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[Note: Mother Debbie, the famous advisor of cuckold husbands, is the creation of
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inspiration from Dee Dee, wherever you are now. :-( ]

Hello, out there on the World Wide Web. This is Mother Debbie with another
edition of my Internet column for those of you who need the kind of advice I
offer.

Well, let's turn to today's case. It's a little out of the ordinary. I call
it: "Sherry's Mom."

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Dear Mother Debbie,

I know you usually help only cuckolded men and wimp husband wannabes, but I read
your very perceptive reply to the young woman in "A Woman Who Loves Men" and I
was hoping you could help me as well.

The problem is my daughter, Sherry. She is eighteen and married to Ralph, a
nice young banker and fairly handsome. I had my reservations about him when I
noticed that Sherry never talked about him fucking her on dates. Of course I
know it's normal for high school girls going out with grown men to fuck behind
their mothers' backs, but I gradually came to the conclusion that he wasn't
fucking Sherry at all! I checked her panties for semen and never found any.
More ominously, she always came home still wearing them! And not only panties.
My daughter actually wore pantyhose on dates! I hadn't worn pantyhose since the
time I missed getting fucked when a boy came while trying to get me out of them.
Hell it' not easy even to masturbate in the stupid things!

Sherry had met Ralph in of those fanatical religious groups that tell people not
to have sex before marriage, but I never dreamed that my Sherry, who had started
getting herself off at eleven when her tits started their very successful
progression down the alphabet, would actually go for that stuff. How else is a
woman to know if a guy has a big enough cock and a strong enough sex drive to
keep her well filled and well fucked the way she needs? I told her going to the
altar without having a bun in the oven was risky, but she wouldn't listen.

I should have known that if this Ralph were the man for Sherry, he'd have
whipped out a cock that put her 9" vibrator to shame and waited until she fell
on her knees to worship it. Still, it didn't seem too important at the time. I
encouraged Sherry to get Ralph to marry her because he could afford to bring up
lots of babies for my Sherry. Ralph himself is a bit dim, but his family money
is BRIGHT green. Of course he is totally in love with my Sherry. What man
wouldn't be? Sherry takes after me, funny, intelligent, and made for sex --
narrow waist, long blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, 5'9" (she towers over
Ralphie, even without her trademark 5-inch heels), and 37D breasts. She differs
from me in just one important way; she is not interested in cuckolding the
little wimp.

I admit this is partly my fault. When she was growing up I was so busy bringing
home lovers to service my own ravenous pussy and to keep Dan (that's my darling
hubby) with lots of tasty mouthfuls of cum to drink from my well-used twat, that
I didn't want Sherry around to get in the way. I was forever sending her over
to her Aunt Joyce's house when she was little. I guess I did not realize how
much an impressionable young girl can be influenced by another adult. My little
sister does not approve of my lifestyle and passed this distaste on to my
Sherry. By the time she was a teenager and I was ready to bring her in on the
fun, Sherry was totally in Joyce's orbit and refused even to help me do
threesomes, much less pull trains for my friends.

Hell, the silly girl wouldn't even fuck her own Uncle Bob. Can you imagine?
And Joyce's husband is one horny bastard; I've fucked him enough times to know.
I'm practically the poor guy's only outlet when he's in town. Joyce doesn't
want any kids and will only fuck him about once a month when she's super safe.
I felt sorry for Bob with two sexy women around the house, neither of whom would
so much as give him a blowjob. He's no stud like my lovers, but he's no pencil
dick like my husband either. He deserved to have his sexy little niece fucking
him on the side at the very least.

Anyway, back to MY problem. Sherry has been married for almost a year now and
her belly remains disappointingly flat as a board. She has let slip that Ralph
only screws her about once a week, which is terrible, but still ought to be
enough, don't you think? I'm afraid this Ralph is seriously under-powered in
the in the baby-making department. I have, of course, hinted at the obvious
solution, letting Sherry use one of my well-hung lovers, but she will have
nothing of it. She is even talking about adopting. Damned if I'm going to see
Ralph's money wasted rearing someone else's bastard when he could be paying for
my daughter's bastard!

I'm thirty-five years old, Mother Debbie. I deserve grandchildren! My question
is, how?

Sherry's Mom

*****

Dear Sherry's Mom,

Oh, dear, you do have a problem and one that many women like you have, arising
from excessive discretion about your affairs around your children. Mother
Debbie does not enjoy saying, "I told you so," but she recommends much more
blatant cuckolding in order to set a good example for daughters. After all, if
a little girl doesn't see her mom walking into the house from a date in sexy
get-ups, hair disheveled, and with her lovers' cum running down her legs after a
last minute fuck the car, or hear Mommy in her bedroom braying for some
well-hung guy to fuck a baby into her while her daddy watches, how is she going
to learn? And since you don't mention any other children, I take it YOU have
been having so much fun you've neglected to let your lovers give your hubby a
houseful of little bastards to rear. No wonder you have a problem child!

However, Mother Debbie is here to help, not to lecture on child rearing. Since
your daughter has been exposed to her Aunt Joyce's pernicious attitude toward
sex and your own failure to set a positive example, her attitude is
understandable. The solution is staring you in the face. It's not too late to
change those inappropriate role models. You'd better start with changing Joyce,
for if at this point Sherry sees you starting to flaunt your infidelities, she
could reject you entirely. Try first to open up your repressed sister to the
joys of extra-marital sex with a strapping stud fucktoy. (Sounds like the woman
needs it!) If Sherry sees her admired Aunt Joyce becoming a proper slut and
then you begin to show her you are the same, that should do the trick.

Let me know how you fare.

Best wishes for a cheating, preggy daughter,

Mother Debbie

*****

Dear Mother Debbie,

You are a genius! That dumb sister of mine is finished as an "example" for my
Sherry. I took care of her, good!

Let me tell it from the beginning.

Well, I followed your advice and started getting closer to Joyce, inviting her
over for lunch occasionally and sometimes meeting her for a drink in the
afternoons. I told her of my worries about Ralph. Not only did she NOT share
my concerns; she was horrified that Sherry was fucking "like a minx" (once a
week?) without protection and thought she was damned lucky NOT to be pregnant.
And although we were getting to be better friends, I was making no headway when
I occasionally hinted that Joyce ought to get herself a hunky young lover and
start letting him fuck her silly.

Fortunately, about this time I had met Leroy, a big, bad, gansta rapper who was
now fucking my lights out so often and so well I hardly had time to worry about
Sherry. Still, I did mention to him one time wanting to loosen up Joyce.

"Nuttin' loosen up a marri'd white woman faster'n a big black cock in her
pussy," Leroy opined. I'd certainly been feeling a good bit looser since Leroy
had been reaming ME with his beautiful fuck pole (my Dan is in heaven with the
amounts of cum I bring home for him to lick out), so I had to agree.

From this conversation emerged a plan. Leroy knew of a club in a small hotel
owned by a brother -- superficially decent and in a good part of town -- where
white wives went to meet their black lovers. I figured I could get Joyce to go
there with me. "Din ya puts dis in 'er drink," he said handing me a small
envelope of white powder. "Makes a woman hornier'n a skunk."

A little taken aback, I asked if he'd ever put that in MY drink.

"Yose ALREADY hornier'n two skunks," Leroy snorted. "I'd be wastin' yo money."

I could see the point about my money. I wasn't exactly paying Leroy by the
fuck, but I was "helping finance his next album."

Making sure the fateful meeting occurred when Joyce was fertile was MY idea.
She had changed her tampon over at my house the week before and I did the
arithmetic. We met at 5:00 p.m. and by 7:00 p.m. I had her pretty tipsy. Bob
was out of town on a business trip (and probably happily at last getting laid)
so Joyce had no excuse to hurry home. The hot jazz was soft and by the time the
mixed couples started drifting in, Joyce was too high to notice the giggles and
gasps of little white wives being warmed up by their black boyfriends for a long
night of hard fucking.

When I saw Leroy walk in, I poured the powder in Joyce's drink. He was right;
*I* didn't need to be drugged. Leroy in that black tee shirt, his muscles
rippling and his tight pants doing nothing to hide a massive woman pleaser,
almost made me come in my panties (except Leroy doesn't let me wear any). He
waited long enough for Joyce to start fidgeting. It was dark, but she was
breathing heavily and I could see she was flushed with arousal.

Then Leroy strolled over was to our table and asked me to dance. I pretended to
be surprised but accepted, leaving my sister horny and confused. We didn't go
far, putting on a show for her. Leroy pulled me tightly against him and ground
his crotch into my pussy in time with the music. It was mainly for her benefit,
but I was loving every minute of being expertly fondled and humped by this sexy
black stud. I wasn't faking the orgasm out on the dance floor when his hand
slithered into my skirt and his thick middle finger slid into my wet, inviting
twat.

Joyce was glassy-eyed with excitement when Leroy brought me back panting to the
table and extended his hand toward her. I could hardly keep from laughing as
Joyce struggled with herself. She'd never done anything like this (she was even
prejudiced, as I had been until I felt my first black cock in me), but the drug
and watching Leroy get me off just a few feet in front of her, had made her
crazy with lust. "It's OK, baby, you'll enjoy it," I reassured her. The
combination was too much; she lifted her hand and let Leroy lead her to the
dance floor.

I was surprised with Leroy's finesse and self-control. He did not immediately
attack her as he had me. Rather he led her around the floor, dancing
beautifully, letting her relax. Only gradually did he pull Joyce close and that
was more to let her melt into his arms than to imprison her in his embrace. It
almost made me jealous to see him seducing my little sister; of course I'd never
given him the chance to seduce me.

When he brought her back, she was purring and didn't object when he sat her down
between us. She downed the last of her spiked drink and snuggled next to Leroy,
closing her eyes as she lay her head on his shoulder. He had told me the drug
would make her a bit drowsy as well as horny, so I wasn't surprised that her
eyes remained closed when Leroy started unbuttoning her blouse and removed her
bra. She just moaned softly as Leroy's thick lips took possession of one nipple
while his hand toyed gently with the other breast. If she had looked up, she'd
have seen half the women in the club topless and being felt up by now.

I couldn't keep my hand out of my pussy as I watched Leroy slowly work Joyce
into a sleepy frenzy. She did open her eyes wide when she felt his hand begin
to stroke her pussy, but I don't think she saw anything, so high was she with
arousal. I covered her mouth with a kiss to keep her from crying out when Leroy
touched her clit and triggered a violent climax.

The booths in the club were well deigned for this sort of thing and Leroy and I
soon had Joyce out of her damned pantyhose and laid out on the seat, her flowing
pussy open to Leroy's magic tongue. I knew she had never let Bob eat her.
Having heard how horny women get when a man eats them, she didn't want to risk
letting her husband get her excited on the wrong day. But here she was, with a
black man she'd never seen before between her legs climaxing her in a downtown
club. Maybe it was the drug or maybe Joyce is even more of a natural slut than
me, but Leroy's tongue in her love box was making my repressed little sister
come like a string of cheap firecrackers. The air was filled with cries of
adulterous pleasure so I stopped trying to keep her quiet and began busily
sucking her tits. Leroy later told me later that he had never had a woman who
squirted when she climaxed. I was a little jealous.

A half hour of successive orgasms later, I figured Joyce didn't know her own
name, much less remember she had been a normal housewife who normally refused to
fuck her husband. Leroy and I guided her to the room we had reserved. We
finished stripping her (except for her heels; Leroy likes to fuck women in
heels) and laid her out on the bed. Walking up to the room and the time to
fully undress her must have let the effects of the drug and the cunnilingus
downstairs to diminish, because when Leroy started to nose his prick into her
pussy, Joyce began to object. "No, please, ... don't fuck me. Can't ...
can't come in me ... now ...ovulating." She was barely coherent, but she knew
what was about to happen.

Leroy just continued to tease her pussy with his cock. There were probably
enough sperm just in the pre-cum that was dribbling into the portal of her
fuckhole to knock up all the white wives in the city, but we weren't taking any
chances. I put my lips close to her ear and whispered, "It's OK, honey. You've
got such a sexy body, Joyce, you need a baby. You'll look so good with a big
pregnant belly, honey, those pretty titties of yours full of milk for Leroy's
baby. And it feels so good, sweetie, that hot, potent semen flooding into your
fertile little puss. I know you're horny, baby. Just relax and let Leroy put
his big cock in you and knock you up good."

It could have been my words that pushed her over the edge, but more likely it
was the sensation of Leroy's huge love tool brushing against her clit. Suddenly
she threw her body up at Leroy, impaling herself on his cock. "Oh, shit
Yessssss!" she screamed. "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me you stud, I need it so
bad!"

Again I was surprised that Leroy restrained himself, slowly moving only part of
that ten-inch baby maker in and out of Joyce with deliberate stokes. Joyce was
going crazy flailing and humping, trying to get more of Leroy into her, begging
to be fucked. "Yo sho yo wants dis Miss Joyce? Yo know what happens to horny
white wives who get big black cocks in their pussies? Yo wants me to fuck a big
black baby into yo little white belly?" His constant teasing of the aroused
woman's gushing pussy belied his words of concern.

"Yes, anything!" she gasped. "Stick it in me all the way. Give me your baby,
you black fucker; make me your slut whore, but fuck me, fuck meeeeEEEEE!" Joyce
spasmed like a stuck pig when Leroy plunged in and released a torrent of thick
potent sperm into the delirious woman. I was amazed to see him continue to move
in her as if he were pumping her womb full of jism, which set Joyce off on a new
string of orgasms. When I saw her at last fall unconscious, overwhelmed by
Leroy's masterful breeding, I realized I had covered my hand with my own
salty-sweet spend again. Leroy wasn't even sweating.

"Guess dat fix her," he said with a satisfied smile, starting to get up.

God I wanted him right them, but looking at Joyce's ravaged cunt, leaking semen,
I shook my head. "No Leroy, you can't leave her yet," I implored. "Not after
just one real fuck. She deserves a real black sexing. What if she's not
pregnant? Better stay and keep her filled all night, just in case."

He looked at me doubtfully. I like to think he was reluctant because he wanted
ME, but the thought of ensuring a black baby in Joyce's unused womb was enough.
I got him a beer from the room's minibar while he waited to screw my uptight
little sister a second time. I left after Leroy brought Joyce to another set of
screaming orgasms and filled her again with another load of potent fuck-fluid.

If you are expecting me to say I let Leroy spend the next several weeks fucking
Joyce silly, you don't know me. Hell, *I* needed his massive love muscle in MY
cunt to keep me satisfied too badly to share, even to knock up my bitch sister.
Besides, I figured once was enough with Leroy's semen in my little sister's
unprotected white twat.

And I was right. Twins, and they're going to be DARK BROWN!

Happy Sherry's Mom

*****

Dear Sherry's Mom,

I'm just thrilled for you, dear, AND for your sister. The story you tell is a
fairly typical one. Few white wives can resist an experienced breeder like your
Leroy. Now that she's going to have a black baby, I'm sure I don't need to tell
Joyce to keep Bob fucked seven ways from Sunday. Mother Debbie cannot
understand how a wife can deny her husband the pleasure of fucking a drippy,
pregnant pussy, especially if she doesn't want him to raise a fuss when that
curly little head pops out of her baby chute in a few months. If Joyce keeps
Bob's prick limp, my guess is that by then he'll be so damned happy to have a
horny wife at last, he won't care.

One down and one to go.

Keep me posted.

Mother Debbie

*****

Dear Mother Debbie,

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I followed your advice and my Sherry is
PREGNANT. Not only does she have a big smooth belly, ballooning tits, and that
dumb, sleepy, horny look that men love to see on knocked up women, but also the
father is black! Moreover, my bitchy little sister Joyce is nursing twins that
are DARK BROWN <yes!> and - oops - I'm going to have a little one, myself.
<giggle> Let me tell you all about it.

In the previous letter I told you about arranging for Leroy to breed my uptight
little sister. Well not long thereafter, I found out from her husband just how
well my lover had reset Joyce's priorities. "She's insatiable!" Bob half
complained, half boasted, explaining why he hadn't come to me for relief
recently. "She wants it EVERY night, every morning. Suddenly she lets me, hell
she demands, that I eat her before we fuck and she screams when she comes like a
little banshee."

"Good for you, stud," I laughed. "When did this start?" As if I didn't know.

"Since I got back from that last trip. And that's not all. She has stopped
making me use condoms and has started talking about wanting to be pregnant. Can
you believe it? After five years of me trying to talk her into letting me knock
her up, now all she can think about is babies? I don't know what's got into
her."

I knew what, but I didn't say anything.

"And she's dressing like a woman, too," he said, his eyes gleaming with pride.
"She's begun wearing micro miniskirts and open-toe high heel sandals. She has
trashed all those goddamned pantyhose I detest and got some proper stockings at
last. She's letting her hair grow out and has started using the jewelry I love:
bangles and necklaces and loopy earrings and anklets. And she's finally wearing
some of the sexy nightwear I've been giving her for birthdays, anniversaries,
Valentine's Days, and Mother's Day ever since we were married. She even lets me
take her out dancing!"

I congratulated Bob on his good fortune of finally having the kind of hot wife
that all men desire but few have. I hinted that it was HIS innate sexiness that
had finally broken through Joyce's frigid shell. He felt so good about himself,
he fucked me silly that day.

I was happy for my long-suffering brother-in-law, but I figured that if Joyce
was THAT eager for him (who's just an ordinarily well-hung white guy, nothing
like my Leroy), she must be getting some on the side, too. The clothes and
jewelry were a give away. Damn few wives dress up in full slut-wear as Bob
described just to keep their husbands fucking them. And it turned out I was
right!

A few months after Joyce had happily broken the news she was pregnant (I noticed
she didn't say, "Bob and I are having a baby"), Sherry burst in on me one day in
tears. "Oh, Mom, I can't believe it! I thought Aunt Joyce was such a good
woman!"

I kept to myself the opinion that she'd only recently started acting like a
"good woman."

"You won't believe what I saw!" You, Mother Debbie will not be surprised,
although my daughter was, that she had caught her Aunt Joyce in bed with her
Jamaican gardener getting her lights fucked out. "And she was ENJOYING it," my
silly daughter wailed, "like a whore."

Of course I pretended to be just as shocked as Sherry was, but secretly I was a
little jealous. I had seen Trevor, who can't be more than 18, tall with creamy
brown skin, and I had wondered how long it would take the new Joyce to get that
handsome young stud's cock between her legs. Things were really moving along
well.

With the image of her "perfect" Aunt Sherry destroyed, Sherry became a lot
closer to me. She and Ralph began to drop over for dinner. Ralph and Dan had
become good friends; I guess Dan saw a potential soul mate in Ralph. He must
have known what was coming.

Leroy didn't have a "thing" about fucking his women in their husbands' beds; he
found it more convenient that I went downtown for our frequent fuckfests.
Consequently Sherry had never seen him, much less seen him making her mom bellow
in ecstasy as he pounded my pussy with his woman tamer.

I clued Dan in, but decided that surprise would be best with Sherry and Ralph.
I planned a big anniversary dinner for "my kids." I was not surprised by now
that Ralph was NOT planning a night on the town with my sexy daughter (and
getting her drunk and fucking the shit out of her and a baby into her) so they
accepted. They didn't even think it strange that I planned the celebration for
a day that did not correspond exactly with their anniversary, but did correspond
exactly with Sherry's most fertile period. (OK, I admit; I'm a tampon snoop.)

I had them come rather early, before Dan had the dinner ready. We sat on the
couch for a while and talked and they drank. "I suppose you know why I invited
you two over, don't you?" I said at last.

"Yes, thank you, Mother Jackson," Ralph replied happily, glancing shyly at my
gorgeous daughter, " Because it's our anniversary?"

"Well, yes, that is the occasion, Ralphie, but not the real reason," I replied,
encouragingly. "I thought by now you two might have something you wanted to ...
tell me." I leaned forward slightly.

"Er, 'tell you,' Mother Jackson?" Ralph asked.

"Of course, dear," I replied kindly. "You don't have to be shy with me. It's
very normal for a young couple, especially this long after the honeymoon. I
wanted to be the first to know."

"'Know,' uh ... what?" Ralph asked, glancing over at Sherry who must have
guessed, as she was biting her lip and clasping and unclasping her hands.

"I mean have you knocked my daughter up yet, Ralph!" I replied, unable to
restrain my annoyance longer. His naivete was almost criminal. "It was
embarrassing enough that Sherry didn't have a nice bulging tummy for the wedding
ceremony, though that was partly her fault," I admitted. "But now twelve MONTHS
have gone by, boy. Any normal man would have had a sexy woman like Sherry
nursing one baby by now and working in a second one!"

"Mother, please!" Sherry interjected in defense of her cringing husband. "This
is a very private matter between the two of us."

"I agree getting a baby fucked into your little belly is private! I didn't ask
to WATCH, although that would be sexy," I leered. "I'm just interested in
results. You're almost nineteen, young lady. This is the most fertile time of
your life. You should be popping out grandchildren for me once a year.
Remember what happened to your Aunt Rita. She didn't start until she was over
twenty and now and she is going two or more years between babies. At this rate,
she'll barely reach a dozen and SHE has both her husband's brothers helping
her."

"Excuse me, mother Jackson, but Sherry is right," Ralph interjected. "When and
how many children we have or don't have is none of your business."

"Now Ralphie, you can't really mean that. I'm Sherry's mother. I'm only
interested in seeing her pregnant for the next twenty years, as any prospective
grandmother would be. What's wrong with you, anyway, son? Are you shooting
blankozoids? I admit she had the absurd idea of not having sex before the
marriage, but what kind of boyfriend were you to take that shit? If all else
failed, you should have taken the silly filly out one night and slipped a baby
into her while she was drunk. I swear, I can't figure out youngsters nowadays!"

Ralph had turned white, but I was letting all my pent-up frustration out.

"I'm sorry to say, Ralph, I think you were selfish and irresponsible to ask a
beautiful girl like Sherry to marry you without at least fucking her stupid for
a few months. You've proven to be inadequate. I made that mistake with
Sherry's daddy. I never thought it could happen to my precious daughter!"

Ralph was stunned to see me so riled, but I continued, "Well, that's water over
the dam, but what about now?" I demanded. "You've been fucking my daughter for
a year. A little minx like her could fuck, what, three times a day? More on
weekends, I guess? You could fill her hot little cunt, say, twice each
session..." I feigned being lost in her mental calculation. "Cum load for an
average man is three ounces." I cast a disparaging glance at my son-in-law.
"Say, one-half ounce for YOU ... makes ...<mumble mumble> ... over eight gallons
of spunk you've had time to pump into my little girl! That's enough to give her
a swollen belly right there." I concluded.

"Mother," Sherry exclaimed. "You've got it all wrong. I don't let Ralph to do
me nearly that often."

"What? Your loving husband doesn't fuck you three times a day? What kind of
man you marry, anyway, honey?"

"Well, it's not all Ralph's fault. Aunt Joyce always told me it isn't proper
for a wife to have sex that often. We cant, you know, just RUT all the time
like animals, especially if I don't want to get pregnant."

"Joyce, that knocked-up hypocrite who is fucking her gardener, her driver, and
half the appliance repairmen in town?" I exclaimed, "I knew I should never have
let you hang out with that crazy church crowd. And you?"

I turned on Ralph with fire in my eyes "You put up with that kind of frigidity?
What kind of man doesn't fuck a wife just because she says she doesn't want to?
A real man would take her and paw her until the little bitch was crying for it.
You ought to be screwing my girl's brains out. After a few good hard fucks,
she'd have begged you for it. That's what Leroy does to me."

"Leroy?" Sherry asked.

"Don't play games, Sherry! You know I've got to have a stud oiling my clock
every day. For the last few months, it's been Leroy. I don't know what I'd
have done without him," I sighed and smiled for the first time. "Now there's a
man! I'll guarantee you, Sherry, Leroy would have you knocked up in orbit by
now."

"I'm not a shameless hussy like you, Mother. How can you even think about me
being unfaithful to my darling Ralph."

"Don't tell me YOU don't!"

"Of course I don't!" Sherry protested.

"Then what ARE you thinking about when you have this buried in your twat, you
horny little bitch?" I asked triumphantly and pulled out a huge black dildo.

"Where did you find ... er, what do you mean, Mother?" Sherry stammered.

"I took it yesterday from your nightstand, the same second drawer you've kept
your toys in since you were 12, Sherry. That was the reason I was never too
worried about you running around with those religious nuts, promising to remain
a virgin and all that nonsense. I knew that every night you were sneaking back
into your room fucking yourself silly with Junior here. I could hear you
writhing in ecstasy and moaning 'Fuck me, you big black bastard, fuck me
pregnant.'"

"Sherry!" Ralph exclaimed in shock. "You were ... 'touching yourself,' even
when we were dating?"

"Of course she was," I snapped. "All women do. We have to masturbate
frequently; very few men can give a woman all the hard-pounding sex we require
and the ones who can have several women to take care of. Even if you did her
several times a day, a healthy young woman like Sherry would still need lots of
sex toys to keep her mental equilibrium. Without six or seven good,
gut-wrenching orgasms a day we girls become bitchy and hysterical."

Sherry had turned crimson.

"I certainly was, even though I was spending several hours a day with my
vibrator. I was nearly a wreck, until I met Leroy. I don't blame Sherry for
getting off," I added sternly. "Especially since you were falling down on your
marital duties. I just blame her for settling for an artificial fuck stick that
can no more put a baby in that belly than you can, apparently. Lemme see your
equipment, Ralph!"

"What are you talking about, Mother Jackson"

"Your baby-making tool, dammit!" The boy was starting to get on my nerves.
"Your dick, your cock, your prick, your Johnson!" I snapped.

"She means she want to see your penis, Ralph," Sherry tried to explain more
reasonably.

"Mother Jackson! You expect me to expose my private parts in front of both of
you? Why I turn the lights out when we're going to ... you know ... to spare
Sherry the trauma of having to look at a man's...."

"What crap!" I exploded. "A real man shows off his dong every time he gets a
chance, 'cause he knows seeing a nice slice of slit salami turns a woman into a
mush of rutting woman flesh. So, fish it out and lets see it, buster."

"Do as she says, dear," Sherry said, reaching over to unbutton Ralph's pants, "I
have been rather curious, myself."

"My god! Jockey shorts and I don't see a bulge," I exclaimed as Ralph's pants
dropped around his ankles. "Go ahead. Pull down your shorts, honey, Mom wants
to see your sweet little thingie," Sherry said. Mortified, Ralph complied.

"Oh!" I could hear the disappointment in Sherry's voice as Ralphie's worm peeked
out from his shorts.

"I don't believe it!" I gasped. "It's even smaller than my Dan's! How do you
expect to get a girl pregnant with that thing? Get that thing out of my sight.
Why that's not a cock, it's a weenie!" I paused.

"Speaking of weenies ...Dan," I called into the kitchen, "Is dinner ready?"

"Almost, darling," he sang. "I can serve the salad, but it'll be another few
minutes for the Knockwurst."

Ralph was still in shock but Sherry helped him pull up his pants and led him to
the table. Sherry gasped when Dan brought in a platter with a huge black
sausage seemingly plugged deep into a mound of blond sauerkraut. I moistened at
the very apt image. A well I might. That very afternoon, before Dan started
dinner, I'd been warming that cool, round thick sausage in my steamy cunt,
helping assuage the frustration of waiting for this night.

We had just begun to eat when the doorbell rang. Pretending surprise, I went to
the door. "Why Leroy, what are you doing here?" Sherry and Ralph were shocked
to see a huge black man step inside, pull me into his arms, and deliver a kiss
that curled my toenails.

"Yo gonna know what Ise here fo, woman. I ain't had a piece yo fat ass in two
days. Wherse yo been keepin'?"

"Sherry, Ralph, I'd like you to meet my - uuuh -- friend Leroy, I squealed as he
dragged me over towards the couch, already starting to paw my tits. "Leroy,
honey, we were having a family dinner, I'm afraid I don't have any cornbread and
turnip greens," I apologized.

"Don't matter. I comes to fuck. Only thing I needs to eat is right here," he
growled and flung up my skirt and thrust a couple of fingers into my cunt. "Das
good," he grinned, "yo be nice and juicy fo Leroy," and plunged his head between
my legs.

Leroy's tongue in my twat never fails to make me come and I felt a big one
approach, but I was still able to appreciate the shocked looks on Sherry's and
Ralph's faces and Dan's proud smile as I began to moan and thrash about. "Oh,
yes, Leroy DARLING! ... Eat me, eat me! ... I love it! ... Oh, shit, YES! ...
Like that. ... Make me ...Aaahhiiii!"

One of the things I like about Leroy is that he is never content to eat me to
just one come. Even as I was recovering from that first assault, his tongue was
still busy. Sherry was still gaping.

"Mother! What are you doing letting a man, and not even Daddy, put his mouth
down ... THERE?"

"Oh, Sherry," I gasped as Leroy probed me, "I love your Daddy's mouth, but no
one can make me come like Leroy can. they're so ... oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-YEEEEEES!"
Another orgasm took me.

My eyes were just starting to uncross when Leroy grinned up at me, "Yo ready fo
some my black python in dat sloppy silt 'o yose, woman?" He didn't need to wait
for an answer but stood, dropped him pants and waved his monster love muscle at
me. "Is dis what yo wants from Leroy?"

"Oh, yessss!" I hissed. "Fuck me you black bastard, you know I need it!"

"Yo sho' does," he agreed. "Yose one o' da horniest, nastiest white bitches
Leroy ever seen. Ise gonna fuck de shit otta dis drippin' white pussy o' yose!"

"Mother," Sherry cried, "You can't let him put that thing in you; It'll split
you ...

"Oh, yes, Leroy. Welcome HOME!" I interrupted her as Leroy's cock easily
plumbed my pussy depths, his fat testicles audible slapping against my ass.
"Give it to me Leroy, oh, yes! Fuck your white whore!"

"My God, Mother! It's ... it's so much bigger than ..." Sherry stammered.

"It IS darling <puff> Much bigger than your Daddy's. <ugggg> That's why I have
to get some from Leroy <fufff> every day! There's nothing <pant> like having
thirteen inches <uhhh> of prime black cock <ahhh> stuffed in your <gasp>
pussssssyyyyy."

Partly this was scripted for Sherry's benefit, but there was nothing feigned
about my babbling pleasure as Leroy slowly sawed his manhood in and out of me.
Did he ever have me going.! "Yes sweetheart, his cock IS much bigger than Dan
<ufff>. Your daddy is wonderful at cleaning up <ghaaa> my poor punished pussy
with his tender sucking mouth when Leroy <oooohh> finishes with me, but for real
fucking <uuuuh>, I need a cock - Yes, like that, Leroy! Deeper! <thuu> Do want
to see it better <uuh> honey? Come here and watch <uuuuh> what real sex <uhh
uhh> with a real man <puuuph> is like. <ahhhhhhaa>

I think Ralph tried to hold her back, but Sherry was already under the spell of
the huge black cock that was disappearing into and reappearing from my horny
quim more and more rapidly, turning her mother's pussy juice to froth. Getting
as close as she dared, she leaned forward looking almost directly down on her
mother happily getting her brains screwed out.

"Go ahead, honey <uhh-uhh> touch it." I encouraged.

She reached out a finger and gingerly touched the tip to Leroy's drenched pussy
pleaser and jerked her hand back as if burned.

"Yeah, girl, touch it. Das da cock yo slutty Momma needs in her cheatin' cunt,
da cock make her come like a crazy woman. She can't get enough." I could
hardly concentrate on his narration. "Das da cock gonna shoot her full of fuck
juice 'til it run out 'er eyeballs and put a little black baby in her. "Yo
wants to stand dere and watch Leroy preg up yo Momma? Yo can wave at you little
brodda o' sista as he go by."

Pregnant? Baby? Hold on. That wasn't part of the plan. But, -- oh shit - I
had been so excited about putting on a good show to arouse my daughter, I forgot
to make sure Leroy put on a condom before doing ME! And -- quadruple shit - I
was fertile this weekend, just as Sherry was! My protests, interrupted by gaps
of ecstasy as Leroy pounded my toward climax, were right out of a classic DW
tale.

"No, no, Leroy! No baby! You've got to stop. Put on a rubber. You'll get me
pregnant."

"Stop fuckin' yo?"

He did pause for a moment, leaving me stuffed with his fuck-log. It was
torture. "No, Leroy, I need you to fuck me, but don't come in me. Oh shit,
fuck me, you know I need it. Oh, baby, fuck me," I almost wailed

"Das what I thought, bitch. Getin' fucked is what yo wants and fillin' yo wid
my baby juice is what I wants. At last I got my bareback cock in dat slutty
pussy o' yose an Ise givin' yo a Leroy Black Baby Special. Gonna fill yo full
of my hot thick jizz and yo gits what all de slutty white wives gits sooner or
later, a bellyful of black bastard. An," he slowed down again, teasing me,
driving me crazy with lust for his cock, "Miz Joyce say tell yo, yose not de
only one can snoop a tampon."

"NO, noooooo," I groaned, but I was too far gone to stop him. He was fucking me
divinely with loud sloshing sounds, brushing my clit with his pubic hair with
every thrust and pushing me ever closer to the Big O.

"See yo Momma hump me, girl," he gloated to Sherry. "She want dis. Her womb
been wantin' my baby fo' a long time, but her head'd been gittin' in de way."

I was in heaven and hell, seconds from climax. He was about to shoot his load
deep inside my unprotected womb, to knock me up just as he had Joyce and several
of my friends. I thought *I* could outsmart him, but his cock and my reptile
brain had ganged up on my tiny gray frontal cortex; all I could do was hump
back.

As he continued ramming me with his cock, I forgot all about rubbers and bloated
tummies as my white ass fell into in perfect rhythm with his black ass, slamming
into me. We fucked like pigs then to my surprise, I started moaning, "Fuck me
you stud, empty those big black nuts in my belly, make me pregnant, come in me
Leroy, plant your black seed deep." I looked up helplessly at Sherry's
lust-glazed eyes for a moment and then it hit me, a cataclysmic orgasm.

"Das it, bitch, come good on Leroy's cock. Show missy here how a slutty white
pussy gets ready for Leroy's baby-makin' fuck-cream ... it ... CUM!"

I felt a gusher of hot jizz blast into me and carom against the walls of my
overheated cunt. I howled again as yet another orgasm convulsed me. It was the
hardest, longest lasting orgasm he'd ever given me. When I could think again, I
knew why; Leroy had done it, put his baby in me.

I might know, but Leroy wasn't taking chances. He rolled me a little so not to
crush me with his weight, but basically kept my pussy plugged with his cock,
letting his semen pool up deep around my cervix. He wanted his wigglers IN.
And as I lay there panting from three climaxes, secure in the arms of this
magnificent male, I realized that I wanted it, too. I was going to be a mommy
again. I'd been having fun fucking this beautiful stud for months, but now that
he was giving me a baby I broke done and sobbed for joy, clinging to him like a
little girl after her first fuck. "Thank you, Leroy, thank you for giving me a
baby! Thank you"

With the deed, done, Leroy showed a softer side. "Don' cry, Miz Jackson, yose
gonna be a fine Momma for Leroy's baby. And don't yo worry, Leroy gonna keep
fuckin his white ho all de time 'til yo pops out dat little brown baby."

I was recovering from the greatest fuck of my life when I finally looked up a
Sherry. She was still gazing in awe at Leroy, but her hand had disappeared
under the band of her skirt. Leroy noticed too. "'Scuse me, Miz Jackson, but
yo daughter look like she need a Leroy baby, husef."

Sherry shook her head as Leroy rose from the couch where he had nailed me, but
she didn't move. I guess part of Leroy's success with us women is to know when
to be soft and when to be firm, even cruel. He smiled tenderly and pulled
Sherry's hand from her pussy and brought it gently to his mouth. Mother Debbie,
I had never seen anything so erotic as that huge black man sucking cunt juices
from my daughter's nasty little white fingers. I came again, I swear.

"Yo sho does tastes sweet, girl," Leroy told her sincerely. "Tastes like yo
little white pussy's got pretty wet while yo watched yo sexy momma get black
bred, huh?. Lemme feel. Drop yo skirt, girl"

Sherry shook her head again, but she was staring at his glistening cock and
unfastened the skirt and let it fall to the floor. Leroy motioned for her to
turn around. "Nice ass, girl. Yo takes after yo momma, but I ain't never seen
such un-sexy panties. Dem sho ain't de fuck-me panties dat a marri'd woman
outta be wearin', but den, all yose 'spected to get in 'em was yo hubby's little
fo' incher, so guess I don't blame ya. Better take 'em off for Leroy"

Sherry looked frightened but hooked her thumbs and shimmied the white cotton
panty over her hips. I could smell her excitement from where I was. She
shivered slightly as Leroy appraised her.

"Let's see dem tits too." Sherry didn't need to be instructed and dutifully
shucked her blouse and released her large firm breasts from the bra. Leroy
whistled, impressed. "Damn fine baby-feeders, girl. Yose gonna make a GOOD
momma with dem tits." Sherry moaned slightly as Leroy took one in his hand and
began to fondle a nipple.

"Sherry, no!" Ralph cried out. "Don't let him touch you!"

Hell, I'd forgotten about Ralph. Evidently Sherry had, too. She was so caught
up with letting Leroy work her large sensitive breasts, I don't think she even
heard him. Shaking off my post-orgasmic lethargy, I got up and went over to
Ralph on the other sofa. I had to make sure he didn't do anything foolish.

"It's OK, Ralphie," I cooed. "Leroy is going to make our Sherry very happy.
You want to see your beautiful white wife sexually satisfied for once, don't
you?"

"Yes, ... but ... but ... he's ..."

"He sure is, honey; he's sexing her up so good. Look how that finger in her
cunt makes her squirm, Ralphie. He's making her want it so bad, getting her
ready for some hot fucking."

"But Mother Jackson, Sherry is ovulating this weekend. If she ... if he ..."

"I know, Ralphie. Aren't you happy to see your beautiful wife being bred right
before your eyes? Few husbands get to see that so early in their marriage.
Aren't they a perfect couple? Our big, strong, womanly Sherry looks like a
little girl beside that magnificent male specimen. They're going to make such a
beautiful baby, Ralphie! Aren't you excited?"

I could tell he was because there was a small but noticeable lump in his crotch.
"Of course, you are, sweetheart!" I whispered in his ear, placing my hand
between his legs. "Seeing that marvelous stud make a baby in your pretty wife
must be a dream come true for a man like you, Ralph." I guessed a few minutes
ago he'd have thought it was a nightmare, but my hand stroking his little lump
through his pants, had him confused. "Is it frustrating, dear, knowing that a
superior man is going to be giving your wife the sexy pregnant belly she craves?
Come to Mother Jackson and let me make it better for you."

Ralph was perplexed, then seemed to understand and began to lower his pants so I
could fondle him better. I smiled and shook my head, pointing to my pussy, still
leaking Leroy's semen. "I'm going to show you a cuckold husband's greatest
pleasure, Ralphie, eating her lover's sperm from a freshly fucked woman."
Totally overwhelmed, the docile darling let me guide his head snug between my
thighs.

"That's it sweetie, lick me ... like that. Uuuu, Ralphie, that's sooo good ...
in there with your tongue ... uhhh." He was amazing. I wondered if some other
woman -- not my silly Sherry -- had taught him to eat pussy or if he was just a
natural submissive. "Yes, yes, Ralphie, eat me, sweetheart, eat your
mother-in-law!" I moaned. He was really getting into it. Maybe it was just his
sweet disposition, his desire to please a woman. He was so different from
Leroy. Leroy's tongue is strong and did wonderful things to me, but I knew it
was always for HIM. He did it just to get me hot, to make me crazy to fuck him.
Ralph was worshiping me with his mouth because *I* wanted him to. He would stay
there, pleasuring me until I made him stop.

Which I had no intention of doing anytime soon. A soft little orgasm washed
over me as Ralph's tongue found my clit. Sherry had chosen better than she
knew.

Sherry! The wonderful feeling of Ralphie's lips on my clitty had made me forget
about my daughter and Leroy, but my attention was jerked back when I heard
Sherry shriek and come violently. My lover had my daughter on her knees, her
big breasts smashed down against the rug as he took her - hard - from behind.
"Better git used to fuckin' like dis, bitch," Leroy was roaring. "When yo belly
git big with Leroy's baby, yo won't be able to get it no udda way!"

Sherry was drenched in sweat as Leroy pounded away at her, making her climax
almost constantly. The sounds coming from my daughter were poignant resignation
and unbelievable desire mixed. "Tell me what wants, girl. Tell me yo want's
Leroy to fuck a baby into yo marri'd white belly."

"Yes, yes," she wailed. "Fuck me Leroy, fuck your whore. Give me a baby,
anything, baby, but fuck me fuck meeeeeeeee!" Suddenly she went rigid and then
spasmed as Leroy roared like a Brahma bull proudly impregnating another heifer
from the herd. Maybe Ralph heard it too for at that moment he took my whole
clit in his mouth and I exploded again in orgasm.

*****

Well, that's the way it happened, Mother Debbie and Sherry and I couldn't be
happier. I don't know of anything that creates a stronger bond between a slutty
mother and her adulterous daughter than being knocked up at the same time by the
same black lover. We even did our pregnancy tests together -- she came over to
the house and we peed in the little cups at the same time and watched the cards
turn blue, mine then hers.

We squealed and danced around like teenagers when we realized that Leroy had
knocked us both up that same night. We spent the rest of the afternoon eating
each other out and talking about our babies. I was hoping for another little
girl I could rear to be a happy little slut. Sherry was more conventional,
wanting a boy to fuck. Later, to celebrate, I called Ralphie to come over and
we let him and Dan worship our now officially pregnant pussies. I was surprised
that Ralph had become and even better cuntlicker in the three weeks. My Sherry
had obviously been giving him intensive training. Someday he'd be better than
Dan. Lucky little slut.

Since then, we've been inseparable. Now that we are showing we like to dress up
in stocking s and heels and let Leroy take us to the mall together shopping for
sexy maternity dresses, shocking the sales girls when we both ask to have them
shortened by several inches so we can proudly display our growing tummies. We
have the same cravings, and I don't; mean just for Leroy's cock. <giggle> We
spend lots of quality time in bed stroking and loving and massaging each other's
smooth round bellies and kissing and fondling each other's swollen breasts. And
whenever we can -- he has other actual and perspective pregnant white wives to
attend to -- we get Leroy to come over and fuck us senseless seriatim. Then we
let Dan and Ralphie eat the thick goo from our satisfied little (well, not so
little now) pussies. The boys love it and adore us for arraigning the treat.

Dan, of course, is over the moon knowing he is going to be a daddy and getting
to eat my drippy, pregnant honey pot again after so many years. Ralph is still
not completely happy about a rearing a houseful of Sherry's multi-colored
bastards, (She's said next time she'd like to have a Latino baby.) But every
time she gets Ralphie's head between her legs for a few hours and lets him drink
her sweet, intoxicating pussy juice, especially when fortified with a lover's
semen and then makes him shoot his watery spend into her soft, lotion-slickened
hand, he "cums around" a little more.

Joyce, too, is ecstatic with her twins, big baby boys whose little chocolate
lips keep even Milky Joyce's udders almost drained. (To Bob's delight, her bust
size just exploded.) As you predicted, Bob is so happy having a sexy wife that
keeps his balls screwed off and now lets him nurse from her titties, he wouldn't
have cared if the babies were green and had tails! In turn, Joyce has fallen in
love with Bob all over again for being such a sport about her need for strange
cock. She is so grateful, she's promised to let HIM make her pregnant with the
next baby and all the even numbered ones from now on.

Thank you again, Mother Debbie. We owe it all to you!