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But Mom!
An Erotic Story

      I watched Big Mike approach my 12 year old little girl.  His
8-inch prick
was drooling pre-cum at the very thought of sinking into such a
luscious little
White "piece."

      "But Mom!" exclaimed Lisa, when she saw just who was approaching
her,
"he's a NIGGER!"  She still didn't disobey me by closing her legs, but
I was
annoyed anyway.

      "Lisa Marie!" I scolded, "Now that's not very nice!  Mister
Jenkins is a
very nice man, who just happens to be Black.  Now I want you to
apologize to
Mike for what you just called him."  I motioned the big naked Black
man, who
had paused at the unexpected outburst with a disappointed look on his
face, to
move closer to my daughter, until the tip of his bloated penis was
dribbling
gooey pre-cum into the folds of the cute little girl's widely spread
pussy
lips.

      "I'm sorry I called you a Nigger, Mister Jenkins," said Lisa,
still
staring with some fright at the enormous member poised at the puffy
entrance to
her tiny little crack.

      "Properly!" I scolded her.  "You know how."

      "Yes Momma," sighed the sexy little 12-year-old; spreading her
legs even
farther apart; while lifting her hips so that the swollen Black head
of the
man's bare penis slipped inside her nubile young body with an obscene
slurp.

      "All the way," I insisted, "You want to take Mister Jenkins all
the way
up inside you and squeeze him real tight, so your vagina makes his
prick feel
especially nice, after calling him a nasty name like that!"

      "But Mom," objected Lisa, obediently squirming lower, so that
inch after
inch of thick Black cock slid slowly into her obscenely stretched
little slit,
"what if he 'cums' inside me?"

      "That's the whole idea,"  I chided her, as the strain on Mike's
face
showed that he was fighting to keep from doing just that.  Either he
had never
been in a girl as young and tight as Lisa before, or the thought of
squirting
his sperm in this cute little White chick was extremely exciting to
him.
Possibly both. "You're SUPPOSED to make a man cum in you, if you're
trying to
be nice to him," I reminded my daughter.  By now, the thick Black
cylinder had
vanished completely into my daughter's squirming body, and I knew it
wouldn't
be long before it would be squirting jet after thick White jet of the
Negro's
baby-making cum right up inside my little girl's unprotected young
womb.  It
seems that Lisa was aware of this too.

      "But Mom!" she objected again, "I might get pregnant!"

      "Oh, I suppose you're right," I said, to Mike's obvious
disappointment.
"Well, I'm sure Mike is a nice guy, and would pull out before he does,
if you
ask him nicely."  This looked to be actually true; but I wondered if
the big
guy was actually capable of pulling more than half an inch of thick
Black prick
out of the little girl's tight little cunny, without squirting my
daughter's
vagina half-full of baby-juice anyway.

      "But Mom!" (I was getting tired of the "But Mom" stuff.) "What
NOW?" I
asked impatiently.

      "Momma!  He's probably leaking his sperm inside me right now!"
Even
while objecting, I could see that my daughter was doing her job
correctly;
sliding back and forth an inch or two at a time, while milking the
thick Black
prick filling her vagina with her internal muscles.  Lisa knew better
than to
stop fucking, once a man had his prick buried up inside her tight
little crack.

      By now, the little girl had almost vanished under the big man.
Only two
bare legs wrapped around him, and two White arms pulling the bunching
Black ass
into her body, showed in stark contrast to Mike's coal-Black skin; as
he almost
completely covered the little girl; thrusting mightily into the
child's
wide-spread crotch.

      I thought about it.  "You're probably right," I said.  Big Mike
looked
VERY disappointed, until I continued, "So there's not much point in
having him
pulling out, is there?"  I motioned to Mike to continue fucking the
little
girl.  Obediently the big Black man slid his thick prick out about two
inches
then pushed it back in, until my daughter's cunny-lips were spread
obscenely
around the base, and I knew he was leaking pre-cum and sperm into the
barely
pubescent little girl's sucking young womb.

      "But Mom!  I could have a B-B-Black B-B-B-baby!"  Lisa was
almost sobbing
now.

      That was an understatement.  Mike was one of the biggest, and
positively
the BLACKEST man I ever saw.  If any offspring resulted from this
coupling,
then Lisa's schoolmates would certainly have no doubts about the race
of the
man the little sixth-grader had been fucking nine months earlier.  I
mused
about the nice contrast a Black baby would make against Lisa's creamy
White
skin, when she nursed the baby in class.

      "Well, we can't be sure of that," I said, as I watched Big
Mike's
thrusting into the little girl become almost violent. Lisa Marie was
doing it
right, even through her objections; working just as hard to make it
feel good
for her Black lover as he was, by squirming around and thrusting her
hips at
him, while her tight little baby-hole milked and squeezed on the fat
Black
prick throbbing in her creamy smooth belly.  I was really quite proud
of my
little girl.  "Still, your period is a little over two weeks away," I
said, as
I watched Mike suddenly stiffen, and jam his thick prick to the root
in my
daughter's 12 year old belly, "and I'm sure that Mike would be willing
to come
back tomorrow and the next few days, so that we can be sure you do.
Wouldn't
you Mike?"

      Mike was too busy spasming the pre-teen's hungry little womb
full of his
thick greasy cum, to answer for a moment.  Only when the huge Black
man had
left every drop of his potent baby-making sperm as far up inside my
daughter's
tight little slit as he could, did he catch his breath enough to
answer.  "Yes,
Miz Adams," he panted, "I wouldn't mind doing that at all."

      "But Mom." Lisa Marie's objection was weaker now.  After all,
the damage
had probably already been done.  Even as she spoke, the man's seed was
oozing
into the nubile young girl's belly; and millions of his vigorous Black
sperm
were seeking refuge in the 12 year old little girl's fertile young
womb.  I
almost climaxed myself, at the very thought.

      "Yes," I thought, "a Black baby would make a nice contrast with
my
daughter's pale White skin."  I couldn't wait to see the little girl
climbing
on the school-bus, with her cute little tummy all swollen and
distorted from
her Black lover's baby kicking and squirming inside her womb.  I
reminded
myself to pick out some short little dresses for Lisa to wear, along
with some
stretchy T-shirts that carried signs like, "under construction," and,
"baby
on-board," to emphasize the child's pregnancy, once the youngster
started
getting big enough to show.

      Thinking of my little girl as an unwed-mother with a BLACK baby,
was such
a turn-on.  "Boy, THIS ought to get the goat of those sanctimonious,
racist
bastards," I thought, with a giggle. I had yet another chuckle, when I
remembered the way my mother and I had scandalized the neighbors with
the
T-shirt she had ME wear, when I was pregnant with Lisa.  Heh, heh,
heh.
"Daddy's Baby," indeed!  Of course, nobody had really BELIEVED that;
but with
Lisa Marie, there would be absolutely NO doubt what race the father of
HER baby
was.  I wondered if the scandal would make the papers.  God I hoped
so.  Those
bigoted, hypocritical, holier- than-thou assholes needed SOMETHING to
shake
them up!

      I got so pissed the other week, when my neighbor tried to get me
to sign
a petition, trying to stop a colored couple from buying a house down
the
street.  And THIS hypocrite, was the same guy who had rented THREE
"Black on
White" videos two days before, from the store where I work.  Jerks
like that
need their noses rubbed in the "facts of life."

      Well, Lisa Marie with a Black baby, ought to help do it.  My
daughter and
I had already agreed that she was going to FLAUNT her pregnancy too,
just like
I had at her age.  I shivered with glee, as I thought about how many
tongues
would wag when my little girl's baby turned out to be Black.  An
unwed, barely
pubescent little White girl with a big belly, and then having a Black
baby on
top of it.  Boy, this was going to be fun!  No WAY would the gossips
in town be
able to let THIS go by.  And of course, I would scandalize them even
MORE, when
I didn't ask or even seem to CARE who the father was.  Heh, heh, heh.
With my
daughter's help, I could REALLY pull the noses of the "blue bloods"
around
here, who place so much emphasis on "proper breeding".

      Thinking of which:  While I had been daydreaming, Big Mike had
almost
finished "breeding" my little girl.  His frantic thrusts had finally
slowed,
and for a minute he just rested there, with his thick Black prick
still buried
to the root in Lisa's widely stretched little cunny; leaking the last
sticky
drops of his potent baby-making cum into the pre-adolescent child's
barely
mature uterus; his coal-Black body making a pleasing study in light
and dark
next to Lisa's creamy White skin.

      "What a lovely couple," I thought.  It's too bad that Mike
couldn't stick
around long enough to father several children on the little girl, and
maybe
even marry her.  On the other hand, if she was married, even to a
Black man,
then it wouldn't be quite so obscene, would it?  Besides, I didn't
REALLY want
my daughter to have two babies by the same father, did I?  It would be
a shame
to limit the little girl to having only one man sire her children; or
even one
race, for that matter.

      I thought about it some more... A Black baby, then a White one,
then
maybe a Yellow one with slanted eyes... All out of wedlock, of course.
And all
with no indication that I knew or even cared who the fathers were.
Well...
Maybe one of them.  I wondered how Lisa would look in the old T-shirt
I had
worn when I was pregnant at her age.  Still, with any luck at all,
Lisa could
have four or five kids by as many different fathers before she even
got out of
grade-school.  Of course, what would be REALLY cute, would be if my
daughter
had twins; one Black, and one White.  Then everybody would know she
had been
fucking two different men at the same time.  <sigh>  What a sexy idea.

      I watched as the big man slowly withdrew his White-streaked
prick from my
daughter's belly.  I was elated to see that Lisa's tight little hole
had
stripped yet another thick sticky drop of sperm out of his prick, when
he
pulled out.  "See this," I told my daughter; lifting Mike's still 3/4
hard
penis up, so she could see the big White blob oozing from the tip, in
stark
contrast to the Black knob on the end.  "That's the stuff that makes
babies in
little girls, when they aren't careful."

      I turned to Mike, as I fit the still-drooling tip back up
against my
daughter's hole.  "Now you slip that big nasty thing back up inside my
little
girl's baby-hole where it belongs, so all those cute little tadpoles
will have
their chance to make a baby in her," I prompted him.

      "Yes Miz Adams," he replied; sliding his cum-dripping penis in
to the
hilt, back up inside my daughter's belly.  Lisa was too surprised to
object;
her mouth hanging open in shock.  I watched with satisfaction, as this
time
Mike left his thick Black prick buried inside my little girl's tight
little
tummy, until it grew too limp to stay inside her any more.  A big
gooey mess
formed in my daughter's crotch, when he finally pulled out.

      "Now you just lie here, and let his sperm soak into your womb,"
I
instructed Lisa; shifting a pillow underneath her cute little butt,
while Big
Mike got dressed.  "I'll have Mister Jenkins come back tomorrow, to
make sure
you caught; OK?"

      "But Mom!"  ("Geesh!  Doesn't the kid have anything ELSE to
say?" I
wondered.)  "Does that mean I can keep on fucking him, until I do?"
asked Lisa.

      "Well of COURSE dear," I answered.  "Why?  Do you think I would
interfere
with your sex-life, or something?"

      Lisa giggled at the very idea, and after a bit, so did I.

      Big Mike was halfway out the door, but we still heard his coarse
guffaw,
when he finally caught on.  Mike is a REALLY nice guy.

The End

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