful incestuous desires that were awakened, and he turned out to be her father. Tiffanie could hardly read the apology letter Bob wrote for her. She was able to read that he loved her, like a father and more. He couldn't tell her he was her father when she worked for him, but he felt since his life was winding down, that he should now. She read that he understood if she never wanted to see him again.
Tiffanie cried, putting everything back in the box, rushing to her bedroom, hiding it under her bed. She had to get away before her son got home from his soccer game. She didn't want to see him, not that she had much lately, but now more than ever. She had to run.
Calming down, gathering her thoughts, she decided to use up her vacation time, explaining to her employer a family emergency had come up. It wasn't too far from the truth.
Tiffanie called her older sister, Julianne, who is apparently a half-sister after learning of Bob, living in Tampa Bay. She asked if she could stay two weeks with her. Julianne agreed, saying she could take the guest room. Tiffanie noticed Julianne seemed far more upbeat and chipper than usual. She thought nothing further of it, ended the call, and started packing.
It was May 1, 9:14 am.
Chapter 2
Later that night, she arrived in Tampa after a long day of driving. She left a note for her son, explaining she had to take care of some things in Florida. Tiffanie was greeted by an extremely happy Julianne. Another odd observation, as Julianne has been known to be very depressed since her divorce years prior.
There was a man in Julianne's kitchen. He was warming up some leftovers for TIffanie. Split second thoughts of how attractive the man was entered her mind before she chastised herself. The man was Greg, Julianne's son, Tiffanie's nephew - or half-nephew. Tiffanie sighed, putting her bag down.
"You ok?" Julianne asked, giving Tiffanie another hug.
"Yes," she lied. "I'm just exhausted, it's been a crazy several months at work."
"Well then, you are more than welcome to stay here for awhile," Julianne said, Greg handing Tiffanie a bowl of spaghetti, then sitting next to his mother. Tiffanie ate up, hungry after not bothering to stop for lunch.
"I'm sure Tom won't get into trouble. He's a good kid," Julianne said, patting Greg on his thigh. Tiffanie nodded, glancing at Julianne's hand resting there.
"So how are things with you?" Tiffanie asked.
"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" Julianne beamed, snuggling against her son. Tiffanie glanced at Greg.
"Yeah, I've moved in. I'm helping her keep the place in order and spending quality time with her," Greg said, holding his mother close.
"Right," Tiffanie nodded.
After dinner, they chatted awkwardly for awhile, Tiffanie feeling slightly uncomfortable around Julianne and Greg.
Tiffanie was busying herself in the kitchen, close to midnight, her sister and nephew on the couch giggling about something. Then she saw him, the next door neighbor, Tony, in his backyard. He was smoking a cigar, lounging back, shirtless in a chair near the hot tub.
"So Tony is still next door?" Tiffanie asked.
"Hm? Oh yeah, he still lives there," Julianne said, distracted from tickling Greg. "He's going through a divorce now."
"Really?" Tiffanie said, watching the huge, muscular African-American finish his cigar and walk inside. It had been awhile since she had his dick inside her.
