Catching Mom.... With A Black Man!!! Book #2: Becky

Lady Devreux

Editore: Lady Devreux
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Dave is a divorced music teacher, and when class lets out early one day, he decides to take his mother out to lunch. He sees through the living room window she is already eating some BBC in the middle of the day- and when the Black man catches him watching, Dave is forced to feed his mother some extra meat!


What should I do?
I had a split second to decide.
One of my personality traits has always been that I take my time when it comes to making any decision. Even though this was one of the strangest situations I had ever been in- seeing my mother getting fucked in the living room by some Black man- my mind still worked the way it always had. I hesitated, as I tried to consider options.
Should I leave?
She hasn’t seen me yet, but in a minute or less, she will-
Maybe I am a thinker, maybe too much, but the Black man was a man of action. As I hesitated, he didn’t- he disappeared from the window. Surprisingly, my mother now had her back turned towards me, as if she was asking him what he was doing, and she couldn’t see me. This was my chance-
“Hey man,” the Black man said, the front door opening as he stared at me.
He doesn’t give a damn that he is naked- or that his dick is hard, and anyone can see it-
“Hey man,” the Black man repeated, his tone demanding, “Hey, what the hell are you doing?”
What am I doing?
“I-” I stammered.
What do I say- that I like watching my mother get fucked by your big Black dick?
Or that I was passing by, and that I just happened to see it?
“Come on man,” the Black guy said, his voice more one of authority than that of a threat, “I see you must have been watching… So don’t give me some bullshit, you like seeing this old White bitch suck this Black cock?”
Yes, yes I do-
Where the hell had that thought come from?
I mean, she wasn’t some bitch- she is my mother- and what kind of man likes seeing his own mother get fucked?
“I see,” he said, smirking, as his eyes looked me up and down, “Yeah, boy, I see that you do.”
He was younger than me, and maybe it was just some urban expression, but I knew as he said it, he was the one who was definitely in charge here.
In charge of my mother, in charge of me or whoever else he runs across-
“Fine,” the Black man said, “Get your ass in this house, boy- Now!”
I walked forward, past the naked Black man, and into the all too familiar hallway of my parent’s home, and stared at the photo of our entire family. Taken last year when my sister visited with her husband and kids, my parents were in the center of the group of us, my father with his usual blank expression, my mother with her usual smile.
Is that smile all a lie?
“Who is at the door, Leonard?” my mother said, her voice as familiar yet proper as always.
She does like to call everyone by their full name.
“It’s your lucky day,” Leonard said, still summing me up with his eyes, “Bend over the couch, Becky, and close your eyes and that mouth of yours!”
I didn’t hear another word, or another question from my mother, a woman who always wanted to discuss everything. Even my father could have never commanded her to do anything, let alone tell her in such a rude fashion to shut up!
“Now,” the Black man said, quietly, “I don’t give a damn who you are, or what you want- but I want you to go in that room, and fuck that woman, got it, boy?”