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The Descent into CuckoldryMy descent into cuckoldry began before I was married or dating. It all started when I was a teen in the late sixties. My mom was a civil rights activist and often held “meetings” at our house. Although she was overweight, the leader, Malcolm was always so nice to her.One day, while looking for a suit of my dad’s to borrow, I saw an 8mm canister on the floor of the closet. It was labeled, “Denise.” I grabbed it and figured I would see what was on it later. Probably a film of us at the holidays, I guessed.It was not that type of movie at all.The movie started with my mom slowly undressing. I should have stopped there, but curiosity and raging hormones took over. As she continued to undress, there was a black guy that entered the scene. It was Malcolm, the leader of the group my mom often hosted.He walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her knees. I was in total shock as I watched this black man take complete control of my naked mother.He told her to suck if she knew what was good for her. She happily complied and I could hear his zipper go down. Seconds later, she was going down on him.The camera changed scene moved to the side and I could see his massive black cock going in and out of her mouth. She was going for the gusto, so to speak.He told her to deep throat it. She was struggling, so he grabbed her head and pulled her closer as he began to thrust towards her face. She started to gag, so he pulled out of her, looked down at her and spit in her face. She smiled and went straight back to sucking him.She must have not went deep enough for Malcolm, because he once again pushed her off like a rag doll and then slapped her face! ‘”I told you to suck, you stupid, filthy white whore! Don’t you know what you are good for? Nothing but a goddamn whore!” he yelled to her.She looked up at him with doe eyes, so he slapped her again. Then, the grabbed her with so much force that he must have got it in as deep as he wanted. He fucked her face for several seconds before she was able to pull away from him. Her mascara was smeared as the tears flowed down. He gave her another slap and forced back in. This time when she was able to disengage, she puked on the floor.Without a word, he grabbed her by her long, curly hair and brought her up to the bed. He pushed her hard down with on to her back and got up between her legs. He then proceeded to fuck my mom as my dad filmed. I was so upset at this point, but I just couldn’t stop watching.”Fuck me now, Malcolm! I want your baby!” she screamed. Her body was gyrating and her moans were so loud. She looked over at the camera and said, “This is how a real man fucks, isn’t it, bitch?”Then it hit me. Was this the video of my mom getting pregnant with s*s? She had darker skin than me, but I had never dreamed that she had a different father. This was her conception movie! So, in addition to finding their sex movie, I had uncovered a dark family secret. My sister was Malcolm’s! It was almost too much to bear, but then the shock gave way edirne escort to acceptance.My mom had taught me that black people were no different. Actually, as I thought about it, she had actually taught me that they were superior. They physically stronger than white people, and in her opinion, smarter.So, as I continued to watch, I had this strange acceptance and gratitude to my mom. She had “improved” our bloodline by having a half-black daughter.But there was also another element to the eroticism of the movie. The way Malcolm treated my mom. He continued slap her massive tits and put his hands into her mouth, stretching it wide as he spit into it. “How does that feel, you stupid piece of shit?” he asked her.”You know I deserve it, master! You OWN me as payment for what my fucked up family did to yours.” she replied in a husky, sexy voice.”Give me a baby, please! Lord, I NEED to make it up!”With that, he made a massive grunt and began to put his potent seed into her. He stopped pumping and just held himself, probably balls deep inside her.”Thank you, Master! Thank you for your seed. I pray that I have your baby now.”Even with the poor quality of the video, you could see that her face was bright red from the discipline he gave her. Her tits had his hand marks on them.Then, the camera panned down as she spread her legs wide open. Slowly oozing out was the black man’s sperm.”This is going to be Denise.” she said before pulling out a long, thick stick. She put it in her gaping vagina. “Got to keep them in there, until they find their mark.” she giggled.Then the camera scene changed once again and it was in their bedroom. There were a couple old black ladies in there. Mom was on the bed, pregnant and spread eagle.It was the birth video of Denise! Holy shit, I could not believe it. My folks really outdid themselves on chronicling her life!That was the end of the video, unfortunately.I never said a word about the movie, but would often sneak into dad’s closet and grab it to watch. Who knows how many times I watched that movie. It was easily three dozen times. Then, one day it was gone. I was so bummed.So, then a year later, guess who came to dinner? That’s right, Malcolm.He was a lot older but his tough demeanor had not changed one bit. He was only in town a few days, he told us.Mom quickly offered to let him stay at our house. “You know we have a guest bedroom upstairs.” she said.If it weren’t for the movie I had watched, I probably would not have picked up on it. She said, “you know we have”, meaning he had been upstairs. And, she didn’t say he could use the spare room, only that it was there. I knew that there was a chance that dad would be sleeping in there. Or so I hoped.At dinner, mom was all over giving Malcolm attention. She served him, which she never did for dad. She gave him the biggest portions. For dessert she brought out a chocolate cream pie. Yeah, I totally picked up on that one.”You know how much I love chocolate… sir.” she told him. “The cream makes it all come together.” she giggled escort edirne like a school girl.Dad looked at me, and I think he saw that I had picked up on the inuendo, but we both said nothing. He just smiled back at mom.”You already know that Jennie makes the BEST cream pie, don’t you Malcolm?” dad replied.I didn’t know if he was doing that on purpose or not, but most likely he did. Was he putting on a show?We watched some TV together after dinner. We watched one of mom’s favorite shows, Sanford and Son.”I love this show. I only wish that they had an interracial couple on it. That would change people’s minds.” she told Malcolm.As if on cue, Malcolm asked how Denise was doing. Wow, with what I knew, that sparked something in my jeans.”Well, Tyrone is her main boyfriend and they are expecting. That girl is something else. She is engaged to Michael, a white boy she goes to college with. She just couldn’t keep away from Tyrone.” mom said.I could not believe it. I had no idea that she knew about that. Denise had told me in confidence, but I had not uttered a word to anyone.”It seems you’ve raised a couple of good ones,” Malcolm said. “She is going to be a good mother and maybe a good wife.” he chuckled.”She just can’t keep her panties on around Tyrone and his friends.” dad said, to my shock and amazement. He knew too!Malcolm gave my dad a stern, angry gaze. “Be careful what you say, now.”I knew exactly what and why he said it. I wonder if my parent knew that I knew. I doubted it, but then again, I didn’t think they knew about Denise and boyfriends.Later, Malcolm looked at my mother deep into her eyes. He simply said, “Time for bed.”That gave me an instant erection. I knew exactly what he meant and I prayed that they would make another movie!A half hour later, I could hear them upstairs! I started jacking off furiously. I hadn’t been so turned on since I had last watched her on film.Not wanting to pass up this amazing opportunity, I snuck upstairs silently. I looked to the left and saw the door closed and light on in the spare bedroom.Then, I hit the jackpot! The door to the master bedroom was wide open. Its probably why I could hear them all the way downstairs.I crept down the hallway, but with as noisy as they were, I doubt a bomb going off would have been heard.I could hear the squishing sound of her obviously wet pussy, and the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh.As I looked in, Malcolm’s back was to me and mom’s eyes were closed at the moment. I don’t know what overcame me but I quickly scurried under the bed.They didn’t see me, so I was home free! It was too cramped under there for me to reach and play with myself, so I just listened. This would be jack off material for years!I then heard my mother whisper, “Give me another baby, Malcolm”Then I heard a loud slapping sound. “Hell no!” I heard Malcolm say.Then there was more slapping. “You gonna pay for what that dumb motherfucker said about my girl earlier. You gonna be ten times the slut he said she was. You gonna fuck every last nigga I know!””Oh edirne escort bayan please, yes, punish me, master! Beat YO pussy! You have always OWNED me!” she gasped breathlessly as he continued to pound her.”Damn straight, you fat fucking cunt! You are a worthless pig for my own use!”H e started to pump her harder. The bed was pushing down on me and it hurt. Each of his powerful thrusts was almost knocking the air out of me.This didn’t last much longer, thankfully. He grunted and I knew he was filling my mom’s open womb.”Thank you, master. I want your baby so bad!” she said.He laughed and said, “Fucking bitch ain’t getting another one from me. Hell no!””Clean that fat cunt with yo panties. Make sure you get on up there good!”Then he got up off the bed. He told her, “You wanna nother one? Get on from my baby girl’s boyfriend. He needs some married white pussy!”Malcolm stood at the doorway and I could see his sloppy looking cock.”The bitch gonna clean me off before I go to sleep in here.” he said with an evil chuckle.I could hear him walk down the hallway. Then I heard a door open. He was going in to my the spare bedroom where my dad was! He must be the one that Malcolm referred to as ‘bitch.’He was gone for quite a while before he returned.”Yo bitch did such a good job, I am ready for the next go. Get on yo knees, we gonna do it dog style now.”The fucking began almost immediately. He pounded her as he slapped her ass. I could hear her whimper and was imagining that he as also pulling her hair hard as he fucked her.They fucked for over an hour! This guy had amazing stamina. Probably because he had already cum once, the second time took longer.The wet, cum soaked panties fell onto the floor next to the bed. I stared at them for several minutes before I reached out and grabbed them. Putting up to my face, it smelled so good. It was slimy with cum, which instinctively started licking and rubbing all over my face.As Malcolm pounded her hard and made the bed push down on top of me, my face was jammed into her used panties.I stayed there, under the bed, until t the following morning. Once they had got up and left, I snuck out of there fast.They fucked again later that morning, and I was so bummed that I couldn’t be up there or at least on the stairs listening. Dad was up and about, and I didn’t want to get caught.I consoled myself with the dirty panties and stroked, straining to hear them.My dick was raw by the time Malcolm left. I had so many orgasms. They fucked constantly, much to my pleasure. I was sneaky and was so glad that I didn’t get caught. Or so I thought….Mom came in to my bedroom and told me, “you have something of mine that you need to return.”I was so embarrassed, shocked and scared. I pretended not to know what she was talking about.”Under your pillow, silly” she giggled.Fuck! She not only knew that I had her used panties, but where I hid them.I reluctantly handed them over with a sheepish look, I’m sure.She just grabbed me and hugged me. “It’s ok, dear. I won’t say anything. There are eight more pairs in my hamper. Just make sure to return them once they are all cleaned up.”As she stood in the doorway to leave, she said, “By the way. Tyrone is coming over in an hour.””The closet door is cracked open.” she said with a big smile.

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