Dad Did A Bad Bad Bad Thing Ch 02

The following morning came unnoticed to me. I slept nearly through it all and didn't blink an eye awake till it was past ten. Mom and I had stayed up for more than an hour talking and relieving raunchy details of the previous day back and forth, giggling like we were teens sharing secrets. But we as well went even further than the previous day. By the time we'd talked and my eyes were starting to grow heavy again with sleep, we'd unloaded our private fantasies to each other.

Mom talk about how she'd always had an urge to want to fuck a black man but never really got the courage to. She even let me on about a guy she couldn't stop fantasising about at her place of work.

"His name's Darryl, and he's black," she said, smiling. "He got transferred down to my office a couple of months ago, and when he came he didn't know much about how we worked, so my boss assigned me to show him the ropes. And I did ... just that sometimes whenever I'm standing close to him, and I get a whiff of his cologne ... Uhhh! I just wish I have the nerve to ask him out one day, if only for a drink, and then maybe we can get the ball rolling from there. Who knows."

"What's he look like?" I asked.

Mom ticked him off with three fingers. "Tall, dark, and extremely handsome. Not as handsome as, say Denzel, but more like a Wesley Snipes kind of handsome. And he's got this cool, masculine voice. I tell you, all he has to do is tell me to come over, and Jessie I tell you this, I would go to him. Without a doubt I would."

"Sounds nice if you go up and talk to him," I commented.

"Yeah, it really would. You probably don't know of this, and neither does your father, but one time a guy wanted to hook up with me at a parking lot. Your Dad and I were at this fund-raiser dinner we attended three years ago I think, and all the time while we were talking to one or two of the guests, I notice there was this man who just wouldn't take his eyes off me. Everywhere in the room we went, there he was looking me all over like I was some portrait or whatever. One time I excused myself and went into the rest room and when I came out he was standing close by and then he came to me, told me how he'd been watching me. Said I was beautiful and stuff like that, then he asked straight out if I'd like to have sex with him. Can you believe that? I was so shocked I almost thought of smacking him. But then I politely turned him down and went in search of your father."

"And you never saw him again? I mean you never saw him around to see if he was still eying you?"

Mom shook her head. "Didn't bother to look out for him anymore so I wouldn't know. But later that night -- after your Dad and I had finished making love -- I kind of asked myself what would have happened if I'd taken up his offer."

"Fast-forward to now. You think if he'd been black, you would accept?"

"If he had been black, I don't know if I would have. But if you ask me right now, if the guy was black and it was happening right now, I'd follow him to the nearest motel if he asked me to."

We both exploded with laughter.

The sun's rays were streaming down my face from my window curtains. I wanted to remain in bed for another bout of sleep but knew that would be hard; once my eyes come awake, they hardly go back to sleep again. I went into the bathroom and was brushing my teeth when I heard a knock on the door followed by my Dad's voice asking if he may come in. I mumbled for him to.

He came into my bedroom tentatively; his face looked worn and tired. "How're you doing, Jess?"

"I'm doing alright."

"Good ... that's good to know. My Mom's downstairs; we're having breakfast. I wanted to know if you were ready to have some."

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute or two."

"Okay, sure." He hovered there for a moment, too scared to look me in the face, before turning around and leaving me. I knew he wanted to say something but just didn't know how. Oh well, nothing against me I'll bet. I finished brushing my teeth and cleaned up my face before hurrying down to see what was up; I wondered how he and Mom were getting along.

It was just as I'd expected when I stepped into the kitchen -- they were both acting cold towards each other. Mom was dressed up for work just like Dad. Mom had a cup of coffee before her while Dad had his buried behind the newspaper. I came to the table, said 'good morning' to both of them and went ahead scrapping my bacons and scrambled eggs. Neither bothered glancing at the other. Later on Mom would tell me about the bout of yelling they'd hard that morning while I was still dozing.

I was about done with breakfast when our doorbell rang. Dad's newspaper dropped instantly from his face and I could tell he too was wondering who it might be.

"I'll get it," Mom said and got up and rushed out of the kitchen. Dad was a couple of steps behind her; I too couldn't help but stand up and inch towards the kitchen door to see who it might be.

Mom's back obscured who it was when she opened the door, but then she made way for the man to step inside, and right away I felt a quicken beat of excitement in my heart. It was one of Morris' guys from yesterday. He wore a tee shirt that showed off his hidden muscles and black jeans. I came closer as he heard him talking to Mom; he ignored Dad totally.

"Morris wanted to know if you both will be ready later on," he said.

"Oh yes, of course we'll be ready," she answered. "I haven't told her yet, but I know she'll be up for it."

I came up to Mom. "Tell me about what, Mom?"

She led be to a corner away from Dad's ears. "I was going to call you on the phone and tell you when I get to work. Morris called me early this morning, said there's a party happening in town and he'd like for us to join in. I told him I would."

"Fine, nothing wrong about that. So why did he send this fellow by?"

"He's here for you, Jessie," she said mischievously. "Morris sent him to come check your pussy out. Whatever that means, though I can only guess."

I looked at my Mom and blurted, "What?"

Dad too said the same thing, except no one was taking note of what he thought; obviously he had no take or say in present matters anymore. He came over and reached for Mom's arm.

"Jo, I think we'd better have a word on this," he said through gritted teeth.

"There's absolutely nothing to have a word on," she pulled her arm away from his grasp. "You don't have a say in this, so it's not your call. Just go to work and pretend that nothing's happening."

Dad glanced uncomfortably at Morris' man who remained where he was, not bothering to step into the family conversation. Dad tried lowering his voice; obviously he was nervous about my presence as well. "Jo, we talked about this earlier --"

"Wrong," Mom glared, her words loud enough for the young man to overhear clearly what was being argued. "You talked about it; I listened and then talked back, except in my case you weren't listening hard enough. This is all your stinking mess that you got us both into, don't think you're going to step in now and think you're going to make everything seem alright. Just be a good boy and get to your office and don't bother anymore about Jessie and me."

"I'm not going to put up with this, Jo."

"You don't have to," Mom replied harshly. "You can either accept it or you can't. Don't make any different whether you do or not, but what's going to happen is still going to happen, don't care what you feel."

"This is crazy ... insane!" He turned to the young man. "Look here, you go back and tell Morris --"

"Okay now first off," the man's voice was dead cold. "You don't tell Morris nothing -- he tells you. Second, you're too far in the red for Morris to care about what you've got to say. For now he needs your women, and that's it. Now why don't you do what the lady said and go."

The room fell deadly quiet. Dad didn't need a soothsayer to know he'd lost the fight. Looking pitifully dejected, he went into the kitchen and got his briefcase. He kissed my cheek and without a word left the house. Mom told the man -- his name was Shawn -- to make himself right at home, and then took her leave. There was only the two of us left. I asked if he'd care for some coffee. He said he wouldn't mind. Into the kitchen we went and I picked up Mom and Dad's empty cups to wash in the sink. I didn't notice Shawn creeping up on me and my hand was wet with soap suds as I rinsed the cups and almost jumped when I felt his hands appear in front of my tank top, grabbing hold of my breasts.

His fingers groped my tits at the same time found my nipples and caressed them, sending a bolt of sensuous electricity across my body. I dropped the cups back in the sink and hurriedly wash my hands in time as his found their way under my top and grabbed hold of my breasts; I couldn't help but moan from his caress. Last night I'd thought of nothing else but having another taste and feel of a black cock, and here it now was. It kind of felt like a miracle.

While his hands caressed and fondled my nipples, I pushed my ass back at him and was rewarded with the feel of something hard pushing against the fabric of his jeans. One of his hands let go of my tits and slid down my belly into the lining of my shorts. I wiggled my ass against his erection, wanting to feel it more as his fingers crawled past my light bush of pubic hair to finger the tip of my clit. I felt myself become instantly wet and with one hand fingering my clit and clit while the other kept twitching my nipple, it didn't take long to set me off on the road to my first orgasm for the day.

I wanted him right there and then. I turned around and he pushed me to fall to my knees and started working on the belt buckle of his jeans. I licked my lips impatiently and helped free his black cock out from its hiding place. His cock was long and thick and was as black as midnight. I wet my hand and gave it a couple of strokes before bringing my mouth to it. My head bobbed hard and furious on his cock; I slurped my tongue over his shaft and periodically looked up at him to see how much he was enjoying what I was doing. His moans were the answers I loved to hear. He held my head in his hands and began face-fucking me. He jammed his cock all the way into my throat, each time it brought a throaty gob of saliva from me. A while later I took his cock back in my hands and continued with my sucking. He pushed his jeans and shorts down his ankles and widened his legs, giving me room to crawl under and suck his sagging balls as well.

I grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to my feet. By now I was terrifically wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs, already staining the under of my shorts. He pulled me to the kitchen table and made me lie back on it while he helped me out of my shorts. I sat on a chair and pulled my ass towards him as then he brought his lips down on my pussy. I let my head fall back and a deep sigh escaped my lips as I felt his tongue lap the inside of my pussy. It sent spine-tingling shivers up my spine and I couldn't stop whimpering from his tongue's punishment. I half sat up, pushed my pussy further towards his face the moment his lips and tongue set to work on my clit. It felt as if he'd just lit me on fire. I moaned a litany of cries, felt my whole body tremble with excitement as I had a second orgasm.

"Ohh God! Ohh God, I want you so bad!" I gasped as he finally took back his tongue, smiling at what he'd just wrought upon me, and freed himself from his jeans and shorts. I took off my top just as he came forward and holding his cock in his hand beat the head against the opening of my pussy, sending further shivers up my spine, before pushing it into my cunt. I lay back on the table, resting my legs upon his shoulders, soaking in the sight of his abs and muscles; I half shut my eyes and moaned lengthily as he pushed his cock all the way inside me, expanding my cunt. He went like this for a while, gently taking his time, and then gradually began speeding things up. He cock was slamming into me hard and good, I had to grasp the table's edge to prevent myself from falling off. It felt so good, and I couldn't keep my voice to myself. I cried out for him to fuck me ... go ahead and fuck me harder!

I pulled me up and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his shoulders just as he dug his fingers under my ass and lifted me up from the table. He held me suspended in mid-air, letting his hips pound the shit out of me. I held unto him for dear life, giving out synchronised cries in tandem with his pounding. He let me down to my feet and I almost fell on shaky legs had he not been holding me. I saw his cock was coated with my cum. I returned to my knees and sucked him up some more. He gripped my head and urged me to keep sucking him, which I did with delight, hearing the motor-like groans he made. And just like that he shot his load into my mouth and I took my time and cleaned him up. His semen was so thick and juicy; I wondered if all black men's cum was as thick as this.

"How about we go on upstairs?" I said to him. Shawn smiled. "Sounds like a good idea."

I wrapped my hand on his cock as I led him out of the kitchen, into the corridor and up the stairs, letting him smacking my bum as we came to my door. I went into the bathroom to clean up; he decided to join me. The funny thing is it wasn't like he was my boyfriend or lover or anything close to that, and yet the way we were with each other then, you would have thought we'd known each other for long. Inside the bathroom we took turns sponging each other's body. He sucked on my tits while water washed down over us, and I still had my hand on his shaft, jacking it back to life. We laughed at each other, feeling our hands over each other's body, our lips locking into a kiss as when we were through we made our way into the bedroom.

He threw me upon the bed and then came at me. My legs were open and my pussy anxiously waiting his return. He leaned over me and without any effort his cock pushed through my pussy walls and scored an instant homerun. I wrapped my legs over his back, held his face with my hands while I moaned into his lips as we kissed, our body moving in rhythm with our fucking. I sat up, hooked my legs on his arms and began pounding me hard and ferocious. I lay there bucking and gasping on the bed; his cock slammed into my pussy with quickened fury. When he was done with that position he turned me over and thrust his cock into me, pressed my down on the bed, and kept on with his fucking. It felt as if his fucking me wouldn't come to an end, and I'd screamed myself into another spasming orgasm. When his own turn came, he turned me over and came beside me and unloaded his copious load of semen over my face and hair. I cleaned him up once again, and then went into the bathroom to wash his cum off from my hair.

He stayed in bed with me. We made conversation for a while and then he dozed off beside me. I too was feeling sleepy when I heard my cell phone ringing and saw that it was Mom calling.

"Hi Mom," I answered.

"Hi there, Jessie. Is Shawn still around?"

I looked back at Shawn, saw that his eyes were still dead to the world, before replying. "Yeah, he's here with me, though he's asleep."

"Tell me how good was he?"

I smiled, surprised by my Mom's words. "He was ... alright. He sure checked me out good."

"How big is his cock?"

"Mom!" I said with shock. "He's big enough. He made me cum a couple of times."

"That's good to know," she giggled into my ear. "Anyway, I just wanted to remind you that we've got a party to attend around seven. I'll be home long before then so find yourself something nice to wear."

I told her I would. We made some idle chatter before she hung up on me.

Shawn didn't wake up till almost an hour had passed. By that time I'd looked into my closet for what to wear to whatever party Morris had in mind for Mom and I. I did have some revealing outfits but they were stuff I'd only worn at a friend's place and never at home where Mom and Dad might sneak in to find me and think of me as some slut. Well we were long past that already. Mom and I by now were nothing but Morris' sluts until whenever he saw it fit to let us off. And even if eventually he opted to do that, would Mom and I decide to accept it? I had a friend Abby back in my early years of college then who'd dated our football quarterback. Once I couldn't help but ask her what it felt like, getting fucked by a black cock. I thought I'd been too straight-forward with my question and nearly would have taken it back, but that was before she laughed and then said: "Girl, it's out of this world!"

Abby hadn't been lying then when she'd made that statement known to me, and now that I come to think of it, I too was lending testament to her words.

Shawn woke up soon and was a little surprised to see me there lying in bed beside him and he glanced about the room, like he'd figured we'd spent our marathon fucking at some motel or maybe even his pad.

"You don't recognise my room anymore," I asked him.

"Nah, it ain't that. I just like the colours that's all. They match your eyes."

"Thanks. Are you going to be at the party tonight?"

"Dunno yet." He rose from the bed and stretched himself, yawning while he did. "Got some other stuff to take care of before I'll know. But even if I miss it, I know the boys 're going to tell me about it."

"What do thing it's going to be like -- the party, I mean?"

"Not for me to tell you; I'd spoil the surprise if I did. But you're going to be there along with your Mom, so trust me when I say it's going to be fun."

I was itching inside with excitement. "More fun than yesterday?"

"Twice that, Jessie." He came over and kissed me.

We went downstairs back to the kitchen and wore back our clothes. I still held unto his hand as I walked him to the door. He gave me a final kiss and without saying another word stepped back out into the early afternoon sunlight. I leaned there by the doorway watching his walk away. A part of me wanted to call him back, wanted him to come and give me another round of fucking. It was amazing how slutty it made me feel. I'd just been fucked by a man whom I knew next to nothing about. For other people that's called a 'Blind Date', whereas in my situation I couldn't think of a name for it. It certainly wasn't love. Infatuation?

Maybe.