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Chloe and 4
By
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahooo.com
Besides being a take-off from the great
"Letters to Mother" by LKWRITER@HOTMAIL.COM, the
following letters from a different to a
different also draws on the inspiration of CDE.
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry I haven't written you for a while, but I've
been busy. <giggle> really so much has happened, I
hardly know how to begin. Of course I do know how:
with the night I told the I was going to have a
baby.
The night of the morning I found that sexy blue "X,"
Darrell came over as usual. He had nooo idea that he
had done it, had put his black baby in this little
white wife's tummy, but he must have noticed
something was different. I met him in my shortest,
blackest, tightest mini with my slinkiest see-through
blouse and a pair of strap sandals that brought the
top of my head right up to his chin. Obviously Sidney
and I had not finished with dinner, as the table was
set and delightful smells were coming from the
kitchen where Sidney was preparing the food.
Gosh, that's right, Mom! I had forgotten to tell you
about Sidney; he just continues to amaze me. No
has ever had such a sweet, wonderful husband. Not
only can he clean excess out of my like
nobody's business (and the orgasms just keep getting
better and better), he has turned out to be a great
cook. It seems a lot of the time that Darrell and I
have been fucking before I knew he had knocked me up,
Martin was taking Sidney aside to explain that now
that I was going to be a mother, he would start
having to take better care of me. Sidney has always
like doing things for me, so it was easy to persuade
him. For the previous weeks he has been doing all the
housework and cooking.
That is a good thing; otherwise the house would have
gone to hell. I just didn't have the time or energy.
Darrell says it is important to keep as much sperm as
possible in my pussy, so in addition to coming <g>
every night to fill me up, he often slips away from
work to give me a nice topping up during the day. And
I've told you, Darrell is not one of those "slam,
bamm, thank-you-ma'am" guys. He always takes the time
to get me really hot first -- not that that is too
hard with us, huh, Mom? <wink> -- by lovingly
fondling and kissing my titties while his fingers in
my making my little clitty feel sooo good.
Then he never fails to go down on me and let me know
just how much he loves my pussy. And it's not just
that he's grateful for the chance to put his big
black cock in there to make a baby in my flat white
belly; he really enjoys tonguing my labia and
my love bud until I gush all over his mouth. He says
I taste sweet. <sigh> Then, too, he says making a
woman to hard before and while putting sperm in
her helps the little wigglers find an egg to
impregnate. I don't know if that's true, but I sure
did enjoy the way he puts that theory in practice.
And he takes his time when he fucks me, too,
especially after the first shot. I can forgive that;
getting his cock back in my hot little after
several hours' absence excites him so much, he looses
it after only a few strokes. The relief allows him to
get down to the serious fucking. He can hammer away
at me for a good half hour while I go through I don't
know how many orgasms before he blasts a second load
of into me. The third time is even better! After
a few fucks like that, Mom, and I'm really out of it.
When he finishes with me, he tells me to stay in bed
with little butt propped up with a pillow so more of
the sperm will stay inside "where it will do the most
good." I often fall asleep like that, fucked full of
Darrell's and dreaming about having his baby in
me.
Getting filled full of baby juice like that a couple
of times a day is fun, but it doesn't leave much time
to sweep, and mop, and wash dishes, and do laundry,
and all those things that Sidney has been so
wonderful about. When he comes to bed at night it's
often after midnight and my sweet hubby is just
exhausted. He smiles at me wistfully, seeing
Darrell's leaking from around the tampon I use to
plug myself, and I know he'd like to fuck me, or at
least try. But that wouldn't be right, would it Mom?
I promised Darrell he could knock me up this time and
I can't run the risk, however small, of having a
white baby!
Still, Sidney is my husband, even if he does have a
pretty ineffective little weenie, and I love him
oodles. So I take him in my arms and let him nurse my
titties, the very titties that will be swelling with
milk for Darrell's baby pretty soon. I don't know if
that's what Sidney is thinking, but it doesn't take
long for my to give him a little
stiffie. I kiss him and tell him how cute I think his
cock-y is and start to rub it for him. He really
likes that, Mom, just like you said. BTW, thanks for
the tips on how to keep your husband reconciled to
seeing you being impregnated by a superior lover. I
can hardly believe you kept Daddy's balls drained for
twenty years with hand jobs, except for that slip-up
with Arthur. You are one sexy mom, Mom.
Anyway, I tell Sidney how much I love him and that I
understand how horny he must get, seeing Darrell
sliding his in and out of me, getting ready
to dump more of his babymaking in his innocent
wife. I realize that he wishes it could be his little
cock-y that gets to go inside my to make a
baby. He's groaning with excitement by then and I
tell him how wonderful he is to let a handsome back
man like Darrell be the one to make my tummy swell.
And then I prove it to him by squeezing and pulling
on his cock-y until he's about to make a mess in my
hand. Then I kiss him again and tell him how tired I
know he is and how I am going to help him go to
sleep. He sort of protests, but not much because he
is so sleepy. I just keep stroking his weenie and
tell him it's OK to just let go, that I love to see
his little cock getting his 'jammies all wet, and
that he can just close his eyes and ...come! He
moans, and spurts a few times and goes limp. It never
fails to put him out like a light. What a guy!
Which brings me back to my story; sorry for rambling
Mom. Well Darrell saw the preparations for dinner and
looked at me quizzically. I told him to call Martin;
we were going to have a special dinner, refusing to
say more.
Martin said he'd be a few minutes, but that was OK
with Darrell and me. Although we didn't have time for
a full heels-to-the-ceiling fuck, I told him he could
do me in the living room. He grinned and pushed my
head down into the seat of that overstuffed armchair.
Then he wiggled my skirt up around my waist and
grunted when he saw my black lace panties. I don't
normally wear panties, but I know how much he likes
taking them off and wanted to give him a special
treat. They were crotchless in case he was in a
really big hurry to get his big black babymaker into
my grateful hole, but he took his time.
Gently he hooked his thumbs into the band and
slid his hand inside my little unmentionables. Oh,
Mom! I know you're just like me; having a man's big
strong hand on my quivering little bottom, his
fingers softly digging into the soft asscheeks is
almost enough to make me come right then. Good as it
felt, I was not disappointed when he finished pulling
them over my hips and slid them down my legs,
caressing me as he went. A little tap on my ankle was
my signal to step put of the undergarment and spread
my feet farther apart. Then his hands were on and in
my pussy. He commented about how wet I was. I don't
know why; I'm always wet whenever I think about
having Darrell's monster in my pussy. Maybe he meant
the big stain my juice was making on the
armchair.
It was too late to think about re-upholstery bills.
Darrell was sliding his cock into me. I guess it's
silly to keep saying that each time he fucks me feels
like the best ever. It's just that when he is in me,
that huge slab of black meat pounding away at your
daughter's hot little cunny, I just can't believe
anything could be any more wonderful. This time was
no different; I was lost in a sea of pleasure,
overwhelmed by the pumped-full feeling of Darrell's
cock ramming me mercilessly as one hand grasped my
titties squeezing them and teasing my nipples while
the other strummed my clit.
Suddenly I heard a noise and opened my eyes. There
was Martin standing in front of me with his own
beautiful cock just inches from my lips. Greedily I
opened my mouth and he slipped it in, making a crack
about us starting without him. He must have really
been hot that day, because in no time he was moaning
that he was about to blow. Suddenly he was holding my
head and thrusting hard into my mouth. My excitement
at getting my mouth filled with from one huge
black cock while at the same time another one was
getting ready to fill my was too much.
My body went into a series of screaming spasms that
might have dislodged the two black dicks that were
making me come, if the hadn't been holding me
tight. Instead my climaxes triggered theirs. As I
felt Martin erupt in my mouth, Darrell exploded in my
pussy. I must have squirted a bucket myself. It was
great, Mom! I was drenched in sweat and my face and
neck were covered in Martin's that was already
running down soaking my blouse and tits, while
Darrell's seed and my own juice were tricking
mingled down my legs. If they gave medals for nasty
little white wives, I'd get the gold.
As you can imagine, our fun required a slight
postponement in dinner as the three of us needed to
get cleaned up. We decided to use the big upstairs
shower. I guess you don't need me to tell you, Mom,
that being in a shower sandwiched between two hunky
black had you horny hotter than a
firecracker again in no time. I'll skip the
description of how I gave Martin another blwojob as
Darrell took me from behind again. About an hour
later we had managed to get dressed (well just in
robes) and stagger down to dinner.
Somehow Sidney had kept everything warm and fresh and
we sat as he served us a roast with potatoes and
onions, fresh asparagus au gratin, salad, hot rolls
and cherry pie. I was so proud of him! Darrell and
Martin and I ate and ate until we couldn't eat any
more. We finished the pie; Darrell had two pieces and
Martin three! I had just one, but then my tummy was
already full from two great blowjobs. A second bottle
of Bordeaux was history when I pushed back from the
table and said I had a little announcement.
It can't have been much of a surprise, but my husband
and lovers indulged my little ceremony. I led us all
to the living room and sat Martin in the chair (yes,
Mom, THE chair. Those stains are NEVER coming out.).
I sat on the sofa between Darrell and Sidney. First I
turned to Sidney and kissed him on the cheek and told
him I had wonderful news; he was going to be a DADDY!
He wasn't too pleased, as I suppose is natural under
the circumstances.
Then I turned to Darrell and kissed him, too. That
turned into quite an event. I got up in his lap and
threw my arms around him, rubbing my excited titties
against his chest. His tongue was down my throat and
his hands were on my ass. I got so excited I almost
forgot and threw my self down on his prick and
screwed him. Almost. Somehow, I had the presence of
mind to pull back from fucking my self silly right
there in my living room in front of my husband and
Martin. Coming up for air, I pulled Darrell's hand
off my bottom and placed it on my belly. And you, I
told him, are going to be a FATHER.
Darrell let out a whoop of joy and was about to carry
me off to the bedroom for a celebratory fuck when I
stopped him. It's not your turn any longer, I giggled
and hopped out of his lap. You would have laughed if
you had seen it, Mom, your horny scooting
across the room from Darrell's lap to Martin's before
either knew what happened. Martin had only
managed to open his mouth to say something when my
tongue was in it, kissing him joyously. It didn't
take him long to figure out what my pregnancy meant
for him. As he started to feel me up, I was babbling
into his neck about how much I had missed having him
fuck me, and how much I thanked him for waiting, and
for all the yummy blowjobs, and how I was going to
make it up to him.
When I had babbled to a halt, I looked up at Sidney
and Darrell. They were looking a little glum; now
they had something new in common, envy for Martin who
they knew was about to take me to upstairs to bed and
screw my little brains out. Darrell looked more
philosophical about it. He could afford to be, of
course, as I was already pregnant with his baby. But
he was a sport. Clamping his arm around Sidney, he
said they could go back to his house that night and
get drunk. The last thing Sidney saw as he looked
back, walking out the door with Darrell, was Martin
on his knees in front of me, holding my legs apart as
he ate me to a shattering come.
Well Martin did take me to bed that night and yes he
did screw me and ... Oh, God! I'm sorry, Mom; I've
got to stop again. Writing you has me so horny I've
soaked another pair of panties. It's like you told
me; having a baby is making me want to DO IT all the
time. Even with Martin AND Darrell fucking me daily
and my dear, dear Sidney eating me as only he can, I
still need more! I can't imagine how bad it will get
when I start to show.
Love,
Chloe
Comments, please, to:
Homer Vargas,
Vargas111@yahoo.com
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