Laura Edwards was furious and on a mission, so to speak. When she realized she didn't know where her seventeen year old daughter was she went into panic mode. Just two days ago she had run off Declon Jones, nineteen year old son of a black family that had just moved in last week down the street. She caught him sniffing around her daughter and was not pleased that her eighteen year old was far too friendly with Declon and his East Coast ways.
He was pretty smooth in the talk and mannerisms that blacks use to attract young white girls. Laura was incensed at her daughter for falling for it.
Laura was the typical Mormon wife, popping out the babies as fast as her husband could fuck them into her. Eight kids, three boys, five girls. Dad was disappointed at so many girls. Now Laura was realizing what a nightmare is was going to be keeping the daughters rounded up and away from unwelcome attention.
Not that she didn't set a good example. Jessie was her first born, nine months to the day after Laura had learned what it was like to have a cock in her for the first time. Laura spent plenty of time on behalf of the church and made sure her kids knuckled under and followed Church activities themselves.
Now with clenched fists Laura marched around the corner and down the block to the fixer upper Declon's parents just bought. She should have had Porter her husband handle it. But, with Jessie missing quick action was needed. Also, even with all the power wielded by being Bishop of their local Ward black people weren't going to be cowed by some white Mormon dude. If she had to drag her daughter out of that house by the hair on her head she would and it would be permanent grounding.
As she approached the door her temper was boiling. She was going to kill them both if that black kid had her daughter in his house with him. Her thumb banging the doorbell button probably made more noise than the doorbell itself.
Declon came to the door with no shirt and wearing just workout shorts. Laura noticed a knot in the front and looked away in embarrassment. Stories had swirled one night after a Relief Society meeting. They were about black men and their abilities with their penis. Word passed that they were large and could do well with the ladies, especially married white ladies.
Laura shook the thought from her mind.
"I want my daughter out here right now!"
"But, she's not here Mrs ... uh?"
"It's Mrs. Edwards."
"Okay, but she's not here."
"She's not at her friend's. She would have told me if she were going to her friends."
The mother of eight let her attention slip a little, focusing right on the black kid's cock for a second.
"You can come in and look around if you want."
Laura brushed past him and into the house trying to discount the lump in his shorts that appeared to be still soft, but maybe already more than her husband hard. She cursed the women at the Relief Society meeting and their filthy minds.
She noticed as she looked around the living room Declon was standing watching her with his hands behind his back. That causing his penis to protrude even more out from his body. Damn! Was he getting hard watching a thirty-seven year old Mormon housewife? She reckoned that being black he had be told many times to put his hands behind his back.
A quick trip to scan the kitchen and laundry room. No Jessie in there. Then it was down the hallway to a bedroom and hall bath. Clear. Finally the master bedroom and bath. She looked up the stairs. It was a Mormon neighborhood. There'd be bedrooms upstairs.
Laura looked at the boy before heading upstairs. He was most certainly getting a hardon watching her. She gulped and averted her eyes ... too late to keep the young black man from knowing he had her attention. Deep in her mind she let her hips wiggle under the customary Capri pants that really couldn't hide her Mormon underwear garments as she climbed the stairs.. After eight kids Laura still had a round and firm ass. Eight babies added to her bra size boosting her from a lightly filled A-Cup to a packed B-Cup. Exercise kept her waist taunt.
She went to the end of the hall checking bedrooms and closets and the upstairs bath. Laura turned to admit to the young black Jessie was apparently not there.
"I guess you were right. Sorry."
"Again, Laura!" She scolded herself in her mind. She caught herself staring at the huge black cock growing behind the fabric of his shorts.
Declon had positioned himself between her and the exit to the top of the stairs. This time his arms were folded over his bare chest and his cock was now a python trying to escape down this leg.
"I told your Mrs. E. You daughter isn't here. I'm not much for the young stuff. Too complicated and indecisive about what they want. I'm more into moms. Moms know what they want. Some are too shy to say it. Which are you Mrs. E? Know what you want or are you indecisive?"
"I know what I want." She blushed. "I meant I want out of here."
She stood in place fifteen feet from the young black. That's when she realized she was wet. Porter fucked her often, but it did slow down after she had him snipped after eight babies. The idea of not knocking her up took some of the shine out of cumming in her always welcoming twat.
It had been ... oh, maybe not that long since she had him fuck her. Two days. Only two days? It seemed like longer. Especially with what was menacing her exit down the hall. Laura moved his direction. He didn't block her nor did he get out of her way.
"Let's put you down as indecisive. Are you indecisive, Mrs. E.?"
"No. Not really."
"Not really? That's indecisive, Laura. Can I call you Laura. Mrs. E. makes you sound like some old hard assed white married cunt."
Laura moved forward without talking. She berated herself for letting herself get trapped. Declon was right. He preferred a hot mom to a finicky little bitch his own age. No training or bullshit necessary. You just take a mom and fuck her. He turned slightly as she approached.
"Brush your hand against it as you go past. At least you can say you touched one once. You can even grab it and hold it in your hand if you want. More cock than most women can even dream about. Come on Laura. Walk past me. Touch it. You know you want to, don't you?"
Faced with a life changing moment Laura moved forward and past Declon. She gave him an devilish smile.
The breath went out of Declon as Laura moved past. She reached back and brushed his cock with her hand, then lifted it as if to weigh it as it began to grow. She reached up his shorts leg and hefted his huge balls.
"Still think I'm indecisive? I bet there's a lot of seed for making babies in there. Do you know how I could find out?"
Now it was Declon indecisive and confused. "Wasn't it just a moment ago she shot me down?"
Laura pulled his shorts to the floor. Declon stepped out of them leaving his hard cock bobbing right at her face. She took one hand at the base and plunged the big black head into her mouth before moving her mouth down the shaft until it hit the back of her throat.
"Well, now I've done it." Laura was thinking while she sucked. "I just fucked up my wedding vows. I'm a slut for a mom, but on the other hand I have eight or nine inches of hard nigger cock in my hand."
It wasn't just the dirty gossip after the Relief Society meeting that turned her on. There were a few times in her life that she had been known to hide a couple of adult novels, or more directly "fuck books"in her dresser. The conquering hero in every one of them had been some tall, well hung black guy.
Just as she had Declon ready to blow his nut she looked up at him with blue Mormon wife eyes.
"I think I know where I want all that seed. Which bedroom is yours?"
"Right behind you. My mom might be home soon, but she's caught me before. Matter of fact back East I had fucked most of her white friends."
"Right ... whatever! I don't need to hear your stories. I just want you to fuck me."
Declon laid back on his bed to wait for her to undress. As she started to pull off her top she paused, running things over in her mind. This wouldn't have to affect her marriage. Fucking a black cock and letting him cum in her wouldn't mean she didn't love her husband. If she got caught what could her husband do? No Ward Bishop was going to admit to anyone that his wife had fucked a black cock.
Maybe she should run and hope the boy didn't tell about the blowjob. She looked at him on the bed. He was half stroking his cock. It had to be nine inches. It was twice as long as Porter's and it would take three times the width. The memories of her "fuck books" at home in the dresser told her what to do. She wanted to be one of those women.
She took off her top and Capri pants leaving her standing in her garments.
"What the fuck is that?"
"You have a lot to learn about Mormon wives. My husband and I got married in the Salt Lake Temple. These are Temple Garments. They proclaim our love and faithfulness to each other."
