Message-ID: <33774asstr$1007215812@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <4120011142905139323@galaxy5.com> X-EM-Version: 5, 0, 0, 4 X-EM-Registration: #01E0520310450300B900 X-Priority: 3 From: "Gernot Schröder" X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2001 18:51:39 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} The Morgan's by Scott Johnson (has anyone the whole?) Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2001 09:10:12 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Hello! If anyone has the whole story, please post it. I really like this one... _____________________________________________ Free email with personality! Over 200 domains! http://www.MyOwnEmail.com <1st attachment, "Journal.txt" begin> Note: This story contains depictions of incest, interracial sex and sex with teenage minors. It does not contain depictions of violent or non-consensual sex. This story also contains racist language. However, it is not the author's intent to promote prejudice or racism of any kind. This story is purely fictional. It is not intended to be read by anyone under 18. The Morgan's by Scott Johnson 8:15, Monday morning; 18 year old Austin Morgan was playing hooky from Valley High School again. He snuck in through the back door of his parent's ranch style house and crept towards his sister's bedroom. To Austin playing hooky didn't mean running off to hang out with his friends. Austin preferred to have fun right at home. He was feeling particularly horny this morning and as he entered his sister's bedroom, he knew just where to look for his favorite aid to help him shoot his load. He fumbled through his sister's hamper until he found his treasure - a pair of freshly worn cotton panties. He held the crotch stain up to his nose and inhaled the day old stench of her teenage cunt, still a bit moist from the sweat of cheerleading practice and the wetness of making out with their new neighbor. Austin learned everything about his sister, Michelle, by going through her room at least once or twice a week. He knew all her secrets. But today he was only interested in getting off so he kept the browsing to a minimum. He decided he'd to like to feel her pantyhose on the shaft of his cock so he went over to search her dresser drawers. As he pulled open the top drawer and began fishing inside he felt something hidden under her lingerie. They were Polaroids. He pulled them out and looked them over one by one. The first few were harmless, just Michelle posing in her cheerleading uniform. But Austin didn't recognize the bedroom she was in. The next few pictures had Lance Taylor posing with her. Lance and his father Malik had just bought the house next door. Austin and Lance both liked to play sports and lift weights so they became friends even though a lot of the neighbors didn't seem to care for the Taylor's "kind" on what had always been an all-white street. Austin didn't care that Lance was black. He didn't even care that Michelle was going out with him. Although Michelle did everything she could to keep it quiet. The Valley wasn't the kind of place where a 16 year old girl wanted to develop a reputation. But nonetheless there she was in living color sitting on Lance Taylor's lap with his hands all over her. But Austin wasn't through looking. In the next picture Michelle had taken off her top and Lance's hand had disappeared up her skirt.. The more photos there were the more clothes came off, until Austin was staring at his sister's naked body being fondled by his best friend. There were still about five or six pictures he hadn't seen. Austin wasn't sure he wanted to see anymore. But his curiosity was too great. The next image made his mouth drop open. It was a close up of his little sister's face with her pink pouty lips wrapped around Lance's thick black dick. The look in her eye's left no denying that she loved sucking every inch of his huge cock. Austin was already jerking off before he even realized what he was doing. He had no idea Michelle had become such a slut. But he liked it. He liked it a lot. He pulled on his shaft just imagining it was his cock between those velvety soft lips. Then he heard a noise. It came from down the hall. "Oh shit," he thought to himself. He'd made a critical error. Obviously, someone else was still at home. But who? It couldn't be his sister. She never missed a chance to go to school and flirt with all of Austin's friends. He decided to check it out. He put down the Polaroids and quietly stepped out of Michelle's room. As he walked down the hall, he heard more noises. It was mostly just the sounds of someone rustling through a closet . It was coming from his parent's bedroom. The bedroom door was only open a few inches so Austin figured he could peek in and remain undetected. Austin couldn't afford to be caught missing anymore classes. He'd already been warned that he would lose his car if he did. So he had to be very careful. As he peeked inside the room he recognized his mother's blonde hair as she sat on the bed with her back turned. Austin watched as she suddenly stood and flipped off her nightgown. He couldn't help noticing that his 46 year old mother still managed to have a firm ass and long, toned legs, to go along with her gorgeous blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. But Austin had always been to intimidated by his mom to consider his attraction to her. Cybill Morgan had worked as a model and an actress since she was 15, almost 30 years. She married young and quickly got divorced when her career took off and her young husband could no longer keep up. As she approached age 40 and the job offers weren't coming as often anymore she decided to retire from the business. The young man she divorced was John Morgan, the father of her two children. Once she got out of the rat race she realized she had made a mistake and John was still the love of her life. Austin had a fairly hard adolescence and spent most of the time living with his dad, while Michelle stayed with her mom. But both kids were ecstatic when their parents got back together and they all moved back into the same house. Austin and Michelle adored their father and wanted to be a family again. John had become a self-made millionaire entrepreneur. Even though he was on the road a lot, he always made time for his kids. Cybill still worked in entertainment but mostly as a talent scout or production designer. But every so often she'd still get a call to do a modeling job. This was one of those days. "I probably own three outfits for every day of the year and I still don't know what to wear," she complained to herself. "Who am I kidding? Sex sells, right. So I guess I should just give them what they want to see." Austin couldn't help overhearing that remark. He was just about to make his escape but now he was intrigued. He watched as she slid on her silk panties and fitted her already ample breasts into a Wonder bra giving her cleavage for days. Cybill went to the mirror to brush her hair. As she stroked through her golden locks she noticed a shadowy reflection peeking through her door. She thought about saying something but decided she didn't want to embarrass her son that way. She figured he'd probably just walk away since he was already late for school. So she just finished getting dressed. But as she put on her lipstick she realized he hadn't budged at all. Cybill smiled to herself when it occurred to her that Austin was actually spying on her. She figured as long as neither of them acknowledged the other, they could both have a little harmless fun. After finishing her hair and makeup, Cybill opened her dresser and pulled out a pair of black pantyhose. She sat on the left side of the bed where Austin would have the best view and slowly eased the nylon up each leg. Austin almost gasped as she stood up with her back to the door, pulling the pantyhose over her ass and rubbing her fingers over her legs. She slipped her feet into a pair of black leather high heels and Austin felt a chill as the heels clicked across the hardwood floor to her closet. Cybill reached in and pulled out the sluttiest looking black dress she could find. It was short, tight, backless and very low cut in the front. It left almost nothing to the imagination and that's what she wanted. But Austin's imagination was just getting started. But as Austin was just getting into the show, he heard someone's horn blowing outside. He wasn't sure who it could be but he decided he'd better make himself scarce. He went back to his sister's room and hid under her bed. As he waited, he heard his mother yelling outside that she wasn't quite ready and to come on in for a second. Then the engine stopped and another pair of heels were clicking up the driveway. He figured it was probably his aunt, Sharon. Sharon was Cybill's younger sister and they were almost always together. Her ex-husband had left her for a younger woman which had pretty much turned her into an insufferable bitch but she still had half his money and a great body which Austin wasn't the only one to notice. "So what the hell is taking you so long anyway," Sharon grumbled as she walked in. "I'm almost ready I'm just looking for my new perfume," Cybill replied. "Well, do you have any coffee? Shit, I only agreed to go with you so I could meet some real Italian models. Otherwise, I wouldn't be caught dead being up at this hour." "Well you have all my sympathies, your Highness. But I already told you most of these guys are either gay or too wrapped up in themselves to give you the time of day." "Yes, I remember. Thank you for the vote of confidence. But obviously, you've forgotten what your little sister is like in action. So we'll just let this day serve as a demonstration." "Sure, a demonstration of how to act shameless and desperate." "Fuck you, Cybill. Where's the fucking coffee?" "I'm sure John left a fresh pot in the kitchen. Help yourself. I'll be back in a second," said Cybill as she walked back down the hall. Austin figured she'd left something in her room but the heels were clicking closer to Michelle's room. Suddenly he could see her shoes at Michelle's bedroom door. Austin froze. She walked right by the bed to Michelle's dresser. Austin could see his mother's long legs and wanted to move closer to peek up her skirt but he was too scared to move. She must have been looking for her perfume. Michelle was known to borrow without asking. "Oh my God," Cybill shouted. Then Austin panicked. He must have left the Polaroids on top of the bureau. "Oh my God, Michelle!" Cybill repeated. She was obviously in shock. Sharon suddenly burst into the room. "What the hell's going on," her sister called. "Sharon, I don't know if you should see this." "What is it," she said, snatching them away before Cybill could answer. "Holy shit, this is Michelle!" Cybill didn't answer. "Who is this black guy?" "I'm not sure," Cybill whispered. "But if I had to guess I'd say it was the Taylor boy." "The Taylors? You mean those niggers next door," Sharonblurted. "Sharon, don't talk like that. The Taylors are our new neighbors. John and Austin like them quite a bit. We're the only ones on the whole block who've accepted them." "Yeah, well Michelle is obviously the head of the welcoming committee. You do realize if anyone finds out about this we'll be social outcasts." "Of course I realize that. Which is I why I plan to talk to Mr. Taylor this afternoon to see what we can do about this." "Oh, so that's your plan, huh. Were you planning on wearing this outfit when you go over there? I don't think Mrs. Taylor would care for that too much." "There is no Mrs. Taylor. She died." "Is that right? Well, maybe I should be the one to talk with him." "Jesus, Sharon.. Do you hear yourself? One minute you're calling them `niggers' and the next minute you want to strut your ass over to there house. You're out of control." "Please. I never said I wanted to marry the guy. But I figure every woman should take at least one trip to the dark side." "So seeing Michelle like this doesn't offend you," Cybillasked. "Oh for Chris'sake Cybill, she's only 16," Sharon replied. "She could fuck the United Nations for all I care just let her at least be old enough to vote. But, tell me Cybill. Does it offend you?" Cybill laughed. "To be honest, Sharon... the fact that she's doing this doesn't offend me at all compared to the fact that she chose not to tell me about it." "So are you going to talk to her?" "I can't. She'd never trust me again." "I see. So in order to maintain her trust, you'd rather manipulate her." " I guess so," Cybill sighed. "Well I hate to admit it," said Sharon. "But if I were you, I'd do the same thing." Michelle Morgan softly moaned in untold bliss as Lance Taylor's hard shaft speared into her rose petal pussy. Of the dozen or so high school boys that she'd fucked, Lance had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. She was prepared to ride his cock all day if he could stand it. Michelle loved to get fucked. She enjoyed being a slut. She wore the title like a badge of honor. To her, it meant she had power over men that she could wield without even trying. After years of watching her mom and her aunt, it came to her pretty naturally. In only a few months, Lance Taylor had gone from new kid on the block to one of the most popular kids at Valley High. He was a star football and basketball player and college recruiters from all over the country came to see him play. Along with his best friend, Austin, they were the two most popular guys in school. But to top it off, Lance had snagged the one girl all the guys were after - Austin's little sister. Lance grew up in Atlanta, Georgia. Before he came to the Valley, he went to an all-black high school. Lance had never even talked to a white girl in his hometown, let alone had sex with one. Now he spent almost every day after school fucking Michelle Morgan. Lance never knew a girl could be so beautiful. She had that kind of dirty blonde hair that looked all messed up as it spilled down over milky skin, yet it was perfect. Her eyes were shimmering pools of blue that put the mountain sky to shame. She never wore lipstick. She didn't need it. Her lips were always baby pink and dewy moist. Her breasts stood proud, filling her 34 C cups, with rosy nipples always hard and yearning to be licked. She worked out every day and it showed whether she wore jeans or skirts. Her legs went all the way up and didn't stop. While her ass was tight and round with just enough jiggle to make your eyes follow it as she bounced down the street. But what Lance really loved was her pussy. Michelle's pussy was alive. On any given day, Lance would feel something new inside her. Sometimes it wanted to be fucked slow, sometimes it wanted it hard and fast. Sometimes it would be so tight and he couldn't hold back from exploding inside her. Other times, he could fuck all day and Michelle would have three or four orgasms before he would cum at all. With most girls, after Lance would fuck them a few times, he'd know what to expect. But with Michelle, the mystery never died. She was only 16, but she was the best piece of ass he'd ever had. Well, almost the best, he remindedhimself. "Lance," Michelle whispered. "What are you thinking about?" "Oh, nothing baby. You just feel really good today." "Really? Well, I'm sure it's not half as good as you feel. God, you're so fucking deep... and you're so hard. I don't think I can let you take it out... not for a while anyway." "Well get as much as you want baby," Lance replied. "Cuz I'm not even close to being done with you." "Oh really," she cooed. "Well, then go ahead and fuck me with that big black dick. Fuck me hard, Daddy." Lance wasted no time. He sat up and spun around into his favorite position - doggystyle. Michelle knew she was in for a good ramming and grabbed plenty of pillows to hold onto. Her back was arched and her ass was sitting high with her legs lewdly spread and her fingers taunting him as she rubbed her clit. Lance's cock was a good eight inches long and in this position Michelle could feel each and every inch. His hands were squeezing her hips and she could feel his throbbing head dipping into her honeypot. She was more than a little moist. She was juicy, almost gushing wet. Lance slid right in and couldn't help but slam all the way through. Michelle squealed as her cunt was parted like a canal, bracing for the next stroke. Lance patiently slid all the way out and violently thrusted his raging cock back in even harder. But Michelle was ready and she met his stroke pumping her ass into his pelvis. She bucked, she twisted and she grinded. She did whatever it took to be full of his cock. "Oh yeah. Come on, Lance. Fuck me! Fuck my little white cunt," she cried. "Ooohhhh yeeaahhh," Lance growled. "Take this dick. Open that pussy and take it all." "It's always open for you. Because I'm your little white slut. You can fuck me anywhere, anytime. Cuz I'm your slut. Call me a slut!" "I know you're a slut. Look at you. You've got your ass in the air, just letting yourself get fucked by some guy you hardly know. You little white bitches are all the same, acting like you're too good for us bruthas. Then once you see what we can do, you can't wait to get some more of this black dick. You're nothing but a stuck up slut." "That's right. I'm nothing but a slut." "Do you love my black dick?" "Yes." "Say it!" "I love your big black cock." "Are you gonna cum, like a good slut?" "Yes!" "Why?!" "Because your big black dick feels so fucking good inside my tight white cunt." "And after you cum, then what?" "I'm gonna make you cum too." "How, bitch?!" "With my mouth. I'm gonna let you cum in my mouth!" "What if that's not good enough for me?" "I don't care. You can do whatever you want. Just don't stop fucking me. Please, not yet." Lance kept pounding in and out of her sticky folds. But he'd been drilling her pussy for a while. He was ready to go to the next level. He had some KY on his night table and he squeezed out and handful. Michelle was too far gone to realize what he was doing. In their current position, it was very easy for Lance to spread the KY all over Michelle's butt. He used his index finger to smear it down into her asshole. Michelle could feel him poking her back there and suddenly realized what he was up to. "Hang on, Lance. I don't know if I'm ready for that." Lance chuckled. "Baby, you're never really ready. You just have to do it. The more you do it, the easier it gets." "And I suppose you figure you're the man who should break me in." "Well, can you think of anyone more appropriate?" He smiled. Actually, Michelle did have someone in mind. But she'd have bring that up at another time. As they were talking, Lance had already worked two fingers into Michelle's ass. She showed no signs of discomfort at all. So Lance figured he could take the next step. He slipped his cock from her pussy and brought the tip up to her anal ring. With all the lubrication and the fingers he'd just pulled out, the head of his cock popped right in. But his shaft was very thick. He pushed in a little at a time, while Michelle did her best to relax and let him slide home. "God damn," she whimpered. "Why do you have to be so fucking huge?" "Don't ask me," he answered. "Ask my Dad." "Ask me what," came a new voice. "Dad! What are you doing home?" "I really don't think that's important. Do you," Mr. Taylor replied. "Hello, Michelle." "Hello, Mr. Taylor." "I see that you two are a little busy. I'd be happy to leave you alone. But what did you want to ask me." "It was nothing, Dad," said Lance. "We can talk about itlater." "Son, if Michelle wants to ask me a question, I want her to feel comfortable enough to ask me whatever she wants. Go ahead, Michelle." Michelle was completely stunned. A second earlier she was waiting to get fucked in the ass by her boyfriend. Now his tall and very handsome father was standing in front of her, showing no hint of anger, and all she could think about was seeing him naked. "Well, to be honest, Sir. I was commenting on the size of your son's ummm... well, his penis. I've personally never seen anything like it. So I was just wondering how it got to be so large." The words came out as if from someone else's mouth. "I see," Mr. Taylor replied. "First of all, please don't call me, Sir. Malik is fine. I still consider myself a fairly young man. But as far as your question goes, perhaps I can shed some light on that for you." Malik stated, showing no expression. He calmly walked to the bed, not waiting for an invitation. His shirt and tie were undone instantly. As he reached the foot of the bed, he had already undone his pants. His body was a chiseled as his son's. But his eyes betrayed a certain confidence that made Michelle's knees tremble. Malik slipped down his boxers and Michelle's lips were greeted by nine inches of pulsing, blood engorged, black meat. The sight of his cock literally made Michelle hungry. His whole body was simply appetizing. Before that moment, Michelle had never even considered being with a man like this. But as he stood before her, the thought of being taken by a real man unlocked something in her that she couldn't control. It was more than lust. It was pure, instinctive need. "Suck it," Malik ordered. She liked being told, but it wasn't necessary. She opened her mouth, grabbed him by the ass and force fed herself on his dick. She could deep throat Lance. But this was something new. Malik was a good inch or more longer than his son. But she wanted to show him she could take it. She concentrated on inhaling as much as could on the way up. But on the way down, she closed her eyes, blew hard and swallowed him whole. At first, Lance didn't know how to react. But obviously, his father didn't care. Malik was only interested in sharing. The sight of sweet Michelle choking on his father's cock was more than enough to put him back in the mood. He stroked the KY over his rigid pole and pressed the head back into her anus. Michelle moaned on Malik's cock as she felt Lance pushing his shaft into her rectum. "Fuck her ass," Malik told his son. Lance lost control. He grabbed her hips and starting ramming her like crazy. Michelle's screams were muffled by Malik's dick down her throat. Malik gripped her by the hair and thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her innocent face. Michelle needed to catch her breath so he pulled out and rubbed his veiny prick all over her lips. She held his cock in her hand and licked it up and down. She leaned down and lapped the sweat off his balls, rolling them around in her mouth. "God damn, Lance. You never told me she was such a slut," said Malik. "Oh she's all that, Dad," he answered. "But you need to get some of that pussy. It's the bomb." They were talking about her like she wasn't even there. But Michelle didn't care if they were just using her. She was using them too. Malik wanted to feel how good that tight, teenage cunt felt. But first, he wanted to see how far she'd be willing to go to please him. He turned his back to her and bent over. Michelle continued to lick his balls, not understanding what he was requesting. But then, Lance started giving the orders. "Lick his ass," he told her. Michelle turned back and looked at him, nervously. "Do it." Lance demanded. Michelle was hesitant. This was completely new territory. She kissed around the outside of his butt and it seemed rather clean to her. She decided to get bolder and ran her tongue along the crack of his ass. Malik shuddered. The anticipation excited him. Michelle could tell he was really into it and that turned her on to. She held his cheeks apart and swirled her tongue around the ring. Malik groaned. She could see him jerking off and she liked to watch him touch himself. Lance was so deep in her ass, it was hard to concentrate. But she kept on. She pressed her tongue into Malik's asshole and stabbed in and out. Malik was wiggling his ass around and stroking his cock very hard. She was afraid he would cum before she got to feel him inside her. Lance, on the other hand, was right on the verge. "Do you remember what you said you were gonna do before," Lance asked her. "Are you gonna cum soon," she whispered. "Ohh yeah," he cried. "Does it feel good?" "Yes, it feels very good." "Tell me. Tell me where you like to feel my dick." "In my ass, baby. I love to feel your dick in my ass." "Do you like licking my father's ass too?" "Ohhh yeah, your Daddy's ass tastes good." "You little fucking slut. Come here. I've got something else for you to taste," said Lance. Michelle knew what he meant and was all too eager. She spun around and swallowed Lance's cock right out of her asshole. She cradled his balls and sucked hard, bobbing her head as her wet saliva slurped all over her his shaft. Lance couldn't hold back. Jets of hot white cum shot into Michelle's mouth as she calmly sucked it down like sipping from a straw. She let some run out of her mouth and drip down the side of his dick. She mixed the cum with her spit and deep throated him again. She found cum to be the best lube and his cock slipped in and out between her lips even easier, causing more spasms and blasts of cum splattering her tongue. What she didn't swallow was left dripping off her chin. Lance collapsed on the bed and Michelle rested sideways with her head on his leg. She used her fingers to wipe the cum off her face and licked them clean. Malik was enjoying this little performance very much. But he decided it was time for his own encore. He slid up behind Michelle in the spoon position, cupping her tits. Michelle could feel his warm breath against her neck and lifted her leg to invite him in. His cock slipped inside her and her pussy enveloped him in wetness. She felt like warm butter. Malik's cock began to churn in and out of her cunt. She was good as Lance said she was. He fondled her nipples and Michelle began to sigh and moan in delight. Malik sped up his rhythm and Michelle felt his cock hitting parts of her she didn't know where there. Her breath was short and halted and she bit her lip in sheer ecstasy. Malik buried his thick black dick in her pink pussy. But he knew how to keep a steady pace and the intensity was building in both of them. Malik ran his fingers down through Michelle's dirty blonde pubes until his finger tips brushed over her clit. Michelleshuddered. "Oh yes, Mr. Taylor. Play with my clit," she moaned. Malik continued to brush his fingers back over the little bud and Michelle's began to buck and writhe out of control. "You're gonna make me cum," she cried. Malik was already on the verge of exploding and he wanted to cum with her. Her pussy was a furnace and it squeezed him tighter than his own hand. She loved his cock. She couldn't get enough. Malik taunted her. "Are you gonna cum, little girl?" "Yes. Yes, Daddy I'm gonna cum?" "Do you like the way I fuck you your little cunt?" "Oh God, yeah! Fuck me more, Daddy!" "That's right! I'm your Daddy. Daddy likes to fuck his sweet baby girl. Take Daddy's cock, you dirty slut!" Malik was at the point of no return. Michelle was making him feel things he hadn't felt in years. Michelle was feeling something she'd never felt before. Malik's nine inch cock pistoned inside her and his whole hand rubbed against her clit. When Lance woke from his brief nap, he saw his chance to get involved too. He slid down and started sucking Michelle's nipples. He moved his father's hand and rubbed her clit as he sucked. Malik was free to fuck her with full force. And he did. The sensation was more than she could take. "Oh my God!" She screamed. "Oh God, Lance. Your Dad is fucking me so hard. Oh shit. Yes, lick my nipples. Suck them. Bite them." She shouted. Lance did what he was told. He sucked on her nipples and started to nibble until Michelle was screaming at the top of her lungs. "Ohhhhh God. I'm cummming," she cried. But Malik kept pumping. "Ohhhh yeeaahh!!! You're making me... Uhhhhhhh... Aaaiiiiiyyyeeee... MAKIN ME CUUUMMMM... OOHHHHHH YYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Michelle screamed as she came and came again. Malik pulled out and Lance went down to suck on her clit. Michelle came again as his tongue swirled around her pussy. But Malik wasn't done. Michelle laid down on her back and Malik straddled her chest. Michelle knew what he wanted and she held her tits together for him. He squirted some of Lance's KY on her chest and slid his shaft between her cleavage. He rocked his hips and began to tit fuck the sweet sixteen year old and she urged him on. "Come on Mr. Taylor. Fuck my tits! That's right, I said fuck `em," she snarled. "Do you see these lips? I want your hot cum all over these lips. Don't tease me, Mr. Taylor. I want to taste you. Cum on my pretty face!" Malik didn't need to hear anymore. He raised his cock up to her lips and Michelle happily opened her mouth and slid out her tongue. She grabbed the shaft and jerked it hard and fast and in seconds his cum was spraying all over her face, her tits and her hair. Malik was wailing out loud as Michelle cupped his balls to drain every once of his jizm. She swallowed part of his hot creamy load but most of it was splattered all over her. She was bathed in cum. Mr. Taylor collapsed on the bed just like his son. Lance and Michelle laughed. As she stood to clean herself up, she realized it was getting late and she needed to get home. She thanked them both for a great afternoon and they told her she was welcome anytime. She toweled off, threw on her clothes and ran back to her house to start on her homework. As she entered her bedroom, she noticed the Polaroids sitting on her bureau. She nearly fainted. If her Dad had seen them he would surely kill her. If her mother had seen them she would almost certainly tell her father and she's still be dead. But what if it was Austin? It was just like that son of a bitch to sneak around in her stuff, she thought. She'd have to confront him. But what if she was wrong? Then Austin might find out and tell everyone at school. It was a no win situation. But unlike other times, there was no way her good looks would get her out of this one. End of Part 1 Note: This story contains depictions of incest, interracial sex and sex with teenage minors. It does not contain depictions of violent or non-consensual sex. This story also contains racist language. However, it is not the author's intent to promote prejudice or racism of any kind. This story is purely fictional. It is not intended to be read by anyone under 18. The Morgan's by Scott Johnson Episode 2: The Showdown 5:20, Monday afternoon; Austin was still in shock over seeing his sister with his best friend. But he had to stay away from the house to avoid any confrontations with his mom and especially his sister. He figured the best thing to do was talk to Lance. Lance was always straight with him. He headed back towards his block and saw Lance out shooting hoops on his driveway. "Hey Lance," Austin shouted. "Let me get a shot." "Oh, what's up, Austin," Lance replied. "You know me, I'm always up to something." "This is true. So what brings you over here. I know you didn't come by just to play ball. Haven't you been embarrassed enough already?" "Well, to be honest," Austin admitted. "I did want to talk to you." "Cool. What about?" "It's about my little sister." "Michelle?" "Yeah, man. I know what's going on." "So," Lance snapped. "I mean, we've gone out a few times. What's the big deal? You're the one who introduced me to her." "The big deal is she's only 16 and you've only known her for a few weeks and you're already fucking her." "Who said we were fucking..." "Oh come on, Lance. I saw the goddamn pictures in her room. Don't try to play me for a fool. I thought you were bigger than that." "Alright, alright. Yeah, we've been messing around. But she's my girlfriend. I'm sure you've been having sex with your girlfriends. So why `s all the drama coming at me?" "Because this is my little sister. You're supposed to be my best friend. Last I heard, best friends don't fuck around with each others family." "You'd be surprised..." "What the hell is that supposed to mean." "Nothing, man. Say, isn't that your mother's car driving up." "Oh, shit. Mom's back." "Are you in trouble or something?" "Not exactly. I mean, not with her." "Okay, let me see if I understand. You found these pictures in Michelle's room. Which means you were snooping around in there after she went to school. Somehow your mother got a hold of them too. So now the shit is hitting the fan." "That's not bad, Sherlock." "Thank you, thank you. But what I can't figure out is how could you be so stupid to let your mom see those pictures. This is gonna be bad for you and me." "Look, man. I didn't mean it. I was just distracted." "Distracted? By what, the pictures? You were in there jerking off, weren't you?" "Shut up, man. My mom was home. I had to rush out of there." "All you had to do was put them back where you found them. You know your sister would be mad as hell if she knew you were in there. There's something you aren't telling me, Austin." "Okay, okay. I was spying on her, alright. I left the pictures on the dresser because I was spying on..." "Your mom?" "Yes..." "Well, shit. I can understand that. Your mom is fine! I mean, not as fine as my mom. But pretty damn fine." "Did you spy on your mom, too," Austin asked. Lance had to clear his throat. "Austin, I'm going to tell you something but you have to swear you won't tell anyone." "I swear," Austin answered, having no idea what kind of secret he'd agreed to keep. "We used to ummm...sleep together." "What do you mean, `sleep' ?" "I mean fuck. I used to fuck my mom." "Get the fuck outta here! What about your father?" "He was there. Sometimes we'd do her at the same time." "Come on, Lance. Cut the bullshit. This is ridiculous." "I'm not lying, Austin. If she was still alive, she would be taking us both on right now. She fucked all my friends back home." "What the fuck? I don't fucking believe this." "It's true, man. And I'll tell you one thing. I'm not ashamed of it. My mom loved me. She would do anything to make me happy. She wanted to teach me all about life. I'll never forget her for that. I just wish I could have stopped her from getting in that car." "You still think about the accident?" "All the time. But I don't want to get all serious, man. We need to talk about your mom. I know that body is tight, huh?" "Yeah, she's still pretty firm. But tell me about, Michelle. Is she as good as she looks in those pictures?" "Man, why ask me, when you could find out for yourself?" "I could never do that with Michelle." "That's what I said about my mom. But trust me, that'llchange." "Lance, is there place we can lay low for a minute?" "Why?" "Because it looks like my mom is coming over here." "Oh shit. Here we go. Alright, we can go in the through the garage and up to my room through the kitchen." "Good, I'll follow you," said Austin. Lance led the way through the garage and they slipped upstairs. They could hear the doorbell and the sound of his father going to answer it. Malik had been working out with his free weights and was still a little sweaty as he came to the door in shorts and a t-shirt. He opened to the door to find the lovely Cybill Morgan standing before him. She cracked a faint smile but he could tell this visit was all business. "Good afternoon, neighbor. How are you," he asked politely. "Hello, Mr. Taylor. I'm well, thank you. How are you doing?" "Great. I'm just great," he replied. "By the way, you look very nice. Why don't you come in?" Cybill accepted. Malik opened the door and offered her a seat. She had never seen him like this before. He was normally impeccably dressed for work in tailored suits and fine leather shoes. Today, he looked like a rugged athlete, sweat glistening, muscles flexed. He was a powerful looking man, which made the fact that she was there to complain about his son all the more difficult. "Can I get you anything to drink? Water, juice, soda," he offered. He wasn't quite sure how to read her. Maybe that's because he could tell she was trying to read him. She was watching him very intently. They had met before through her husband. She was very cordial. But now she was alone and didn't seem able to relax. Malik didn't like anyone to feel uncomfortable in his home. "Ummm...Actually, I'm fine. But thank you," Cybill answered. "Are you sure? I have wine," said Malik. He was testing her. Cybill paused. This was going to be harder than she thought. He seemed like a nice enough man but she was still intimidated. He wasn't really any bigger than her own husband. Yet Cybill sensed that just beneath the surface of his calm exterior there was a certain intensity, mostly in the way he looked at her. She knew that look. It was the look of experience. It was the look of a man who made patient decisions. The look of a man in control. "Hmmm, I guess after a long shoot I could use a little something. Do you have any White Zinfandel?" Cybill inquired. She decided not to be so intimidated by this man. She wasn't a school girl. She could hold her own against anyone. "Well, it's obvious you have something on your mind," he returned, holding two glasses and offering her one. "Please. Talk to me." Cybill eased back on the sofa, crossing her legs as she took her first sip. "Okay. I'm just going to come right out with it. It's come to my attention that your son and my daughter have become involved...physically. To be perfectly blunt, as much as I like your son, I feel Michelle is a bit too young to be engaging in the sexual activities that I'm aware of." Malik answered softly. "I see...and how do you believe I can help you with this?" "Well, Lance is your son. I felt as your son it would be best for you to tell him that I think what he's doing with my daughter is an appropriate and I want it to stop." "Hmmm," Malik pondered. "Mrs. Morgan, I can't do that." "What do you mean? Why not?" "Well, for two reasons. First of all, I personally don't have any problem with what Lance does with his girlfriends. His mother and I taught him about sex very openly and I've always trusted him. Secondly, nothing that is going on between Lance and Michelle is going on without her consent. So if you don't think it's appropriate, I feel you should work that out with your daughter." Cybill suddenly realized she'd just made a complete ass of herself. Malik was right. This was not his job. She took another sip of wine and convinced herself that she'd have to deal with Michelle one on one. As she pondered her approach, she suddenly felt aware that Malik was staring at her. She lowered her glass and looked back. "Is something wrong," she wondered. "No, not really," he replied. "I was just wondering what it is that bothers you about your daughter being sexually active." Cybill thought for minute. "I suppose that's a fair question. I guess it boils down to the fact that I was never allowed to run around with boys when I was her age. So I feel like I need to steer her on the right path before she gets in trouble." "It's sounds to me like your jealous of all the fun she's having," Malik replied. Cybill chuckled. "No that's not it at all. I had plenty of fun when I was growing up. And the older I am, the more wild I seem to get." "So you enjoy sex as much as she does." "Of course. I love sex. But I'm not a child." "Then how do you think Michelle will become a woman? By following your example?" "What are you saying?" "I'm saying the apple never falls far from the tree." "How dare you? You're saying this is all my fault. You're basically saying I'm a slut and that makes my daughter a slut too!" "Are you a slut, Mrs. Morgan?" "What?!" "You heard what I said. Are you a slut?" Cybill was staggered with disbelief. She was humiliated. How could he be saying this to her face. She was shocked. She wanted to bolt out of there but she was so angry she wanted to cry and couldn't move. She put her head in her hands to hide the tears as she tried to compose herself. Then she felt Malik sitting next to her. His arm was around her and his lips were brushing her neck. She was struck with terror but she didn't know whether to run or scream. His hand was moving up her thigh as he sucked and nibbled her neck. She was trembling. She wasn't wearing the dress she wore to the photo shoot. She had thrown on a blouse and a flaired skirt. But she left on the black pantyhose and the 3" heels. The skirt was now sliding up her thighs as Malik deliberately moved his hand to her crotch. Malik nibbled her ear and Cybill let out a loud sigh. He had her. "I'm going to ask you again, Mrs. Morgan," he whispered. "Are you a horny slut like your daughter?" "Yessss," Cybill moaned. None of it made any sense anymore. The room was spinning. She knew she should fight it. But she couldn't deny that she wanted him. She wanted him in the worst way. Ausin and Lance had heard everything. Austin was ready to run downstairs. But Lance assured him that his father wouldn't do anything Cybill didn't want to do. Still Austin needed to know exactly what was happening. Lance admitted he was curious too. So they decided to creep back downstairs to get a closer look. As they slipped back into the kitchen, Lance explained that they could watch from the dining room. The dining table and the china cabinets would shield them from sight. As they slowly moved into the dining room, they could see Malik was already removing Cybill's blouse. "You have a beautiful body, Mrs. Morgan," Malik praised. "Thank you," she blushed. "But please call me Cybill." "Fine, and you can call me Malik," he replied. Cybill smiled. He pulled her to him and they kissed for the first time. His mouth was hot against hers and his tongue quickly found hers. Cybill's hands roamed all over his rippled body. She was overwhelmed by her excitement and gave caution to the wind. "Take your clothes off, Malik. I want to see what a gorgeous black man you are." Malik was happy to oblige. He peeled the t-shirt up over his stomach and Cybill studied his washboard abs and his bulging pecs. The sweat made the light reflect off his mocha colored skin. Cybill found herself picturing him like some African god. She loved his proud bald head and his coarse beard. But she wanted to see more. Austin could hardly believe the lust in his mother's eyes. He'd never seen her look so wanton, not even for her husband. That should've made him angry but he surpressed the feeling and concentrated on watching a side of his mother he'd only dreamed about. Lance noticed there was someone walking towards the front door. He tapped Austin to get his attention. "What is it," Austin whispered. "Someone's coming," Lance answered. "Well, I can't leave now. Go see who it is." "Alright, I'll try to head them off." With that, Lance stepped quietly out the back of the house and ran around the other side. As he got to the front steps, he could see a woman standing at the door. She seemed to be looking through the window. Lance realized she had already seen what was going on. But, for Austin's sake, he had to divert her from going in. Austin was mesmerized as he watched Lance's father and his own mother tearing at each other like they were his age. Malik removed his shorts and stood before Cybill in a pair of bikini briefs that did nothing to conceal what was hidden inside. Cybill walked over to him, still half dressed in her bra and skirt. She cupped her hand over his crotch and felt his erection throbbing against her palm. The thrill was electric. Malik spun her around and quickly unsnapped her bra, tossing it aside. His large hands folded around her breasts, kneading and squeezing. His swollen hard on rubbing against her ass. "Let me take off my skirt," she requested. As she reached behind to undo the button and let it slide down along her legs. She bent over to slip off her pantyhose. But Malik, held her hand. "Please, keep those on," he insisted. "Don't you think they'll get in the way," she returned. "I've already got that figured out," he told her. "Why dot you lay down on the couch and spread your legs for me." Cybill wasn't sure what he was planning. But she was more than willing to comply. She sauntered back to the couch and as Malik approached she lewdly raised one leg to the side and offered herself to him. Malik had returned with a pair of scissors. Cybill was startled at first until she realized where he was cutting. Malik pulled the nylon away from her crotch and with one slice he'd made a whole at the mouth of her warm cunt. He was quite delighted to see that she wore no panties and her pussy was shaved clean. "I like the way the nylon feels against my clit. I can cum just walking down the street," she confessed. "You see," he chided. "I knew you were a slut." "I never denied it," she quipped. With that, Malik went down to have his first taste of Cybill's pussy. His tongue slowly stroked up and down her outer lips. She was sweeter than french vanilla. Cybill was breathing heavy and let out a loud sigh any time his tongue came near her clit. But Malik took his time. He liked to feel the nylon against his skin and he rubbed her legs constantly. Cybill began rubbing her own nipples, pinching them and tweaking them. Her hips were writhing as she grinded her cunt against Malik's mouth. "Yes, lick my pussy," she moaned. Malik used his fingers to spread her wider and drove his tongue in further. He licked the juices from her pussy walls and fucked her with his tongue. Cybill could feel her pussy start to flood. Soon Malik's lips were coated with sticky fluid. He just wouldn't stop. He slipped a finger into her hole and Cybill screeched. His tongue moved up to her clit, circling around and around. Cybill grabbed him by the back the head and forced him to suck it for her. He clamped his lips over her clit and pushed two fingers deep inside her, sucking hard. "Oh God!" Cybill screamed. "Yeah, yeah. I think I'm gonna cum. Oh Malik, you're gonna make me cum." There was no holding back. The first wave hit her hard and Malik never slowed down. Her body was rocked and she let everyone know. She panted and hollered as each wave passed over her. This was what she had been needing. But she was ready for more. Austin was beside himself. He was seeing a side of his mother he never knew existed. Until then he'd been obsessed with his beautiful sister. But now, his main focus was his unbelievably hot mother. He looked up outside to see what happened with Lance and he was shocked once again. The woman outside was his aunt, Sharon. She was watching through the window. But Lance was there too. He was standing behind her. Austin watched as Sharon turned around and kissed Lanced on the mouth. Lance's hands were all over her. But Lance could see that Austin was watching and he crooked his finger for Austin to come outside. Then Austin knew the whole situation had gone completely insane. Cybill was ready for anything now. Her first orgasm with Malik had only reawakened the sexual animal inside her. Now she was ready to release her inhibitions. She told Malik to sit down and take out his cock. Malik positioned himself on one side of the couch. So Cybill spread out facing him on the other.. "Unless I tell you," she ordered. "You're not allowed to touch me." Malik nodded. He slipped off his briefs and held his dick with one hand. Cybill had seen many men with big dicks. She wasn't easily impressed by size alone. She wanted to make him want her more than anything. That was what turned her on. She spit on her hand and rubbed it down all over her gooey cunt. She used her other hand to spread herself like a whore, using her whole hand to rub her clit. Malik was very aroused by her lewd display. But for the first time, he knew he wasn't in control. "It's okay," she whispered. "You can stroke your cock. I want you to." He grinned and easily slid his hand up and down over his rigid tool. Cybill was using three fingers in her pussy, pumping them hard. Malik couldn't help but jerk off to the same rhythm. So Cybill pulled them out and licked the juices off one finger at a time. Cybill decided she wanted a new angle so she got down on the floor, on all fours, with the black nylon stretching over her ass. She reached down her back and ripped the hole a little wider so Malik could see her asshole. Without any lube, she stuck two fingers right up her ass, knuckle deep, and held them in. Malik almost came right there. "Oh yeah, go ahead baby," he sighed. "Fuck yourself in the ass." But Cybill was already on her way. She had two fingers in her asshole and then she leaned back down with her free hand and jammed two more right in her snatch. She finger fucked herself as hard as she could. Malik could tell she'd done it before. But now she was performing just for him. It was quite a show. His eyes followed her from her three inch black heels to the silky black pantyhose that fit like a second skin over her toned, fashion model legs. He studied her long fingers as they pounded in and out of her twin passages. Then he concentrated on the sound of her voice as she whispered how good her fingers felt in her ass and how she wanted to feel his huge cock spreading it even wider. Cybill was the kind of slut you only come across maybe two or three times in your life. The last time he'd met a woman as hot as Cybill, he married her. Now she was gone. But Malik was sure that Cybill Morgan was the one woman who could take her place. As Austin headed out the back door of the Taylor house, he found Lance and Sharon walking towards him. He figured they must've realized it probably wasn't a good idea to be seen kissing in their neighborhood. "Do you want to explain to me what this is all about," said Austin. "I will. But let's go back to my room," Lance replied. "Fine, but I want some fucking answers," Austin yelled." "Austin," whispered Sharon. "Keep your fucking voice down." "Sharon, don't tell me what to do. What the hell are you doing with him?" "Austin," Sharon confided. "Lance and I have been intimate a couple times, okay. Don't make a big thing out of it." "Don't make a big thing out of it? He's 17 years old. You're old enough to be his..." "His what, Austin," Sharon intruded. "His mother?" "Yes, his mother. You're old enough to be his mother." "But I'm not his mother, Austin. Which leads us right back to you and the question of why you were just inside spying on your's." "She's got a point," Lance joked. Austin ignored him. "So you see," Sharon continued. "What we have here is a stand off. You know something about me. I know something about you. Now, we can either run off and tell, like little kids. Or, we can be adults and make the best of the situation." "And how do you suggest we do that," Austin asked. "Well...why don't you listen to your friend here and come upstairs." Austin breathed deeply. This was obviously some kind of sick joke. But Austin had never seen his aunt like this. Of course, he'd heard stories that Sharon was not what she seemed. But he figured they were just stories spread by guys who couldn't have her. But Austin figured he had nothing to lose and if things went well it could be the next best thing to having sex with his mom. But Austin grew up hearing Sharon make racists comments about black men. So to see her with Lance made no sense to him at all. But Lance and Sharon had already gone upstairs. Austin found himself following behind as he tried to process all that was taking place. The risk was great . But the excitement was greater. Austin decided to trust them and let the chips fall. Malik had obeyed Cybill's instructions not to touch her. After watching her get herself off, he wanted to fuck her twice as much. But Cybill didn't think she was quite ready yet. "I can't take anymore, Cybill," he pleaded. "I want to fuck you right now." "Be patient, honey," she cooed. "You're doing so well. I'm sure you can hold out a little longer. It'll be worth it." Cybill assured him. She was standing now. She asked Malik to lay lengthwise on the couch. As he slid down, flat on his back, Cybill straddled over his face. Cybill reached down to hold his cock for the first time and it twitched in the softness of her hand. She rested down on Malik's face and started rubbing her pussy juice all over his lips. Malik loved it. The juice was smeared all over his lips, his nose and his chin. He gripped her by the waist and held her, allowing his tongue to dart in and out of her wet tunnel. Cybill didn't protest. She was fixated on his pulsating dick, gently jacking him off and caressing his balls with her dainty, delicate fingers. Suddenly, Cybill felt a new sensation down between her legs. Malik had slid his tongue away from her pussy and the wet, pointy tip was circling her ass. He held her cheeks apart and dove right in, using his whole tongue to rim her asshole. Cybill gasped. No one had ever done this to her before. It felt dirty and wonderful at the same time. She couldn't help pushing down on his tongue. She wanted to help him get his tongue up her ass, as deep as he could. "Good God, what are you doing down there," she squealed. "Are you really licking my ass?" Malik's only response was a low moan and a loud, swirling suck. His tongue probed her rectum as his fingers found there way between her dripping pussy lips. She was so wet, he thought, there was no way she wasn't ready to fuck. Cybill confirmed that by hopping off and telling him to sit up. Malik complied, reclining just a bit, as Cybill straddled his lap. She kissed him hard, and they sucked tongues vigorously. Cybill was so wet that she slid down on Malik's cock like a greased fire pole. It happened so fast, it actually caught her by surprise. She threw her head back, clenched her eyes shut and let out a loud gasp. Malik wasn't sure, but he thought she may have cum right then and there. But that would only be the first of many. Cybill started slowly rotating her hips, just to feel the enormity of the manhood inside her. She used her muscles to squeeze him, feeling the force of his thrusts. Malik was low enough to suckle her nipples and took turns licking and nibbling each one. Cybill had lost all sight of herself, completely surrendering to the pleasure he was giving her. She had never been with a black man before. It was always taboo in her family. But thinking about that only gave her a new thrill. She was crossing a forbidden line. She had crossed a line with Austin that morning, letting him watch her get dressed. She began to wonder what other forbidden acts she might be capable of, even with her own son. Austin found himself in Lance's bedroom, with his aunt Sharon, being kissed and fondled by his best friend. Sharon was wearing a white cashmere sweater, skin-tight black jeans and black strappy heels. She looked great in almost anything. But Austin wanted to see his aunt's body naked. Sharon was about 38 years old, 8 years younger than Austin's mother. She married wealthy and never had a job. So she spent most of her time at the mall or the health club. Needless to say, she was in great shape. Her hair was strawberry blonde and cut right below her ears, in one of those styles that made her look like an anchorwoman. Unlike Michelle, Sharon never left the house without makeup on and usually wore too much. Yet, her fiery red lips were offset by her angelic green eyes. But what Austin liked most about Sharon was her 38 D chest. Her tits were bigger than his mother's or his sister's. Plus, with such a skinny waist, those big jugs really stood out. Not to mention, being the tramp that she was, Sharon had no problem showing off her tremendous cleavage. "Why don't you get naked, Austin," she requested. "I want to see how my little nephew has grown." Austin was too busy day dreaming to realize she was speaking to him. "I'm sorry," he said. "Did you say something?" "I guess you're a little distracted," she replied. "Still thinking about mom downstairs?" Lance smiled. He was already taking off his clothes. Austin wondered how Lance had managed to fuck his sister and his aunt without him knowing til now. "No, not at all," Austin answered. "Actually, I was thinking about you." "Really, and what exactly were you thinking?" "I was thinking that you're extremely sexy." "I see. Is that all?" She was walking towards him now. "Well, I was thinking that you have a great body...and ummm, I'd like to see it. All of it." Austin's heart was racing. He was about to open a door that would lead to heaven or straight to hell. He was scared stiff. Sharon could sense his fear and tried to help him. "Are you sure all you want to do is look at my body," she whispered softly, as she took his hand. "What about touching my body?" Sharon asked, placing his hand on her chest. Austin instinctively squeezed her right breast through her sweater. Sharon smiled. "See, you do want to touch me, don't you." "Yes," he stammered. "Yes, I do." "Well, this may seem a little old fashioned. But, I'm the type of lady who likes when a man asks for what he wants. So why don't you be a man and ask me nicely?" Sharon was obviously enjoying her little game. Austin was starting to break out in a sweat. But he couldn't turn back now. If he didn't want to wake up from this dream, he'd have to play along. "Aunt Sharon," he mumbled. "Would you please take off your clothes and let me touch you?" Sharon was thrilled. She never got this kind of attention from the rich men she dated. But she couldn't bare to make her young nephew suffer any longer. She was ready to show him a good time. "Sure, sweetie," she answered. "What would like me to take off first?" "Your sweater!" He blurted. That was the answer she expected. Sharon was standing between the two young men and she lifted the sweater up over her head. She tossed it on the bed, beside Lance, who was openly stroking himself as he watched. Austin stared at her impressive chest, presented before him in a lacy white bra. But he was eager to see more. "What about the bra," he whined. Sharon grinned. She couldn't help being difficult. "Now, now, Austin," she scolded. "Be patient. Besides, I think if I'm gonna strip for you. You should be stripping for me." Austin looked at Lance and Lance rolled his eyes. The tease was getting old. Austin flipped off his shirt and dropped it at his feet. "Lance," said Sharon. "Why don't come here and help me with this bra?" Lance looked back at Austin and winked. He walked over to Sharon and undid the clasp, peeling the straps down over her shoulders. Sharon's tits burst from their restraints as the bra fell to the floor. She placed one hand on her hips and ran the fingers of her other hand through her hair, posing for Austin to take a mental picture. Suddenly, Lance wrapped his arms around Sharon's waist and pulled her against him. "Austin, look at her," he snapped. "I know she's your aunt. But she's no different than any other girl you've ever had." "What are you trying to say, Lance," said Austin. "What I'm saying is, why are you letting her play with you? You wouldn't let any other bitch make you beg and all this shit." "Does she make you beg?" "Hell no! I can fuck this bitch anytime I want." "Is that true, Aunt Sharon? Can Lance fuck you anytime he wants," Austin questioned. Sharon closed her eyes as she answered. "Yes." "Yes, what?" Austin barked. "Yes, I let him fuck me whenever wants," said Sharon. She'd open her eyes to find Austin facing her with a cold stare. He could see the change in her eyes. She was trying not to look afraid of them. But it was clear that she wasn't going to tell either of them what to do. Austin felt like his old self again. He wasn't some horny virgin. He was a man. Now, he was going to show his slutty aunt what kind of man he was. "You know, it's funny," he hissed. "When I was growing up you always used to talk about how you couldn't stand `niggers.' Now here you are screwing around with my best friend, who just happens to be a so-called `nigger.' So I'm wondering, since the two of you have hit it off so well, if Lance is aware of what you really think of him. Did you know anything about that, Lance?" "Nope," Lance replied, holding her tight. "I sure didn't." Sharon was getting nervous. "Austin, you don't understand," she pleaded. "I only said those things so people would never suspect me of doing the things I've done. I'm not a racist!" "Well then, why don't you just take Lance with you to the mall this weekend?" "Yeah," Lance chimed in. "I could use a new pair of Nikes." "That's not fair, guys," she reasoned. "You know that's not fair." "Life isn't fair," Austin mocked. "Is it Lance?" "Nah, man. Life's a bitch. But then, so is she." "So what do you think we should with her," asked Austin. "Well for using the N-word, she definitely needs to be punished," Lance answered. "Okay. Let me think," Austin pondered. "What is a suitable punishment for being a lying, racist, stuck up slut?" "Guys, listen to me," she appealed. "You know I'll do whatever you want. Just don't do anything stupid okay." "Well, you heard her, L.T.," said Austin. "She said she'll do whatever we want." "Works for me. I want this bitch on her knees." "Okay. You heard the man, Aunt Sharon. Get down on your knees. Since you love our dark skinned brothers so much, why don't you prove it by swallowing his big black dick with your pretty little mouth." Sharon was now getting visibly upset. Oral sex was one thing she would not do. She never really liked doing it in the first place, not even with white men. Sometimes she would do it, if she didn't want to sleep with a guy, just so they'd leave her alone. She could handle having intercourse with Lance only because it felt good to her. She could imagine he was someone else. But she'd rather give head to her own nephew than suck Lance's dick . White girls just didn't do that. It was too personal. It was dirty. But Lance wasn't concerned about her conscience as he pushed her down on her knees. Sharon thought about trying to run away . Then she realized she couldn't risk letting her sister find out she was upstairs half naked with her son. She was trapped. She stopped resisting and kneeled in front of Lance. She did like Lance. He was very sweet and handsome. She just couldn't bare the ridicule of being caught with a black teenage boy. But now that he knew about her bigotry, she could see that he was angry. She brought herself to look down at his penis. It stood tall and proud, aiming at her like a warhead. She'd never seen his dick up close before. It was so long and thick that Sharon didn't know where to begin. Lance had no way of knowing she was inexperienced. So he didn't understand her hesitation. He held her by her hair and pushed his cock right into her mouth. Sharon never expected such an invasion. For a second, she thought she would be choked to death. But Lance only pushed in about half way and slid back out. He repeated his hip motion again and again, using her mouth like any other warm, wet cunt. Sharon realized it wasn't so hard to breath as long as he didn't go in to deep. She closed her mouth a little tighter to give him more friction. "How does he taste," Austin taunted. But Sharon realized she'd been so busy trying to accomodate the size, she never considered the taste. She pressed her tongue up against his shaft to feel his cock sliding in and out. It was a salty taste, mixed with a musky scent. But she didn't find it to be unpleasant. She found herself actually moving her tongue around to feel the texture of the veiny ridges along the base of his shaft. It was actually kind of interesting. But she realized as long as Lance kept fucking her mouth than she could never fully explore the whole thing. She raised out her hand towards Austin and mumbled as she signaled him. "Hang on, Lance," said Austin. "I think she want's to say something." Lance didn't seem to mind stopping. "What's up, baby," said Lance. "I was trying to go easy on you. I know white girls ain't used to dicks like this." "No, it's not that," Sharon replied. "I'm fine, actually. But I just wanted to slow down a second so I can use my tongue a little more. I kind of like the way you feel against it." "Well, I don't know about Austin. But I don't have anywhere to be. Lick all you want." Sharon smiled. She kissed the head of his cock and swirled her tongue around it. Then she kissed down the underside and licked her way back up. Before taking the head back in her mouth and swallowing him about half way. As she pulled back, the top of half his cock was shiny wet with her spit, as she lightly flicked her tongue on the tip. Austin had seen enough. "Oh man, I need some of that too," he declared, tearing off his jeans and sneakers. Sharon never considered sucking them both off at the same time. But she did have two hands. She knew that much. She took Lance's cock in her left hand and reached for Austin with her right. She was slobbering all over Lance's veiny black shaft, rubbing it all over her lips. It made her feel like a slut to take so much delight in pleasing a young, black boy. His dick was hot against her skin and it made her tingle all over. Austin felt his aunt take his rock hard cock in her soft hand. She squeezed it gently and tugged on the wrinkled skin. Austin flinched and groaned from that first sensation. His aunt was actually jacking him off. But it wasn't until Sharon turned to look at him that what was she doing actually sunk in. "My God, Austin, you're not a little boy anymore," she pronounced. Austin was at a loss for words. Sharon shifted a bit to the right so she'd be right in the middle of her two young studs. Austin moved right in, filling his aunt's mouth with his throbbing prick. Lance watched wide eyed as Sharon swallowed up her teenage nephew's seven inch cock. Sharon was giving Lance a good hand job, so Lance didn't mind waiting. Just watching Sharon reminded Lance of his mom and the hours she spent giving him blowjobs. Lance wondered if Austin realized how lucky he was to have three gorgeous women in his family to suck and fuck him. Sharon was having a blast. She pictured what she was doing as if she was outside her body and the image drove her wild. She talked a good game but she'd never done anything like this before. This was her chance to learn for herself how good sex could be, and it didn't matter who she was fucking. Austin had his hot cock in her mouth and she was sucking on it for dear life. She was jerking them both off at the same time. It was such a feeling of power. Lance moved up to feel her hot mouth so she turned and sucked him in. She rubbed Austin's dick from the head down to his balls as she stuffed Lance's thrusting cock down her throat. Lance was harder to handle than Austin but she ignored the discomfort and let him fuck her throat anyway. "Relax," she told herself. "Just breath."As Lance pushed his cockhead to her tonsils. Sharon gagged. But she kept trying. She held the base of his cock to try to control her intake and found she could handle about six inches easy. She concentrated on relaxing her throat and those last two inches magically disappeared into her mouth. She'd done it. She backed off for air, but she wanted to deep throat him again. The more she tried, the easier it got. Lance could feel the difference and was having trouble standing up straight. Sharon didn't want him to cum just yet. She pulled off and took Austin down in one motion. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair and his balls brushed her chin. Austin couldn't hold back. He held the back of the her head and pushed his bloated penis into the back of his aunt's hot mouth. She didn't pull away, letting her nephew fuck her face hard. She kept her hand tight around Lance's stiff rod and jerked him off fast and hard. Lance was starting to groan. She could feel his muscles begin to spasm. She knew he was ready. As she turned her head to face Lance, a streak of hot, white sperm splashed across her cheek. Sharon wasn't prepared for the eruption. But Lance continued to blast cum into her face. It was warm and sticky as it splattered onto her lips and chin. She'd never let anyone cum on her face but she wanted to completely drain him. She continued to jack him off and the final shot landed right in her mouth. It was her first taste of cum. Without even thinking about it, she gulped down his load and licked the cum dripping from her lips. To her surprise, it was good. It was quite good. Then she realized she could just turn her head if she wanted more. But Austin had been staring at her big tits for awhile. Sharon could see that he was staring at her chest and she wanted to give him what he wanted. She sat up and faced him, rubbing her tits against his cock. Austin loved feeling her nipples brushing against his shaft. But he wanted something else. "Let me see you play with them," he ordered. Sharon didn't miss a beat. She used her fingertips to wipe some of Lance's cum off her face and started rubbing it into her nipples. She cupped her 38 Ds and lifted her left nipple up to her mouth, sucking the cum off. The taste wasn't enough. "Austin," she whispered. "I'd really like you to cum in my mouth." He couldn't believe his ears. He was already jerking off hard. Sharon looked him right in the eye as she leaned forward with her mouth wide open. Austin's aunt wanted to drink his cum. He watched as she wet her red lips and flicked her hot tongue on the head of his cock. He shut his eyes as he neared the bowling point, but he felt her hot breath on his shaft. Suddenly, her full lips were closing around his dick and Austin lost it. His cock exploded. He emptied his massive load straight into her gullet. Sharon's mouth filled with cum faster than she could swallow. Trails of white cream dribbled out the corners of her mouth as she pulled away. She paused, letting the cum swirl around in her mouth, then swallowed. But Austin was still cumming, shooting the rest of his load on her incredible tits. Austin wiped the semen off her tits with his fingers. Then he shoved his sticky hand into his aunt's mouth. Sharon happily sucked off all the cum. Cybill was still impaling herself on Malik's nine inch pillar. She'd been riding him for over ten minutes but Malik was just letting her do whatever she wanted. The way his cock felt inside her, she simply didn't want the feeling to go away. With each down stroke, she would take as much or as little of his shaft into her well-stretched hole as she wanted. Her mind reeled with all sorts of twisted fantasies. She thought about fucking Malik in his office or on a beach, with dozens of people watching. But in her mind she was seeing someone else who she kept trying to block out. It was Austin. Malik sensed her mind was drifting. "Tell me what you're thinking about," he said. Cybill whispered, "Austin." It just slipped out. There was no way to take it back. "You mean, your son," he replied. Cybill looked away. "Hey, it's okay. In fact, if it makes you feel better, my wife liked to fuck Lance all the time." Cybill looked back. "Are you trying to make fun of me," she mumbled. "No, I'm being very serious. In fact, I was in on the whole thing. I told you my wife and I taught Lance all about sex. Kids need to learn at home." Cybill didn't know whether to feel relieved or horrified. But her curiosity got the best of her. "Do you think you could tell me how it started," she asked. Malik smiled. Cybill was suddenly being lifted up and carried across the room. Malik pushed her up against the wall as she wrapped her arms and legs around. "Sure, I'll tell you all about it," he growled. "You see my wife was a closet slut just like you. Her brother seduced her and took her virginity when she was 13. As she got older, she started having this desire for teenage boys. She seemed to want to relive the experience. So when Lance came along, she seduced him just like her brother did to her." Cybill was trying hard to listen. But talking about his wife seemed to excite Malik to the point where he was pounding his cock into Cybill like he'd never fuck anyone again. But if she planned to seduce Austin she needed to no more about Lance and Mrs. Taylor. "How did she do it," Cybill panted. "I kept a lot of porn in our bedroom. She knew Lance liked to sneak in and look at it. So she started planting videos and magazines about incest. Before long, the stuff would turn up missing and she'd find it in his room. One day, she went in and found one with fresh cum all over it. So the next day she arranged to be home early and started masturbating on our bed. When Lance came home, he rushed in to get a magazine from our room and there she was." "Did he fuck her," Cybill moaned. Her pussy was getting so wet. She didn't care how hard Malik fucked her. "They never told me," he answered. "But when I came home that day, my wife was laying naked on the bed with her legs spread and a vibrator stuck up her ass, while my son straddled her face with his dick down her throat." Cybill pictured the image and moaned loud as Malik drilled his thick cock right through her deep, wet cunt. "So you weren't angry," she asked. "Of course not," he calmly replied. "You see, I've always liked slutty white women. The kind of woman who'd never admit that she can't get enough black dick. You know, someone like you." Cybill bit her lip. Malik was right. She could never get enough. Then, it suddenly dawned on her. She could see the family portrait on the mantle, with the three of them all smiling. Lance had much lighter skin than his father. But Mrs. Taylor looked just like Cybill. She was white, with blonde hair, blue eyes and a great figure. It all made sense. Cybill was just like Malik's wife. But now she was angry. "You son of a bitch," she shouted. "You only wanted to fuck me because I remind you of your wife." "What's wrong with that," he replied. "You're as beautiful as she was." "Malik put me down!" She yelled. But there was nothing she could do. Malik held her as he lowered himself down on his knees, spreading her out on the carpet. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and pushed her knees down to her chest. The penetration was deeper than ever. Cybill was pissed but she didn't struggle. They stared at each other and Malik could still see the lust in her eyes. "What are you waiting for," she hissed. "Go head and fuck me, you black bastard." Malik saw red. He jerked his hips back and then rammed his dick to the hilt. Cybill bit her lips again. But she wouldn't let him get the best of her. Malik threw his whole body into her. The room filled with the sound of his balls slapping against ass. He pinned her arms to the floor, gnashing his teeth, as his sweat dripped down all over her. As prone as she was, Cybill continued to taunt him. "Come on, motherfucker. I can see why your wife liked your son better. Fuck me harder. Earn this white, juicy cunt." Malik was furious. "Shut the fuck up, you filthy fucking whore! I'm gonna rip you in half," he screamed. Cybill could feel him tearing her pussy walls. She refused to let him hear her scream. But Malik wouldn't stop trying. "I'd love to hear how you're gonna explain to your husband why you can't walk tomorrow." "I'll just tell him I got fucked by a crazy nigger." "Oh, so now I'm a nigger. Well, you sure seem to like this nigger's black dick, don't you." "Oh God, yes!" Cybill moaned. Malik was driving her wild. She couldn't help it. She was ready to cum any second. "I didn't hear you. I said, you love this big black dick, don't you!" "YES, MALIK!!! I LOVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL BLACK DICK!!!! OH GOD, FUCK ME HARDER!!!" "There's something I have to tell you, Cybill." "YESSSS," she screamed. She could feel the first wave. "Me and my son fucked your daughter after school today..." "WWHHAAATTT??!!! Cybill shrieked. But she couldn't hold back. She was cumming. Her body shook from head to toe as her head tossed from side to side. She didn't make a sound. Malik kept pumping his shaft into her pussy and Cybill started to moan. "OHHHH YESSSS!!!! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!!!!" She begged. Malik wasn't sure he could hold back anymore. Cybill had taken all he could give and wanted more. She pictured her little girl getting fucked by this animal and deep down it excited her. Malik pulled himself out and went down to attack her clit. Her pussy lips were red and swollen. His tongue was soft and soothing. He lapped all over her clit and Cybill bucked and jerked against his mouth. She was moaning her daughter's name as she pictured the cheerleader taking on two huge black cocks. "That's right," Malik drooled. "Michelle is a fuck slut just like her mommy." His tongue was swirling around her clit and Cybill was on the verge again. Malik took two of his fingers and forced them straight up Cybill's ass. The shock of pain mixed with pleasure sent Cybill over the edge. "AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! She cried. "OOHHHH GOD, RAM THOSE FINGERS IN THERE!!!! OHHHH SHIT!!!! I'M GONNA CUMM!!! YEEEAAHHH!!!!! SUCK MY CLIT!!!! OOOHHHH GOD!!!! I'M CUMMMIIIIIING!!!!" Malik kept sucking hard. She squeezed his head between her legs as she arched off the floor. His fingers were lodged deep in her asshole. He pulled them out slowly. Cybill continued to moan and shake as she tried to recover. "So you're not angry," said Malik. Cybill sighed, "Of course, I'm angry. How could you do that to my little girl? I just don't know what to think right now. Besides, I figured you were the one who was angry after all the ugly things I said to you." "I was," he replied. "But I don't believe you really meant it." "Well, there was one thing that I did mean," she returned. "The part about loving your beautiful black dick." "Oh, you meant that, huh." "Absolutely...and you know what else? I'd really like to feel it in my mouth right now." "Oh, you would?" "Yes, very much. I want to taste my juices on your cock." "I see. God, you're a slut..." "Yes, I am. Now come here," she said, as she laid down on her back. "I want you to fuck my throat the way Lance did with his mom." Malik slid down over her face. Cybill opened her mouth wide. She had done this with her husband many times but Malik didn't know that. His cock was now only semi-hard as the head slipped between her wet lips. She patiently swirled her tongue around the tip, sucking gently. She loved to feel it swelling inside her mouth. She pushed him down by his ass, taking more and more, as it reached it's full extension. Her throat was relaxed and she breathed normally, allowing Malik to pump his shaft down her throat as far as he wanted. He was amazed that she could handle all nine inches. But she seemed to love it. She kept squeezing his ass and pushing him down. She licked his cock all the way out and then sucked it all the way down. Each time he buried his dick in her mouth, he could feel his balls resting on her chin. Cybill enjoyed getting her face fucked. She'd never seen a dick she couldn't handle and she loved making men feel like they could use any part of her. Malik was pumping his dick hard. The sweat from his balls was running down her cheek. He started to grunt and groan. Then he pulled himself out. Cybill knew what was coming. She left her mouth gaping wide open. Her tongue was fully extended as she stared up at him. He was jacking off right over lips. Cybill could hardly wait to taste him. Then, out of nowhere, she whispered, "Pour your cum down my throat ." Malik jerked forward and his cock slipped right back in her mouth. Cybill sucked hard. Malik groaned as his cum started gushing into her mouth. Cybill calmly gulped it down, swallowing shot after shot of his hot white sperm. As he slid his cock from her mouth, Malik was still cumming. Cybill cradled his balls, making sure she got every drop. She laid there quietly, letting his last few spurts leave cum dripping down all over her face. They were both exhausted. But Cybill felt victorious. Malik Taylor had tried to break her. But she'd beaten him at his own game. Now she was ready to take on anything, including her teenage son. But upstairs, Austin was thinking he was ready for mom too. End of Part 2 Note: This story contains depictions of incest, interracial sex and sex with teenage minors. It does not contain depictions of violent or non-consensual sex. This story also contains racist language. However, it is not the author's intent to promote prejudice or racism of any kind. This story is purely fictional. It is not intended to be read by anyone under 18. The Morgan's by Scott Johnson Episode 3: The Confession 6:10pm, Monday evening; Michelle sat on her bed lost in thought as she pondered a way out of the mess she was in. Strangely, no one else was home. But she was sure her father would be pulling into the driveway any minute. She stared at the pictures on top of her dresser. They only reminded her of the trouble she was in. She started to cry when she realized she might never be able to see Lance again. Somehow, she knew it was all her brother's fault. She vowed revenge. But she'd have to deal with him later. She wondered where her mother could be. It wasn't like her to not be at home getting supper ready for Dad. She figured she was with Sharon. But she also knew Daddy expected to eat supper when he got home. Michelle started considering whetner she should cook for him. She wasn't much of a cook. But how else was she supposed to learn. If she ever hoped to marry a man like her father she'd have to get some experience. Then, suddenly, Michelle had an idea. If Mom wasn't around, maybe she could play the wife. How hard could it be, she thought. All she had to do was make a meal, ask him how his day was and give him a kiss. She would definitely have to give Daddy a kiss. But daughter's kiss on the cheek. Mommy's kiss on the lips. But that was okay. She was only pretending. She could just pretend he was someone else, like Lance's father. Michelle started to think about Lance's father. Only hours earlier he had made her feel like no boy ever had. It was a pleasure she wanted to feel again. Mr. Taylor obviously liked her too. She wondered if all men liked young girls like her. If Mr. Taylor found her attractive, why wouldn't someone else? Someone like her father. Michelle looked at herself in the mirror. She was having bad thoughts that wouldn't go away. She saw a pure, innocent face staring back at her. But on the inside, she was feeling like the horny girl all the boys knew. Could I actually seduce my Dad, she asked herself. He's going to find out what I slut I am anyway. Maybe I could help my own cause. But first, I'm gonna have to look the part, she reasoned. Then, she dashed into her mother's bedroom About twenty minutes passed, when John Morgan pulled into the driveway. He'd been running around all day meeting clients or trying to make new ones. His business was selling office equipment and electronics. His hottest products were computers, cellular phones and pagers. This was his busiest time of year right before the holidays. But John had a small staff and did a lot of the leg work himself. By the time he got home, he was tired, tense and hungry. As he stepped into the house, he was greeted by the smell of hot food. He loved coming into the house knowing supper was ready. It relaxed him almost instantly. "Whatever you're making in there sure smells good," John yelled. But there was no answer. "Honey, where the hell is everybody. The place is empty." Still, no answer. John walked back into the kitchen to say hello to his wife. As he stepped in, he saw what he thought was his wife bending over to pull something from the oven. He scanned her from bottom to top. She was wearing five inch brown leather heels, suntan nylons, a tight, light brown mini-skirt and an ivory silkblouse. As she sat up to put the pan on the stove, John did a double take. "Hi honey, how was your day," she asked. John was stunned. "Michelle?" He answered. "What are youdoing?" "I'm making supper, honey. It's pot roast, your favorite. Now go sit down. It's almost ready." But John couldn't move. He felt like walking outside and coming back in again. "Look, Michelle, I appreciate you making dinner. But where is your mother? And since when did you start calling me `Honey?' " Michelle giggled. "Come on, Daddy. Can't you tell what's going on? Tonight, I'm Mrs. Morgan. I'm your wife. I made you some food and we're going to sit down and have a quiet evening alone. Just the two of us." John was starting to lose patience. "Michelle, I don't know what's gotten into you. I certainly don't know where you got those clothes. But I want to know where Austin and your mother are, right now." "What's the matter? Don't you like my outfit," she said, modeling for him. "I borrowed it from Mom. But I really don't know where they are. Austin is probably hanging out with Lance. I imagine Mom is with Sharon. So let's just eat." Michelle wasn't about to let him ruin her enthusiasm. "Well, okay," he relented. "It's just makes me mad because I don't get to see any of you that much. I count on having supper with my family." "I know, darling," his daughter replied. "That's why I love you." John just shook his head. "Girl, you're really starting to scare me. But I'll say one thing. You look absolutely gorgeous." Michelle lit up like a Christmas tree. "Do you really think so," she squealed, running over to give him a hug. John wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and squeezed. "Of course, I do," he replied. "I've never seen you look more beautiful. And you smell good too. Although, I don't know if I like you in all that make up." "Oh I know," she admitted. "I don't usually wear this much. But I was trying to look more grown up." "Well you definitely pulled it off. You're looking more like your mom everyday," he told her. Michelle beamed. Without thinking, she reached up and kissed her father on the lips. Suddenly, she realized what she was doing. But neither of them pulled away. She felt her father's hands moving up her back. She melted into his arms. But it didn't last long enough. "Oh God," he cried, pulling away. "Michelle, I'm sorry." She didn't seem at all upset. "It's okay, John," she whispered. "I liked it." "What do you mean? I'm your father. I shouldn't be kissing you. Besides I'm just an old man to you anyway." "But I like older men. And I think you're the most handsome man in the world," Michelle answered. John looked in her eyes. She was serious. He blushed. "Oh come on, Michelle. You're only sixteen. You can barely tell which ice cream flavor you like. What do you know about men?" Michelle turned and walked back to the stove. John studied her every curve. "You'd be surprised," she mumbled. John followed her. "Excuse me," he said. "Why would I be surprised?" "Well, I'm not a baby anymore, John," she retorted. "I know that. But you're still a child. You're my child. I have a right to know what's going in yout life. And for God's sake, why are you calling me `John' "? "That's your name isn't it. Listen, do you want to eat or not?" "Don't avoid me, Michelle! What have you been up to?" Michelle sighed. "Okay, I'll tell you," she said. "I just didn't want to do it like this. But what the hell, you're gonna find out anyway..." "Find out what?!" John blurted. "That I've been having sex, alright!" John inhaled. He wanted to stay calm. "You've been having sex...with whom?" "What do you mean," she said. "I mean, what's his name," John asked. Michelle couldn't look her father in the eye. "It's not a `he', Daddy." She paused. John bit his tongue. "It's a `they.' " "Okay, let me get this straight," he cleared his throat. "You've been having sex with several guys? Are you a hooker or something? Does your mother know about this?" "Daddy, please calm down," she pleaded. "Mom doesn't know. I wanted to come to you first. I'm not a hooker or anything like that. I've just been spending time with some friends of ours." Now, John was really confused. "Friends of `ours?' " He questioned. "Don't be cryptic, Michelle. These aren't friends of mine. Just tell me who the fuck they are?" Michelle sighed. "They're our new neighbors, Dad." "Our new neighbors? You mean Frank Cooper's kids. The twins?" Michelle was in agony. "No, Dad," she forced the words out. "Our really new neighbors, The Taylors." "Okay," he replied. "So you've been sleeping with Mr. Taylor's kid. Lance is his name, right. Who else?" Michelle opened her mouth to speak but John didn't hear a word. "What did you say," he asked. Again, she mumbled, "Mr. Taylor." "Michelle, Malik only has one son. So who else are you talking about?" Michelle turned towards him. They're eyes met for the first time in minutes. "I'm talking about Malik, Daddy. I've been having sex with Lance and Malik." John chuckled. Michelle didn't bat an eye. He rubbed his chin. "It's true, Dad," was all she could say. John turned away from her. Michelle started to speak. "Don't say another fucking word," he snapped. "Do you understand?" "I'm sorry, Daddy." John blew up. "I told you to shut the hell up! Michelle, what the hell is wrong with you! Did they rape you? Tell me the truth!" "No! No, Dad. It's nothing like that. We just have fun. I swear, they've never hurt me." "Jesus Christ. Michelle. How am I supposed to accept this? You're acting like it's okay. You're just a kid. What am I supposed to tell your mother? `Cybill, great news! Our daughter is a nympho!' Gimme a fucking break, Michelle. You're just out of control. " Michelle didn't know what else to say. She sunk her head down and started to cry. Her plan had failed. No matter how good her father thought she looked, he would never get over his disappointement. She sobbed like a baby. She knew her punishment would be severe. There was no way out of it. But John hated to see his daughter cry. "Michelle, I'm sorry," he said, taking her back in his arms. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. You don't know what you're doing. I guess your mom and I are partly to blame. You're just looking for love aren't you, sweetie. I know we haven't always been there for you. I'm sorry." Michelle hugged him hard. That was the father she knew. She leaned against his chest. "It's alright Daddy," she told him. "I'm not mad at you. I just don't want you to think badly of me." John rubbed her back. "You know, I'll always love you no matter what." "Thank you, Daddy," she grinned, kissing him on the cheek. "But baby, I think I should know exactly what you've been doing with Malik and his son." Michelle felt relaxed enough to confide in him, at that point. John couldn't even imagine his little girl losing her virginity. But he coudn't bare knowing his daughter's secret without knowing all there was to know. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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