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Warning: This fiction work contains explicit sex scenes for adult readers only
BONUS: 7+1 reads of sexy deeds in SERIAL AFFAIRS:
Now including THE SEXUAL AWAKENING OF A LADY OF CLASS - 1919. Slaughter on an industrialised scale and Spanish 'Flu has changed the world for ever. Her only son has come back to her from the war a blind basket case. Alone with a nice working class young man, in an isolated old house she's inherited from a mad uncle, Lady Constance Hepplewhite-Smith discovers the virtues of 500 bottles of Pol Roger, 1911 Champagne and Indian hemp to liberate the body and mind.
MRS. JONES has a thing going on.
MRS. JONES – Back to Black & Jamaican Vacation - Mrs. Jones' interracial sexcapades continue at home by the pool, as soccer mom turned international art consultant and stellar escort to billionaires, movers and shakers, goes back to black – and she likes it.
COUGAR QUICKIE – Spring Break – Sun, sand and guys with 1-track minds. "Two forty-year old women on vacation a-l-o-n-e. You work it out, big boy." He does.
A COMICAL AFFAIR – hysterical things happen in a young couple's first threesome
BAD GIRLS – Sometimes the unthinkable happens – a critical mass develops when best friends discover they are dating each other's sons – and they like it.
AMERICAN GEISHA – The chauffeur is her daddy but her venerable Japanese gardener is her master.
BLACK WIDOW - some men just don't know what's good for them.
An excerpt from: "MRS. JONES – Back to Black"
Desmond Crocus, the old Jamaican handyman looked at the women on the sun beds, topless, with micro bikini bottoms covering their shaved tush, soaking up the rays on honey bronzed skin. At least one was: Mrs. Jones, a cute compact athletic blonde soccer mom of 32. The other babe, a little younger at 28, oiled from head to toe, didn't need to. She was panther black.
Obi, 18, her stepson, fooled about a bit more on the airbed in the pool, then came over to see what the old boy was doing.
Mr. Crocus showed him. They got talking as Obi helped him fit the pump.
"She sure is a fine looking woman, your stepmom," Mr. Crocus cackled. "Suit the Wicked Weasel perfectly."
"What's a Weasel?" Obi asked, puzzled.
"That little patch of cloth between her legs, say she looking for a black man to make her day, better than a flashing red neon sign so you don't lose the way at midnight."
Obi realized the implications. He gasped. "But Mrs. Jones has a Weasel on too!"
"She sure has. And she knows we know what her Weasel wants. And what the Wicked Weasel wants, the Weasel gets...And here am I thinking all these years she was just another cute white Moral Majority soccer mom with great tits and ass," he lamented. "And all along she was ready to put out for black cock in the comfort of her own home, but afraid to ask her daddy for it. And I'll tell you something else. The way she looking at you, young man, when you don't think she is, you ask her nice and easy when she's alone in the kitchen doin' dishes, and Mrs. Jones will give you all the sweet white pussy you can handle. Trust me. She waiting to have her first fine young black boy, just as much as you itching to give it to her the way the good Lord intended."
"Mr. Crocus. That's outrageous. Have you ever considered writing pornographic literature?"
"More money in gardening for rich folks, Obi, my man." The old Jamaican said flatly. Then grinned devilishly. "With fringe benefits beyond price. A lifetime of joy for a black man in the perfumed garden of the white American housewife."
Obi's mind was rapidly approaching critical mass. "But mom'll go crazy if I fuck Mrs. Jones."
"Don't worry about your stepmother. I'll keep her pretty head off what you be doin' in the kitchen with the lady of the house. Your stepmom hot for love too. Or I don't know my black bitches," he chuckled, glancing at Obi's stepmom's Wicked Weasel, imagining just what a fine looking young mother she'd be without it.
BONUS: 7+1 reads of sexy deeds in SERIAL AFFAIRS:
Now including THE SEXUAL AWAKENING OF A LADY OF CLASS - 1919. Slaughter on an industrialised scale and Spanish 'Flu has changed the world for ever. Her only son has come back to her from the war a blind basket case. Alone with a nice working class young man, in an isolated old house she's inherited from a mad uncle, Lady Constance Hepplewhite-Smith discovers the virtues of 500 bottles of Pol Roger, 1911 Champagne and Indian hemp to liberate the body and mind.
MRS. JONES has a thing going on.
MRS. JONES – Back to Black & Jamaican Vacation - Mrs. Jones' interracial sexcapades continue at home by the pool, as soccer mom turned international art consultant and stellar escort to billionaires, movers and shakers, goes back to black – and she likes it.
COUGAR QUICKIE – Spring Break – Sun, sand and guys with 1-track minds. "Two forty-year old women on vacation a-l-o-n-e. You work it out, big boy." He does.
A COMICAL AFFAIR – hysterical things happen in a young couple's first threesome
BAD GIRLS – Sometimes the unthinkable happens – a critical mass develops when best friends discover they are dating each other's sons – and they like it.
AMERICAN GEISHA – The chauffeur is her daddy but her venerable Japanese gardener is her master.
BLACK WIDOW - some men just don't know what's good for them.
An excerpt from: "MRS. JONES – Back to Black"
Desmond Crocus, the old Jamaican handyman looked at the women on the sun beds, topless, with micro bikini bottoms covering their shaved tush, soaking up the rays on honey bronzed skin. At least one was: Mrs. Jones, a cute compact athletic blonde soccer mom of 32. The other babe, a little younger at 28, oiled from head to toe, didn't need to. She was panther black.
Obi, 18, her stepson, fooled about a bit more on the airbed in the pool, then came over to see what the old boy was doing.
Mr. Crocus showed him. They got talking as Obi helped him fit the pump.
"She sure is a fine looking woman, your stepmom," Mr. Crocus cackled. "Suit the Wicked Weasel perfectly."
"What's a Weasel?" Obi asked, puzzled.
"That little patch of cloth between her legs, say she looking for a black man to make her day, better than a flashing red neon sign so you don't lose the way at midnight."
Obi realized the implications. He gasped. "But Mrs. Jones has a Weasel on too!"
"She sure has. And she knows we know what her Weasel wants. And what the Wicked Weasel wants, the Weasel gets...And here am I thinking all these years she was just another cute white Moral Majority soccer mom with great tits and ass," he lamented. "And all along she was ready to put out for black cock in the comfort of her own home, but afraid to ask her daddy for it. And I'll tell you something else. The way she looking at you, young man, when you don't think she is, you ask her nice and easy when she's alone in the kitchen doin' dishes, and Mrs. Jones will give you all the sweet white pussy you can handle. Trust me. She waiting to have her first fine young black boy, just as much as you itching to give it to her the way the good Lord intended."
"Mr. Crocus. That's outrageous. Have you ever considered writing pornographic literature?"
"More money in gardening for rich folks, Obi, my man." The old Jamaican said flatly. Then grinned devilishly. "With fringe benefits beyond price. A lifetime of joy for a black man in the perfumed garden of the white American housewife."
Obi's mind was rapidly approaching critical mass. "But mom'll go crazy if I fuck Mrs. Jones."
"Don't worry about your stepmother. I'll keep her pretty head off what you be doin' in the kitchen with the lady of the house. Your stepmom hot for love too. Or I don't know my black bitches," he chuckled, glancing at Obi's stepmom's Wicked Weasel, imagining just what a fine looking young mother she'd be without it.
