Emma Johnston or Ms Emma, as the young people in the neighborhood called her, stretched her neck to hear what Gloria and Janice were talking about in the driveway next door. Emma had already saturated the ground with water from the hose, but she was dying to hear some fresh gossip.
"Wait a minute," Gloria said interrupting Janice. "Ms Noisy-butt is trying to break her neck to hear what going on over here."
Janice looked beyond the hedge bushes and waved at the older woman. "Hi yah doin' today Ms Emma?" she asked.
"Just fine," Emma called back from the edge of her front yard. "How's that boy of yours? I saw him last night over by the shopping center near that liquor store with some other young boys. He's going to be such a fine young man. I'm praying Rodney get out of jail soon. A young woman like you shouldn't have to raise a boy all by yourself. A young man needs his father."
"Thank you Ms Emma," Gloria interjected before Janice could respond. "Noisy bitch," Gloria said low enough that Emma couldn't hear her. She knew that Ms Emma was prone to make up a good story if she couldn't find one, and the last thing she needed at the moment was more rumors floating around about her. "Have a good day Ms Emma," Gloria said ushering Janice into her house.
"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!" Mr Herbert exclaimed as he stopped on the sidewalk in front of Gloria's house to watch the two women enter. He licked his chapped lips and shook his head as the ladies butt-cheeks rose and fell under their knit shorts.
"Get on way from here! You old goat!" Ms Emma shouted at the friendly old drunk and sprayed water at him.
"Why don't you mind your own business, you old bitty!" Mr Herbert said stumbling against the trash cans to avoid the water from Ms Emma's water hose. He made it to the sidewalk on the other side of the street and gave a jester with his middle finger at Ms Emma.
Gloria and Janice laughed at the two old people from the living room window, but were careful not to let Ms Emma notice that they were snooping.
"Hard to believe that they are married," Janice laughed.
"A man has to be drunk to be married to that old witch," Gloria added leading the way to the kitchen.
"I sent Ronald to the store to get me something to drink," Janice said.
"Honey, don't pay any attention to that old bitch," Gloria said.
"After Rodney's sister called, then his mother called to give me a piece of her mind," Janice said. "That crazy old bitch called at the wrong time, and I gave her both barrels."
Gloria retrieved a bottle of rum from the cupboard and poured them both a drink of the liquor over a couple of cubs of ice.
"This is exactly what I needed after letting that bitch have it," Janice said. "Here I am spending every dime I can get my hands on to try and keep her dumass son from spending the rest of his life in jail, and she has the nerve to tell me what I should have done!" She knocked back half the contents of the glass before sitting it back down on the kitchen table.
Gloria knew that Janice needed to get a lot off her chest and was that type of friend. She refilled Janice's glass and waited as Janice gathered her thoughts.
"I should have let his sorry ass family pay the attorney fees, then they might have some room to talk," Janice continued. "And that stupid motherfucker stood in front of the judge with an attitude. He deserves to be in jail. I don't know what I saw in his sorry ass in the first place."
"Janice, c'mon," Gloria said raising one eyebrow. "You know what you saw in him."
"Well, I'll tell you this," Janice said. "A lot of good its doing me with him on lock down. Besides, he's not the only one who can take care of this."
"Shut your mouth girl!" Gloria laughed.
"Aint no need of me celibate and shit just because his dumass got put on lock down," Janice said finishing her drink. "Hell, I've been getting it pretty good on the side while he's been out, calling himself pimpin'."
Gloria laughed eager to know who the guy was that she has been keeping secret. "My girl," she said. "You aint told me who he is yet. I thought we were best friends."
Janice laughed. "Girl, you'd think I'm completely out of my mind," she said wiggling her glass.
Denise, Gloria's daughter and her daughter's two friends, Kelly and Amber, Janice's daughter burst through the front door in boisterous thunder, laughing and talking loud with their shopping bags.
Gloria and Janice stood interrupted as the young women entered.
"Mom?" Denise began. "You'll never guess what your son have gone and done, now. He done picked up him a white girl and brought her home."
"What?" Gloria exclaimed moving barefoot across the floor to the front window. She looked to her neighbor's house next door and saw Ms Emma's curtains moving. She snatched opened the front door, and spoke with all the politeness that she could muster. "Darren, honey, why don't you and your friend come inside," she said knowing that Ms Emma might already have the rumor mill rolling.
"Mom," Darren began giving his mother a kiss on the cheek "this is Elizabeth. I met her in the mall."
"Com'on," Gloria said hurrying her son and the young white girl inside. "It's nice to meet you Elizabeth. Would you like something to drink?" She shook the ice in the half empty liquor glass.
"Mom?" Darren said with disapproval.
Elizabeth put her hand on Darren's arm and stepped in front of him. "I would love one," she said to Gloria.
Gloria raised her eyebrows and smiled at Darren, who shook his head at his mother's obvious ploy.
"That's a cute skirt," Janice said about the odd multi-earth toned flower patterned gypsy-styled long skirt that Elizabeth wore right at her pelvic bone.
"Thank you," Elizabeth replied honestly. "I bought it last year for earth day."
"What's that, a day where a bunch of white folks run around in the woods naked?" Kelly joked to Denise and Amber's amusement.
Darren was clearly not amused.
"Something like that," Elizabeth said, "but there are a lot of people from different nationalities and from all over the world that come together and celebrate the gift of life given by god."
The giggling stopped.
Elizabeth noticed a print hanging on the wall in a wooden carved frame. "This is nice," she said walking towards the picture on the wall.
"Yeah, that's what white people like to see," Kelly said "black men on a chain gang."
"I guess you're right about that," Elizabeth replied turning to look back over her shoulder at Kelly. "The name of this painting is Chain Gang, it was painted by a black man named William H. Johnson, and white folk among others liked it so much that the original is hanging in the National Museum of American Art at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C. William Johnson came from Florence South Carolina to Harlem New York in the early 1900's and studied at the Academy of Design, and then settled in Paris where he produced most of his works including his Self-Portrait in 1929."
"Whoa!" Amber laughed with the others. "You better step off that white girl. Her butt is bigger than yours too."
Kelly rolled her eyes.
"Where did you learn so much about African-American art?" Gloria asked.
"My stepfather brought home a print of William Johnson's Mahlinda and my mother realized that he had a real thing for black women," Elizabeth said. "He tried to explain to my mother the value of the art, but all my mother saw was a picture of a black woman lying on a sofa."
"I bet she did," Gloria laughed.
"Yeah, well my step-dad has a love for black women that my mother never understood," Elizabeth continued. "He taught me a few things about African-American art that I might never have known, like the other two you have there." Elizabeth pointed at two other prints in frames on the wall. "The Mount Calvary and Lamentation are expressions that show that god is not just for white people. Johnson's folk-style of paintings influenced many other artists both black and white."
When Elizabeth finished everyone in the room turned towards Kelly at once, awaiting her response. After a few seconds of silence, everyone laughed. Kelly rolled her eyes.
"So, what other African American artists do you know about?" Darren asked liking Elizabeth's display of knowledge.
"There is Robert S. Duncanson," Elizabeth said. "Some of his work is displayed in the Cleveland Museum of Art. He did a really nice landscape called The Calm that I have in my bedroom. It has the sun coming through the clouds over a lake next to a valley. It cheers me up when I'm depressed."
"See, white folks have all this time to go to museums and shit, while us black folks have to struggle just to get by," Kelly said.
"Shut up, Kelly," Denise said.
"Kelly, I don't know if you are just looking for a fight, but you should be ashamed of yourself," Elizabeth said.
Again, the room got quiet.
"Black people, including those I've had the privilege to meet have suffered, so that you can have the opportunity to do and to be what ever you want to," Elizabeth said. "I don't know if it's just me or all white people that you hate, but you don't show any appreciation for those brave black men and women that came before any of us were thought of. I, for one, would never stand in your way of achieving whatever you want. Peace?" Elizabeth went over to Kelly and extended her hand.
Everyone stood to see Kelly's reaction. The air stood still and silence as the young white woman and the young black woman faced off. Kelly's breathing was hard and her lips were curled. Elizabeth stood her ground without any sign of fear.
Denise put her hand in the small of Kelly's back and pushed her foreword. Elizabeth quickly took Kelly's hand and then pulled her into a tight hug.
"I think she's too much for you Darren," Amber laughed.
"I hope that she is," he said going over to stand toe to toe with Elizabeth. "When I spotted her, it was her long straight hair, dimples at the small of her back, and the way her butt and hips stuck out so perfectly. But when she turned around and looked me directly in the eyes with that perfect smile, I felt my heart melt. I know this is too much information way too soon, but I wouldn't forgive myself if I let you pass me by without giving it my best shot."
Elizabeth felt herself rocking back and forth as he drew nearer. Her eyes switched from his eyes to his full brown lips. Her heart beat quickened and her breathing stammered. She inhaled and closed her eyes as his lips touched hers gently.
Darren raised his hands to the small of her back and pulled her tight against his young firm body. Elizabeth raised her arms over his shoulders and dropped her hands on his head as she parted her lips to take his tongue in her mouth. Darren's hands slid lower and massaged her flesh into the movement of his body. Elizabeth pressed tighter against him, offering the feeling of her curves. Their bodies moved in united passion.
Gloria felt the heat rise from her loins as she watched her son locked in the passionate embrace. "Okay, okay," she said pulling them apart, "enough of that."
"Woohoo!" Amber exclaimed.
"You go girl!" Denise said.
Elizabeth giggled slightly embarrassed as she wiped her lipstick from Darren's lips. "I didn't expect that," she said.
"I didn't expect to meet you," Darren said holding her close. "I want to keep you in my arms forever."
"Love at first sight," Janice said. "How cute..."
Gloria thought how many girls Darren had dated in the past few years. In all that time, she had never seen him express his feelings so openly and freely. She visualized what the rest of her family and friends might think about her son marrying a white girl. Undoubtedly, her sisters would talk behind her back, and the men would marvel at Elizabeth's good looks. She knew that she would stand behind her son no matter what choices he made. Darren was her first born, and had always done her proud.
2
Reflections
"Oh shit...get up!" Denise exclaimed pushing Julius Austin off her as she heard keys unlocking the front door.
Julius struggled to get his pants up from around his ankles.
Gloria dropped the two bags of groceries on the floor seeing her daughter trying to close her blouse and her neighbor's husband pulling up his pants.
Julius didn't say a word as he rushed out of the small ranch house. Denise stopped trying to fix her clothes and stood in still silence as her mother closed front door and picked up the groceries.
"I know what you're going to say, mom," Denise started, "but..."
"You have no idea what I'm going to say!" Gloria shouted slamming the groceries on the table. "Where in the hell do you want me to start? How about with the fact that he's about my age, or his two little kids, his pregnant wife? Just tell me where Denise!" She got a glass from the cupboard and made herself a drink.
Denise leaned back shocked at the tone her mother took.
"Just what in the hell are you thinking? I know you don't think that he's going to leave his wife for you," Gloria said tasting her drink and tilting her hip where she rested her hand. "He's just going to treat you like the whore you're acting like."
"Whore!" Denise shouted back. "You are calling me a whore?" She laughed loudly. "I can't believe you even have the never to call me a whore...how many people in this neighborhood have you slept with?"
"Who I sleep with is none of your goddamned business," Gloria snapped back.
"But it's okay for you to call me a whore," Denise answered. "Is that right mom? How many married men have you slept with? Oh, and didn't you sleep with Julius?" She smirked. "Are you jealous that he wants me now?"
"Me, jealous of my own daughter?" Gloria laughed. "I'm the one who takes care of your ass. Look at you. Everything you have on, I bought."
Denise looked down at the barely closed blouse. She unbuttoned the two buttons that she had fastened, pulled it from her shoulders and tossed it at her mother as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Take it! I don't need anything from you!" Denise hissed curling her lips, removing her skirt, and tossing it too at her mother. She picked up the keys to her car and headed out the front door in only a purple thong.
"Denise! Get back in here!" Gloria shouted from the front door as her daughter started the car. "Denise!"
Denise pulled her little red Honda out of the driveway and sped down the quiet street.
"Is everything alright, dear?" Ms Emma asked from her front yard.
"God! Do you ever mind your own damn business?" Gloria hissed as she went back in her home.
Denise laid her head against the steering wheel at a stop sign a couple of blocks from her home.
"Hey, are you okay?" a young man said coming up to the passenger side window.
Denise turned her head seeing the young man through her teary eyes.
"Here put this own before you get arrested," the young man said taking off his shirt and tossing it into the car.
"Thanks," Denise said putting the car in park at the stop sign as she pulled the shirt over her head.
"My house is right across the street there," the young man said pointing. "You can pull in the driveway and no one will mess with you there, if you like."
Denise hated taking advantage of nice guys, but they always seemed to be around when she needed something. She nodded her head at him and pulled her car from the intersection into the narrow driveway. She parked the car and tried to get herself together. The young man went inside the house and returned a few minutes later with a pair of basketball shorts.
"Here, these are clean," he said and went back in the house without another word.
Denise was surprised that the young man hadn't tried to sneak a peek at her. Even nice guys took the opportunities that were handed to them, but this guy was calm and seemed genuinely nice. He wasn't stylishly dressed, but his designer sneakers were not dated. He wore a pair of dress pants, and the golf shirt that he gave her matched his pants. Denise figured that maybe he had come home from work and changed his shoes.
Denise sat in the car for twenty minutes before she got herself together and went to the front door of the young man's home. She felt that he posed no danger to her, but didn't want to take advantage of his kindness. "I'm sorry to bother you like this," she said once she got him to come to the door, "but could I use your phone?"
"Sure," the young man said with a polite smile, and then stood aside to allow Denise to enter his home.
Denise blinked as she took in the fine furnishings of the young man's home. Black, black, and blacker from the leather sofa, lacquered tables and picture frames, to marble statues. It was clearly a bachelor's pad. Prints of famous nude black women hung behind glass. Marbles status of black women posed in compromising positions stood on black stone columns. Even the glass in the center of the coffee table was shaped in the form of a nude woman. Denise looked back at the young man and he directed her to the telephone, and then left her alone while he went to the kitchen.
The aroma of garlic seasoned fried chicken quickly filled the air as Denise tried to remember her brother's cellular phone number. She had the number stored in her on cell phone, but she left it in her haste to get away from her mother. Collard green and corn on the cob added to the succulent smell in the small house.
The young man lifted the lids from the pots and fanned the scents in the air to spread it around.
Denise put her hand over her stomach as it began to grumble. She finally gave up trying to remember her brother's number aided by her curiosity to find out what was cooking in the kitchen. "Thank you for letting me use your phone," she said leaning in the doorway to the kitchen. She could tell that he was making more than enough food for a couple of people. "I'll return your clothes back to you."
"Would you like to have dinner with me?" he said. "I think I've made too much, and I hate throwing out good food."
"Well, we couldn't have that, could we?" Denise managed a smile. She began to feel under dressed. "You must think that I some kind of tramp, riding around without any clothes on?"
"Not at all," the young man said. "Shit happens to everybody." He reached out his hand to her. "My name is Don, by the way."
Denise giggled. "I'm sorry," she said. "Here I am in your house, wearing your clothes, and about to eat your food and I haven't even told you my name. It's Denise, Denise Watson." She noticed how soft his hands felt as he held hers gently. "My mother's house is just a couple of blocks away. We sort of got into it."
"You don't have to explain anything to me," Don said. "I don't wish bad things on anyone, but I'm glad you're here to help me eat some of this food."
Denise began to notice more subtle things about Don that she had missed at first glance. The single diamond earring was the size of a real diamond, his gold face watch was a U.S. mint coin, and all the dishes in the cupboard rack matched. He even showed style in the way he poured the wine in the wine glasses. Usually, when a guy offered her wine it was out of the bottle or in a paper cup. His body looked trim, strong, and solid. "So, what do you do to be able to afford all of this?" she asked.
"I'm a pimp," he said with a smile as he sat a plate of food on the table in front of her.
Denise laughed.
"Nancy, come away from that door and leave them alone," Richard said to his wife from the kitchen table.
"She is still our daughter," Nancy complained.
"She's a grown woman and is able to make her own decisions," Richard replied. "Dear, Elizabeth is smart enough to take care of herself. She has done nothing but made us proud."
"It's not her that I'm worried about, it's him," Nancy said. "And don't give me that look. It's not because he's black. Why has she been keeping him a secret? How long as she been seeing him? And why is his cell phone ringing so much? Why don't he just answer it?"
She hasn't been keeping him a secret," Richard said. "Darren is at the top of his class in computer science. He is honest and forthright. When he speaks, I can tell that he is not hiding anything, and she is crazy about him. Now if you want to challenge your daughter, you go right ahead."
Nancy thought about getting into it with her head strong daughter and retreated to the kitchen table.
"The best thing for you to do is to be happy that she is happy," Richard said.
Elizabeth broke her kiss with Darren and closed her blouse when she saw her mother move away from the patio door.
"You're so bad," Darren said sliding his hands into her top and taking hold of her full breasts.
"She worries too much. I was just giving her something to look at," Elizabeth said. She squeezed the crotch of Darren's pants. "You seemed to like it."
"I like everything about you," Darren replied.
"So, are you planning on screwing me until you had enough and then dumping me?" Elizabeth asked.
Darren blinked unsure why she would think he would do that to her, but he realized that they had only known each other a couple of weeks. "If you want all the facts, ma'am," he mused. "Will you marry me?"
"Don't play like that Darren," Elizabeth said getting off his lap and walking towards the pool.
Darren followed her. "Liz, I'm serious," he said. "You want to know what my intensions are. I want to marry you right now." He took hold of her arm and turned her to face him. "What I've had on my mind is we could get married, and after we finished school and got good jobs, we could buy a house, and when we get about thirty-five you can start having kids."
Elizabeth laughed. "Thirty-five huh?" she said.
"Well, there is a lot of traveling I want to do before I am a daddy," Darren said smiling.
"Where will we get the money to get a place and pay for food while we finish school?" she said.
"I'm writing some software programs on the side," he said.
"My tips aren't that bad at the restaurant," she added. "The good this is that we wouldn't have to live off of what we make. I have a trust fund."
"So, is that a yes?" Darren asked.
"Before I answer that," Elizabeth said. "When you came to pick me up at my job, you saw customers hitting on me. Will you be able to handle men flirting and coming on to your wife, because I'm not going to a waitress forever, you know. In the real business world that kind of thing happens to."
"As long as your heart belongs to me, I can handle anything," Darren said.
"So, you'll be okay if you saw some guy grab my butt?" Elizabeth asked.
"I don't know how okay I'll be with that, but I'll trust you," he replied.
"Fare enough," Elizabeth said. "As long as you are honest with me. Even if you screw some other girl, you let me know before I find out some other way. You are going to see girls from time to time that you are going to want to sleep with. I understand that, but no matter who it is I want to be the first to know."
"I guess you're right about that," Darren said folding his arms. "That's true for girls too. Denise and mom know they go after guys they want; I guess it would be true for you as well. I think that it would be good if we are open about sex with other people. I don't want to get married just so that I can get a divorce."
"Neither do I," she replied. "We have no idea what the future will bring, but if we prepare for those types of things, then we can get pass them."
3
Genes
Gloria slammed the telephone down and made herself another drink. What her daughter said to her echoed in her mind. She did what she felt she had to do to get the things that she needed for herself and her two children. Allowing a man to paw her was nothing compared to the smiles on their faces come Christmas morning.
Thoughts of how naive she once was with the father of her children filled her head. He kept her hanging on while he dated other women and pretended to care for her, so she would ask him for child support. She had bought all of his lies, but in the end all she got from him was screwed and left with two kids. It wasn't until he had finally left her for good that she began to see the truth. She was able to see that all men wanted was to get between her legs. She also realized that she could use her body to get what she needed and wanted.
Her heart ached from calling her daughter a whore. She felt she had sacrificed so much to give her son and daughter everything they needed. The last thing she wanted to see was her daughter following in her footsteps.
"Oh damn!" Denise exclaimed covering her naked crotch. She stared at his manhood that was covered with their fluids. Her mouth dropped open at the site of the immense tool. She thought that she had already seen the biggest one, and it was one that she was not suppose to have gotten. This one had just taking her places that she hadn't been before.
"Take it," Don said with a commanding soft tone.
Denise slide down to the foot of the bed and handle the penis. She used her lips and tongue to clean the mixed fluids from his length and then gave every inch of it caring attention.
"Hold it right there and look up," Don said.
Denise looked up to the flash of his camera. She had never had a photograph taken of her in such a compromising position. It shared her a bit, but she didn't want to question him.
"Lay back, beautiful," he said giving her shoulder a nudge. "You are so incredible. I don't want to miss a single movement." He snapped pictures as she moved around on the queen-sized bed.
Gloria looked at the clock. It was almost 10PM. She got up from the sofa and when to the front door as Gordon Hensley pulled his Cadillac into the driveway. He was never late. Every two weeks he showed up to receive payment for the lease on her home. It was the arrangement that Gloria suggested and that Gordon held her to.
Gordon nodded to Gloria and entered without saying a word and headed straight back to Gloria's bedroom. She followed him dutifully. She knelt at his feet and began removing his shoes as he sat on the edge of her bed removing his shirt.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.
Gordon stopped and looked at her. "Gloria, whatever it is I don't have time for it right now. Get undressed, and I'll fix my own drink," he replied.
With Gordon everything was always the same. He did not like surprises. He arrived at the same time and left at the same time. Gloria met Gordon's wife Ginger a couple of times and she could tell that Gordon treated her with the same familiarity. He always did what he said he was going to do and expected everyone else to do the same.
Gloria prepared herself in the position that Gordon preferred and waited for him. She had no other thoughts about engaging him in idle conversation. They had an agreement and she would do her part.
"Gloria, I don't know what's going on today," Gordon said climbing on the bed behind her. "Ginger was also acting strange. I give her very simple tasks, and all she has to do is what she's told. This is our agreement, Gloria. This is what I come here for. I don't expect you to do more than you are doing right now. It is a very simple arrangement. Don't do anything to mess this up. I look forward to the time to come and see you. I would be very disappointed if that changed."
Gloria moved in ways that she knew would make Gordon happy as he took his payment. The word whore echoed in her head as she did her duty.
Denise staggered down the basement steps behind Don, with a bottle in one hand, and the glass in the other. Don used his basement as a private photo studio. He had lighting equipment setup in three mockup rooms. One was a bed room with a canopy; the next was a living room that had a sofa, end tables and a coffee table; and the last one was a kitchen with appliances that did not work.
Denise stood straight and took in the scene. She had a vision of young boys sitting in front of a television set watching her getting gang-banged. She looked at Don as he began setting up one of the video cameras. The reality of the situation came down on her like a ton of bricks with a sobering effect.
"I got to go," Denise said sitting the bottle of wine and glass on the floor and ran up the stairs. She picked up her keys and found herself running out to her car completely naked that time. She backed out of the driveway more conscious of her nakedness as drove back to her mother's house.
Gordon was backing out of Gloria's driveway as Denise tried to pull in. Denise hunched down in her car as she backed out to allow Gordon to proceed.
Denise knew the reason Gordon was at her mother's house, and the last thing she wanted was the white man getting any ideas about her. She pulled her car to the back of the house and tried her best to sneak in the back door undetected.
Gloria looked back over her shoulder as she made coffee at Denise's failed attempt to go unnoticed. Gloria decided not to say anything. She knew she was in no position to pass judgment on her daughter. After all, she had traded sexual favors for her lease payment.
Denise felt relief from the stream out of the shower head. She still felt drunk. She didn't feel like she had drunk that much wine and wine usually didn't affect her so strongly. She scrubbed her body washing away the grim and Don's fluids from her body. There had always been something about taking a shower that made her feel as if she was getting a fresh start.
"Hey?" Gloria said knocking on the bathroom door while Denise dried off from the shower. She handed her daughter a cup of coffee. "It's hot," she said.
"Thank you," Denise said accepting the cup.
Gloria nodded her head and slipped back out the door.
Richard looked up from his magazine as his younger daughter Brittany tried sneaking in the kitchen door. "Late night, huh?" he said.
"Shit!" Brittany exclaimed in a hushed voice.
"It's about time for you and me to have a heart to heart," he said.
Brittany stood silent as her stepfather examined the outfit that he explicitly did not approve of her wearing. She was surprised that the expression on his face was not one of anger.
"Let's go outside," he said. "I don't want to wake everyone."
Brittany assumed that he meant there was going to be some yelling. She flinched when he lifted the back of her skirt uncovering her thong. She knew that she had broken every rule that he had set for her, and she was about to find out her punishment.
Richard went to the cabinet and took out a bottle of Champaign and two wine glasses. "Follow me," he told her and headed out the back door. He contemplated the words he was going to say as he sat down at the edge of the pool. "Sit close to me," he said handing her one of the glasses.
Brittany clearly didn't know what to make of this. She sat with her short skirt tucked as much as she could between her crossed legs with her hand over her lap as she had been taught.
"Brittany, I'm going to find out the truth, and then we are going to have a serious talk," Richard said. "I've asked you before if you were a virgin, but seeing that you have begun to lie to me about other things I don't know if I can believe anything you say anymore."
"I..." Brittany started.
"Honey, don't talk until I tell you to," he said putting his finger to her lips. "Don't make things any worse than they already are. Hold the glass up and uncross your legs. I'm guessing that they haven't been crossed all night."
Brittany felt a tremble deep in her gut. She had no idea what her stepfather intended to do, but her feelings told her that it wasn't going to be good.
Richard lifted the front of Brittany's skirt to her stomach. "At least you had the decency to wear a thong that matched the color of your skirt," he said examining the barely there garment.
Brittany's fear increased and she began to tremble slightly. Richard noticed that right away and poured her glass full of Champaign.
"I guess you decided to be all grown up now," he said. "Drink up."
Brittany brought the glass to her lips. She loved Champaign, but it was really bitter to her right then.
"It's probably my fault," he said. "I've been trying to keep you a little girl, while letting your sister do whatever she pleased right in front of you. I want you to know that I wasn't playing favorites. Elizabeth and I had this same talk when she was about your age and wanted to experience things for herself."
"I'm not a little girl anymore, daddy," Brittany said.
"Well, it's more to being grown than staying out all hours of the night and drinking Champaign," Richard continued. "Part of being an adult is accepting responsibility for yourself and the things that you do. Just because you have the body of a woman doesn't mean that you are ready to handle it."
"What do you mean?" Brittany asked.
"Dressing like that will not only attract the guys you want to attack, but it will also attract many that you don't," Richard said refilling their glasses. "I want to know if you are still a virgin, but I'm going to find out for myself."
Brittany gasped when her stepfather spread her legs wider and reached for her crotch. She wanted to tell him that she was not a virgin, but she felt paralyzed. He had never touched her in such a way, though he had seen her nude on many occasions. He wasn't rough like the guys she made out with, nor was he clumsy as he penetrated her with his thick finger.
"Okay, that's settled," Richard said removing his hand from her and pouring their glasses full again.
Brittany drank hers right down and held it out for a refill. Her heart was threatening to jump right out of her shirt.
"I'm no longer going to threat you like my sweet little girl," Richard said. "I'm going to expect you to act like the woman you are now. You don't get to give me your little girl act when you want something from me. If you try that my answer will be no, no matter what the issue is. You are also free game to every guy out there that wants to have sex with you. I'm warning you. Men don't like to be teased."
Brittany listened to her stepfather's lecture, but she wondered why he felt it necessary to put his finger inside of her. She drank more of the Champaign and she noticed the budge in his shorts. She wondered if he was looking at her like a woman.
"I love you, but you will have to handle your own affairs, just like any other woman," Richard continued. "You are very attractive and some women who are built the way that you are would use that to their advantage. Do you know what I mean by that?"
"You mean flirting?" Brittany replied.
"What I mean is you letting some guy feel you up," he said taking her left breast in his hand and massaging it, "for a free oil change on your car, or having sex with a man so he would give you a promotion at work." He moved his down to her crotch and rubbed it before withdrawing it to grab the empty bottle.
Brittany saw something in her stepfather that she had never seen before; lust. It was as clear as day. Her own stepfather was attracted to her.
"Let's get a couple more bottles," Richard said standing and then reaching down to take her hand. "We have a lot to talk about. One of those things is part of your trust fund."
Brittany's glazed eyes lit up. She had made a mental list of all the things she was going to buy once she got her trust fund, but she hadn't figured that she would be getting any of it so soon. She held on to her stepfather's arm as they went back in the house.
"Hey, what are you'll doing up so late?" Elizabeth asked through her yawn as she poured herself a glass of water.
"Brittany has decided to become a woman," Richard said to his older stepdaughter.
Elizabeth froze and looked at the two of them. She saw that Brittany was dressed in an outfit she new her stepfather found totally unacceptable for a young girl. The look in her stepfather's eyes told her that he intended on having the same talk she received years ago. "Try not to make too much noise," she said giving her sister a warm smile before heading back to her bedroom.
Richard got a couple of bottles of Champaign from the cupboard and handed them to Brittany and then retrieved the keys to the pool house. "We won't disturb anyone in the pool house," he said leading the way.
The hot tub in the pool house had been left on by Elizabeth and Darren, which made the glass steamy and air warm. Richard filled a bucket full with ice from the ice chest and sat it on the edge of the hot tub.
"It's all ready. We might as well enjoy it," he said as he began removing his clothes.
Brittany had a very strong feeling that her stepfather's intention was to have her. The very thought of it made her a bit more eager to get into the hot tub. She stripped away her clothes without shame. She arched her back as she descended into the water allowing her full youthful breasts to dance above the bubbles. "It feels nice," she said.
Richard took his time getting into the hot tub. His manhood displayed proudly in front of him swaying back and forth. He noticed her stare. "It's not appropriate for you to call me daddy anymore," he said. He stood over her with his hips at her face.
"What if someone finds out," Brittany said taking hold of his thick tool. She licked the tip, took half the length in and out of her warm mouth, and then licked slowly as she looked up at him.
"You are a grown woman now," he replied. "What you do is your own business. You'll be getting fifty thousand dollars of your trust fund to do with as you please."
"What about mom?" she asked.
"What about her?" he replied. "You are not a little girl anymore. She will respect that as she respected that about Elizabeth."
Brittany took him and demonstrated her womanly knowledge. She unleashed all of her secret desires that she had locked away. Richard was a handsome man with dark hair and gray at his temples. She felt a sense of liberation as she acted on him.
4
Working Together
"I going out for a walk," Gloria said putting down her coffee and dropping her robe on the sofa. "Would you walk with me?"
Denise had been in near silent thought for almost an hour. She looked outside and saw the sun rising over the trees. "Let me get my shoes," she said sitting her cup on the coffee table.
The morning was still with a slight chill in the air, and the dew glistened over the grass. It was one of the nicest things about their neighborhood. The neighbors were usually quiet on weekend mornings. Denise walked beside her mother in her white sports bra and pajama bottoms. Gloria wore her sleeping gown and her house shoes as they made their way slowly up the block.
"You were right about what you said to me yesterday," Gloria said. "I had no right to go off on you like that."
"I really wished I hadn't stormed out of there with no clothes on," Denise said.
"I guess I was feeling guilty about the stuff I do and was trying to pin it on you," Gloria said stopping on the sidewalk to face her daughter. "If anybody is a whore, I am. I think everybody knows that by now."
"Who cares what they think," Denise said. "They aren't the ones who are paying your bills. They are just jealous anyway."
Gloria smiled and gave her daughter a hug. They turned back towards their house just in time to see Eric coming out to get his morning paper. They giggled seeing him in his striped pajamas and fluffy house shoes.
"Good morning ladies," Eric said undressing both of the women with his eyes.
"Good morning Eric," Gloria said stopping in the driveway.
"I'd surely like to follow you'll home," he said.
"You know Eric, I've been meaning to talk to you about trading in my car for a new one," Gloria said shifting her weight knowing that the sun to her back silhouetted her body through her gown.
"You know if you would invite me over for some breakfast, we could figure something out," he replied.
"Denise is needing something better to drive too," Gloria said pulling her daughter closer.
Eric cleared his throat as he saw Denise's nipples poking through the thin material. He looked back towards his house.
"Oh, is your wife at home?" Gloria asked.
"No. I was just wondering if I left my door unlocked," he replied.
"Well, go check your door and come on down," Gloria said winking her eye at him. She continued with Denise back to her house making sure to that she added more swing to her hips with each step she took.
Denise burst out in laughter as soon as they entered the house. "Damn mom!" she said. "You worked him with the quickness."
"Hey, if you got it, you got it," Gloria said looking out the front window. "Now here he comes to get it." She opened the door as Eric ran up the steps and in the house.
"Sorry it took me so long, but I had to get my shoes," Eric said.
"So, where is your wife this morning?" Gloria asked picking up her empty coffee cup and walking towards the kitchen where Denise was starting breakfast.
"She has women bible study meeting on Saturday mornings," he said following behind her and taking a seat at the table.
"Beacon and eggs good for you?" Denise asked.
"Oh, I was thinking about something better than that," he said smiling brightly.
"So you want to get lucky this morning, huh?" Gloria said.
"Well it just so happens that I got a few good cars in on trade with very low mileage," he replied putting his hand on Gloria's hip. "I can put you two in some really nice rides if you'll treat me right." He moved his hand over Gloria's butt-cheeks.
"What do you say, Denise?" Gloria asked her daughter. "Showing him a really good time for a new car?"
"They're not old and beat up, are they?" Denise asked.
"No, no..." Eric protested. "They are only a year old, in from lease. They are like brand new."
"I'm down for it then," Denise answered.
"What are you expecting?" Gloria asked.
"How about both of you once a week?" Eric asked.
"Eric, now you know that's way more than you're getting from Rose," Gloria chuckled. "How about once a month?"
"She is giving me more than that," he replied.
Denise laughed.
"How about one of us, once a week?" Gloria said. "That way you can have each of us every other week."
"Now that sounds much better," Eric said. "What I'll do is get you fare market value for your cars and lease the cars back to my dealership so that way you won't have to worry about paying for insurance."
"Honey, sounds like you got a deal," Gloria said.
"Okay, but I want the both of you together right now," Eric said looking at the two women up and down.
Denise looked at her mother and smiled. She had never felt so connected to her mother than she had at that moment. The look Gloria gave her made her think that they were telepathic. She walked around and stood next to her mother in front of Eric.
Gloria put her arm around her daughter as Eric pulled her panties down to her ankles and Denise's pajama bottoms down as well. She felt a bond that had been missing from the relationship with her daughter. The more Eric pawed, squeezed, poked, and probed their bodies the closer she felt to her daughter.
The sound of Amber's moans in the next bedroom made Janice's head pound even harder. She had stayed out late last at the club with her lover, Jason, but she woke up in her bed alone. There was nothing unusual about that. Jason's mother was a friend of hers and she didn't want to explain to anyone why she was having an affair with such a young man. She found it difficult enough to keep him from calling her every moment. She finally convinced him to date young women his age to help hide their affair. She didn't have the heart to tell him that she was sleeping around with other men. At least she no longer felt guilty for string him alone. He was such a good lover and she had no intentions on giving him up.
Amber's cries got louder as she proclaimed her orgasm to the world. Even though Janice's head felt like a brick had been dropped on it, she managed a smile.
"Oh god that was good," Amber said to her mother as she came out of the bedroom.
"I heard," Janice said chasing the headache medicine with a glass of orange juice.
"Thanks for bring this one home," Amber said.
Janice shot a puzzled look at her daughter.
"I woke up with him crawling in my bed and boy, oh boy," Amber said starting the coffee.
"Who?" Janice said.
"Jason," Amber answered.
"Hey," Jason said coming into the kitchen in just his short jeans.
Janice felt like a deer caught in headlights.
"I never shared a man before," Amber said kissing Jason on the lips and hugging her mother.
"What?" Janice protested.
"Hey, you said I needed to date someone my age," Jason smirked.
"I love it," Amber said. "This is so kinky, sharing a man with my mother. Mom, you're the coolest."
Janice looked up at Jason and Amber. She had a total loss for words.
"Now no one would think anything about me coming over, so much," Jason said.
"Yeah, I bit you'll never hear the end of it if someone knew you and Jason had a thing going on," Amber giggled.
It was not what Janice had in mind. "Jason, you know that I need to see men my age too, right?" she said trying move things back the way she wanted them.
"Sure," Jason said. "I don't have a problem with that, as long as I can still get my turn."
Janice shook her head. She felt just like what she was treating him as; a toy.
"Amber can keep me business, while you do your thing," Jason said. "I'll be close by whenever you need me." He squeezed Amber's butt-cheeks causing her to giggle.
"Com'on, it's going to take a few minutes for the coffee to get ready and it looks like mom has a headache," Amber said pulling Jason towards her bedroom.
Jason winked his eye at Janice and went with Amber back into the bedroom.
Janice put her face in her hands. She could hardly believe that her best lover was in the bedroom with her daughter. She went to the cupboard and took out a bottle of Gin and poured her a glass. She downed two shots, and then a third when she heard Amber moaning again.
5
Mother-in-law
Darren stopped dead in his tracks. His heart jumped into his throat and he trembled. He felt as he had stumbled across a great family secret that some how wasn't meant for him to see.
He was frozen by the eyes that stared back at him. In his heart of hearts, he had rather been any place than where he was at that moment. He tried to look away, but his body was not willing. He suddenly became weaker than he ever felt.
"You still have the best pussy that I've ever had," Richard said as he pounded his wife against the tile on the kitchen floor.
Nancy did not blink as she looked into Darren's eyes. She lifted up on her toes as she thrust her pelvis up to meet her husband's boner. She was completely naked and exposed while her husband exhausted his passion on her.
Richard grunted and jerked on top of Nancy before getting up from the floor and leaving her there. "I have a noon tee-off time," he called back as he ran up the stairs.
Nancy remained spread on the floor looking up at Darren as her husband rustled around up stairs. She began to slowly message her nipples and roll her butt around on the hard floor.
Darren's felt like he couldn't be more excited. He had been trying hard to impress Elizabeth's mother, but without success and now there she was practically inviting him to take on her on the kitchen floor. He knew that Elizabeth would be gone most of the day, and he rarely saw her sister Brittany.
"Okay, I'm gone dear!" Richard called out as he left.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Nancy asked.
Darren was sure what he had to do at that point. He pulled off his shirt and laid down on top of Nancy. He was experienced enough to know not to expose his endowment before the first experience with someone new. She was begging him for it and he wasn't going to give her cause to change her mind.
Nancy gasped as she was filled with more man than she could ever remember. She was actually being stretched and stuffed at the same time. She closed her eyes and held on to Darren tightly as every nerve ending in her body was awakened. She achieved her goal with ultimate success and was taken to a place only reached before in her dreams.
Brittany jumped back when she stumbled across her mother and her sister's boyfriend going at it like two while animals on the kitchen floor. She could tell by the expression on her mother's face that she was in ecstasy.
Nancy spotting her daughter in the doorway, but didn't hesitate or miss a single stroke. She was getting what she wanted and wasn't going to stop until she was done.
Brittany studied the way Darren's dark butt-cheeks flexed as he drove his tool deep into her mother. His strokes were long and hard, very much unlike her stepfather's. She realized that what her stepfather had told her was correct. If she wanted something, she would have to be woman enough to get it. She made up her mind that she would have Darren pounding her just like that.
Nancy could no longer hold back her cries. Her voice echoed throughout the vaulted ceiling. As soon as she came down from one climax, she found herself at the peak of another. She hunched up to meet Darren's thrusts until she was completely wiped out, soaked with sweat, and filled with his fluids.
Brittany blew her mother a kiss and got a wink in return, and then stepped quietly away from the door before Darren noticed her.
"Thank you Darren," Nancy said looking into his eyes. "I understand that you and Elizabeth are thinking about getting married?"
"Yes ma'am," he answered.
"You definitely have my blessing if you two decide to go ahead with it," she said.
Darren pulled out of Nancy and sat on the floor with his back against the cupboards. "She says that I need to be able to handle her being with another man," Darren said.
"Well, you didn't seem to have a problem being with me," Nancy replied. "What's the difference?"
"I don't think I would have a problem with it," Darren said.
"Oh, now I get it," Nancy said grabbing one of the kitchen towels to stop the fluids from running out between her legs. "You have never seen her with anyone else, is that it?"
"Yeah, and I don't think it will be the same if I knew about it ahead of time," he said.
"Yep, you'll probably need to be surprised to see how you really would react," Nancy said. "I really don't think that you will have a problem with it. Judging by your reaction to watching Richard and I, I think you'd want to do to her what you just did to me, and that's not a bad thing."
Darren blushed. He was getting excited again and couldn't hide it.
"You have a beautiful thing Darren," Nancy said looking at the growth in his lap. "I don't know if I could handle it, but would you mind giving me another go round. I'm feeling strangely needy today."
Darren blushed again causing Nancy to laugh at him. They got up from the floor and made their way to the guess bedroom down in the basement.
Darren became very comfortable with Nancy as they began going at it on the bed. He found the feel of her was just as good as Elizabeth. He did Nancy in the same fashion as he did Elizabeth, causing her to cry out with pleasure.
Gloria and Denise were at the car dealership as soon as it opened. They had indulged Eric in various forms of perversion that he came up with including fooling around with each other. After being subjected to a man with a camera, Denise saw the benefit of having some proof to fall back on. Gloria was glad that her daughter came up with the idea of taking pictures while Eric had his fun. Even though Eric was a neighbor and had been hitting on her from the moment she got the house in that neighborhood, she didn't know if she could trust him.
Eric stopped the salesman who started to approach Gloria and Denise on the lot. "They are friends of mine. I'll take care of them. Thanks," he said.
Gloria smiled when she saw Eric rushing out to greet them. "I don't remember this place being this big," she said.
"It wasn't," Eric replied. "We added a couple acres of lot. I got some new investors, so I'm expanding. By the end of the summer I'll be opening two more lots around the city."
"I didn't know you were doing so well," Gloria said. "Maybe we should have sweetened the pot a little more."
"Maybe you still can," he replied walking to the section of the lot with previously used cars. "We have just about every make and model here."
"Well, we don't need anything too flashy," Gloria said. "There is enough talk going around right now without us fueling the fire."
"That one," Denise said pointing at a smoke gray Chrysler 300M with dark tented windows. "That's the one I want."
"I figured you for a Honda type of girl," Eric joked.
"This is totally me," Denise said gliding her fingers long the car as she walked around it.
"It is pretty," Gloria said. "Here's a black one just like it."
The mother and daughter looked at each other and giggled.
"Let me get the keys," Eric said walking away.
Denise opened the door and sat down on the leather seat. It had a real new car smell to it and had an incredible amount of space on the inside. She slipped off her sandals and wiggled her toes in the carpet. "I love this car," she said. She pulled her long flowing skirt up her thighs and put her feet up on the dash. "I bet I won't get a single ticket in this car."
"I would guess not if you're planning on giving them that kind of exposure," Gloria giggled.
"As long as I don't get a ticket," Denise said. "Mom I'm telling you. I'll screw him twice a week for this car."
"Don't give it up so easily," Gloria said. "Let's see what we can get first."
Denise put her feet down when they saw Eric returning with the keys to the car.
"Ready for a test drive?" he said handing Denise the keys and getting into the front passenger seat.
Gloria got in the back. It felt like being in the back of a limo to her. The car was just as clean as a new car.
Denise started the car and listened to the light rumble of the engine. She maneuvered the car off the lot with ease and headed out on the main road. She drove around for about twenty minutes before pulling in a vacant building.
Denise popped the hood, the trunk, and opened all of the doors. "I love it," she repeated again and again as if she was talking to herself. "I would like to have spinner rims on it."
"That's going to cost you extra," Eric said.
"How much extra?" Gloria asked.
"Denise gives me a five minute blowjob after I get you five minutes doggie-style bent over in the trunk," he said.
Denise looked at her mother hoping she wouldn't turn Eric down. She could really see spinner rims on that car.
"Make it for both cars and you got a deal," Gloria said.
"You really drive a hard bargain," Eric said walking around to the large trunk.
Denise clapped almost jumping up and down. Gloria went around to the back of the car and dropped her slacks and boy-shorts down to her ankles, and then leaned over in the trunk.
Eric wasted no time getting inside Gloria's belly. He worked it slow and steady while keeping track of the time. "You really have good stuff here," he said. "You should really think about bottling it up and selling it. You'll have to keep shocking the shelves."
Denise and Gloria laughed at his joke. When the time was up, Eric pulled slowly out of Gloria and then turned around for Denise to do her part. What he really wanted to see was Denise tasting her mother's fluids. He had made it clear in everything that he did, that he liked seeing two women in action. His antics continued to bring Gloria closer and closer to her daughter.
Denise took him in her mouth almost desperately. He had her to stop several times to keep himself from blowing his wad. She gave him more than what he asked for. He was pleading for her to stop before the five minutes were up.
"We still got a deal, right?" Denise asked. "You wanted me to stop. I wanted to keep going."
"Yes, yes. We got a deal. Shit!" he exclaimed. "You can suck to chrome off a trailer hitch."
"Thank you," Denise giggled.
"Time for me to test drive my new car now," Gloria said getting into the back seat.
Eric was reaching in the back seat to rub Gloria's crotch as Denise drove back to the dealership. Gloria's car had the same ride and handling. They found a different spot to stop and take a look at the car. Denise kept herself exposed to Eric in order to keep him fired-up about their deal. Eric was so horny he could barely see straight.
"How much do you think we can get for our cars?" Gloria asked.
"I'll tell you what," Eric said. "I'll give each of you five hundred dollars over the blue book value if I could screw both of you'll in the back seat while we ride around for an hour."
Gloria and Denise looked at each other and laughed. They had been letting him screw them in one position or the other all day, and there was no reason that they could see to turn him down.
Denise climbed in the roomy back seat and spread out for him, while Gloria started the car. Eric was humping before the car got on the road in his normal slow fashion. They switched positions after a half hour at which time Gloria got in the back seat with Eric. Gloria was glad that Eric held back his cum. She didn't want to have to clean up a mess.
Eric delivered on all of his promises to them without any delay. The two women rolled out of the dealership in two new vehicles and a wad of money. They had lunch at one the more expensive restaurants in the city with an outside terrace.
"Mom, I was thinking about what Eric said about selling our stuff," Denise said. "I see advertising all the time about escorts and stuff in that entertainment paper."
"With guys like Eric is one thing, but with men I don't know anything about is something totally different," Gloria said.
"I guess you're right," Denise said.
"There is always another way around that," Gloria said. "I wouldn't want to do it with some nasty old drunk, even though I give Mr. Herbert a shot every now and then."
"Really?" Denise laughed.
"Yeah, that's the only way to get the old goat to take a bath," Gloria laughed. "And besides, it's a jab at Ms. Emma."
"I bet she'll try to have you arrested if she knew you gave him something she couldn't," Denise laughed.
"I bet she would too," Gloria said. "When I was selling colognes and watches, I got a lot of offers. I still got my catalogs and stuff. I'm sure we can pick up a few bucks that way."
"Speaking of bucks," Denise said. "What do you think about Darren marrying Elizabeth?"
"I like her, even if she is a white girl," Gloria said. "He really likes her, so I'm all for it."
"Remember when Darren was going through his little episode?" Denise laughed.
"Yeah," Gloria said almost embarrassed.
"He was one horny thing for a while," Denise laughed.
"Tell me about it," Gloria said rolling her eyes. "I swear I would have done something if I knew what to do. Everybody kept telling me that it was normal and he would grow out of it. I was at the end of my rope. I was afraid to leave him alone, but I was scared to stay there with him. I had a few drinks and closed my eyes and the next thing I knew he was sticking his thing in me."
"I started locking my door because he was getting me almost every night for almost a month," Denise said.
"You didn't tell me that," Gloria said.
"You were always yelling at him. I didn't want to get him in any more trouble," Denise said. "And that thing of his."
"Oh my god," Gloria exclaimed. "Tell me about it. None of the old men had anything like that."
"Once he gets that thing in you there is nothing you can do," Denise said.
"After a while, I stopped fighting with him," Gloria said. "I wasn't too proud of it, but he did eventually got over it."
"You know what the worst part of it was?" Denise said. "It felt so good. If it wasn't so wrong, I might have left my door open."
"That was one of the things that was really killing me," Gloria said. "He starting going down on me. I could have stopped him, but he was so damn good at it. I am such an evil mother."
"He just has this thing about him now that almost makes you horny when he touches you," Denise said.
"Oh, you mean when he grabs your crotch?" Gloria laughed.
"That would be it," Denise laughed with her.
"I know he just does it to mess with me now, but damn to have your own son to do you and make your toes curl," Gloria said and took a sip of her ice tea. She could feel herself getting excited.
"I wonder what he's doing to that poor girl," Denise said.
"There is something about Elizabeth that is not all that sweet," Gloria said. "A girl is not going to get an ass like that unless she's been working on it; especially not a white girl."
6
Sister-in-law
"Sorry we're closed," the shop clerk said trying to stop Denise and Elizabeth as they entered the small fashion shoe shop.
"Com'on we drove all the way cross town to get here," Denise said.
The young clerk looked Denise and Elizabeth both up and down with interest. "Okay, but I'm going to have to lock the door and cut off most of the lights," he said. "My dad can be a real pain sometimes."
"What's your name? Lance," Denise said reading name tag. "Lance, thank you so much. You're a real prince."
"Did you say your father own this store?" Elizabeth asked.
"No, actually I own the store," Lance clarified. "My father gave it to me to see how well I could run a business."
"Wow!" Denise said. "You must be rich."
"Not really," he said. "The shoes sell themselves. I just ring them up."
"No kidding," Elizabeth said. "Take a look at these." She handed the shoe to Denise. "Can I see it in a size seven?"
"Sure, I'll be right back," he said going to the store room.
"Hey girl," Denise whispered. "Did you see the way he was looking at you? Play your cards right and we'll be walking out of here with some free shoes."
"He was looking at you the same way," Elizabeth whispered.
"Take off your panties," Denise said.
"I'm not wearing panties," Elizabeth replied.
"Neither am I," Denise giggled. "Let's sit down and see how far this will go."
Lance returned with a box of shoes and sat in front on Elizabeth on a bench with a slanted mirror on it. He sat the shoes down and lifted one of Elizabeth's feet.
Elizabeth winked her eye at Denise as she pulled up her long skirt up to her mid-thigh as Lance removed one of her shoes. She saw him do a double take up her skirt at her naked crotch.
Lance put her foot down slowly and looked up at the both of them and licked his lips. "Look," he began. "I've been in shoes stores since I was five years old. Let's just lay everything out in the open."
"Excuse me?" Denise proclaimed.
"I'm no dummy," Lance said. "You didn't accidentally show me your crotch. You want to flirt with me to get a great deal or some free shoes, right?"
Elizabeth and Denise looked at each other and then back at the young clerk.
"I have women that come in here of all ages, all looking for the perfect pair of shoes at the best price they can get," he said. "You are in luck. I love this store because I can order the kind of shoes that women want. The trade is that I want something too. Here's my deal. You get to pick out three free pairs of shoes each."
"And what do you get?" Denise said.
"I get to screw both of you," he said. "This is not my first time. I offer this deal three to four times a week. I have even had a custom chair built especially for that purpose. Do you want to see it?" He stood up and headed toward the back.
Elizabeth and Denise jumped up and followed him. They were both curious to see this chair. Lance opened a door to a small room inside to store room. In the middle of the room was a machine similar to an exercise bench, but wider and stitched like a car seat. The foot stands rose up controlled by the leg position.
"See, simple and comfortable," Lance said. "There are baby wipes, clean hand towels, germ lotion, and condoms. No hassle. You just want shoes and I just want to get laid."
"Simple," Denise said.
"Simple," Elizabeth agreed.
"So what do you ladies say?" Lance asked.
"Four pairs of shoes," Denise said.
"And pantyhose," Elizabeth added.
"Done," he said. "Who's first?"
Denise unfastened her skirt, stepped out of it, and handed it to Elizabeth. She sat on the bench and leaned back, which kept only slightly reclined.
Lance worked the levels lifting Denise slightly off the ground then released the tension on the leg stands allowing him to lift and spread her legs apart.
Both Denise and Elizabeth were impressed that the invention put Denise in the perfect position for easy penetration.
"Who came up with this thing?" Elizabeth asked.
"I did," Lance said as he moved between Denise's spread legs and dropping his pants.
Denise had a good enough vantage point to watch Lance enter her. He was a good fit and he worked himself with a steady rhythm.
"You can begin finding the shoes you want," he said to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth got the hint that he didn't like being watched. She went out and searched for the shoes she wanted. She wondered what Denise must be thinking of her being so willing to give it up to this store clerk for shoes when she was practically engaged to her brother. She looked for the most expensive and stylish shoes she could find.
"You feel real good," Lance said to Denise. "If you want I can let you know when I'm getting the latest styles."
"Does that go for my sister-in-law too?" Denise asked.
"If you want," he said. "I don't get that many black women in my store, and you are the first one to go for this. I get white women all the time. Even really old ones have sat on this thing and let me screw them. I get a hold lot of young white girls. Most of them do it just so they can say that they did it. What I don't get is black women."
"What if I can get you a couple of black women to come here?" Denise asked.
"I'll through in an extra pair of shoes for each one you bring me," he said. "I like seeing my white thing going into that chocolate hole." He began humping faster.
"How is it coming in here?" Elizabeth asked sticking her head in the small room.
"I'm ready for you now," Lance said pulling slowly out of Denise's wet hole.
Denise liked the fact that he had everything she need including a doosh bottle for her to clean up with. She gave Lance a kiss on the cheek and left them alone.
Lance got Elizabeth into position and quickly got inside of her. He began moving in and out of her with a smile of his face. "I like the way you feel inside," he said cheerfully.
"Thanks," Elizabeth said not know how to take the young man.
"Your sister-in-law said that she was going to bring you back with her," he said.
"That's possible," she said.
"You have a really nice butt. Has anyone told you that you have a juicy butt like a black woman?" he asked pushing himself as far as he could and held it there.
"A few times," she replied.
"I love black women asses," he said sliding his hands under her bottom. "Really nice. I want you from behind." He pulled slowly out of her and let her legs down. He adjusted the chair and bent her over with her ass up in the air. He held on to her waist as he began thrusting into her passage. The sound of his hips slapping against her soft buns echoed out into the store.
Denise looked back in to she what was happening. Seeing the skinning white boy slapping against Elizabeth's backside made Denise wonder how her brother might be doing her. She tried to block her wicked thoughts out of her head and went back out and waited.
Lance pulled out of Elizabeth and helped her up. "Would you do me a favor and give me a blowjob?" he asked.
He sounded so sweet to Elizabeth that she couldn't resist. She sucked and pulled on his meat until he shot off in her mouth. She licked her lips and then French kissed him, giving him a taste of his own cream. She licked her lips and smiled at him. He looked so young to have so much responsibility and to be so demanding.
7
Parents
Nancy, Gloria, and Darren sat on the patio at Nancy's home drinking Margaritas. Nancy had been on a steady diet of Darren's manhood. He had been giving it to her everyday to make sure that she stayed in support of his marriage to Elizabeth.
"I'm so happy to finally meet you," Nancy said.
"You too," Gloria said. "I've seen a lot of Elizabeth. I was hoping to meet you sooner, but that's the way things happen sometimes."
"Yes, schedules are difficult to manage sometimes," Nancy agreed.
"You have such a nice home," Gloria said. She realized that the things inside the home were worth more than the home itself.
"Thank you," Nancy said. "I got lucky and married a man with a lot of money." She laughed, but it was the truth. She had met Richard by chance and he took care of her and her children.
Gloria was surprised by the confession. That was something that most people kept secret.
"I didn't marry Elizabeth's father," Nancy continued her confessional. "He kept stringing me alone until I had two children, and then he left. I met Richard at a grocery store and the girls were driving me nuts. He helped me out in the store and we have been together every sense. It was just dumb luck. How did you ever raise such a fine young man without a husband?"
"I didn't have a choice," Gloria replied promptly. "There was no prince to save the day for me. I just did whatever I had to do to make sure that they had a roof over their heads and food to eat. Sometimes were harder than others, but we made it through."
"I don't think that I could have made it by my self," Nancy said.
"You could have, you just didn't have to," Gloria replied. "I wish that I didn't have to, but to tell you the truth, I wouldn't change a thing. Women in my position either use the gifts that god gave them, or they end up in the homeless shelter. You look like you know how to use your natural gifts." She glanced down at Nancy's lap to warn her that she was exposed under her short dress. She looked over at Darren who glanced over between Nancy legs and up at her with a smile.
Nancy giggled. "It's how Richard likes me," she said. "He prefers that I go nude, but I talked him out of it for the most part. He is my husband, so when he tells me to stripe I don't question him." She put her hand on Darren's knee and shot him a wink.
Darren nodded and smiled at his mother.
"Oh, it's like that, huh?" Gloria asked.
"You must be so proud to have such a handsome son," Nancy said letting her hand drift up Darren's thigh.
Gloria continue to look at them both wide-eyed. "So, is Richard okay with this?" she asked.
"He's seen us, but it's not the kind of thing that you have to talk about to understand unless you want too." Nancy said.
"I guess I need some clarification," Gloria said. "You are screwing Darren and your husband knows about it. What about Elizabeth? Does she know?"
"Mom, Elizabeth knows everything. Everybody is cool with getting it on. We just wanted you to know, so you won't get freaked out it you saw anything," Darren said.
"So, Richard is Elizabeth's stepfather. Is he doing her?" Gloria asked.
"Has been since she has been an adult and making her own decisions what she want," Nancy said. "Brittany, my youngest daughter who you haven't met yet has just started to figure out what she wants, so I can only assume that he is doing it with her too. It really doesn't matter. Richard is a grown man and does what he wanted, and he allows me to do what I want." Her hand crept all the way to Darren's crotch and was massaging his hard-on through his pants.
Gloria could see the outline of her son's thickness in Nancy's hand. She figured that he had found the kind of environment that he like. She wondered if she had set her son on this track. "I can use another drink," she said.
"Let me get that for you," Nancy said getting up.
Gloria moved over next to her son as soon as Nancy was out of her shot. "So you like this kind of kinky shit?" she asked.
"Hell yeah," Darren said with a big grin on his face. "Mom, remember how we use to do it? I've been thinking about doing it with you again."
"I thought you were over that," Gloria said.
"No way, I just didn't want anyone to find out that I was doing my mom," Darren said. "But they are cool with that type of thing."
"You told them about us?" Gloria asked.
"Just Elizabeth," Darren said. "She told me everything that she as done, and she has done some really wild stuff, so I told her about me doing you and Denise. Did you notice all the paintings on the wall are of naked black women with big butts?"
"Yeah, they look like originals not copies," Gloria said.
"They are the real deal," Darren said. "Richard loves black women. That's all he has working for him. Not a single white person on his staff. Like some modern day slave master. I'll tell you right now that he's going to try to screw you as soon as he sees you."
"Why do you say that?" Gloria said almost blushing by the way her son was looking at her.
"Because I want to get some of that," Darren said putting his hand on her mid thigh.
"You better quit," Gloria giggle putting her hand on his, but not pushing him away. "She's just right in side."
"Shit, they don't care," Darren said sliding his hand up her inner thigh and under her tight form-fitting dress to her crotch. "I see you still don't wear panties." He chuckled reaching the box he came in.
"I wear panties sometimes. They just down go well with this dress. Are you sure this is alright?" she said leaning back and spreading her legs wider, so he could have better access to her canal.
"Mom, they don't do any teasing," Darren said working his finger inside of her. "They make it easy, and if you want a real hookup, you'll play right along. Take off your dress and let her see you giving me a blowjob. You'll definitely be in good with her because then she'll know that you're okay with everything."
"Right here?" Gloria asked starting to move the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
"Yeah," Darren replied. "I bet she'll come out here and join you."
Gloria stood looking down in her son's eyes as she slipped her dress down over her hefty tits, slim waste, wide hips, and big bubble butt. She knelt between his legs and pulled out his organ. She recounted the times he had stuff the long thick meat in her. She smiled as she licked the head, glad that she had him circumcised at birth. It looked so beautiful to her. She took him in her mouth and stroked the length showing her passion for being a good lover.
"Now that looks good," Nancy said coming back with a tray of mixed drinks. She sat down next to Darren admiring Gloria's mature but lovely curves. "You are so beautiful." She put hand on Gloria butt-cheeks and felt the soft flesh. She moved her hand around and then down between Gloria's legs to the wet spot. She pulled her back, licked her fingers, and moaned.
Darren smiled down at his mother who was looking up at him, while Nancy got down behind her. Gloria rose up and looked down behind her as Nancy spread her cheeks and began licking along her crack. Gloria looked back up at her son with a big smile and then went back down on his big thick pole.
Nancy took off her dress and joined Gloria in giving Darren a blowjob. He felt like a prince having his mother and his soon to be mother-in-law sucking on his rod at the same time. He leaned back and enjoyed both the drink Nancy made and the blowjob he was getting.
"This is a pretty picture," Richard said seeing the action. He reached out to shake Darren's hand.
Nancy and Gloria looked up smiling at Richard. Neither one of them were embarrassed by being naked or for sucking on Darren's cock.
"Richard, this is my mother Gloria," Darren said introducing them.
Richard took Gloria's hand and studied her Nubian figure. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said.
"Aren't you going to join us?" Gloria said smiling at him.
"Absolutely," Richard said. "Would you'll like to come to the game room? It's a lot more comfortable there and the bar is stocked."
"That's a good idea, sweetheart," Nancy said pulling on Darren to get him to his feet.
"I've been looking forward to meeting you," Richard said putting his arm around Gloria's naked body as they walked in behind Nancy and Darren.
"I've been waiting on the opportunity myself," Gloria said feeling his hand slid down over her butt-cheeks.
"Soon we'll be family, as soon as Elizabeth makes up her mind when the wedding is going to be," Richard said.
Gloria almost laughed out loud when they entered the game room. There was a projector screen on a big wall and three big circular beds taking up most of the floor space. Against the wall was a long bar the looked like something that would be in a nightclub.
Nancy helped Darren out of his clothes while Richard walked Gloria over to the bar. Richard turned on the scroll lights and music. The room went dark and looked just like a nightclub without a dance floor.
"This place is great," Gloria said taking the glass of golden Champaign that Richard handed her.
"This is my favorite place to be," Richard said. "As a kid I use to dream of having a harem of beautiful black women, all with beautiful bodies just like yours."
"Thank you," Gloria said. "Why only black women?"
"Look at Nancy," Richard said looking over at his wife sucking of Darren juice black rod. "She is a beautiful white woman. She has naturally blonde hair and blue eyes. Her legs are symmetrically sculptured and her skin is evenly toned from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. To her absolute credit, she has a nice plump butt, something that she passed down to her daughters. She will do anything that I ask her to do. But the thing is that there are hundreds of thousands of white women just like her. She is a part of the majority. Black women with that same type of attitude are far and few between. It's not everyday that I see a black woman with dark even toned skin lovely curves and a willingness to give her own son head in front of strangers."
"I wouldn't necessarily call you'll strangers," Gloria said. "After all, we're about to be in-laws."
"Well tell me, when did you start screwing your son?" Richard asked.
Gloria saw no reason to hide the sorted story being that Darren had already told Elizabeth. "It's funny you asked," she began. "My daughter and I were just talking about it a few weeks ago. It didn't start all at once. It sort of built up to it. In the beginning I didn't realize what he was doing. He was hugging me a lot. Him touching my butt didn't seem like a big deal. Even when he started squeezing it, he acted like he was just playing. He started moving up to bigger and better things, but it was so gradual that I let it go. He would hug me from behind and tell me in a fun sort of way that I was the finest mom that he knew, and he started greeting me that way and would even grind against me. It was all in fun, so I let it go. Then he started laying down beside me before he would say good night. I usually lay on my side, so he would spoon me and joke about doing me. Then he started he started getting more aggressive. When he hugged me, he would out right grind on me. I'm his mother, so I wasn't about to push him away. I really didn't know what to do. All I heard was that it was normal and that he would grow out of it and I should let it run its course. That was easier said than done. One he wasn't some little kid. He continued to get worse, putting his hands inside my clothes. He would even grab on me in public. I was so scared that someone would see him that knew us. He stayed under me everywhere I went constantly feeling me up. I figured that if I stopped fighting with him then he would get tried and gone about his business. I was wrong. I gave him an inch and he took a mile. I was in bed and he came in and got on top of me. Instead of pushing him off, I just laid there and let him grind and feel on me. Before I could blink, I felt him inside of me. He got me really good. I mean he screwed my brains out. Now, I really didn't know what to do. He acted like I was his woman and I found myself giving in to him. What I found out from was that he was screwing his sister, Denise too. Eventually it tapered off and he stopped. He still feels me up from time to time, but he hadn't done it to me in a long time. Today was the first day I've given him head in over a year."
That sounds so hot," Richard said looking over at Darren banging his wife. "I got my mother for my eighteenth birthday."
"Really?" Gloria said giving him her undivided attention.
"Yeah, my father was out of town as usual and my mother came to me and told me that she would like to give me something special for my birthday," Richard said. "She didn't try to seduce me. She was a business woman and didn't even smile much. She told me that she would get me a woman to have sex with for my birthday. Not a girl, a grown woman. She showed me a magazine that had pictures of women in it and told me that it was where my father looked to find women to do it with. The women were hot, but I could get them myself if I wanted to. My mother liked everyone to be straight with her, so I asked her if I could have her, instead. It was the first time that I saw my mother stunned. She thought about it for a minute and told me that I could. She was the first real woman that I did it with. We became lovers after that. She taught me everything about business, and she had sex with a lot of people to help me get ahead. She even helped me do a hostile take over of a couple of my father's businesses. She divorced him soon after we started having sex. She is sixty-five now and I still go over and screw her twice a week."
"What did she think of Nancy?" Gloria asked.
"She loves Nancy," he continued. "Nancy was so eager to do whatever she needed to do to get on my mother's good side, and Nancy didn't have a problem with the affair that I have with my mother. Nancy also allowed me to raise her two daughters, and they turned out to be wonderful women."
"So when did you develop this thing for black women?" Gloria asked.
"When I was in college, I took a class called African-American women's studies," he continued. "There was this incredible African-American woman professor. She was working on research for a book, and she loved the idea of a young white man being in her class. I was a huge target in discussions, especially when it was about slave masters raping their slaves and fathering their children. I learned a lot in that class and I really wanted to screw the professor. I went to see her after class and I offered to fund her research. She was no dummy, so she asked me where did I want to do it. She knew the reason I made the offer. We did it in her office first, but then she started coming to my mother's house and teaching me about black women and African queens. I had an affair with her for about two years until she left for Africa to do more research for her book. I hadn't spoken to her, but once since then. Every since then I've been hooked on black women."
"But you married a white woman," Gloria said.
"That's correct. We don't live in a fantasy world," he said. "Today is much different than it use to be. Every person that works for me, from the vice president of my companies to the person cleaning the bathroom are all black women."
"What about cat fights?" Gloria joked.
"Termination without question," he said. "They all have an opportunity. It's up to them what they want to do with it. So, how do you make your living."
"I find someone who has what I want and screw them to get it," Gloria said.
Richard smiled looking her up and down.
"You and I will be family soon, so you get what you want whenever you want it for free," Gloria said sliding her hand up his leg to his crotch. She pulled out his cream colored manhood and stroked it.
"I want it from behind," Richard said.
Gloria got off the bar stool and went over to one of the round beds covered with pink silk sheets and positioned herself doggie-style. Richard wasted no time slamming his hard-on into her juicy hole. The room filled with the scent of lovemaking as Darren pounded Nancy and Richard drilled Gloria. Eventually Richard and Darren switched partners. Richard and Nancy were particularly interested in seeing the two in action together.
Darren grunted and Gloria moaned out loud. Darren's dark skin glistened with sweat giving his strained muscles more dept as he drove his full length into his mother to the hilt. Gloria tits swung back and forth splashing sweat as she thrust her ass back to meet her son's driving cock.
It was a real treat for Richard and Nancy who gave up their lovemaking to watch the mother and son go at it. Richard turned on the video, which projected Darren and Gloria up on the big screen. The sight of themselves made Gloria and Darren stop momentarily to look, but they quickly got right back in the grove.
Gloria realized that she really missed her son pound his big juicy cock in her. No matter how many men she screwed, none of them compared to the feel of her son inside of h