Ms. Nancy-The Church Madame Ch. 03

From the author:

I would like to again acknowledge the best collaborator an author could ever have, and my muse, Sweatermeat1. She is an author on this site and has been collaborating with me on my stories for several years. Her ideas and suggestions ALWAYS make my stories better. Thank you, buttercup.

This is the third chapter of this series. You should read the first two chapters; it will make a lot more sense if you do. You can get even more background on these characters, if you also read the first four chapters of the Mommy's Cuckcake series, but that's not as important. This series stands alone. I really liked the complexity of the Nancy character in the Cuckcake series and wanted to delve deeper into her.

Warning: There are themes in this series that involve amoral leaders in a church and their misuse of their standing in that church. Furthermore, as in the last two chapters and the other series, Nancy and others partake in some dark kinks which may include but may not be limited to watersports, humiliation and degradation, race play, masochism, sadism, manipulation and cheating. If you have a problem with these themes, please move on. It's fiction, these are not real people, and I like pushing some boundaries in my writing. I Hope you do continue and thank you for taking the time to read my work. I love feedback, even criticism if it's constructive.

Goamz86

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The players:

Nancy Jergens-The Madame - 5'4", overweight, with droopy, fat tits that rest on the thick roll of her stomach. Not what anyone would define as attractive. She has never been married, and the rumors about her sexuality have run rampant for years. Especially, since she spends all her free time at the church or with her best friend Anna Rockenham. She oversees all the committees at the church that involved women, and she has a reputation of ruling them with an iron fist. Everyone at church seems to be at least a little intimidated by her, even the pastor, who outwardly has referred to her as a "ball buster" on more than one occasion.

Melissa(Missy)- The wealthy socialite, southern debutante and submissive, who attends the same church as Nancy, but until recently, showed little regard for her, feeling she was just a fat bossy bitch. At 5'6", she is built like a brick shithouse; gravity defying D-cups, and an ass even J-Lo would appreciate, long, thick, deep-brown, curly hair and a face that turns women's heads as well as men's. Divorced, no children, and someone who enjoyed the sexual freedoms associated with college, where she first experimented with women.

Michael Jacobs- The Pastor- He is 6'3" with piercing blue eyes that seemed magnetic and at the same time could look right through you. He is a runner and has a lean toned body and handsome features that make him very desirable to the opposite sex. Many in his congregation sinfully swoon for the leader of their church. In addition, he is so affable that he allows everyone to refer to him as Pastor Mike, when most clergymen would expect a last name or just "pastor" out of respect. He is 42. He is well endowed, about 8 inches, uncut and thick. Not a virgin on his wedding day but has been very loyal to his wife of 21 years.

Marilyn Rae Jacobs-- The pastor's wife -- 5' 6" Attractive with motherly curves and a beautiful thick mane of dark red hair, a somewhat paler complexion and a pair of blue eyes to rival her husband's. A virgin when she wed, she comes from a well-to-do background. She was the consummate pastor's wife. She is a trusted confidant and has a keen observation of people. She always seems to be in control, but she has always been jealous of the female attention her husband receives, especially from the younger hard-bodied ones, because, in her middle age, she now has some self-esteem issues when it comes to her maturing body.

Bailey Jacobs - The oldest daughter -- The spitting image of her mother, but everything is as tight as it should be at her age, 21-years-old, The perfect minister's daughter, well behaved, perfect student, volunteers at the church as well as in the community. However, she does sometimes wish she could let loose more, but fears ruining hers or her father's reputation. She is not above using her looks and her body to get her way, and unlike mom, she will not be a virgin when she marries. Attends the local Christian college, studying interior design.

Charrice Brown(Charry, pronounce like the little red fruit)- One of Nancy's girls -- 5'10" svelte, 22 years old, Black, and sexy as the day is long. Not overly attractive, but a head-turner. Fabulous c-cups, long-ass legs and a slender, taut ass that had the sexist little bubble to it. The way she moved that ass would have put Marlyn Monroe to shame. She loves to show off that ass in short skirts and tight pants. Although she was blackmailed to become one of Nancy's girls, Charry has since leaned into it, and now, loves helping Nancy to bring more women into her stable, for which Nancy rewards her handsomely each time. The thrill of baiting the innocent, hooking them and reeling them in is now what she lives for.

Emma-The Teen Domme- 5'9-, with a body one would expect of the head cheerleader; full, firm C-cups, a tight, "bangin" ass, and curves that a 20-year-old has no business possessing at that age. Long, platinum blond hair, pretty face with deep blue eyes, a thin nose, and a set of pouty full lips that all the boys wished were wrapped around their cocks; the cocks that were always hard when she was around. She carries an aura of superiority that did not endear her to most of the girls in school but had all the boys eating out of her hand. (Her background is described deeper in the Mommy's Cuckcake series)

**** Just a few days after the end of chapter two. ****

With the pastor right where she wanted him, Nancy turned her focus toward another annoyance, Emma, the now twenty-year-old slut who had the audacity to try and take what was hers. She called Missy to her office one morning and instructed her to contact Emma and arrange for the two of them to meet at Missy's house, making it clear how excited she was to serve her. Nancy then told her what she had planned for Emma and commanded Missy on exactly what to do when the little whore arrived.

After hearing her instructions, Missy was intrigued, but very nervous about her part, worried she may not be able to perform as her Mistress expected. She was, however, excited to see her 'niece' pay for ruining her relationship with Emma's mother, Jill. Although it was just as much her fault, Missy, of course, blamed Emma. Missy had rarely taken responsibility for bad things that happened in her life. It was always someone else's fault. One might call that "hot girl syndrome".

Two days later, Emma arrived at Missy's home, and Missy let her in. As Nancy expected, Emma wasted no time establishing her dominance, "Knees, slut!" she ordered her submissive aunt.

Missy complied without hesitation.

Emma pulled up the obscenely short skirt she was wearing and exposed her uncovered pussy, "Lick!" She demanded.

Missy again did as she was told.

"Mmmmmm." Emma moaned, immediately drunk with her power. It had been too long since she had felt this. Judith, the maid, had assumed Emma's throne at home, controlling both of her parents, leaving Missy to explore other avenues to fulfill her need to dominate. Emma had seduced and dommed three fellow female students, and that had been fun, especially since all of them insisted they were not lesbians. The boys at her school weren't even a challenge. They would drop to their knees to serve her at the drop of a hat. No, dominating older, taboo people like her parents and her aunt Missy, was the thrill she sought. She had shunned Missy some time ago, thinking she didn't need her anymore, since she had control of her home. That was until she was put in her place by Judith (Chapter 4 on Mommy's Cuckcake), leaving Emma to revert back to the woman she knew would willingly serve her and give her that rush she craved.

"That's my submissive little cunt." Emma moaned, looking down and seeing Missy's face buried in her bald over-heated sex. She was so consumed with the power and the pleasure, that she never heard the person who walked up behind her and covered her nose and mouth with a toxin-soaked rag. She fought it for as long as she could, but eventually her body succumbed to the toxin, and she blacked out.

"Wakey, wakey, little one." Emma heard as she felt a hand lightly patting her cheek. She tried to open her eyes, but her lids were so heavy. She fluttered her lids a few times and finally managed to get them half-opened. As her vision became a bit clearer, the only thing in her sight was Nancy's fat smiling face. Her eyes suddenly flew open, and she jerked back trying to move, but her body didn't move. She was bound to something. She looked down and could see she was secured naked to a BDSM horse. Her legs and arms were tied to the legs of it and when she tried to move her body, she could feel the strap around her middle. She struggled for a few moments before realizing it was futile. She was furious, but worse than that, she realized she was not in charge now. She looked back at Nancy and tried to spit fire. That was when she noticed the ball gag. She tried to convey her displeasure anyway, but that too was in vain.

"What's the matter, Precious, cat got your tongue?" Nancy said in a syrupy sarcastic tone.

Again, Emma tried to scream at her.

"This is what happens to presumptuous little cunts when they try to take what is mine." snarled Nancy. "They get what they deserve."

Emma again struggled to get away and scream at Nancy, to which Nancy just cackled like the wicked witch of the west.

"Missy." Nancy addressed her sub and nodded.

Without warning, Emma felt a painful sting on her left ass cheek. She turned back to see Missy, decked out in all leather, holding a riding crop. It was the exact same one Emma had used on her own mother under the guidance of Missy so long ago. She gave Emma a wink.

"Again!" Nancy demanded, "And this time, like you mean it!"

Missy repeated her action, but to the other cheek and with a bit more force.

Emma screamed in pain through the ball gag.

Nancy walked up behind Missy and began speaking to her, "Again, with meaning."

Missy complied, landing another on the original cheek, but Nancy could feel her holding back, so she preyed on her feelings, "Remember, what she took from you? She took not only your best friend, she took the power you possessed over her. It's time you take that power back."

Missy smacked the other cheek, again with greater force this time.

"That's it!" Nancy told her. "Again!"

Missy hit Emma harder.

"Again! Again! Again!" Nancy demanded, and Missy obeyed.

"Yes! You feel that?" Nancy asked Missy.

The sexy belle nodded slowly.

"That's the power.......... the power that corrupts. The power that corrupts your arousal. Again!" She demanded.

Missy rained down several more on Emma's cheeks, and the power did corrupt her arousal. Each time she whipped her mischievous niece and ex-domme, she got a tingle in her pussy. It was the oddest, yet most thrilling thing. She didn't want it to stop. Her arousal was like a fog that consumed her. She didn't see anything but those red cheeks, and she heard nothing. She had complete focus, but after only a few more swings, Nancy stopped her. She took the crop from Missy's hands, and suddenly she could hear Emma wailing in pain.

"Very good my pet." Nancy praised.

Missy should have felt bad about abusing Emma, but all she felt was arousal and pride in pleasing her domme. Nancy set the crop down and walked up behind Missy. Reaching around her, Nancy lightly rubbed Missy's very erect nipple through her thin leather bra. Missy moaned her approval.

"Oh my, someone is very horny." Nancy said as she slid one hand down Missy's soft, smooth belly and into her leather panties. "You are simply dripping my little whore. The power did corrupt, didn't it?" She slid her pudgy middle finger into Missy's sweltering hole.

Missy groaned in appreciation. This was the first time Ms. Nancy had ever pleasured her, and it was magnificent. She spread her legs a bit and rocked her hips forward against Nancy's palm, lost in the rapture of it all.

"Are you ready for the next step?" Nancy asked, now fiddling Missy's swollen clit.

Her question brought Missy back to reality and again she could hear Emma whimpering.

"Yes, Ms. Nancy." Missy replied.

Letting go of her sub, Nancy instructed, "Go get the cream."

It was now Missy's turn to whimper, not wanting the attention she was receiving to stop, "Yes, Ms. Nancy."

As Missy was retrieving the very expensive cooling cream from the table, Nancy positioned herself in a chair right in front of Emma's face. With a finger under her chin, the wicked fat woman lifted the sniveling young woman's dangling head, and told her, "It will all be fine in a few minutes, my pet. Ms. Nancy will take care of you."

Emma screamed her disapproval and bucked her head back, so Nancy was not touching her. Nancy nodded to Missy and Emma's aunt began smothering her searing ass cheeks with the cream. Emma involuntarily let out a groan of approval. As Missy lathered her heated skin with the cream, Nancy took control.

"Now isn't that better? I told you I would take care of you."

Missy tried to scream, "You fat Bitch!" through the ball gag.

"Stop!" Nancy commanded Missy.

Missy stopped with the cream. The heat came rushing back to Emma's abused ass. It began to throb a bit and Emma whimpered again.

"You want the cream?"

Reluctantly Emma nodded.

"That's what I thought." Nancy said. "But, now you're gonna have to say please."

Emma refused.

"Should Aunty Missy get the crop again?" Nancy asked.

"Nooooooooo!" Emma answered through the gag, shaking her head.

"So, you do want the cream?"

Emma nodded, "Yes, please." She defeatedly mumbled."

Nancy nodded at Missy, and she resumed the lathering of Emma's burning flesh.

"Thank you." Emma genuinely mumbled again, through the gag.

Nancy was sitting on a rolling chair and as Missy continued, the fat domme rolled up on Emma, placing her face very near Nancy's crotch. At the moment, her dress separated Emma from Nancy's sex. The evil-minded older woman then proceeded to reach down and start gently teasing Emma's exposed and dangling breasts. She rubbed the nipples and gently pinched them as Missy rubbed the now cooling skin of her ass cheeks from behind.

Emma didn't want to enjoy it, but as Nancy toyed with her sensitive nubs, Missy followed the plan and moved her hand from her ass cheeks to Emma's exposed pussy. She rubbed the cream up and down Emma's exposed labia, pressing her palm gently against the now swelling lips. Emma moaned with pleasure. This continued for several minutes until the young woman was so turned on, she almost forgot her predicament. Of course, she remembered when Nancy let go of her nipples and raised her head with a handful of her hair. The immoral older woman then lifted her dress and scooted up a little more, until her panty-covered pussy was almost touching Emma's nose.

"Mmmmmm, I love it!" Nancy said as she lowered Emma's nose to her underwear.

The smell was not completely repulsive, but there was a pungency to it that made Emma recoil. Nancy pulled her in tighter, giving her no choice but to breath in her scent as Missy continued to pleasure her pussy. Nancy was conditioning her. She wanted Emma to associate pleasure with her scent, and pleasure was definitely what she was experiencing right now.

Missy had her instructions, and as Nancy held Emma's nose to her panty-covered pussy, Missy edged her over and over, bringing her to a state of overwhelming need. She wanted to come so badly, no, she needed to come so badly, but Nancy wouldn't allow Missy to get her there. At this point, Emma was panting like a dog, mumbling through her gag, begging for her release as Nancy's essence filled her sinuses.

Nancy commanded Missy to stop and she did. Emma moaned her disapproval, lifting her ass as much as the restraints would allow, begging her aunt to continue. Nancy backed up, again lifted Emma's head by her hair, "I'm going to take this ball gag out. If you're a good girl, Ms. Nancy will let you come. Are you going to be a good girl?"

Emma nodded, giving in to her need, anything to get her orgasm.

"One foul word or one wrong move and I will take the whip to your ass myself. Trust me, cunt, you do not want that."

Something in Emma changed. Nancy's warning, her dominance made Emma shrink a little inside. Where previously the young woman had viewed Nancy as an equal, a fellow domme, suddenly Emma saw her as a superior, and she nodded again, wanting to do as she was told.

Nancy removed the gag. Emma moved her jaw around to relieve the pain. Missy resumed the manipulation of her pussy as well. Emma let out another appreciative moan and Missy drew Emma close again, but not over the edge.

"Pleeeeeeease?" Emma begged, arching her ass up again. She couldn't believe how aroused this treatment was making her, but fuck she needed her release.

"You want to come my little pet?" Nancy asked her.

Emma had always been disgusted by the fat bitch, but damn she needed it. On top of that, Nancy calling her "pet" had a strange effect as well and she begged, "pleeeeeeeeease?"

Nancy reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties. She raised up her dress and sat down on the chair again. Scooting forward she informed Emma, "Entitled little cunts don't get to come until they make their superiors come." Then she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Emma's face into her fat hairy bush.

Emma was stunned and disgusted and turned on all at once. The emotions, her need and the dominance by the older woman were too much, and the young woman complied; first tentatively, but soon enthusiastically devouring the unkept pussy presented to her.

Nancy aggressively ground Emma's face into her heated venus, and spat degrading words at her, "Eat my cunt you filthy little rich whore! Make me come, tramp!"

All the while Missy was edging Emma over and over. She would finger her pussy and ass, fiddle her clit until she saw Emma begin to raise her ass up and shake, then she would let go. Emma would scream her frustration into Nancy pussy, causing her to perform her duties with more vigor, making Missy grin inside. She realized she missed being the dominant one sometimes. Although she knew deep down inside she relished the submissive role more.

"I'm gonna come, you filthy cunt. Eat me!" Nancy demanded, yanking Emma's hair and forcing her deeper into her flooding hole.

This was a cue to Missy, and she turned up her assault on Emma's nether region. She aggressively moved Emma to climax as well. When Nancy exploded, the naughty aunt shoved fingers into both of Emma's holes and pinched her engorged clit at the same time. Nancy had her smothered in her hairy slit and squeezed her head with her fat thighs. The whole situation had Emma climaxing as well, and she screamed her pleasure into Nancy's vortex. The overwhelming wave of her orgasm and the lack of oxygen caused Emma's whole body to convulse with pleasure and just as the wave of pleasure fell, she passed out; her whole body going limp.

When she woke up, she was lying naked on Missy's front porch with her clothes piled up next to her. It didn't take a genius to know she wasn't welcome back inside. She pulled on her skirt, and top, grabbed the rest, got in her car and drove home. So many emotions ran through her. She fucking hated Nancy and her aunt for setting her up like that, but fuck if that wasn't the hottest sex and most explosive orgasm she ever had. How could she ever repeat that? She wanted more. However, moments later, her post orgasm clarity had her vowing never to speak to either of those cunts again.

Inside the house, Missy was concerned with Emma's well-being on the porch, as she cleaned up her living room with Nancy lounging on the couch. She voiced her concern to Nancy.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about her." Nancy assured her, "She can take care of herself and trust me she will be back for more."

"I'm not so sure Ms. Nancy, she is a very strong-willed young woman." Missy replied.

Nancy pulled up her dress revealing her thick thighs. Spreading them, her messy, hairy pussy came into view, "Can you stay away from this?" She asked, obscenely spreading her lips with her fingers.

"No, Mistress, but Emma is so much stronger than me."

"She'll be back, little one. She most definitely will be back." Nancy promised her. "Now, come get your reward, slut. You have been a very good whore today."

Missy immediately dropped to her knees and crawled between Nancy's fat thighs. Just before lowering her mouth to the center of her lust, she looked at Nancy, "Thank you, Ms. Nancy."

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After her lust-filled evening with Missy, Marilyn Rae was having a bit of an identity crisis. The whole experience had been life changing. She couldn't look at another woman anymore without wondering what she might be like in bed. This went against everything she believed, but she couldn't ignore her feelings, or her carnal desires. Her once satisfying sex life with her husband was now less than so. She found herself longing for a woman's touch every time Micheal crawled up on her and ignored her needs. Of course, his lack of effort could be easily attributed to his insatiable lust for Charry. The fact that she had "destroyed" his life, did nothing to keep him from longing to be with her almost non-stop. These circumstances would lead to a stickier web of deceit and even more marital vow breaking between the head of the church and his long-time bride.

It all started one Sunday after church. Charry was standing in the greeting line making her way toward the pastor as Marilyn Rae stood behind him, presenting a loving devoted couple, like always. The sexy black woman was about 3 months pregnant now, and as she approached, Marilyn noticed the glow. Charry was never shy with her attire, and although it was somewhat appropriate for church, the dress she chose was very tight, and did little to hide her now-swelling breasts and the beginnings of a baby bump. Marilyn's once suspicious attitude toward the sexy black woman, was now more a curious one.

As Charry moved in like, Marilyn Rae first noticed the sexy jiggle of her breasts, not remembering them to be quite as full as they seemed today. Moving her eyes down her body, she could see how the dress swelled ever so slightly with the curve of her belly. She definitely remembered how flat and sexy that midsection had been that day Charry swam at her house. 'Was she pregnant?' This thought immediately made her remember how she had accused her husband of lusting after Charry that same afternoon. Chuckling to herself, she now dismissed those thoughts as silly. If Charry was pregnant, it would establish to her husband that the sexy young black woman was taken, and she knew he would never have sex with this pregnant woman. That would go against everything he held sacred. Wait a minute, did she just refer to Charry as a sexy black woman in her own mind? What was happening to her? Was she becoming a lesbian? She tried to shake those thoughts from her head, but as Charry shook her husband's hand and said good morning, Marilyn lusty thoughts took over and she tried to imagine what it would be like to feel the volume of the black woman's breasts and ponder if a black woman's pussy might taste different from the pussy she had tasted before, merely because she was not white? She was so deep in her dirty mind, she never even noticed the gorgeous woman subtly flirting with her husband, right under her nose. In fact, her mind was so consumed she didn't even hear Charry greet her.

"Marilyn? Honey?" Her husband brought her back to reality.

"Huh?" Marilyn said, raising her eyes from the curves in Charry's skin-tight dress.

"Charrice said good morning." Michael told her.

"Oh, um, I'm so sorry. My mind was somewhere else." She told her, extending her hand.

Charry took that hand, and with both of hers, she shook it but at the same time she caressed it and then looked right into Marilyn's eyes, "I'm sure you have lots on your mind these days" Charry said, with a pause, then continued, "You do so much for this congregation." The last line dripped with inuendo, and it caused Marilyn's chest, neck and cheeks to flush. At the same time, her touch made Marilyn's pussy tingle a bit and she involuntarily gasped.

"Th... Thank you, Charry, I do my best to serve the church." She replied.

"Yes, and all that are in need, I know." Charry replied, pulling her hands back leaving Marily's floating in mid-air between the two women as Charry exited the church.

Marilyn immediately excused herself and hustled to the ladies' room. She entered and there were several other ladies in there. They greeted the pastor's wife, and she replied in kind, but with her eyes down as she pushed open the door to a stall, entered it and quickly locked it behind her. Immediately she fanned herself, trying to lower her body temperature. Breathing deeply, she lifted her dress, pulled down her panties and sat incase the others were listening. The cool seat of the toilet made her shiver a bit and she began to regain her wits.

"What the hell has gotten into me?" She asked herself with contempt. She sat there for a few more moments mulling over the reaction she just had, finally regaining her composure. The others left, leaving Marilyn on her own.

A moment later Bailey entered the bathroom, "Mother, are you ok?"

"Yes dear, just had to use the facilities." She returned, trying to sound calm.

"You rushed off so fast, you had me worried."

"I'm fine, the need just kind of snuck up on me." She assured her daughter.

Bailey was no dummy, she knew the effect Charry could have on a person, "I know the feeling." Marilyn's daughter replied with a grin on her face, not worried her mother would see.

Marilyn deliberately pulled the toilet paper and needlessly wiped herself. This sent a shiver up her spine when she touched her tingling sex, and she noticed she was wet down there. She flushed the toilet to further the charade and righted her clothes before exiting the stall. She washed her hands and dampened a paper towel before patting her neck and chest a bit to cool off further.

"My hormones are going wild, do you think I'm too young for hot flashes?" She asked her daughter, trying to throw her off the scent again.

"Yes mother, you are much too young to be having hot flashes." She replied, giggling inside, knowing exactly why her mother was flushed.

Changing the subject, Marilyn asked, "Is your friend pregnant? You know the colored girl?"

"Mother, really, the colored girl?" She scolded her.

"Whatever." Marilyn Rae scoffed, "I can't keep all the politically correct terms straight"

Bailey rolled her eyes before answering, "Yes, Charry is pregnant, why do you ask?"

"Well, she just seems to have a glow to her, and I thought I could detect a bit of a swell in her tummy."

"Oh, mother." Bailey said rolling her eyes once more.

"Does she have a boyfriend?"

"No." Bailey replied. Can we get going now? Everyone is waiting.

Without replying, Marilyn nodded, the two ladies exited the bathroom and headed to meet the rest of the family. As they were all headed to the car, Marilyn Rae spotted Charry chatting with another young woman. Getting Bailey's attention, she suggested she invite Charry over to be with the family this afternoon. She said it in a way that portrayed sympathy for her predicament. Bailey chuckled inside, knowing her mother's true motivation, but immediately agreed and headed over, to extend the offer.

Marilyn Rae never noticed her husband's reaction when he heard his wife talking to Bailey. He feared his wife may have an ulterior motive aimed at him. Did she have suspicions about his affair with the gorgeous black woman, he wondered? Bailey returned to the group saying Charry would consider it, but didn't want to commit to anything. Marilyn Rae was rather disappointed, while her husband was quite relieved.

Later that afternoon, there was a knock on the door at the Jacobs' home. Marilyn made her way to the door, wondering who it could be, completely forgetting about the invite she had extended to Charry. When she opened the door she remembered and let out an involuntary gasp. Her eyes bugged out when she took in the sight in front of her. There stood Charry, in the skimpiest white floral sundress Marilyn had ever seen. The spaghetti straps dug into the smooth ebony flesh of her shoulders, struggling to support her heavy swelling breasts. The material was opaque enough to conceal the dark areola of her nipples, but not nearly thick enough to keep the protruding nipples from being on full display. The dress flowed over her body, obscuring her growing belly, but the skirt was only long enough to cover her bubble butt and the first few inches of her shapely thighs. The surprised pastor's wife's reaction was exactly what Charry was going for when she picked her outfit.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Jacobs. Thank you for inviting me." She said demurely as at the same time she gave the drooling MILF a seductive stare.

Marilyn immediately slammed her thighs together trying to quell the reaction of her pussy to such a sexy display. Pressing the skirt of her own dress down, the instantly heated mother tried to camouflage the reaction she was sure Charry didn't miss. She gathered herself and replied, "Oh sweetheart, you are more than welcome, please come in, and by all means, call me Marilyn."

"Marilyn it is." The sexy black woman said, staring right into the soul of the swooning woman, through her eyes, as she walked past her and swayed her hips a bit, knowing Marilyn would not be able to keep her eyes to herself. Stopping in the kitchen, Charry noticed everyone else was in the back yard. "I hope you don't find my dress inappropriate, but in my condition, if I wear anything else, I feel like I'm sitting in a sauna.

"No, no, honey, it's fine, trust me I have been there, comfort is hard to come by when you are with child." Marilyn assured her, surprised the young woman had shared such intimate information.

The two women lingered in the kitchen for quite a while, chatting about nothing in particular. The whole time, Charry made subtle gestures that accentuated her sexy body, and she watched as Marilyn flushed and her body reacted to every one of them. Finally, the gossipy southern belle inside the middle-aged woman couldn't resist.

"May I ask who the father is?" She whispered, as though there were others within earshot. Covering for her nosiness, she said, "I mean, I understand if you think it's none of my business." Hoping Charry would still share.

There was a pregnant pause. Marilyn waited anxiously, and Charry milked the moment before answering, "I prefer not to divulge that. It could be quite scandalous if that little nugget got out."

"Is he married?" Marilyn asked, raising the tips of her fingers to her lips with a gasp.

Now Charry whispered, leaning in closely, "Let's just say he is a prominent figure in our community."

Marilyn could smell the sexy aura of Charry and before letting out an "Oh, my!" she breathed in the inebriating scent of the sultry black woman.

"Right?" Was all Charry replied.

Just then the sliding glass door opened, and Bailey walked in. Her mother straightened up and composed herself.

"Mother, what are....?" Her question cut off by seeing Charry. She shrieked her approval and screamed, "What's up bitch?" Before hugging her friend tightly.

"Bailey!" Marilyn scolded her, "language!"

"Relax, mom." Bailey brushed her off, "Charry is my bitch!" She told her.

"Yes, I am you little slut!" Charry teased back.

Marilyn was flabbergasted, but then a warmth came over her as the two young women stared into each other's eyes before hugging again with glee. The reaction had Marilyn Rae excusing herself to go to the restroom. Once behind the closed door, she immediately dampened a washcloth and patted her smoldering exposed skin. She couldn't believe how she was reacting to this black "girl". Missy was one thing, but Charry was so young, and she was black, something Marilyn would never have believed would affect her this way. Was it the taboo of it all? She thought of her upbringing, this was not right, but oh how right it seemed to feel. She cooled herself again with the wet cloth.

Once she pulled herself together, she returned to the gathering. Nothing really happened that afternoon, but all-throughout, Marilyn watched the alluring young woman interact with everyone and Charry made sure to catch her staring several times, even winking at her once, charging up the sexual meter in the pastor's wife. However, the thing that really got Marilyn's motor running and sent her off to the bathroom later that evening to finger herself to orgasm in the shower, was when Charry shifted in her seat one time, spreading her thighs just enough to allow Marilyn to see she had not worn panties. Was it sluttiness, or was it just confidence this woman had in herself and her body, even as she was with child? Whatever it was, it was so overwhelming to Marilyn. She wanted to experience her, all of her. Charry of course did it on purpose, and when she heard Marilyn gasp, she chuckled inside knowing exactly what an effect she was having on this conservative white southern belle.

When Charry was leaving, Marilyn walked her out. As they approached the car, she said, "Charry, if you ever need someone to talk to, I don't know, someone with a little more experience, someone who has been through this." She pointed at her belly, "You can always give me a call."

Charry turned around and extended her arms and Marilyn stepped in for a hug. The women's breasts smashed together, and Marilyn inadvertently let out a slight moan. With her lips right next to Marilyn's ear, Charrice whispered, "I love experienced women." Then she paused for effect, and continued as if that wasn't a sexual innuendo, "They always have the best advice."

The two separated.

"Great, well I'm here anytime." Marilyn replied, trying her best to hide the fact that her panties were filling with her gooey excretions. "Give me your phone."

Charry unlocked and handed her the phone. Marilyn inputted her number and handed it back. Charry got in her car and drove away, knowing it would not be long before she was seducing a third member of the Jacobs family.

****Four days later****

"Marilyn Rae, who's my little white whore?" Charry asked, holding a fistful of her flowing red locks, keeping her face from Charry's dripping aromatic pussy.

The panting white mother of three stuck her tongue out trying to taste Charry's essence again. "Pleeeeeeeease?" She begged, not wanting to answer the question for which they both knew the answer but wanting so desperately to continue devouring the best tasting pussy she had every licked; all two of them.

"Tell me slut, or no more black pussy for you." Charry warned Marilyn Rae, making sure to remind her it was a black pussy she was desperate to eat.

"I am! I am your little white whore." Marilyn replied as the disgust for herself raised up inside her like bile climbing up her esophagus from her stomach.

"I'm your little white whore, what?" Charrice urged her.

"Black Mistress! I'm your little white whore, Black Mistress." Marilyn repeated, wanting desperately to be allowed her delicious treat.

"That a good girl." Charrice praised her new submissive slut with a malicious laugh, lowering her head, so her tongue could reach its goal.

Marilyn instantly continued greedily eating the object of her extreme desire.

The seduction had been the easiest one Charry had ever conducted. Armed with the knowledge of Marilyn Rae's submissiveness obtained from Missy and Nancy, along with the obvious lust in her eyes just a few days earlier, when she had visited the Jacobs' home, Charrice only had to initiate contact with Marilyn to get things rolling. She waited just long enough to make sure the horny mother was sufficiently worked up before sending her a text, asking if she could come over to talk. When young black woman saw what the conservative pastor's wife was wearing, or not wearing as it were, and how dolled-up she was when she opened the door, she might as well have just asked to be seduced. It was full steam ahead.

After the initial greeting, Marilyn invited Charry in. The dominant young black woman didn't even let her prey leave the entry way before she pressed her up against the wall and slid her hand under the too-short-and too-tight-for-her-age skirt Marilyn was wearing, as she pressed her lips to Marilyn's and kissed her deeply. When seductress found no panties, she knew this was exactly what the needy white MILF wanted.

"You dirty, little, white slut!" Charry chided her, backing from their kiss.

"What would pastor Mike think if he knew his good little wife greeted a young black girl in this outfit with no undergarments at all?"

She slid two fingers between Marilyns other lips, and the desperate housewife moaned with approval while spreading her legs wider.

"The saggy braless tits were too obvious.......," The black domme admonished her target, roughly slapping one of Marilyn's braless tits through her blouse, causing a loud yip from the cowering MILF. "but no panties too? How much more obvious could you be, whore?"

By now Charrice was rubbing her palm hard against Marilyn's engorged clit as she sawed her fingers in and out of her already sweltering cunt.

"Show me those tits, Mommy!" She ordered Marilyn Rae, emphasizing her age as well as her standing.

Marilyn had meant to seduce Charry, but this sudden turn of events had her on the defensive, but oh so fucking turned on that she couldn't even protest, as she knew she should be doing right now. With jittery hands, the needy white woman began to unbutton her expensive-looking silk top.

"Faster!" The dominant black woman demanded.

Marilyn tried harder, but in desperate haste, her hands failed her.

Charrice slapped her hands from her blouse, removed her fingers from Marilyn's pussy and ripped the blouse wide open; buttons flying everywhere. "Like that!" She snapped, shoving her hand back under the MILF's skirt again.

Marilyn moaned again at the domination. Charry was even harsher than Missy, and it affected Marilyn likewise.

"Look at those big, fat, saggy, white udders!" Charry admonished.

The humiliation caused yet another moan from the panting mom and her orgasm bubbled toward the surface like lava. It only took a rough pinch and twist of one nipple of those udders to make that volcano erupt. Marilyn let out a squeal, her body began to shake, and her knees got weak.

"That's it, come for your black Mistress, my little white whore!" Charry demanded, still aggressively fingering her victim. She held Marilyn up against the wall as the lava ran down her legs. Eventually she let go and Marilyn crumbled to the ground.

"I need to clean your stench off." Charrice snapped, making a production of walking to and washing her hands in the kitchen sink. Returning to Marilyn, who was still panting in a puddle on the floor, she grabbed a fistful of Marilyn's hair and drug her toward the living room, "Crawl you needy cunt."

Marilyn did her best to keep up with the wicked black woman's pace. Again, she couldn't understand why she was allowing this, but her submissive mind had taken over and she had no fight, just pure lust and need to be whatever this sexy black woman wanted her to be.

Charry dragged her the entire length of the living room until she reached a couch at the far end. Standing in front of it, she yanked her head back by the hair.

"Kneel!" She barked.

Marilyn obeyed.

"Skirt, up!"

She complied, pulling it up around her waist.

"Sit back!"

Marilyn rested her ass back on her heels.

"Hands behind your back!"

Marilyn did. This caused her blouse to fall off her shoulders and her breasts were pushed out.

"Spread 'em!" Charrice demanded, shoving a foot between the trembling white woman's knees.

The nasty minded black woman slapped both of Marilyn's exposed tits. Marilyn screamed, but it was not only a scream of pain, but there was a bit of a pleasurable moan in there as well. Charry noticed and asked, "You like that, you dirty white whore?"

Marilyn couldn't believe it, but she gasped, "Yesssssssssss."

"Yes, Black Mistress." Charry corrected her.

By this time, Marilyn was having an out-of-body experience. She seemed to be watching from above as she repeated the mantra without hesitation, but as she watched she could also feel the excitement rushing through her body. Again, like when she was with Missy, Marilyn Rae didn't understand it, but being dominated like this was more thrilling than she could have ever imagined.

Charry cackled and then mercilessly pinched the nipples and lifted the thrilled white woman's heavy breasts with them. Marilyn's eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her head back while exhaling an approving howl. Charry repeated both forms of tits abuse several times, slapping, then pinching and lifting. Each time Marilyn howled louder. Soon her tits were burning with heat and red from the abuse. As well, her pussy was actually dripping on the floor. Charry turned around, pulled her skirt up to her waist and bent over leaving he taut round black ass inches from Marilyn's face. Charry reached back, grabbed the back of her sub's head and pulled it forward, burying her face between Charry's cheeks.

"Lick my ass!" She demanded.

Shocked by this newest, even more demeaning demand, and unable to do anything else, Marilyn stuck out her tongue and did as instructed. The thong Charrice was wearing hindered her effort, but she pushed it aside with her tongue and licked the puckered orifice.

"Mmmmmm, that's a good girl, get it in there, fuck my black ass with your lily-white tongue." She demanded.

Marilyn did it reluctantly, but even this disgusting act was somehow just as arousing as anything else Charry had done. Charry ground her ass against the white MILF's face for several minutes before pushing her off and back onto her heels once again. Sitting on the couch, Charry raised a foot up between the overheated mother's thighs and began rubbing the top of her foot on Marilyn's flooded pussy. The needy white woman moaned and began rocking back and forth, relishing the feeling. Charry continued until she was sure Marilyn was on the edge of climax before she stopped.

"Pleeeeeeeease Black Mistress?" The pastor's wife whined as if it was second nature to address this sexy twenty- something friend of her daughter's in that manner.

"Nope." Charry told her, lifting her ass from the couch enough to slide her skirt up and pull her panties aside. Grabbing Marilyn by the hair once again she looked her in the eye and said, "It's Mistress' turn." Then pulled the submissive woman's face into her heated pussy. "Eat me, slut, make me come."

Like she did with Missy, Marilyn did everything she could to please the pussy presented to her and the woman attached to it. It was not long before she was lost in her lust and was munching on that hairless pussy like it was her last meal. Charry chided her the whole time, "Prim and proper pastor's wife my ass. Look at you, licking the pussy of a pregnant black woman like a common lesbian. If the congregation could see you now." Pulling Marilyn away from her duty, Charry continued, looking her in the eye, "What would your perfect husband say?" Then after a pause, "I think I might know exactly what he would say." She shoved her back into her pussy, holding her there for several more minutes.

Marilyn was devouring Charry with abandon when the wicked black woman use her hair yet again to yank her off her pussy, "Marilyn Rae, who's my little white whore?"

The panting white mother of three stuck her tongue out trying to taste Charry's essence again. "Pleeeeeeeease?" She begged, not wanting to answer the question for which they both knew the answer; suddenly having a return of conscience.

"Tell me slut!, or no more black pussy for you." Charry warned Marilyn Rae.

"I am! I am your little white whore." Marilyn replied as the disgust for herself raised up inside her like bile climbing up her esophagus from her stomach, but it did nothing to slow her neediness or save her self-respect.

"I'm your little white whore, what?" Charrice urged her.

"Black Mistress! I'm your little white whore, Black Mistress." Marilyn repeated, wanting desperately to be allowed her delicious treat.

"That a good girl." Charrice praised her new submissive slut with a malicious laugh, lowering her head, so her tongue could reach its goal.

Marilyn re-established her efforts and within a few more minutes, Charry pulled her in tightly, and held her head with her thighs, coming like a fountain, leaving Marilyn's mouth and cheeks smothered in her juices. Charry legs clamped together, holding Marilyn in place as her climax peaked and then subsided, with Marilyn slowly licking her the whole time. Recovering a few minutes later, she kicked Marilyn away, stood, smoothed her clothes and began walking toward the door.

"Black Mistress, where are you going?" A disappointed Marilyn asked.

Charry turned around, "I have an appointment with my very important baby-daddy." She lied, knowing it would get Marilyn thinking and wondering who it might be.

"But?" Marilyn whined, now stroking her pussy trying to calm its raging want for orgasm.

"You selfish whore!" Charry snapped. You got yours, and you got it before your black Mistress. You best realize, that will never happen again. Now, I have to go. I am sure you have a filthy fuckin toy you can use to get your slutty white hole off."

The only take away Marilyn got from that scolding was 'That will never happen again', meaning there would be more encounters between them. She relented, "Yes Black Mistress."

"Good Girl." Charry praised her before walking out without another word. Unfortunately, Marilyn Rae did not have any toys, but it would not be long before she owned several.

****About 5 months later***

A very pregnant Charry stood bent over the bed of a local motel as Pastor Mike plowed her from behind. The two lovers had been at it for almost an hour, and Charry had an agenda and a time restriction. She needed this to end soon.

"Yes Daddy, give it to me!!!!" she mewled over her shoulder with a sexy stare.

This caused Michael to shiver and pound her harder. He loved the way she made him feel so powerful, so manly, like he could fuck anything, unlike how he felt with his wife.

"You like my tight black pussy, don't you daddy?"

"Fuck yesssssssss!" The unfaithful pastor grunted as he violently thrust forward again

"Fuck your black bitch, daddy! Make me come!"

That was all he needed. He grabbed her hips and drove his cock in as deeply as possible, grunting animalistically as he exploded into her pregnant womb.

"Mmmmmmm, that's it, daddy, paint my cunt with your seed." Charry moaned, loving the way she could make him feel soooooooo good. They both collapsed onto the bed.

Waiting a few minutes for him to recover, she got on all fours and approached his wilted cock. Caressing it tenderly, she lowered her mouth to suck it.

"Baby, I don't think he's gonna get hard after that workout." Her lover warned.

"Oh daddy, you know your Babygirl can always get it up." She told him, sucking his now semi-limp cock into her mouth, all the way to his balls.

Within minutes, she had him hard and ready to go. She climbed aboard, sliding him into her already cum-soaked pussy. She proceeded to ride him as roughly as her condition would allow, coaxing his orgasm with her filthy words.

Not long after, she had him on the brink. When he announced he was ready to explode, she rose up and dismounting his cock. She throttled it with her fist and stroked it with purpose until he finally exploded again. As he groaned his approval, Charry aimed his cock at her swollen belly, covering it with his gooey tribute. Pastor Mike loved watching her be naughty like this. Sex with her was so much better than with his wife. He hoped he could keep this affair secret, and that it would never end.

Charry sat on his thighs and proceeded to smear his cum all over her pregnant belly, until it had disappeared into her skin like lotion. "They say its good for the stretch marks" she teased. He had no idea if it was true, but it was so hot watching her do it. When she had finished, she stood and immediately began to dress.

An exhausted Pastor Mike rolled over, looked at her and sleepily asked, "Aren't you going to shower before you go, love?"

Sliding her panties up to cover her still messy cunt, Charry replied, "Not today, daddy, I want to carry your scent everywhere I go." Then she stepped to him and landed a loving peck upon his forehead. "Take a nap, lover, you deserve it." She told him, always trying to stroke his ego, while at the same time just digging him into a deeper grave. She dressed and then approached him again. Kissing him deeply on the lips she added, "I have some somewhere to be. See you soon, daddy." Then she winked at him and walked out.

Still basking in his post orgasm bliss, Michael grinned, rolled over and slipped into a slumber for the rest of the afternoon.

Outside, Charry texted: On my way, ASSUME THE POSITION!

She then slipped into her new car, courtesy of her baby-daddy and headed for the house of the person she just texted. When she arrived, she walked in without knocking, and found her loyal sub naked, kneeling, with her eyes lowered.

Seeing Charry's heels, Marilyn Rae dropped to her hands and knees and immediately began licking them with vigor. Charry waited several minutes, to make sure her sub was sufficiently subjugated before speaking.

"Bedroom, my adulteress white cunt, now!" She snapped.

"Yes, Black Mistress." Marilyn replied, crawling away and toward the room where she and her husband slept.

Over the past five months, Marilyn had submitted countless times to Charry, and they had established a decorum. Marilyn loved each encounter, no matter how depraved Charry's demands became, and they did get extremely humiliating. Charry especially loved making Marilyn kiss, lick and even lather her swelling belly with moisturizing cream to help heal the stretch marks. Obviously, Marilyn Rae didn't know it was her husband's love child inside that swelling bump, but Charry did. The dominant black woman knew at some point this horny submissive cunt would figure it out and the humiliation of doing such things would be even greater at that point.

"Can you feel it, slut? Can you feel my white love child kicking your whore tongue?" She would snidely remark. "I am so addicted to his daddy's thick white cock. It has the most perfect curve to it too. It hits all the right places."

Wanting to please her mistress, Marilyn would whole-heartedly agree, "Yes, Black Mistress." The whole time wanting to know who the important white man was that had knocked her up.

"If it ever got out, what a scandal it would be." Charry would tease. "Such a pure, righteous man, having an affair with his black whore. Oh, how the tongues would wag. He's so naughty too, he just loves licking my filthy little black asshole, just like you, slut. Oh, and he loves to kiss me so passionately. Sometimes, we just lie around and make out for hours. We don't do that, do we, cunt?"

Marilyn's mind would spin with each little clue given about the lover's identity, trying desperately to figure it out, hoping that gnawing little feeling she had was wrong. It seemed like every clue given made that feeling rise, causing her even more anxiety. However, she just kept pushing it down, assuring herself she was just being paranoid.

After each session with her domme, the submissive MILF longed for the next one. Her six-months-ago self would be so ashamed. That strong confident woman would not recognize the woman currently crawling naked down her own hallway. On the other hand, her this-very-moment self was dripping pussy juices down her thighs and only cared about pleasing the women walking behind her whipping her ass with a riding crop.

"Faster, slut!" the black woman demanded.

Marilyn complied, speeding her crawl as her soft belly, ass and thighs jiggled, and her hanging breasts swayed to and fro.

"Fuck, I love abusing that fat white ass of yours, little miss pillar of the community." Charry chided, smacking it, yet again. "If the women's auxiliary could see you now."

Each lick of the crop on Marilyn's bare skin caused more tingle in her core and caused more dripping from her melting cunt. Finally reaching her room, Marilyn Rae looked back to her domme for further direction. Charry walked in front of her.

"Present, slut!"

The dutiful sub sat up straight, on her knees, spreading them significantly, put her hands behind her head, fingers laced together. Then she pulled her elbows back as far as she could, causing her heavy drooping boobs to rise a bit on her chest, presenting them for inspection. Charry raised her own skirt and pulled down her panties. Pastor Mike's load had filled and stained those panties, and as she pulled them down, a considerable string of cum linked the two until finally breaking when the garment reached her knees. Turning them inside out, Charry presented the soaked garment to Marilyn. It was obvious to the needy slut that her domme had recently been fucked. Then, without a word, her black mistress smeared the combined fluids all over the mother's nose, mouth and chin. Marilyn didn't move, knowing her obedience was expected.

"Breathe deeply!" she demanded, balling the silk panties in her hand.

Marilyn complied, taking in the pungency of the mixture. The act of humiliation caused her pussy to flux more and she shivered. Charry watched for a moment, reveling in the submission.

"OPEN!" She commanded.

Marilyn opened her mouth, her chin quivering as she did it. Charrice took the balled-up garment in her hand and shoved it in her sub's mouth. Again, she waited. Marilyn tasted the secretions on the material as she continued to smell them too. She swallowed some saliva mixed with the taste, as her mouth began to water liberally. Her eyes closed, and Charry thought it was because of her arousal, but actually, it was because Marilyn Rae thought she recognized the taste. That gnawing feeling returned, but she told herself she was being ridiculous.

Suddenly, she felt the sting of the crop on her left nipple, causing her to yelp through the panty gag. Another soon followed to the other nipple. She was able to stifle another yelp, but the abused yet again invoked more fluids from her burning hole. There was now a small puddle forming on the floor below it.

Charry noticed, "Look at you leaking like a filthy whore." Then she smacked Marilyn between her legs. The horny slut MILF's juices splattered all over her thighs and she moaned a deep longing moan. Moving herself forward, so she stood in front of Marilyn, Charry commanded her to worship her baby bump with her tongue.

Marilyn obeyed and began licking the swollen belly of her domme while holding on firmly to her ass cheeks. Charry's skin tasted differently this time. It was salty, not sweat-salty, something different, but it didn't slow Marilyn's reverence.

"Can you taste him, buttercup?" Charrice asked with a sneer. "He blew his second load all over his baby's cocoon, after filling my occupied womb, and right before I came to see you."

The humiliation only aroused Marilyn more. "Yes, my black Mistress, I can taste him." She replied.

"Good." Charry replied, letting her sub lather the entirety of her belly with her tongue. A few minutes later she commanded, "Now, clean my dirty cunt, slut."

"Yes mistress." The panting white sub replied, diving in without hesitation as Charry continued to stand in front of her.

"Black Mistress!" Charry insisted.

"Yes, Black Mistress." Marilyn Rae corrected herself. She licked and sucked the combined juices of her Black mistress and her white lover. There it was again, that familiar taste. "Could it be?" she thought. "It couldn't. I'm sure it all tastes the same." Marilyn had never tasted anyone else's cum other that her husband's so how could she know if each man's tasted differently or if it all tasted the same?

"Play with that old, used up, white cunt of yours." Charry told her as Marilyn devoured her tight black pussy.

"Thank you, Black Mistress." Mailyn Rae replied, immediately rubbing her engorged clit and fucking her fingers inside as well.

"Don't you dare cum!" Carry warned. Then she looked down on her, enjoying the scene, coming several minutes later. This only added to the secretions Marilyn was swallowing. When Charrice had recovered, she watched Marilyn masturbate until she was sure Marilyn was on the edge of orgasm. She yanked her head back and looked down with scorn. "Open wide!" she commanded.

Marilyn complied just before Charry unloaded her bladder all over the face, hair and body of her desperate -to-come submissive. The surprise on her face was priceless, but the thrill of humiliation was more surprising, and when Charry yelled, "Come, you filthy white whore.", Marilyn did exactly that, shaking and moaning her climax like a cat in heat. The rush through her body was all-consuming, and it eventually made her body go limp. Charry let go of her hair, and Marilyn fell to the floor in the puddle of urine, flopping around like a fish out of water, as Charry wailed with amusement.

Adding another twist in their relationship, after Marilyn had recovered, Charrice with more care than ever before, instructed Marilyn to stand. Then, she escorted her to the bathroom where Charry started the shower and pulled Marilyn Rae in with her. She proceeded to lovingly wash the exhausted sub then instructed her to do the same for her. The two toweled off and Charry invited her to the bed that both women had used to fuck Pastor Mike. The two cuddled and even kissed for a bit, like a couple of intimate lovers.

Marilyn was blown away by this gesture, but didn't question it, loving every second. The two even chatted a bit.

"You know, I envy you." Charry said.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. A pastor's wife, so respected in the community. Sometimes I wish I could be a pastor's wife. Well, then again maybe not if it meant ending up on the floor in a puddle of urine." Charry joked, causing an uncomfortable chuckle from Marilyn. "My lover's wife is just like you, well-respected. Everyone loves her. I hate her!" Charry said with a bit of venom.

Marilyn had no reply. What was she to say? She did not approve of Charry's affair, but then again, who was she to judge. She was having a torrid affair herself, with the same woman as that man, this so-called pillar of the community Charry spoke of.

As always, Charrice's actions were done with intent. She just loved manipulating this woman. First teasing her with hints of her lover to raise doubt and then loving on her to throw Marilyn off the scent. It worked like a charm. With this newfound gentler Charry, Marilyn thought there was no way her suspicions could be right. How could anyone be that manipulative.

Her anxiety waned all the way until the day Charry's baby was born. Of course, Marilyn was at the hospital, the two had formed a very public friendship. However, to the pastor's wife's disgust, the baby's father was nowhere to be found. Marilyn Rae was in the room with Charrice when the nurse brought in the baby. It was all wrapped up, and she handed him to the mother. Charry hugged it and kissed its mocha colored nose as it cooed and fussed.

"You want to hold him?" She asked Marilyn Rae.

"Absolutely!" she replied.

Charry handed the baby to her white sub lover. Marilyn cradled him and then pulled the blanket back to reveal his beautiful face. His eyes were closed as he fussed a bit in her arm.

"He's beautiful, Charrice." She said looking her mistress in the face.

"Thank you." The mother replied.

Looking back at the child, Marilyn's expression went blank. That was the moment Charry knew she knew. Staring back at the pastor's wife, were the most familiar crystal blues eyes of her husband. She didn't know what to do, what to say. Her stomach sank, her knees got weak, and she just stared vacantly into those eyes, wondering how she could ever gotten herself into this predicament.

"What's wrong, little one?" Charry said, knowing the answer.

To be continued???