Message-ID: <14604eli$9808222015@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Jon York" Subject: Story submission Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980820220258.2676.qmail@hotmail.com> Disclaimer: Don't read this if you're not supposed to. If you are allowed to read it, feel free to do whatever the hell you like with the story. MS BLAKE AND THE STRANGER by Jon York Comments to jyork101@hotmail.com John rode up to the ranch, pausing only once to look across the plain behind him, where the sun made it's way towards the horizon. It was a little after six in the evening, and it had taken him three days of almost solid riding to arrive here, after a brief respite in the town saloon. Just long enough to confirm some worrying rumours about his mother that had come to his attention. No one had recognised him as Nadine Blake's son, and with his thick beard and worn face it would be even-odds that his own mother would identify him. He slowed his horse to a canter, then to a stop, just short of the rail out front of the farmhouse. He dismounted, and tied the reigns to the rail. He glanced at the porch, to see his mother staring down at him. Her face disappeared as she unlocked the door. "Hey, stranger" She drawled in her thick, husky voice. "What're you doin' in these parts?" She was not an unnattractive woman, even though she was quite obviously the wrong side of fifty. A little too many wrinkles around her sharp blue eyes, a little too much sag about her generously laden bosom. She was dressed to go out, wearing a long, pastel coloured dress, with long blonde hair straggling over her shoulders. She wore black high heeled boots, buttons running up from the front, disappearing far into the explosion of petticoats above her ankles. She posed in the doorway, her pert backside curving away from her body, her breasts pushed outwards. She obviously thought this stranger had heard the stories and was searching for lodging and maybe a little extra. Or perhaps one of her many previous conquests, eager to catch her before she left, and stake his claim tonight before any of the others. He walked up the steps, watching her closely. He felt a twindge in his crotch, and momentarily regretted his decision to forego a session with the saloon's resident whores. He didn't want it over too quickly for his mother, but then again he didn't want to lose his chance to perform. His gaze didn't waver, and he had chance to gauge how little she had changed in five years. He pulled off his hat, and let his dark locks hang down. "My God- Johnny?" Her positiom changed immediately. She straightened up, her mouth agape in shock. "Is that you?" "Yeah, Momma. I'm back." # The first time with Amos had been in the winter. The town was almost devoid of visitors, and Nadine had been without any kind of sustenance for her desires for almost a month. Stewart, his younger brother, was out, making a final check of the fences before returning for the night. It was late evening, and there was already a bite in the air. Amos had finished stacking the hay, and was about to unhook the gas lamp when he heared the door slide open behind him. "Ms. Blake?" He asked "What you doin' out here? You're gonna catch your death..." "Just getting some air, Amos, that's all." Amos hesitated as he noticed she was wearing her best evening wear. "You not hoping t'be going out tonight, are you, Ms Blake?" Ms Blake just smiled. "My, it is cold out here" She said. Amos immediately took off his coat and went to put it around her. She stayed his hand at the last moment, and reached one gloved hand out to his crotch. "I can thnk of a better way to keep warm, dear." Amos froze. He was suddenly afraid. He'd known it was only a matter of time. Nadine Blake was notorious, and he knew she wouldn't mind stooping as low as to rut with a coloured. She put some gentle, oh so pleasurable pressure onto his hardening staff, and guided him to a sitting position on the hay. She kneeled in front of him, easing open his trousers. Grasping his meat, she pulled it out, grinning a cheshire cat grin. "So the rumours about you people are true." She stroked his erect penis with her hand, the velvet material sending shudders through Amos. She squeezed gently on his swollen testicles, before holding his manhood tight, her hand only just wrapping around his girth, and stroking upward, inch after delicious inch, his huge cock well in excess of eight inches. She continued for a short while, until her slow friction had compensated for the low temperature. As it stood stiff, harder than Amos could ever have imagined, Ms Blake placed her thumb and forefinger around the rim of his cock head. Grasping the shaft with her other fingers, she jabbed up in short bursts, exiting his sensitive hood, while jerking the loose skin on his shaft up and down. Amos could feel his whole body bucking, as he let out a moan. Ms Blake spotted her cue. She dropped her hand to the base of his cock, holding it tight and straight. Her other grasped his thick ballsack, as her mouth descended to his hood. She let her tongue drift onto his big, black head, as it swirled around, licking at the rim, and at the this brown seam that ran up from his testicle bag. She tasted his salty precum as she engulfed his cock in her small, hot mouth. He moaned even loader, as he felt her mouth suck at his manhood. He felt her wet saliva cool quickly in the evening air as Ms Blake jerked her face up and down, bobbing on his cock. He felt his juice begin to flow from his testicles. Ms Blake felt his time arrive, and prepared herself. She did not intend her newest stud to be a one-come wonder. And she new the fastest way to rekindle his ardour was for him to see his slut smear his seed over herself. The first jet caught Ms Blake in the back of her throat. Her mouth let go of his staff, and she angled his penis towards her face, feeling the second and third spurts upwards accross her cheek and onto her forehead. The fourth was less powerful, and she milked his dick for his last remnants, staining her gloves as she rubbed it into the crack of her heaving bosom, leading off down past her low- cut dress. She looked up to see Amos lie back, panting, slick with sweat despite the cold night air. # Nadine Blake busied herself in her kitchen, gazing outward for the two black farmhands, knowing full well they weren't to return untill morning, under her own instruction. She had been expecting a guest- maybe one, maybe more- but certainly not this one. He sat patiently at the table, slowly eating through the meagre supper she had prepared. She looked over her shoulder as he raised his long, cruel knife, shaving off slivers of cheese from the block, before breaking some bread to eat it on. She mustered up her courage. "Why are you here?". He stared back at her. His demeanour was cool as he spoke, although beneath the surface raged fires of anger and passion. "To punish you for rutting with those animals." He gestured outwards with his knife, before chewing on a piece of bread. "What... what animals?" Suddenly the anger exploded, and he shot up knocking his chair over. "Thos NIGGERS you BITCH." He screamed. "You been FUCKING those negro farm hands. Whered you do it, Momma... did you do it in this kitchen?" # Nadine leaned over the kitchen table, her weight pushed onto her hands, as Stewart breathed hotly onto her neck. His weight was above her, over her, and she felt his hardness pressing into her buttock. One arm propped him up, while the other lovingly caressed one hanging breast. Her corset lay across the table, and her dress lay ripped on the floor, a casualty of raging lust. She still wore her boots- if anything, she needed the heels to lift her short frame high enough for Stewart's tall body. She had just been about to leave, all dressed up and prepared, when both Amos and Stewart convinced her to stay. Amos sat across the room, watching the whole scene, idly masturbating, patient for his turn. He watched Nadine's painted face shudder as his brother's hand roamed her body, her pouty red lips panting, quietly whispering his name. He watched his brother squeeze and caress her breast, cupping it and lifting it, rubbing at her nipple. She felt him rise above her, first rubbing at her hanging bosom, before drifting down, over her thigh, and downwards, into her crotch. She parted her legs at the hard insistence of his hands, brushing her dark pubic hair, and opening her moist vagina lips. She thought he would take her right then, like a dog over her table. But Stewart had other plans. He kneeled behind her, running his hands down her legs. He pushed his face into the crack of her ass. She could feel his soft stubble press into her, and she smiled, recalling his promise to grow one just for this kind of occassion. She fantasised what a full beard must feel like... She was brought out of her reverie by Stewart, as his tongue licked up from the base of her genitals to her anus. He found a rhythm, teasing her with his wet saliva, as her breathing quickened. Amos too felt himself grow more aroused, as he watched her begin to move, her backside pushing at Stewart's face, humping at him, her long red nails digging into the table's surface. Stewart slowly swiveled his body around, until he was facing upwards towards her vagina. He lapped eagerly at her labia, stroking his tongue up and around her clitoris. She groaned louder and heavier, her voice arousing Amos to the point of ejaculation. He held it in, as he stood and walked over to her. Her big blue eyes followed his thick pole as he pressed it against her mouth. In between pants she licked it, before sucking it in rhythm to her bodies motion. Beneath her, Stewart peeled back her soaked wet lips, thrusting his fingers into her, and nibbling greedily at her clit. Her orgasmic screams were choked by hard cockmeat and thick white seed. # John moved faster than lightening. He grabbed his mother's wrists, and pushed her small frame to the wall. She screamed to no avail. "Fine momma. You fuck niggers, you get punished. Even if its your son who has to teach you to ride white cock." She struggled, tears streaming through her make up, as John licked her neck. His beard was rough against her, and for a split second she wondered what it would feel like on her cunt. That thought was all she needed. Her mind reacted to the most basic programming of all. It had taken only one thought to open the flood gates. She was a rutting animal. She loved it, and desired it all the time. And above her was another animal, hot and powerful, who probably had deep seated desires for her. She doubted anyone had wanted her more than her son did. John's anger raged, and so he was momentarily taken aback by his mother suddenly melting into his arms. He felt her push against his hardness, her tongue slide down his face, searching. And he realised this was all he wanted. This slut. This whore. All to himself. His anger gave way to burning, animal passion. His hands ploughed into her bodice, popping at the seams, pulling out her bulbous, hanging tits. He held them, and cupped them, rubbing and holding, pushing them and her into the wall. She smiled and panted, her panties soaked from sheer arousal. Her hands scrambled at his belt, and the thick bulge that lay there. They kissed passionately, their tongues entwined in a heady dance, as he lifted he by her legs, and wrapped them about his waist. His penis jutted suddenly as his mother released it. She felt it press into her as he desperately scrabbled at her knickers beneath the petticoats. His mouth was everywhere, over her face, her neck, over her tits and nipples. His head shot up as he felt her underwear give way. They paused there for an instant, mother and son, gazing into each others eyes. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her arms over her shoulders, as he cupped her ass and held her against the wall, his penis aimed squarely at her vagina. From here on there was no going back. It started slowly, in marked contrast to their first wild urges. He massaged her buttocks, before thrusting his staff firmly upwards. First penetration was heaven. Her tunnel welcomed his fat meat, her small frame allowing her cunt to remain tight despite age and constant use. He slid upwards and gasped, as his mothers womb welcomed his cock. She moaned loadly. "Oh baby. Give it to me baby. Oh my baby!" He began humping her against the wall, his mother wailing at him. His wandering finger found her puckered ass hole, and slid in in time with his pole. His mothers wetness increased, slicking his cock, as he explored the cavern that HAD been widened by repeated fucking. He could feel his juice pool in his testicles, as his mother screamed loader, her thrusts moving faster. "Fuck me baby! Fuck your cock into momma!" His grunts timed with hers, as Nadine felt the biggest orgasm of her life build up for her son. His sweating animal body, pounding his flesh into her delicate, small body, made her feel alive. "BABY!!" Her final scream exploded with his cock, as they came in unison, bodies intwined, her sons ramrod straight penis ejecting globs of seed deep into the womb of his slut mother. THE END. FOR NOW. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----