Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  She took the few steps to the side of the sofa. She slid her shorts and panties down in one swift move. She stepped out of one leg of her clothes and bent over the sofa arm. I was staring at her delicious bare ass as she looked over her shoulder at me.

  "Come on," she urged. " We don't have a lot of time."

  I walked up behind her and she wiggled her backside to me. She assumed the position. She was staring forward and her butt was arched up to allow me better access to her pussy.

  Whack! She wasn't expecting that. My hand stung and her ass cheeks rippled with the force of the spanking I had just delivered.

  "Hey!" She said in a stage whisper. "We don't have time for..."

  Whack! Her ass jiggled again as I pulled my hand back.

  "Mmph!" she moaned. "Seriously, we don't have time for that. Just fuck...."

  Whack!

  "Ohhhhhh!"

  Whack!

  "Mmmmmmnnnn!"

  Whack! One last spanking and I quickly stepped behind her and slid my throbbing cock deep inside of her hot wet pussy. I mean I really slammed it home deep.

  "Unhhhh!" she moaned as the breath rushed out of her.

  I didn't move. I stood there on my toes, pressed against her bare ass, my cock deep inside of her. Hot. Throbbing. I tensed my muscles, making my cock swell inside her.

  "Oh, yesssss!" she whimpered. "That's what I need. Do it. Slam into me."

  I slid back, nearly out of her, and then slammed it in hard again. The breath rushed out of her as my cock pushed in deep. I leaned against her body, pressing her hard against the sofa.

  "You need this?" I asked as I thrust into her. "You want this?"

  "You know I do," she whimpered. "Please do it more. Fuck me."

  I leaned over her back and whispered, "I was going to be mean to you and make you wait, but now I can't. Hold on."

  I began rapidly humping into her, sliding my cock in and out, slamming it deep with each thrust. I didn't know it at the time, but her position against the sofa was pressing hard against her abdomen. Each thrust I slammed into her only served to press the arm of the sofa against her clit.

  I don't know how I held out as long as I did, but as soon as I felt her pussy clench on me and knew she was coming, I stopped. I held my cock deep inside her as her orgasm took her. She shook and trembled and pushed back against me. She tensed up hard and then relaxed. That was my clue.

  I quickly thrust in and out of her a few more times and then slid out and pushed hard against the cheeks of her ass as I came. I grabbed her bare hips and pulled her to me as I slammed against her. My cock spurted my cum onto her lower back. Luckily her shirt had risen upward or it would have been covered with my cum.

  I actually stumbled back a few steps as I stood up. It was an awesome sight before me. She was helpless, bare assed with her shorts and panties still around one ankle. She was bent over the sofa with my hot cum cooling on her lower back and ass.

  "A little help?" she said softly, wiggling her butt.

  I looked around for something to clean her up with. Finding nothing, I pulled her shorts and panties from her foot and used the panties to wipe up my cum from her back. She finally stood and turned to me.

  I held up the panties. They were covered with my cum. There was no way she could wear them tonight.

  "You'll just have to go without," I told her with a smirk. I folded them tight into a ball and put them in the cargo pocket of my shorts.

  "I'll want those back, ya know." She told me as she held the door open for me and the folding table I was dragging.

  There was no denying the "freshly fucked" look on our faces as we came back into the cheer room. The girls all smiled at each other, but Kacey left them no time for questions.

  "Let's go! Load up! We've got a game in two hours!" she yelled at them and they rushed to gather up their gear.

  She called Kyla to her and whispered in her ear. Kyla smiled and went to get her cheer bag, letting the other girls go on ahead of her.

  I shuffled out to the trailer with the folding table. It wouldn't fit. I tried several different angles, but it just wasn't going to work.

  "Doesn't fit? Oh well," I heard Kacey say as she and Kyla came out the door. "We didn't really need it anyway."

  Kyla held the door for me as I pulled the table out of the trailer and carried it back into the cheer room. Kyla closed the door as I stepped out. Kacey was already across the parking lot, heading for the cheer bus.

  "Drive me to the bus?" Kyla asked.

  "Hop in," I told her as I unlocked the truck. She opened the door and threw her cheer back inside and then climbed into my truck.

  As I started the truck, Kyla looked over at me and said, "I told you she needed you." She had put a lot of emphasis on "needed."

  "Kyla..." I began until she cut me off.

  "No worries, Mr Davis." She said with a cute smirk. "What happens in the cheer storage room also stays in the cheer storage room."

  Then she said quickly, "Drive slow!" I put my foot on the brakes and turned to her to ask why.

  Kyla had braced her feet on the floor, raised her hips up and slid her spanks and panties down.

  "Hey!" I whispered even though no one could hear. "What are you doing?"

  She pulled them off from her ankles and separated the panties from the spankies, then slid the spankies back on.

  Damn it was a sight to see! That sweet bare pussy just a foot or two away from me. She did the hip arch thing again and tugged the spankies back on just as I was pulling up to the bus.

  "Here!" she said as she tossed me her panties. They were warm and moist in my hand.

  I gave her a quizzing look, "What am I supposed to do with these?" I asked her.

  She opened the truck door and slid down. She turned to me as she grabbed her cheer bag and said, "Well, you're a naughty man, so I can only imagine what you'd do with them. Kacey told me what you did with hers. I had to give her my extra spankies to wear tonight underneath her shorts."

  "You, "she said with a smile, "need my panties to wrap around Kacey's that are in your shorts pocket. Your cum is starting to leak through."

  She gave me a wink and smile as she closed the door. I looked down, and sure enough, as my shorts had tightened against my thigh, there was a slight damp spot.

  Damnnnnn.

  The End.

  Touch of Mocha

  I ran my hands down her skin. My fingers caressing the ache out of her tired muscles, and then I dug my fingers into her shoulders until she moaned under me. The difference between my pale hands and her dark, muscled, back--such a sharp contrast; I dug my fingers into her shoulders again, letting the thumbs press deep.

  She purred.

  I realized, looking down at her, that her skin was the color of chocolate.

  Then I absently traced my fingertip across her tattoo, following the raised letters that say that very thing.

  Chocolate

  The too-gentle touch must have been tickling her; she giggled and turned over to face me. I laid myself down next to her on the satin sheets and I watched her eyes go to my chest. Her fingers slowly crossed the distance and she ran her nails through the thick, dark, curl, hairs on my pecks. She dugs her fingertips into those muscles that long hours in the gym have helped sculpt. I smiled, as I watched her play with the nipple ring, like a bright flash of silver on my chest. Then winced when she tugged it.

  "Are all white guys like this?" She pulled on the hair again.

  "Most are. Some shave it off." I ran my fingertip around her nipple. "Are all black women like this?" I asked, looking at the midnight black skin.

  "Like what?" she asked.

  "This dark," I answered.

  "Yeah! White women aren't?" she asked, her long fingernails slowly followed the trail of hair down my stomach.

  "No. They go from a pale pink to a dark brown, but I've never met a white woman with them this dark." I delighted in giving her nipple a soft pinch between my fingers.

  "Do
you like? My nipples? Do you like them?" she asked.

  "I'll know better after I've had a taste," I told her grinning, but made no move to do so. I was distracted as her fingers close around my cock, her fingers soft but the grip of them hard at the same time. She slowly started to slide her hand up and down the length of me.

  "Damn baby you're hard! You know most black guys would be between my legs already if they were this hard." She ran a finger through the leaking pre-cum.

  "I've worked around black men my whole life, on construction sites." Looking at her face I smiled, and then shrugged. "A lot of them don't take the time to do something right. They just rush from project to project trying to finish as quickly as they can and get gone."

  She chuckled, and then tried to look all serious.

  "That's a hell of a racist thing to say to me," she said, pulling all the harder on my cock.

  "Truth isn't racist; it's just the truth as I've seen it." I suppressed a moan as she tightened her fingers to painful levels. "You will also note I said a lot of them, not all of them."

  She looked at me for a second then her grin came back.

  "Yeah, a lot of them are like that in bed too. Oh, you'll meet the exception now and then, but most just want to cum and go." She gave a hard, sudden tug on me, making me groan. "The faster they can empty their nuts the better they like it."

  She stroked me harder. I closed my eyes and moaned deep in my throat as she worked me with a fierce rhythm.

  "You've got a nice cock," she told me, when I open my eyes. I watched her looking at my cock and her hand, which was just a blur she's working me so fast.

  "Well, thank...you," I panted a little. "But I didn't have a lot of choice in it, its original equipment." Leaning in, I whispered next to her ear. "I have a question, now."

  She shivered. Then purred.

  "Ask away." I ran a finger lightly across where her tattoo was showing.

  "Are you dark or milk chocolate?" I asked, with a grin.

  She cackled a laugh, and then she shook her head and grinned at me.

  "Honey I'm every kind of chocolate there is. It just depends on where you want to taste." She gently raked her long nails under my balls, catching in the wrinkles of skin.

  "What about down here?" I slide a finger through the short, thick curls and across her neither lips. They are already slick-wet under my touch.

  "Ooh...well, that's baker's chocolate." Again she laughed that cackle laugh, and then shook her head. "You know the kind no one ever eats, but my thighs..." She spreads her legs wider and ran a hand down her inner thigh. She then gave the soft flesh a little pat. "Now they're peanut butter."

  I sat up and looked down at her face. "Peanut butter?"

  "Uh, huh." She gave her ass a wiggle on the sheets. "Smooth brown and easy to spread!"

  Laughing, I leaned into her and kissed her softly. Her lips were full and soft against mine. After several minutes my lips left hers and went to those so very dark nipples. They harden quickly as I suck on them. "Oh yeah, baby. Um hum. Yeah," she mumbled.

  Leaving her nipple, after several minutes of soft suckling, I slide lower down her belly, kissing my way towards her dark, tight curls.

  "Honey where you going?" she asked looking down at me.

  "I always loved the taste of baker's chocolate." I circled her belly button with my tongue and blow gently on the wet skin, she shivered. I teased her diamond navel-piercing with my teeth, and then kissed lower.

  "You sure you want to do that, hun?" She brushed her long nails through my hair. "I aren't no little, blonde, white girl with a pussy smelling like sugar cookies."

  I lifted my eyes up from her shiny wet sex and met her gaze. "Well, if I don't like what I smell...I won't lick." I plant a kiss in her dark-wooly curls and then I run my tongue across the puffy lips. "If I don't like what I lick...I won't suck." I took her labia between my lips and sucked at the folds of wet skin, savoring the sweet juices that flooded my mouth. Tired of teasing, I pushed my tongue inside her and lapped at the thicker juices I found inside.

  "Oh yeah...Oh damn, that feels good. Oh, hell yeah. You like what you're doing. I can tell." She clutched at my head, trying to drive my face lower onto her.

  I found her clit; it was hard and sticking out from it hood. I suck on it, licking in slow circles around the base. Then I was running long licks down the length of her, I buried my face into her pussy each time, driving my tongue as deep as it would go. I tasted a dark bitter taste, that ironical enough does remind me of baker's chocolate. I felt her fingers curl in my hair; her hand holding my head in place. I listened, with half my attention, to the sounds she was making to try to judge what she's enjoying the most. After several minutes I learned her body and what she liked. Then, I focused on showing her how to like other things as well.

  Her hips wiggled under me, her ass sliding on the satin sheets.

  "Oh yeah, eat that pussy white boy. Oh, damn!" She started to shake and a low moan began to build behind her teeth like a train whistle. I clutched hard at her thighs and struggled to stay in place as she shuddered and screamed. Her hands clawed at my head and neck, her fingers pulled on my hair.

  Still I didn't relent. If anything I licked and sucked all the harder. I was still so very hungry for...chocolate.

  Finally, after what I could tell was maybe three strong orgasms, she collapsed and just panted hard, no matter what I did, so I planted one last soft kiss on her outer lips and sat up. Leaning over to the nightstand, I pick up the hand towel I laid there earlier and wiped my dripping mouth and chin. Then I wiped at her. Her eyes opened slowly as I cleaned her up a little.

  They come to focus on my face and I smiled at her.

  A cat ate the canary grin.

  Unable to help herself my wife dissolved into laughter. "Oh, damn you! You made me laugh."

  I dropped the rag back on the nightstand as I lay down next to her. She snuggled into me a little, her body still jerking in little, post-orgasmic shakes.

  "You get a hell of a thrill out of that don't you?" I asked my wife, smiling.

  She shrugged, making her breast jiggle. The dark nipples attracted my attention and I planted light appreciative kisses on them.

  "The Big-ol-Black-Girl with her first white boy?" She giggled and her voice dropped into her normal accent. "Yeah, I guess I do. Takes me back to the first time we were together."

  "I remember." I told her as my lips softly played with her nipple. I looked up into her eyes. The blue contacts made her eyes stand out startlingly against her dark skin. "I think I do anyway."

  "You better remember!" She gave me a light playful slap. "I know I'll never forget that night."

  I grinned at her. "Well you did get to cum about twelve times that night to my two... I think it was. That would help the memory."

  "Oh," She lifted my chin and looked into my eyes, a smile making her ten time s as beautiful. "So if I get you to cum twelve times in one night...you'll remember it?"

  "Of course I would. A night at the ER getting my cock put in a cast would always be memorable," I joked as I rolled back to my side of the bed. She moved with me.

  Giggling, she placed kisses against my chest. Then, when I rolled further over onto my back, she got up astride me, her thighs warm on either side of my hips. I felt myself slide into her in a wonderfully long, tight, embrace of my body by hers.

  She sat up and gave her ass a few little shimmy shakes that settled me to the hilt. With me thus buried she leaned down and began to place soft kisses on my lips, chin and throat.

  My hands came to rest on her hips, the fingers sinking into the soft dark skin.

  "Has it been worth it?" she asked as she slowly moved on top of me. "Worth all the bad looks? Worth all those not-quite whispers?"

  "Worth every moment. I've loved you ever since the first time I saw you. You were so beautiful." I softly caress her hips.

  "You weren't in love with me then. You just wanted a piece of my black ass." She grinned at me.
"I'm glad I decided to give you one."

  "More than one if I remember that night right," I said with an answering grin.

  "What do you mean I was beautiful?" she asked suddenly, her faked accent going back to the ghetto/hood.

  I smiled up at her.

  "You know I think you're beautiful. Far more beautiful now than when I first saw you," I told her chuckling.

  "My lips--are they not too big?" she asked me, teasingly touching her bottom lip with a finger.

  I chuckled; she knows I love her large plump lips. They always have looked ready to be kissed. Sitting up, I caught the back of her neck and pulled her down into a sudden kiss. After a moment I answer her, but my mouth hardly left hers.

  "Your lips aren't big...they're luscious." I kissed her softy, and then harder. "I love your other lips as well. They are so very sweet and juicy."

  She leaned back making me rub harder against the inside of her; I lay back flat and watched my wife ride my cock. She lifted one of her big breasts. I watch her finger the dark nipple.

  "Sure you wouldn't want these to be pink? Little pink cones, for you to nibble on?" She pinched herself hard. "Wouldn't you like that?"

  I moaned as she licked her own nipple.

  "No! No I want them dark, like French roast coffee, or maybe..." I sat back up and sucked her other nipple into my mouth for a second. "Or maybe, some very dark chocolate."

  She grinned at my use of her nickname.

  "You like chocolate huh?"

  I nodded. For several minutes I just lay there looking up at her, watching her work herself on my cock. I loved the feeling of myself being driven into her harder and harder.

  She opened her eyes and looked down at me. Her lips parted as she panted for air.

  "What about my hair? Do you like my braids? Hum? Don't you wish my hair was blond? Wouldn't you like me to be a cute little, blue-eyed, blond?"

  I grinned at her. This was a game we've played since the first days of our marriage. Running my hand up her smooth back, I felt the small glass and wood beads, in her braids, brush across my fingers. I caught her hair and pulled her back I sat myself up again. I turned us onto her back and started to thrust down into her.