This story is about cheating and deception and pure unadulterated interracial lust of a mom for her daughter's boyfriend. Please spare me the holier than thou judgmental comments at the end about the mom. It's a story on an erotic web site people! Just read and enjoy. If this kind of story is not your cup o' tea, move on now. Comments about the writing and such are welcome by sending feedback. Just so all you moral anons know, I only allow comments and feedback when you leave a contact e-mail you cowards.
Thanks to all of you who commented on parts 1-3. Thanks Silkstockingslover for the early read and feedback. I really feel this chapter is way better after your suggestions. I love feedback, even if it is to constructively criticize.
If you did not read Chapters 1-3, you should. The character development and backgrounds will help this one make sense. This chapter is longer than most of my works, but couldn't figure out any way to cut it up. Hope you enjoy.
Goamz86
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Kimberly awoke the day after Taylor's birthday party and hurried to clean up her bed sheets and herself before her daughter woke up. As it turned out, there really was no need to hurry, as Taylor would be on the couch sleeping off her bender from the night before until well passed noon. After Kimberly showered and made her bed, she grabbed her phone and noticed it had a text from a number not in her contacts. She opened it and all it said was
Anytime.
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Kimberly got instantly wet. Now she had Dee's number too. She told herself she really didn't need it since she had Jordan to satisfy her, and she didn't need to be cheating with two men. That was a sure fire way to get caught. However, she saved the number as a second number under Sheri's contact to hide it, thinking she would have it just in case. It would not be long however before she was dialing that number many times over.
*************One week later***************
"See baby, look at how she sucks my cock like a total slut." Jordan told Taylor as another white girl from their school gobbled up his cock like a porn star.
The girl, Lexi, was deep-throating his cock over and over and holding it there for several seconds each time before finally withdrawing it from her mouth as Jordan preached to Taylor the whole time.
"See, look at that! She is a total whore for my black cock. If you expect me to keep you around, you need to learn to suck cock like this." Jordan told Taylor.
Taylor sat consumed with envy and jealousy, naked on her knees on Jordan's bed in his frat house room watching the fucking slut satisfy her boyfriend. Taylor was consumed with lust. She loved the way that cock made here feel, no she was obsessed with the way that cock made her feel, and she wanted to be the one sucking that cock. However, she sat there obediently as Jordan had instructed her to do while this other whore did the job Taylor wanted to do.
Over the past week, Jordan had played Taylor perfectly, turning her into the horny little black cock slut he wanted her to be. It had all started the day after her birthday.
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Taylor finally woke up on the couch sometime around 12:30. Her mouth felt like someone had dumped a shovel of sand in it while she was sleeping. Her tongue was swollen and not a drop of saliva graced her mouth. She sat up and instantly her head pounded. She immediately dropped back down to her pillow and begged God to make her hangover go away, promising never to drink again if he would just make her head feel better right now. The nausea she felt in the middle of the night had at least passed. She recalled all the drinking and carousing she had done the night before, even remembering her alcohol fueled debauchery with Jordan. She felt like crap, not even the memory of her and Jordan brought joy to her at this moment. She fished around on the coffee table until finally she found her phone. She texted Jordan , but he didn't answer right away. She figured he may still be sleeping, so she dragged herself off the couch, took something to make her head stop pounding and made her way to the shower. She cleaned the stench of her night off and felt much better after the Advil had taken affect. She again texted Jordan as it had been almost an hour and no response. After dressing she went to the kitchen and got a little something to drink and eat and settled on the couch to watch some TV. After several hours of inactivity on the couch there was finally a text from Jordan
It's over Taylor. I don't want to see you anymore.
Taylor frantically texted and called Jordan, but there was no reply to any of it. Taylor decided she would just go find Jordan and see what was going on.
She arrived at the frat house and one of Jordan's frat brothers let her in, telling her he was up in his room. When she opened his door, he was lying on his bed in only a pair of shorts and he was on the phone. He told the person he was talking to that he had to go, but Taylor noticed his tone was very syrupy and filled with innuendo.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He spat at her.