I daresay, it's a sad, head-nodding shame that there are very few black incest stories posted on here. Now I don't mean to be racist or anything, but this site does need more black incest stories, and lucky for those who agree with me, that's mostly what I write. As for the story, this is actually a continuation of my Black BBW Mom story, taking place sometime after it. So if you haven't read that story first, I recommend doing so now. It might make things a little easier to understand here.
Another thing, if you send me an e-mail telling me you like my story and don't get a response right away, it's not because I'm ungrateful. I appriciate all the feedback but most of the time, it's because I'm busy. With that being said, I give a big "thank you" shout-out to all who like this and my previous stories and all my haters can get the third finger.
And please people. I do welcome negative feedback and don't get me wrong, I take negative feedback very well, but the comments left on my last story (Black BBW Mom) were just plain rude and ignorant. I very well understand that my stories aren't the best, but just consider all the time i take out to write what I write. And if you are going to leave tasteless comments like that, at least have the balls to log in or leave an e-mail address so I can respond. Bottom line: If you have something negative to say, there's is still a nice way to go about saying it. If you're trying to discourage me from writing, you're failing... BIG TIME!
Writing is my number one hobby, and it's basically my 90% of my entire life. There's not a chance in hell I will give that up all thanks to haters. To all the non-haters, enjoy!
It was a grizzly, pitch dark, December, Saturday night, a bit past 7 pm. The special day of December 25th was quickly approaching. The mother and son, Loretta Darby, and Maxwell Darby agreed to see a movie tonight, and so they got dressed and ready. In the living room of their home was a tall Christmas Tree adorned with many large ornaments and bright lights with a crafted angle up top.
Loretta had the body any man would die for. Thick frame, large boobs, large belly, thick round pussy, large booty, and large thighs. What else could a man want?
Loretta came downstairs, dressed in a tight black shirt, so taunt against her thick busty body, and with a drawing of cat's head stretched across her large breasts. Her tight black shirt was thin enough for anyone to make out the butterfly designs of her favorite white cotton bra, as well as the bulging brown breast meat. She wore a matching pair of pants that were also tight and were made very easy to see the pink and white striped panties visible through her pants.
Maxwell stared at her. He was never so in love with anyone ever. She greeted him with a flirtatious smile, then, Loretta went back upstairs to her room and she lightly swung the door until it met the arch, not closing it all the way.
Loretta took her lotion and squirted some onto her hand. With the other hand, she pulled up her shirt to unleash that chubby stomach of hers and she rubbed that fat belly, gracefully applying the lotion to her stretch-mark-scarred tummy.
Loretta rubbed her chubby, flabby belly in round circles, over the dark diamond hole for a navel.
Maxwell sneakily walked over to the door to spy on his mom though the thin opening, because a woman with a big fat belly would fascinate him. Loretta finished and she took a glance out the window to see the pitch darkness. She walked over to the window.
Loretta leaned over window seal, looking out at the darkness of night, and with that broad killer bottom poking right out for Maxwell's pleasure. She had the booty any man would kill for, one that was shaped like a huge, poke-out oblong oval. What was doing him in even more was seeing the huge V beneath her pants. Huge rump, cellulite, see-through clothes, cute panties? This couldn't get much better than this for him. To his fascination, Maxwell fantasized about inserting his swollen cock in between her impressive cheeks.
