Delta County Mississippi Pt. 05

At least once a month, while her husband was at his lodge meetings, she came to fuck Moses. Initially, she was shy and ashamed that everyone saw her and knew what she was there for. Later, after several months, she saw them as friends, waving to them as she made her way to Moses' cabin.

"She cain't get down here as much as she would like. Have a drink."

" I'm too well raised to refuse," Caleb joked.

He walked up to the wooden porch and sat on a rickety well worn wooden chair.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, he ambled towards the familiar comfort of the old wooden porch. Each step he took resonated with years of memories in the creaking planks. He eased himself onto a rickety wooden chair, its worn surface telling tales of countless evenings just like this one.

"You need to be careful! If your father figures out what's happening between you and your mother, there'll be hell to pay."

"I know," Caleb said, "but I'm addicted to the kinkiness of screwing my mother.

"Y'all are like teenagers with the hots for each other. I could hear her moans over the fence."

"Are you going to chastise me or give me a drink?"

"Bring another drink for my friend," Moses ordered.

Caleb was confused. Moses said Kay Randall hadn't been around for a few weeks. He couldn't help but wonder which resident his friend had been fucking.

Caleb was stunned when Sally Hagen, the wife of Reverend Hagen, the pastor of the White church in Delta City, walked out. She was barefoot, clad in one of Moses' work shirts. A deep blush colored her cheeks as she shyly handed Caleb his drink. The scene left him stunned, unsure what to make of this unexpected encounter.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hagen.

"You're Caleb, right? You work at the Goldstein's store?"

"Yessum."

As Mose ran his hand under the shirt and fondled her behind, Caleb couldn't help but notice a certain boldness in his actions. A boldness that said this woman was his to command and fuck.

The front of her shirt fell open, revealing a sight that caught Caleb off guard in the dim twilight. Sally Hagen was a redhead, heavily freckled with thick reddish fur covering her pouty pussy. This unexpected revelation intrigued Caleb, his mind racing with questions and curiosity.

"Stop, Moses!" She slapped his hand away.

Sally Hagen was embarrassed that her relationship with Moses was an open secret in the Bottoms. It intrigued her that he threatened to share her with his friends. She wondered if this handsome young black man would be her second black cock. If so, so be it.

She and Moses first hooked up when he worked at the church for her husband. Ever since that first time the fucked in the back of his old truck, he threatened her with making her a whore for black dick. She wondered if Caleb was to be the next Black man to fuck her.

She heard from one of Ellen Goldstein's close friends that she was in a relationship with her stockboy. It was probably untrue and just idle gossip. But as she looked at him, she thought it would be nice work if you could get it.

"Don't you slap my hand away. Come here, woman!"

Sally let out a surprised squeal as Moses grabbed her hand and pulled her over his lap. He lifted her shirt, exposing her bare heart-shaped pink bottom. The sound of his hand meeting her skin echoed through the air, creating a mix of pain and pleasure in her.

Caleb watched in stunned amazement as Moses spanked her. In an era where black men were lynched at the mere accusation of sex with a woman, Moses was spanking her while he watched. Her behind was smaller and rounder than Ellen Goldstein's.

Sally Hagen's playful giggles transformed into moans of arousal as Moses continued spanking her. Caleb couldn't help but notice the dampness between her thighs as her arousal grew.

Moses delivered a final strike and firmly pushed her off his lap. With a thud, she landed on her buttocks, her legs splayed open, revealing her wet, swollen cunt.

"You see how he treats me," she simpered.

"Get over here and suck my dick, then you had better get dressed and get home. Your husband will be looking for you."

Sally Hagen eyed Caleb and then did as she was told. There was a kinkiness to fucking a black man and having him order her around.

She developed a taste for black cock when her husband was pastor down in Vicksburg. Meeting Moses was a stroke of luck. Not only was he a good fuck; he was a Dominant, ordering her around.

She crawled over to Moses, unbuttoned his jeans, and extracted his tool. She glanced at Caleb as she took her black lover's cock into her mouth. She had never been in a threesome, let alone with two black men.

"Are you sure you don't want some pussy, Caleb," Moses asked.

"I need to get home."

Caleb hesitated, watching Sally's ass wiggle as she sucked Moses' cock.

"You don't have to fuck her long," Moses said, "just stick your dick in her and see how tight that pussy is."

. Caleb glanced up and down the dirt road that ran through the bottoms. His parents lived next door but they were probably in the yard trying to catch a breath of air. Amanda's home was half a mile down the road so she and his wife wouldn't see him.

It was an overcast night, and the Bottoms were pitch black, lit only by the lights in the houses. No one could see them on the porch unless they walked by on the road.

He stood, squatted behind Sally, and stroked her ass.

"Come on, Cowboy, climb aboard. I ain't never done two men at once. And for sure, not two black men!"

Caleb squatted behind her, grasped her slim hips, and slowly slid into his second white pussy. She was tighter and wetter than old lady Goldstein.

"Aww fuck!"

Sally thrust her hips back, burying Caleb's cock deep in her hole. It was incredible to her that she was sucking a black cock while another fucked her. There was the risk of pregnancy, but long ago, she accepted that risk.

"Good pussy, huh, Caleb?"

"Mmm, yes! Nice, tight, and wet!"

After fucking his mother, there was little chance of cumming. He settled in for a nice long fuck.

"That wetness is where I came in her, ain't it, Sally?"

Her mouth was full of Moses' cock so she could only mumble and nod her head. She couldn't believe her luck in having not one but two black cocks. She thrust back, burying Caleb's sizeable cock deep in her needy hole.

He was big, not as long as Moses, but with more girth. It was painful when he entered her, but now her pussy was being stretched as never before.

She groaned her disappointment when Caleb pulled out of her pussy.

"I got to get home, Moses. My wife is due to have our baby any day now.

Sally stopped sucking Moses, stood, and eyed Caleb seductively.

"I get down here as often as I can. Maybe we can finish what we started another time."

Boldly, Caleb walked over, stroked her ass, and gave it a firm slap. That elicited a pleasurable squeal from Sally. He wished he could stay and fuck her, but he had to get home. The baby was due any day.

"I've got to get home. Perhaps another time."

Caleb watched her ass seductively sway as she sauntered naked into his friend's house. In a future generation, she could be a runway model. Her tall, slender figure exuded a captivating elegance, accentuated by her modestly proportioned breasts that barely left a trace beneath Moses' shirt.

"I had better get home," Caleb said, gulping down his drink and standing.

"Ok, homie, later!"

Sally was standing just inside the house naked, holding her dress in one hand.

"Maybe we can finish what we started another time, Caleb!"

"Yessum."

Chapter 03

Amanda Tate was sitting on her porch wearing the de facto casual dress of Black women in the 1940s, a bottom-up-the-front print dress from the Montgomery Ward's catalog. Because of the heat, she wore no underwear. She held a bottle of Hamm's beer, a gift from old man Goldstein, the manager of the defense plant.

"Evening, Amanda."

"Evening, Caleb. You can't go upstairs. Sharonda is in labor, and the midwife is with her."

"She's having our baby," he said excitedly.

"That's what being in labor and with the midwife usually means," Amanda chuckled. "Have a beer. This could take a while."

Caleb's legs trembled as he sat on the steps, his hand outstretched towards the cold beer. Lost in his own thoughts, his gaze absentmindedly drifted upwards, only to unexpectedly catch a glimpse beneath his mother-in-law's dress. His eyes widened momentarily, surprise washing over him. Quickly realizing the impropriety of his unintentional glimpse, Caleb averted his gaze, trying to shake off the arousing image.

"Boy, we are way past you getting bashful after what we did this morning."

"Yessum."

His cock thickened in his pants as he recalled finger fucking Amanda and her sucking his dick.

"It looks like you and my daughter's plan goes into action tonight."

"Ma'am?"

"She told me about your scheme. Y'all want me to fuck you until my daughter can fuck again. I ain't got no problem with that. But have you thought about what happens if I get hooked on your cock, or you develop a taste for my pussy?"

"Amanda, Shar just didn't want me fucking someone else and getting hooked. If I get hooked on your pussy, at least we keep it in the house."

"You mean you think you're man enough to fuck me AND my daughter?"

Amanda turned the beer bottle up and took a long swallow. As she did, her dress rose, fully exposing her twat. Caleb could see it gleaming in the twilight.

Impulsively he leaned over and French kissed his mother-in-law's pussy. He forced his tongue between her cunt lips and licked up and down, being sure to flick her clit.

"Fuck, boy! What are you doing?"

Amanda tried to close her legs and push him away. Not that she didn't like getting her pussy licked, but they were in the open, and the other neighbors might see them.

Caleb forced her legs open and buried his face in her gushing cunt. She was almost as wet as her daughter.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!"

Caleb shoved a finger in Amanda's pussy as he sucked on her clit. Amanda's ass rose off the wooded chair, and her hips thrust forward, overcome with lust.

His tongue ached at the root as he forced it as deep as he could in his mother in laws cunt. Her pussy was sweet, not as sweet as her daughter's was, but sweet and juicy. Her pussy was bigger and he could get his tongue and finger into it at the same time.

Amanda bucked on the chair as her son-in-law gave a master class in pussy eating. He was good, as good or better than many men who had eaten her out.

"You like eating my pussy, boy?"

Caleb mumbled his assent as he slipped a hand under her hips and pulled her closer. He added a finger and pumped them vigorously in her hole while sucking her clit. Her pussy began to spasm, and he knew she was close to cumming.

Just as she did, he pulled the finger from her honey hole and slipped it in her ass. At the same time, he pushed his thumb in her hole and began rocking them back and forth, fucking her ass and her pussy with her clit in his mouth.

Amanda had her share of men and women eating her out. Back in the day, when she and Henry Carruthers were an item, they went to orgies up in Mound Bayou. Some of those people were virtuosos at pussy eating. They couldn't match her son-in-law. As she rode the crest to a soul-shaking orgasm, she wondered if she would be able to give this up when the time came.

Amanda's orgasm exploded. It was like she was being turned inside out. The kinkiness of having her son-in-law eat her pussy on the porch where anyone could see them drove her over the top. Her hips pumped against his face as he expertly took her pulsing clit in his mouth and sucked it as she came.

They heard a baby's wail as she slumped in the chair. Her dress was high on her thighs. She was sated with her juices running through her ass crack.

"I'm a daddy," Caleb exclaimed, pulling back.

"Yeah, and a damn good pussy eater."

Amanda eyed her son-in-law speculatively. The next several weeks would be interesting.

The midwife met him as he rushed into the house.

"You got a healthy baby boy, around 10 pounds. You can spend a few minutes with your wife, but not too long; she needs rest."

"Yes, ma'am."

She grabbed his arm as he tried to push past her.

"And no fucking for at least a month. That's a big baby for such a small woman; her innards need time to heal. You understand?"

Amanda walked up next to him and hooked her arm in his.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure they don't do anything. Come on, DADDY! Let's go see the baby."

"I'll be back tomorrow to check on your wife," the midwife said.

Chapter

The following morning, Sharonda's breasts immediately began expressing milk when the crying baby awakened her. She sat on the side of the bed and pulled the baby from the bassinet she inherited from one of her mother's friends.

With the soft glow of dawn caressing the room, Sharonda awoke to the familiar stirring of her little one. A yawn escaped her lips as she adjusted Caleb's oversized t-shirt—the one that had become her makeshift nightgown.

The baby's cry, more a gentle summons than a demand, tugged at her heartstrings, and instinctively, her body responded. As she guided her little one to her, the warmth of skin against skin mingled with the soft sighs of contentment. The sensation of milk expressing was both a marvel and a mundane fact of life, a testament to the quiet miracles that unfolded in the stillness of the early hours.

. Jenna's eyes fluttered closed, savoring the weight of her baby in her arms, and though she was tired, her heart was full. There, in the soft embrace of morning, life's simple truths were cradled just as tenderly as the child at her breast.

Caleb sat up in bed as the baby suckled. " Good morning, Shar."

"Good morning, baby. You can nurse the other one for your breakfast."

Caleb turned on his belly and took the other nipple in his mouth. His mouth instantly filled with warm, sweet breast milk.

"Mmm! Tasty," he mumbled around the teat.

Sharonda carried in her heart what she had not shared with Caleb. The memory of her lesbian tryst with Callie was a hidden gem, one that sparked with an intensity that surprised her each time it flickered through her mind.

As Caleb lay beside her suckling, he was unaware of the silent storm within his wife.

The baby's suckling was rhythmic and soothing, yet it stirred a longing within Sharonda, a yearning for the soft touch and whispered promises shared with Callie. It was a connection she couldn't shake, a desire that refused to be silenced. She needed to see Callie again, to feel the rush of forbidden pleasure, to share the joy of motherhood with her. But how?

Their world was simple, uncluttered by the trappings of modern communication. No telephone lines disrupted the horizon, no buzzing devices disturbed their peace. Yet this simplicity now presented a challenge. Sharonda knew she must find a way to send a message, a subtle invitation that would bring Callie to her doorstep under the innocent guise of visiting the newborn.

The bay crying woke Amanda up. This would be the first chance to see the baby feeding, and she wanted to watch. She slipped on a robe and headed to the kids' room down the hall. She tapped lightly on the door and walked in unannounced.

She was stunned to see the baby nursing one tit while a naked Caleb sucked the other. His hand was on Sharonda's belly, and his hard cock lay on her thigh.

"Good morning, ma' dear."

"'Morning Shar! I'm sorry to barge in like this, but I wanted to see you feed the baby."

"Which one," Sharonda giggled, nodding her head at her husband nursing.

Caleb stopped nursing briefly. "' morning, ma'dear."

"Caleb, stop!" Sharonda slapped her husband's hand away from her pussy. "No sex for a month. Remember what the midwife said."

Amanda's eyes moved from her daughter nursing the baby and her husband nursing to his hard dick.

"I can help with that," Amanda said quietly, "that is if you guys still want me to be your surrogate fuck. Come with me, Caleb."

"No, ma'dear."

"No, you don't want me to fuck your husband?"

"I want to watch," Sharonda said, "I may be out of action, but I'd love to watch you two."

"Are you sure," Amanda and Caleb said as one.

"Yes, I am! And ma' dear, you can start by taking care of his morning wood. I usually suck him off."

Caleb's gaze followed Amanda as the soft fabric of her robe cascaded to the floor, revealing her voluptuous curves. There was a palpable shift in the air—a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.

Amanda moved closer, her eyes flicking from Caleb to Sharonda. There was a silent conversation in those glances. Amanda and Caleb had breached the taboo that prevented in-laws from having sex. Sucking her son-in-law off while her daughter watched was the next step in her sexual surrogacy.

For Caleb, though he and Amanda had sex several times in anticipation of this moment, doing it while Sharonda watched was the next step in implementing her plan.

Sharonda was having second thoughts as she cradled her nursing baby in her arms. The rationale for having her mother act as a sexual surrogate was to prevent Caleb from catting around while she was out of action. She was particularly concerned about him getting involved with his old girlfriend, Callie.

However, since she and Callie shared a lesbian interlude, she knew that Caleb leaving her for Callie was not the problem. The problem was her feelings for Callie. She wasn't sure what it was but she wanted more encounters.

"Go back to nursing, " Amanda said as she took his cock in her hand and stroked it a few times.

"Come on, baby. Share my breast milk with our baby."

She cradled her husband's head in her free arm and gasped when he returned to nursing.

Amanda licked the copious amounts of precum from her son-in-law's cock. She had numerous erotic encounters in her life; this had to be the kinkiest.

She took Caleb's cock into her mouth for what would be many more times.

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