Serendipity - Chapter 1 "Mom? Is that you?" (M/F, f, ir, breed, slut) When I was 12, Mom and I moved out of our two-bedroom apartment into an old Victorian home near the university campus. It was a big place, and we rattled around in it like a couple of old peas in a tin can. Mom worked at the U doing something that required a lot of travel, and as such, she left me home a lot. When I was 13, she decided that I didn't need a sitter anymore, but that changed a few months later after the house next door was purchased by a new fraternity. Mom was no overt racist, but the fact that our new neighbors were 30 young black men did throw her sensibilities for a loop. After a few of the brothers politely volunteered to help Mom out one afternoon while she was repainting a window, though, she relaxed. In fact, we got pretty friendly with them, and pretty soon, the sitter was out of a job again. Mom and I were regularly introduced as "Ling and Tina, those nice Chinese girls I told you about" to the new pledges (Ling being my mother). Like ours, the Lambda house was an old one that required a bit of maintenance. It became pretty common for Mom to hire a couple of the brothers to do the yard and other house things. Every Chinese New Year's, she'd take over a couple of bushels of egg rolls and fried wontons, and once or twice, when their cable service was on the fritz, she played host to a basketball party during the playoffs. Like all girls, as I grew into my teen years, I began to notice the male sex more as time wore on. Although our neighborhood and my school was predominantly white (with little yellow sprinkles like myself here and there), I saw a LOT of black guys, just from living next door to the Lambda house. During the warmer seasons, there was always a pickup game of some sort - usually basketball or football - in the back yard, which my bedroom window overlooked. As a result, I always saw at least two or three built young black men running around without shirts on. Likewise, there was a steady stream of women coming in and out of the house. Of course there were a lot of black girls, but I also saw quite a few white girls and the occasional Hispanic and Asian. It struck me as odd that there were such things as mixed-race couples, but as I got older, the idea lost its strangeness and just became an item of curiosity. I did notice that on occasion, a white girl or two would enter the house and the music would get turned up really loud. What that meant, though, I had no idea...at the time. That all changed the summer I turned 15. I came home from summer school that Friday in a funk. Mom and I had had a fight in the morning over the shirt I wanted to wear to class. It was a cute little t-shirt that showed my belly button, which Mom thought was totally inappropriate for school. Really, what was the big deal? The house was empty, as Mom had left for one of her business trips. She wouldn't be home until Monday morning, so I had the place to myself. That meant that I could do what I wanted, and the first thing I did was to throw off my outfit (button-down blouse Mom had bullied me into wearing and jeans) and put on something more comfortable - namely, my belly shirt and some little running shorts. It was a hot July day, and the last thing I wanted was to be encased in some sticky clothes. I was still pretty mad at Mom and had spent the entire day plotting my revenge. I couldn't do anything too obvious - I was mad, but not stupid - but I could get away with some small sins. I figured I'd start with wearing some of the things that she kept for special occasions, like her really expensive perfume. First, though, I wanted to log into my email and see what was going on that weekend. I fired up the computer and then went into her closet. I looked around for the perfume, but it wasn't in her "special" drawer where she usually kept it. However, there was a little key I hadn't noticed before. I wondered what it belonged to, and thought it might match a briefcase she kept in the back of her closet. Normally, the curiosity would have ended there - I really was a good girl - but considering my annoyance at her, I felt that a little poking was called for. I dug the case out of the closet and opened it up. I don't know what I was expecting - maybe some mad money? - but it certainly wasn't what I found. Mom had a stack of DVDs and VHS tapes that were marked with mysterious labels that gave nothing away about their content. I picked one at random and stuck into the DVD player in her bedroom. The standard FBI warning came up, so I went back to the computer, which was downstairs in the living room, and - still feeling mischievous - logged on using her account (which I'd figured out years ago). I checked my email and downloaded my homework assignment, then went back upstairs. Wow! Wasn't expecting this! On the TV, a middle-aged white woman was getting fucked and fucked HARD by a young black stud! She was screaming and moaning about how she loved his "big black cock" and how she was his "married white slut!" The cock on the black bull - who was young and built like some of the guys next door - looked impossibly huge going into the woman, who "belonged to" the stud, apparently. I watched, stunned for a minute, before popping into a different DVD. This one was an interracial gangbang, in which two white women, who looked all of 18, were taking on about a dozen black men, all of whom had members which looked larger than my forearm. Was this what my mother into? I popped another one in and received the biggest surprise of all. The DVD had been marked with a date and nothing more, and there was no FBI warning. The video started immediately, it turned out to be my mother in this very room, with nothing on at all! The camera was focused on her lying back in the bed with her legs spread wide open. The date in the corner showed that the vid had been shot while I had been away for school trip earlier that year. She was clearly embarrassed but smiling the way she did when was obviously enjoying her. I had always thought my mother was pretty, but now I was confronted with the fact that she had a very nice body, one that I would have liked to have myself. A disembodied voice said, "You ready for this, Ling?" It was deep and masculine and had an air of authority and ownership that sent shivers down my spine. My mother, who had started playing with her pussy (which was shaved clean, I noticed), nodded in the affirmative. A muscular young black man came out from behind the camera. His cock, I noted with wide eyes, was indeed big and black. He climbed onto the bed, and my mother - who was an aggressive, bossy professional woman - got on all fours before him. "Worship," said this masterful black man, and my independent and arrogant mother said in her accented English, "Thank you for letting me serve you, sir" before kissing the head of the massive erection in front of her. "May I suck your cock and make it wet before you fill my little sluts holes, sir?" "Fuck yes, bitch," he said, and my mother attacked his cock with an enthusiasm I'd never seen in her. I sat on her bed and watched as she sucked and jacked the enormous black dick for a few minutes, all the while whining and moaning and thanking him and wagging her ass like a bitch in heat. This was a day of firsts for me, and the sensory overload nearly overwhelmed me. My mother had sex? My mother was hot? My mother fucked black guys? This is what sex looked like? Before long, my mother's black stud pulled out of mouth. He turned her around, and with one fluid motion, he shoved half of that black fuck stick my mother's waiting cunt! She screamed and arched her back, in pleasure or in pain, I couldn't tell. Her lover chucked and grabbed her hips firmly. With a second savage thrust, he pushed himself all the way inside her. I couldn't believe that it fit, and judging from the sounds that were coming out of Mom, neither could she. "Oh God," she sobbed, "oh God, you fill me up, you fill me up so good, so GOOD..." Her moans became incoherent as this muscular black man - who looked vaguely familiar - began to fuck her with long, fast savage strokes. For more than an hour, I watched as this huge black brute ravaged my prim and proper mother, turning her into a babbling mess of sweat, pussyjuice, and (what I assumed to be) orgasms. The filth that came from her mouth was incredible, as she implored him to "own my cunt" and "make me your whore" and "fuck me with your huge nigger dick." For his part, her lover pounded her pussy in one, two, or a hundred different positions, his ebony muscles gleaming with sweat. I could see the pool of pussy juice growing underneath the pair as my mother came and came and came again. It seemed like her orgasms would never end. But all things do, and as her lover's grunts became louder and his thrusts more powerful, she clutched his bulging biceps (she was on her back and her legs were pushed back over his shoulders) and begged him to "breed me, breed me like a little slut, give me your hot cum, cum inside my slut pussy!" He roared, and as I watched, he pushed himself as deeply as he could inside my tiny little mother. She screamed in pleasure, and the quality of the video was just good enough that I could see a thick white liquid force itself out of her packed pussy. They rested for a minute, and then he pulled out of her. A gush of semen accompanied the unpacking of my mother's little pussy, and she lay there gasping as he moved towards the camera, explaining that he was going to put in a new disc and then "fuck your little Asian ass." The DVD ended, and I realized that I flushed and sweating. My body tingled with a newfound energy, and my clothes, which had been so comfortable, felt tight and unpleasant. I wondered how long my mother had had this secret life concealed from me. My mouth was dry since I had been panting unawares, and I went to the bathroom to get a drink of water. As I drank, I noticed my mom's razor and cream, and thought back to her shaved pussy. Not fully acknowledging the thoughts, I wondered if I could get fucked like that if I shaved MY pussy completely. I had been shaving my bikini area for a year now for the pool, but shaving it all was new to me. I decided to give it a try. I stripped down and looked in the mirror. I was pretty, I knew, and looked like an immature version of my mother. My breasts were still forming - a nice perky handful, and my hips were swelling. I had long, lean legs that were nice and tanned from the sunbathing I normally did after school. I sat down in my mother's bathroom with her little makeup mirror and her razor and cream. Proceeding carefully, I removed every hair from my pussy and smoothed it over with lotion. The slick feel of my lotioned fingers on my smoothly shaven puss made me tingle, and I played with my pussy and clit the way I'd just seen my mother do it. As I continued, juices ran out of my virgin cunt and made things even more slippery. I thought about the young, muscular black man pounding my mother into glorious submission and those thoughts made my young pussy even wetter. The pressure in my belly built and built as I thought about that big black stick forcing its way into my mother's pussy, and three things happened all at once: I imagined that hot cock inside my pussy, I realized that I knew the man who had fucked my mother, and I had the first orgasm of my life. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me and I knew that the man who had given my mother the pleasure I was feeling now was, in fact, the president of the Lambda house. His name was Darrell, and he was 21, and he had fucked my mother as I now wanted him to fuck me. ------------------ Hope you enjoyed my story! If you like what you've read, please email me at hotkimmiecutie@yahoo.com!