A Black Man Moved into My House Pt. 02

Author's Note: Part 2 of A Black Man Moved into My House, a BNWO story about a new prisoner reform program. The scene begins immediately after Susan has taken a facial from Deon's BBC.

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 18+.

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Mom's face was covered in Deon's cum. She was seething and it didn't matter to her. The sexual treatment black men receive in the Black New World Order was understood. However, there was still nothing quite like seeing it in the manner that it was displayed on my mom Susan.

I was frozen between two states - the unmistakingly erotic view of Deon's black superiority strewn across her and the very real issue of my mom being pissed at me. I could spend all night hiding in my room, dick in hand, while my mom rode Deon, but making her angry for stupid reasons meant punishments and chores. What made this worse though was that this was the first impression we were making on Deon and that wasn't something my mom was going to forget overnight. I dreaded the coming days, there was going to be hell to pay.

Fuming, my mom turned around with Deon and left to her room to discuss things.

"Look what you did stupid," my sister hushed at me once our mom was out of earshot.

"Me, You're the one that walked into my room without knocking" I retorted.

"Ok, but you were the one doing weird shit dumbass. Sorry, I didn't realize you were having a passionate moment with your wall."

It was clear that I wasn't going to win this argument. Sure, I was right. She walked in on me when she shouldn't have, but the optics weren't on my side. At least they didn't know that I was eavesdropping on mom and Deon? I couldn't be totally sure.

"Anyways, I'm going to go now. Alice is coming over later so don't be so fucking weird. Ok?"

My ears perked up. "She is?" I questioned, puppy eyes on my face, but Cindy said nothing. She just walked away on her phone, her cute bubble butt swaying in her leggings as she walked away.

I paused and looked around for a moment, excited by the prospect of Alice coming over. I didn't totally know if I believed her or if she was just teasing me. Getting my hopes up was risky, but I was too excited. Alice was gorgeous, she always brightened my day.

I quickly cleaned my room up, trying to vanquish any hint of cum from earlier. It was bad enough that I had precum stains near the wall, but Deon unleashed a torrential amount of black seed on my mom's face and a lot of it dripped onto the floor. It was one thing to clean my own cum up, this was my room, but another - much more superior - black man's cum? That was humiliating and I did my best to remind myself that it was all part of the new program. We cherished the BNWO knowing that these were just growing pains and adjustments for a much better future with Deon and his new gym.

Unfortunately, Deon's cum didn't completely get removed, ruining the carpet's color with a notable smudge. It had never happened to me before, but Deon is black and his cum was a lot thicker helping it penetrate the dyes better.

As I finished up, I could hear my mom calling me from the other room. My heart raced, not knowing what to expect. Was she going to yell at me? Ask for an apology? I couldn't tell, but I didn't want to make her wait so I hurried there, turning into her room to find her cleaned up and dressed in her usual sweatpants and Tank top. Deon stood nearby, looking through his bags for a few things.

"What's up?" I asked, unsure of the situation.

"Deon still needs to move his bags. I know they're really heavy for you, but it'd help if you did some of the work."

I looked over at the bags, not happy to repeat earlier. "Sure, ok, " I said with hesitation. I wasn't sure how to approach Deon. My mom just sat there waiting for me to go help, but Deon had barely acknowledged me.

I took a deep breath and walked over to Deon, his height becoming more noticeable as I got closer. "H-how can I help?" I stammered.

He turned to look at me with an intimidating demeanor and spoke in a deep, commanding voice "These bags are full of bars and plates. I need them in the garage but they're too heavy for one person. So I'll pick up one end and you pick up the other."

I looked down at the bags, seeing why they were so heavy before. I guess it was easy to move them when he was being driven here, but now all the heavy lifting was my responsibility.

"Ok, I'll follow you," I replied.

On three, we lifted the bags together. It felt like bricks, but I knew I could muster the strength since the garage wasn't too far. Deon on the other hand didn't have as much of a problem with lifting them, making it look easy. If the bags weren't so bulky, I'm sure he could have carried it all by himself. If anything, he probably would have done it faster that way without me.

Slowly, we shuffled the various bags and benches into the garage being careful not to knock anything over or bump the walls. The slow walk towards the garage gave Deon some time to get more familiar with our home, seeing all of our family photos and various collections of trinkets and decorations. The serenity of it struck Deon who had only seen life from behind cold iron bars, hardened by crime and danger.

By the time we had gotten everything into the garage I was exhausted. Fortunately so was Deon who decided we would take a short break to catch our breath and took the moment to look around the room, visualizing how his gym would be set up. My mom quickly followed in with some water for us, helping Deon decide where everything would go when there was a ring at the front door.

"Honey," my mom said to me, "can you go get that?"

Slowly, I got up, caught my breath, and walked to the door. As I opened it, I was stunned to see Alice standing there. She was breathtaking, her red hair lush and complemented by her green eyes. She was wearing long, baggy jeans like most girls today do with a tight charcoal colored tube top that showed off how toned and slim her body was while her tits popped out with incredible cleavage, begging to be squeezed. The waistline of her jeans hung off the top of her ass, showing the curve of her bubble butt before draping down and obscuring her legs. She wore cute white sneakers with a rounded toe that popped out just beneath her jeans.

As usual though, I stared at her tits a second too long before snapping out of my daze. It wasn't the first time I had been caught, but it was just as embarrassing. Alice wasn't interested, but she thought it was cute. Her body had that effect.

"Hi," was about the best I could muster as she looked at me. I knew she was here to see my sister, "Um, Cindy's in her room I thi-." Cindy came running up to the door, nudging me aside to talk to her friend.

"Alice!" My sister yelled, hugging her and chatting her up with the most useless gossip. I watched for a moment as she embraced my crush so effortlessly while I would probably never get to.

Feeling like a third wheel I turned and made my way back to the garage to see if Deon needed more help when I overheard my sister talking about him to Alice. "Ya, he's here right now. You want to go meet him? Let's go!"

The three of us all headed the same way, arriving together to see Deon and my mom discussing where to place the bench.

"Hey mom, guess who's here!" Cindy said, motioning to Alice. "She's getting ready to go out and wanted to stop by first so I thought I'd introduce her to Deon."

Our mom's face brightened with excitement. "Alice! Hi, how are you?" she said as she walked over to quickly embrace the girl. "It's so good to see you! And you came at just the right time. Deon, the new addition to our home, is just moving in."

Alice looked over to Deon, who was checking out her body, and gave a small hello. She was a bit nervous around him, his powerful frame looming large over her petite white body. She liked him, admiring his muscular tone knowing that his most impressive feature lay behind only a thin layer of his cotton shorts.

My return to the garage wasn't as celebrated. Instead, Deon told me where to move the plates and bars from inside the bags before moving closer to Alice to meet her. I was a little annoyed that Deon was talking to my crush instead of helping, but in my feeble mind, decided that this was a great moment to show myself off to Alice by mightily moving all of these heavy weights around and catching her attention with my strength. But that was easier said than done because I wasn't strong enough to do any of that, dragging and heaving everything instead.

I don't even know if Alice noticed me at all, and I'm not sure if I even wanted her to. I didn't have a choice though because in the middle of Deon's chat with her he turned around to ask how I was doing, unimpressed with the slow speed of things.

"Excuse me," he said to Alice. "I think he needs a little help."

Alice looked over to me, noticing that I was struggling to move everything and gave a coy laugh. Whatever impressive impression I was trying to broadcast to Alice, she received the opposite; watching Deon come over to help me move the plates with incredible ease compared to my strenuous effort.

"Hey mom," my sister asked with a suspicious tone that wanted something. Susan looked at her, waiting to hear it.

"There's a party tonight at our friend's house and Alice doesn't want to go alone. Can I go with her? Please."

Susan gave her an annoyed look. Not only was it Deon's first night with us, but after earlier, Susan wasn't in the most gracious of moods and gave Cindy a look that made her answer clear.

"Why not?" Cindy pleaded with frustration.

"You're going to skip dinner on Deon's first night here?" She questioned.

"What if I go after?"

"No."

Cindy was about to complain further when Susan gave her an angry glance, reminding her to stay polite in front of Deon. Cindy fumed and accepted Susan's decision. "Fine," she said before storming out, dragging Alice behind her.

Back to her room, Cindy shut the door behind her as Alice walked over and jumped on her bed.

"Ugh, I can't believe her. She always does this. 'No, you can't go out,' 'you have to stay home tonight.' I hate it." Cindy whined, mocking her mom. "Ya, I get it, he's new here but he's going to be living with us for a long time. It's not like we're never going to have dinner together ever again." She was venting to Alice now who was only half-listening.

"He's hot though." Alice chimed in.

"I know, but I'm not the one fucking him right now. My mom is. If she wants him for dinner so badly she can give him some pussy."

"Did they fuck already?" Alice asked.

"No, not yet. But she sucked his dick. He plastered her face."

"You saw?"

"Ya, my brother was being fucking weird jacking off in the corner or someshit. I walked in and screamed, then mom came in and yelled at us." Cindy paused for a moment, recollecting her thoughts from before, stating bluntly "Deon's big."

"Really" Alice asked with a shy curiosity.

"Ya, but I like Tyrese still" Cindy said, mentioning her crush from the basketball team.

"I heard he's going to be at the party." Alice replied, knowing about her interest in him.

"With who?"

"I don't know, a couple of guys from school probably. You want me to talk to him?"

"I don't know," she said in a defeated tone, lacking her usual confidence. "I still don't think he likes me."

"Why do you keep saying that?" Alice remarked, confused by Cindy's shift in mood. "You're hot, of course he likes you."

"No, it's not that." She paused, "I saw him talking to Rebecca before his last basketball game and they were flirting a lot." Cindy gave Alice a worried glance, needing Alice to hype her up. Rebecca was equally hot and Cindy felt threatened by her beauty. Since she saw them talking to each other, Cindy overanalyzed every aspect of herself compared to Rebecca. "And now," Cindy continued, "I can't go to the party tonight to talk to him. He's going to forget about me and hook up with Rebecca."

"Relax, relax," Alice repeated, trying to calm down Cindy before she broke out in hysterics. "I don't even know if she's going to be there. And anyways, even if she does hook up with Tyrese, she'll probably fuck 2 or 3 other black guys at least. You know her, total slut."

"But I don't want her to fuck him at all" she pouted.

"Cindy, Tyrese is black. Half the cheer squad has felt his big dick. You know you can't expect him to turn down white pussy."

"I know, I just don't want him to fuck her," Cindy said with venom.

"Ok, well what if I talk to Tyrese and if I see Rebecca I'll distract her from Tyrese for you? Then she'll find someone else to fuck."

Cindy paused, thinking about Alice's suggestion. "So, you're going to cock block her?"

"Ya," Alice said with a giggle. "Tyrese might not like it though."

"Hmm," Cindy pondered, twirling her hair while she thought. "Well, he'll like it when he gets his hands on me." She said with her confidence restored.

Alice smiled with glee, "ok, perfect."

Back in the garage, Deon and I spent the rest of the evening finishing up the gym and getting all of the weights situated. There was a variety of exercise equipment with all the basics for a home gym that Deon could eventually grow into a business. By the time we were done, Alice had already left for the party and food was ready for dinner on the table.

Deon and I made our way to the dining room, joining Susan and Cindy to eat. Our mom was a decent cook, but compared to the prison food Deon had been accustomed to for so long, she may as well have been the most skilled chef alive. Every bite was enjoyable, yet the three of us all noticed the defensive position that Deon ate his food in, reminiscent of guarding himself while eating during his years in prison.

We ate quietly, unsure what to talk about with Deon, curious about so many things, yet afraid to ask. "You know what," my mom spoke up, "I think this calls for a nice bottle of wine. Don't you guys think so too?"

Deon looked up, realizing that alcohol wasn't something that he would need to keep hidden anymore. The only contraband he would enforce in the house was condoms. He had no interest in those, wanting raw white pussy only. "Ya, why don't you pop something open," he said with his deep voice.

Moments later my mom was walking back from the kitchen, a bottle of pinot noir from the central coast in hand. "How can we celebrate such an occasion without a toast?" my mom asked rhetorically while pouring everyone a glass, but Cindy was uninterested, excusing herself from the table after finishing half of her plate.

I took a glass, deciding to cheer to Deon for the both of us. I didn't really drink, but it felt like the right thing to do. We wanted him to feel welcomed whether that was in our mom's bed or at our dining table.

We raised our glasses, giving cheers to Deon's newfound freedom and clinked our glasses. The drink was warm with a tart taste that covered the alcohol well. It was certainly strong and within a few moments of continuing our food we began chatting a bit more lively. My mom wanted to know more about where Deon had grown up and his experiences leading up to the Black New World Order.

Deon told us how he used to be a part of a pretty significant drug operation in Atlanta, overlooking multiple corners for slinging dope. He was well known around the city, attracting a lot of attention both good and bad.

As Deon told it, he had been paying off a few cops to ignore his territories, but when the chief found out that Deon was fucking his daughter a warrant was put out for his arrest and thus began his long stint behind bars.

"How did he find out you were seeing his daughter?" My mom asked, the wine beginning to warm her up.

"Homeboy got raided and when they looked through his phone they found pics of her sucking my dick."

My mom laughed and so did I, but it was more of a nervous chuckle as I listened to his stories. "Why did he have pics of you two on his phone?"

Deon smirked with a small chuckle. "Bitch, I got the police chief's daughter sucking my dick. Every nigga in Atlanta gonna know my name after that."

My mom's laughter quieted down, curiosity taking over. "How did you two meet anyways?"

"She was just another gold diggin' ho with some daddy issues. You know back then, I was cash. A girl want some Gucci, ya I got her, but she gotta pay out later and she was just one of them girls at the club one night. Found out a few weeks later and started dicking her down real hard. Half the hood was dapping me up by the time Chief found out. All these years later, that pussy still broken."

I took a sip from my glass, unsure what to say. My mom on the other hand was enveloped in his tale. I also noticed her glass was a lot more empty than mine and then it dawned on me. I already knew and expected this, but those steps were already in motion. My mom was preparing herself for black dick and she was going to need a little extra wine if she wanted to survive Deon's girth. We already knew how massive he was and he was going to put her body to the test once that bottle of wine was finished.

I glanced at Deon who was devouring her with his eyes and I realized that I had suddenly become a third wheel as the moment of my mom's blackening crept closer. The wine opened up her blood vessels, causing a rush of warm blood to swell up in her clit, throbbing with her heart beat.

"Were you her first black man?" My mom asked with a sensual tone.

"I was her first for a lot of things." Deon said with a prideful glance at her tits. The wine was beginning to loosen up Deon's demeanor, building his attraction to Susan. "First black dick, first orgasm, first creampie. That girl ain't even had a whiteboy eatin' out her pussy. Did a little dance with my tongue and she melted on me."

"Then you fucked her?" My mom asked bluntly.

"I smacked her around a few times with my dick first, but ya. Opened her up and went balls deep. Or as much as I could, her pussy wasn't deep enough for every inch. I always bottomed out with her."

Feeling the tone of the conversation beginning to shift I took a final sip from my glass, finishing the wine and excusing myself from the table. In the kitchen, I put away a majority of the dishes, leaving some of the bigger things for later. The running water was a little loud but I was still able to make out the conversation between Deon and my mom as he described how he first stretched out the girl's white pussy. From the way Deon described it, the girl was going wild cumming on his big black cock repeatedly as his girth forced her to stretch out nearly twice as much as her white ex-boyfriend. I wanted to call cap, thinking that some of these stories were starting to sound too fantastical. Really, non-stop cumming on his gargantuan black gift to women? I knew he was big, but come on, there has to be some sort of limit to his supposed prowess in bed, right?

I was probably just jealous. At least he had these stories to tell. I had fucked no one yet watched him chatting with my crush earlier today. It was a struggle, a common one I suppose. Every white boy struggles with coming to terms about black men and the magnetic attraction that white women have for them.

I finished up in the kitchen, complacent with my thoughts and headed to my room. I wanted to say good night to my mom and Deon, but they were more wrapped up in conversation than before. It seemed the conversation had moved onto some other girls that Deon had met during his time hustling. It made me wonder just how many white girls he would have fucked by now if he had never been locked up. After 20 years, it could have been in the hundreds.

Regardless, I disappeared back to my bedroom as their conversation turned hotter and more flirty. Next door, I could hear Cindy listening to random pop music probably scrolling her phone for updates about the party Alice was at. I wanted to know more about it too, hoping that in some miraculous event she would not hook up with a black guy at the party, instead saving herself for me once she came back.

I shot Cindy a text. "Think mom and Deon are gonna be busy soon. Mom's getting kinda drunk."

Cindy sent a reply, "Ya, I can hear them." Cindy was still upset about being at home instead of the party. She was waiting for an update from Alice, but she wasn't replying. She sent a 2nd message - "So mom can get drunk tonight, but I can't?"

I replied, "I mean, she offered us both some but you walked away"

"Ok, but I don't want to drink with my mom on a Saturday night."

"Deon does" I replied, half joking.

I waited, my message left on read as I pondered Cindy's reaction. It was just a dumb joke I didn't really think about before sending, but maybe it was a bit too much? Then I thought about it more, realizing that I wasn't wrong and he would probably be claiming our mom pretty soon now.

A message popped up from Cindy. "Alice just got there."

"Didn't she leave like 2 hours ago?" I replied.

"Ya, but she stopped to see a friend first. He's not going to the party."

My mind was racing. There was no way it could be true, praying my sister was just being an annoying bitch again. I tried to respond casually, "who?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't met him."

She was doing this on purpose. I knew it, but I had little time to think about it as I heard mom and Deon stumbling into my mom's room together, kicking the door shut, and clumsily undressing themselves.

The tension between them was breaking with every button undone. Deon, kicking off his boots, letting Susan unveil the monster behind the bulge of his shorts. His big black cock hung swollen, engorged with blood as it anticipated white pussy. He was so big that, while hard, his BBC hung like a pendulum instead of standing completely straight up because it was so heavy.

Susan embraced the massive black phallus in front of her face for the second time today, plunging herself onto it, gargling Deon's monstrous black cock and preparing it for her blackening. His black cock was incredibly thick, so thick that Susan could only manage to get Deon's purple cock head into her mouth, needing to rely on both her hands for most of the work.

The taste of Deon's African cock was inescapable. Susan's entire throat was getting blocked off by his black meat and breathing through her nose was becoming difficult. It wasn't long before the pheromones released from Deon's BBC began to mix with his precum and Susan's slobber, creating an elicit elixir that soothed her needy mouth.

Deon pulled his cock out of Susan's mouth, giving her relief, and began slapping his dick on her face. His wet phallus made a loud slapping noise as his BBC flopped heavily across her lips and cheeks. Next, Deon dragged his powerful black balls across her face, up her nose, across her eyes, and on top of her forehead, marking her with his superior black manhood.

Susan took in a deep breath, inhaling the powerful scent of Deon's BBC, an aphrodisiac unlike any else, and felt her body begin to crack under her growing lust and desire for superior black dick. She began slowly jerking him off again, planting cute small kisses up and down his shaft. There was so much to kiss, an endless palette ready for Susan's affection.

"Mmm. you like that dick, don't ya?" Deon groaned as he ran his hand through Susan's hair.

"I've never taken something so large though" she said nervously.

"Ya, that's what they all say" Deon smirked, recalling his glory days when snow bunnies were a dime a dozen in his line of work. "But they never asked me to stop. You'll find a way to handle it and I'mma enjoy helping you get there."

Deon pulled Susan up, spun her around with her ass against Deon's BBC, and walked over to the bed where he playfully pushed her onto the mattress. He followed Susan onto the bed, watching her subconsciously spreading her legs open to Deon, exposing her mature white pussy. It was cute, barely used after years of being a widow, with bright pink folds contrasting against her lily white skin and creating a vulnerable bullseye for Deon's big black spear; but first, he ran his hands up Susan's legs, squeezing her ass, and diving in to give her clit a few kisses before running his tongue in tantalizing circles.

Susan's hips bucked at the electric jolt caused by Deon's fat tongue. It felt impossibly strong, stroking across Susan's clit at a pace that showed no hints of slowing down. Susan had to clinch harder, feeling the intensity in her loins reaching new heights when Deon gently thrust 2 fingers into her pussy. He pushed into her slowly, wanting to feel her pussy stretch while he kept his oral attack on her clit strong.

Susan's twitches became spasms as her long-ignored body came under assault, the jolt of pleasure that came from her clit was becoming too much. She gripped whatever she could, bedsheets, Deon, pillows, anything as her hips rose higher and higher to meet Deon's erotic tongue.

"Oh shit, don't stop Deon. Just like that, keep going" my mom begged. She was getting closer and closer to release, letting Deon satisfy one of her longest-held cravings. Deon listened, keeping his pace up on her clit when she quickly twitched before freezing.

For just half a second she stood still before a major orgasm crashed through Susan's body. It wasn't just her first orgasm in years (not counting the ones she had given herself), but one of the only times a man had ever brought her to climax. The ecstasy consumed her, letting Deon know that she was ready for his big black cock.

Alone in our rooms, me and my sister had both heard a loud, satisfied moan coming from mom's room.

Moments later I received a text from Cindy. "What was that?"

I didn't really know what to reply with. I knew what it was, but felt hesitant saying it so bluntly to my sister.

I tried to play it cool like nothing strange was happening. "Mom and Deon are in her room. I think they finished that bottle of wine."

"Deon's dick is probably bigger than that bottle of wine" she replied.

I sighed, annoyed. "Really?"

Back in Susan's room, Deon's black cock was resting patiently on top of Susan's pink labia. He was ready, savoring the moment before claiming Susan's white pussy by embracing her and feeling her up. Her body was soft and delicate, especially against Deon's calloused physique.

Following a few big kisses, Deon rubbed his big black cock against my mom's white pussy and began to slowly push inside. It was a struggle at first, the fit being so tight, but Susan was already wet and Deon's cock was covered in her saliva making it easier for him to slide into the white milf. As he did, he could feel an almost pop as if his big black cock had snapped into place, ready to begin its conquest of Susan whether she could handle it or not.

Susan felt like her soul had been sucked out of her body. She gasped as the head of his big black cock finally breached her pink pussy, creating an immediate sensation that caused her to stop breathing. It was just the head of his cock and she was already feeling beaten by his size, but then he kept going, causing her to scream as she felt stretching in parts of her pussy that she never knew existed.

"Oh my god Deon, oh my god... that's fucking deeeeep." She cried out in anguish. It was only his first thrust, going half way before pulling back to continue his invasion. Each time he pulled back, Susan's pussy widened, willing to accept another inch until he eventually hit balls deep in the white milf.

Susan, flooded with sensations of pain and pleasure, instinctively raised her hand to push Deon back a little bit. He was extremely deep and she hoped to limit his thrusts just a little, but Deon had other plans, grabbing her wrist and pinning it on the mattress behind her head. Deon then began rocking his BBC back and forth into Susan's horny white pussy. She was soaking wet, offering as much of herself as she could to Deon in missionary. The forcefulness of their fucking causing the headboard of their bed to slam against the wall.

I checked my phone again seeing a text from Cindy, It was just a wide-eyed emoji followed by a second message. "Jesus mom's having a good time."

"I think they just started," I replied.

The banging of the headboards became louder as Deon's thrusting became more aggressive. It was his first pussy in two decades. He was determined to push it to its limits, forgetting who Susan was as he plowed away into her white body. Deeper and deeper, his black girth rubbed against the inner walls of Susan's wet pussy, testing her limits before breaking them.

Susan came again, giving an earth shattering cry as Deon's big black cock liberated her white pussy from the bland memories of her small dicked white lovers. Her pussy clinched, spasming onto Deon's black cock, its new owner.

"God, your black cock is so amazing Deon" my mom cooed as his black cock continued penetrating my mom. "Fuuuuuuck, it's perfect" she moaned.

"Omg, mom just came," Cindy texted me.

I felt myself getting horny as I realized I was focusing more and more on the sounds of our mom getting fucked.

"Do you think they'll go all night?" I asked.

"Idk, but Deon's really horny" Cindy replied, thinking about the way he looked at her tits earlier. Deon was hot, but she still felt on the shelf about him until now, experiencing such an amazing display of black power. She played with herself a little, finally distracted from Tyrese.

The pounding didn't stop, only getting harder. Although they had only fucked in a single position, it was enough for the both of them as Susan overcame multiple orgasms while Deon was close to approaching his own. His breathing intensified and Susan could feel his thrusting into her pussy becoming slightly more aggressive than it already was as he lost all inhibition. Her white pussy was his forever now, replacing the last man to touch her with his superior black cock.

The thickness of his member hardened up, completely swollen when Deon pushed as deeply as he could before erupting a gargantuan amount of cum directly into Susan's white womb. Within seconds superior black seed was rushing through the tight milf's body, completely succumbing to his creampie. Deon's black cock pulsed repeatedly until he had deposited every last drop of cum into my mom.

Orgasm subsiding, Deon could feel his body relax, dropping its tension as his big black cock rested victoriously in Susan's white pussy. "My god, that was amazing Deon," my mom said. "You can have me whenever you like."

Deon grinned with pride knowing how good he had just fucked Susan. He rolled off her with his BBC sliding out, a large pool of Deon's cum followed. His cum was thick, full of a milky color. Deon's seed was powerful and Susan felt honored to let Deon pump it into her. She wasn't taking any pills, yet had no fears letting Deon blast her with his incredible African genetics.

"I think they're done." I texted Cindy.

"Ya, for now" she replied, assuming they would just go for another round in a few minutes.

Wanting to change the topic, I asked Cindy "Is Alice coming back?"

"No," she replied, "I think she met some guy. She hasn't said anything for a while."

I felt unsure of myself, horny but also jealous that Alice was probably doing that exact same thing as my mom was doing right now. I laid still for a second, pondering what might happen next, hoping to get a glimpse of Alice tomorrow. Then, another loud moan rang out from my mom's room. I guess Deon and my mom were going at it again. Cindy was right, he was horny and mom was loving his big black cock.

For the rest of the night, I slept to the sound of my mom getting blacked in every way possible. It was the new normal now. A black man had moved into our house and he was going to fuck my mom with his black cock whenever he wanted which was going to include a lot of all nighters. Afterall, this was the Black New World Order and I had already accepted black supremacy long ago. I loved hearing my mom devoting herself to BBC as I drifted off, dreaming of Alice.