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<This is my first submission to ASSM. Be gentle with me.>



Disclaimer: Don't read this if you're not supposed to. If you are 
allowed to read it, feel free
to do whatever the hell you like with the story.

MS BLAKE AND THE STRANGER by Jon York

Comments to jyork101@hotmail.com

John rode up to the ranch, pausing only once to look across the plain 
behind
him, where the sun made it's way towards the horizon. It was a little 
after six in the
evening, and it had taken him three days of almost solid riding to 
arrive here, after a
brief respite in the town saloon. Just long enough to confirm some 
worrying rumours
about his mother that had come to his attention. No one had recognised 
him as Nadine
Blake's son, and with his thick beard and worn face it would be 
even-odds that his own
mother would identify him.
He slowed his horse to a canter, then to a stop, just short of the rail 
out front
of the farmhouse. He dismounted, and tied the reigns to the rail. He 
glanced at the
porch, to see his mother staring down at him. Her face disappeared as 
she unlocked the
door.
"Hey, stranger" She drawled in her thick, husky voice. "What're you 
doin' in
these parts?" She was not an unnattractive woman, even though she was 
quite
obviously the wrong side of fifty. A little too many wrinkles around her 
sharp blue
eyes, a little too much sag about her generously laden bosom. She was 
dressed to go
out, wearing a long, pastel coloured dress, with long blonde hair 
straggling over her
shoulders. She wore black high heeled boots, buttons running up from the 
front,
disappearing far into the explosion of petticoats above her ankles. She 
posed in the
doorway, her pert backside curving away from her body, her breasts 
pushed outwards.
She obviously thought this stranger had heard the stories and was 
searching for
lodging and maybe a little extra. Or perhaps one of her many previous 
conquests, eager
to catch her before she left, and stake his claim tonight before any of 
the others.
He walked up the steps, watching her closely. He felt a twindge in his 
crotch,
and momentarily regretted his decision to forego a session with the 
saloon's resident
whores. He didn't want it over too quickly for his mother, but then 
again he didn't want
to lose his chance to perform. His gaze didn't waver, and he had chance 
to gauge how
little she had changed in five years. He pulled off his hat, and let his 
dark locks hang
down.
"My God- Johnny?" Her positiom changed immediately. She straightened up,
her mouth agape in shock. "Is that you?"
"Yeah, Momma. I'm back."

#

The first time with Amos had been in the winter. The town was almost 
devoid
of visitors, and Nadine had been without any kind of sustenance for her 
desires for
almost a month. Stewart, his younger brother, was out, making a final 
check of the
fences before returning for the night. It was late evening, and there 
was already a bite
in the air. Amos had finished stacking the hay, and was about to unhook 
the gas lamp
when he heared the door slide open behind him.
"Ms. Blake?" He asked "What you doin' out here? You're gonna catch your
death..."
"Just getting some air, Amos, that's all." Amos hesitated as he noticed 
she was
wearing her best evening wear.
"You not hoping t'be going out tonight, are you, Ms Blake?" Ms Blake 
just
smiled.
"My, it is cold out here" She said. Amos immediately took off his coat 
and
went to put it around her. She stayed his hand at the last moment, and 
reached one
gloved hand out to his crotch. "I can thnk of a better way to keep warm, 
dear." 
Amos froze. He was suddenly afraid. He'd known it was only a matter of 
time.
Nadine Blake was notorious, and he knew she wouldn't mind stooping as 
low as to rut
with a coloured. She put some gentle, oh so pleasurable pressure onto 
his hardening
staff, and guided him to a sitting position on the hay. She kneeled in 
front of him,
easing open his trousers. Grasping his meat, she pulled it out, grinning 
a cheshire cat
grin.
"So the rumours about you people are true." She stroked his erect penis 
with
her hand, the velvet material sending shudders through Amos. She 
squeezed gently on
his swollen testicles, before holding his manhood tight, her hand only 
just wrapping
around his girth, and stroking upward, inch after delicious inch, his 
huge cock well in
excess of eight inches. She continued for a short while, until her slow 
friction had
compensated for the low temperature. As it stood stiff, harder than Amos 
could ever
have imagined, Ms Blake placed her thumb and forefinger around the rim 
of his cock
head. Grasping the shaft with her other fingers, she jabbed up in short 
bursts, exiting
his sensitive hood, while jerking the loose skin on his shaft up and 
down.
Amos could feel his whole body bucking, as he let out a moan. Ms Blake
spotted her cue. She dropped her hand to the base of his cock, holding 
it tight and
straight. Her other grasped his thick ballsack, as her mouth descended 
to his hood. She
let her tongue drift onto his big, black head, as it swirled around, 
licking at the rim, and
at the this brown seam that ran up from his testicle bag. She tasted his 
salty precum as
she engulfed his cock in her small, hot mouth.
He moaned even loader, as he felt her mouth suck at his manhood. He felt 
her
wet saliva cool quickly in the evening air as Ms Blake jerked her face 
up and down,
bobbing on his cock. He felt his juice begin to flow from his testicles. 
Ms Blake felt his
time arrive, and prepared herself. She did not intend her newest stud to 
be a one-come
wonder. And she new the fastest way to rekindle his ardour was for him 
to see his slut
smear his seed over herself.
The first jet caught Ms Blake in the back of her throat. Her mouth let 
go of his
staff, and she angled his penis towards her face, feeling the second and 
third spurts
upwards accross her cheek and onto her forehead. The fourth was less 
powerful, and
she milked his dick for his last remnants, staining her gloves as she 
rubbed it into the
crack of her heaving bosom, leading off down past her low- cut dress. 
She looked up
to see Amos lie back, panting, slick with sweat despite the cold night 
air.

#

Nadine Blake busied herself in her kitchen, gazing outward for the two 
black
farmhands, knowing full well they weren't to return untill morning, 
under her own
instruction. She had been expecting a guest- maybe one, maybe more- but 
certainly not
this one. He sat patiently at the table, slowly eating through the 
meagre supper she had
prepared. She looked over her shoulder as he raised his long, cruel 
knife, shaving off
slivers of cheese from the block, before breaking some bread to eat it 
on. She mustered
up her courage.
"Why are you here?". He stared back at her. His demeanour was cool as he
spoke, although beneath the surface raged fires of anger and passion.
"To punish you for rutting with those animals." He gestured outwards 
with his
knife, before chewing on a piece of bread.
"What... what animals?"
Suddenly the anger exploded, and he shot up knocking his chair over.
"Thos NIGGERS you BITCH." He screamed. "You been FUCKING those
negro farm hands. Whered you do it, Momma... did you do it in this 
kitchen?"

#

Nadine leaned over the kitchen table, her weight pushed onto her hands, 
as
Stewart breathed hotly onto her neck. His weight was above her, over 
her, and she felt
his hardness pressing into her buttock. One arm propped him up, while 
the other
lovingly caressed one hanging breast. Her corset lay across the table, 
and her dress lay
ripped on the floor, a casualty of raging lust. She still wore her 
boots- if anything, she
needed the heels to lift her short frame high enough for Stewart's tall 
body. She had
just been about to leave, all dressed up and prepared, when both Amos 
and Stewart
convinced her to stay.
Amos sat across the room, watching the whole scene, idly masturbating,
patient for his turn. He watched Nadine's painted face shudder as his 
brother's hand
roamed her body, her pouty red lips panting, quietly whispering his 
name. He watched
his brother squeeze and caress her breast, cupping it and lifting it, 
rubbing at her
nipple.
She felt him rise above her, first rubbing at her hanging bosom, before 
drifting
down, over her thigh, and downwards, into her crotch. She parted her 
legs at the hard
insistence of his hands, brushing her dark pubic hair, and opening her 
moist vagina lips.
She thought he would take her right then, like a dog over her table.
But Stewart had other plans. He kneeled behind her, running his hands 
down
her legs. He pushed his face into the crack of her ass. She could feel 
his soft stubble
press into her, and she smiled, recalling his promise to grow one just 
for this kind of
occassion. She fantasised what a full beard must feel like... She was 
brought out of her
reverie by Stewart, as his tongue licked up from the base of her 
genitals to her anus.
He found a rhythm, teasing her with his wet saliva, as her breathing 
quickened. Amos
too felt himself grow more aroused, as he watched her begin to move, her 
backside
pushing at Stewart's face, humping at him, her long red nails digging 
into the table's
surface.
Stewart slowly swiveled his body around, until he was facing upwards 
towards
her vagina. He lapped eagerly at her labia, stroking his tongue up and 
around her
clitoris. She groaned louder and heavier, her voice arousing Amos to the 
point of
ejaculation. He held it in, as he stood and walked over to her. Her big 
blue eyes
followed his thick pole as he pressed it against her mouth. In between 
pants she licked
it, before sucking it in rhythm to her bodies motion. Beneath her, 
Stewart peeled back
her soaked wet lips, thrusting his fingers into her, and nibbling 
greedily at her clit. Her
orgasmic screams were choked by hard cockmeat and thick white seed.

#

John moved faster than lightening. He grabbed his mother's wrists, and 
pushed
her small frame to the wall. She screamed to no avail.
"Fine momma. You fuck niggers, you get punished. Even if its your son 
who
has to teach you to ride white cock." She struggled, tears streaming 
through her make
up, as John licked her neck. His beard was rough against her, and for a 
split second she
wondered what it would feel like on her cunt. That thought was all she 
needed.
Her mind reacted to the most basic programming of all. It had taken only 
one
thought to open the flood gates. She was a rutting animal. She loved it, 
and desired it
all the time. And above her was another animal, hot and powerful, who 
probably had
deep seated desires for her. She doubted anyone had wanted her more than 
her son
did.
John's anger raged, and so he was momentarily taken aback by his mother
suddenly melting into his arms. He felt her push against his hardness, 
her tongue slide
down his face, searching. And he realised this was all he wanted. This 
slut. This whore.
All to himself. His anger gave way to burning, animal passion.
His hands ploughed into her bodice, popping at the seams, pulling out 
her
bulbous, hanging tits. He held them, and cupped them, rubbing and 
holding, pushing
them and her into the wall. She smiled and panted, her panties soaked 
from sheer
arousal. Her hands scrambled at his belt, and the thick bulge that lay 
there. They kissed
passionately, their tongues entwined in a heady dance, as he lifted he 
by her legs, and
wrapped them about his waist.
His penis jutted suddenly as his mother released it. She felt it press 
into her as
he desperately scrabbled at her knickers beneath the petticoats. His 
mouth was
everywhere, over her face, her neck, over her tits and nipples. His head 
shot up as he
felt her underwear give way. 
They paused there for an instant, mother and son, gazing into each 
others eyes.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her arms over her shoulders, as 
he cupped
her ass and held her against the wall, his penis aimed squarely at her 
vagina. From here
on there was no going back.
It started slowly, in marked contrast to their first wild urges. He 
massaged her
buttocks, before thrusting his staff firmly upwards. First penetration 
was heaven. Her
tunnel welcomed his fat meat, her small frame allowing her cunt to 
remain tight despite
age and constant use. He slid upwards and gasped, as his mothers womb 
welcomed his
cock. She moaned loadly.
"Oh baby. Give it to me baby. Oh my baby!"
He began humping her against the wall, his mother wailing at him. His
wandering finger found her puckered ass hole, and slid in in time with 
his pole. His
mothers wetness increased, slicking his cock, as he explored the cavern 
that HAD been
widened by repeated fucking. He could feel his juice pool in his 
testicles, as his mother
screamed loader, her thrusts moving faster.
"Fuck me baby! Fuck your cock into momma!"
His grunts timed with hers, as Nadine felt the biggest orgasm of her 
life build
up for her son. His sweating animal body, pounding his flesh into her 
delicate, small
body,  made her feel alive.
"BABY!!"
Her final scream exploded with his cock, as they came in unison, bodies
intwined, her sons ramrod straight penis ejecting globs of seed deep 
into the womb of
his slut mother.

THE END. FOR NOW.



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