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My Transgender Neighbor Mike falls for his blonde transgender neighbor, Caroline.
A Surprising Landlady A new tenant gets an unexpected but welcome surprise.
The Wedding He needed a date to his sister's wedding.
Halloween Party A Halloween to remember.
"What Does She See in Him?" A high school boy finds the girl of his dreams is a bit more.
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I glared at my friend over my beer glass. "I'm bored. I shouldn't be. I'm an Ivy League grad from a very rich family, who doesn't need to work. I don't usually have an issue getting women into my bed. But my life is missing something."
"I spent last night with her. She's just what you need."
I headed back to my place and dialed the number on the card.
"My name is Henry Baxter. I would like to schedule a session with you."
I explained how I had found out about her.
"I'm not cheap. The basic session is one hour, and costs $100. I strip you, tie you to the bed and humiliate you verbally. Then there are three varieties of two-hour session. Forcing you to service me is $300, that plus me forcing you to climax is $500, and a 'Kim special' costs $1,000. Cash only."
"Money is not an issue. I'd like to schedule a 'Kim special', please."
We arranged for me to come to her place at 6 p.m. on Saturday. She gave me clear directions.
I carefully showered and put on a nice outfit. May as well make a good impression. Kim, a muscular black woman, greeted me at the door wearing a long robe. Once she locked the door behind me and led me to her 'play' room, she slipped out of it. She was wearing dominatrix boots, a black leather skirt that ended mid-thigh, and a black leather top that covered her good-sized breasts while revealing quite a bit of cleavage. I handed over the cash, she counted it, and said, "Excellent. Let's begin."
I stripped down and let Kim bind me face-up to the bed, securing my wrists and ankles to the bed posts with padded cuffs.
"Did your 'friend' tell you what a 'Kim special' is? Because that's what he got, too."
"No, he didn't. Just said I should spend time with you."
"Maybe you can become a regular client. I have several of them."
Kim lightly ran her fingertips over the bare flesh of my chest, and I felt pulses of pleasure shoot through me. She noticed.
"You like being restrained and helpless, don't you, white boy? You like having the black girl use you in whatever way she wants."
Her hands continued to caress my flesh, and my cock started stiffening. The feel of her touch on my skin was incredible.
"Yes, Kim. You're making me feel amazing."
Kim leaned her body down over mine so that her breasts, barely restrained by her outfit, were about an inch from my face. I started to raise my head up - pretty much the only part of my body I could move other than my hips - but Kim used one hand to push it back down.
"Not so fast, my little slave boy. You like my big breasts?"
"If you want to be allowed to kiss them, beg me for permission."
She stood back up and removed her top, freeing her breasts. I gasped.
"If you want these to interface with your face, beg me properly."
My cock was fully erect by now. "Kim, you're gorgeous. May I please, please kiss your magnificent breasts?"
"If you call me 'Mistress', I might let you."
"Mistress, place those beauties on my face, please!"
Kim leaned down and pressed her bare breasts to my face. I kissed along her cleavage and then took a nipple into my mouth.
Kim's hand wrapped around my pole. "Not bad, slave-boy, especially for a white guy." She slowly stroked me while I continued to kiss and suckle on her massive mammaries. "I think you're about ready for the Kim special."
She lifted her breasts away from me, and I sighed with disappointment.
"Don't worry, white boy. They'll be right back in your face soon enough."
Kim put on a latex glove and coated the fingers with what looked like some sort of oil. "Let's make sure you're fully ready."
She placed a pillow under my lower back. Then she carefully worked first one, then a second, finger into my rear. "Oooh, very tight. I'm pretty sure you're a virgin."
She removed what was left of her clothes. Her erect cock was about 7 inches long, and thicker than mine. She put a condom on it.
"I used to be 10 inches before transitioning. The hormones make it shrink, you know. But still big enough to pop your cherry, slave boy."
My eyes went very wide. "Please be gentle, Mistress."
"You've been very nice to me. I think I owe you that much."
She was indeed gentle, easing her way in slowly and carefully until she was all the way inside.
"Just lie still and relax, slave boy. Let me do all the work."
I tried to will my muscles to relax. Kim's hand wrapped, again, around my pole.
"Be good and I may even let you orgasm, slave."
She began moving in and out, slowly at first to let my body adjust. Her hand on my cock moved in the same rhythm.
She began to move a little bit faster. "Maybe my slave would like to pleasure my breasts again."
Kim leaned forward and allowed me to kiss and suckle her chest while she plowed me. My body shivered as she fucked me and stroked me.
"Does the slave-boy want an orgasm?"
"Yes, please... Mistress." My voice was muffled by her nipple in my mouth, but understandable.
She slowed her rhythm. Now instead of fucking me hard, it was more akin to gentle lovemaking. The rhythm of her hand on my cock slowed as well, bringing me close to the edge but not to it.
"I like to take my time with gentle slaves. Let them draw out the enjoyment."
I didn't reply, my mouth being otherwise occupied, but I nodded and quivered.
Kim's cock seemed to swell. She slowed down even more, as if she was deliberately holding back. Now the pace was about as slow as when she was first letting me adjust.
She continued to slowly move in and out, and her hand up and down. My balls by now were very full.
She popped her cock out of me, and removed the condom. She freed my legs and arched my body so that my pole was facing my own mouth.
I opened my mouth, and Kim sped the motion of her hand. I spurted directly into my open mouth and onto my face. Kim's hand kept moving until she was sure my balls were empty. Then she lowered my legs back down and began stroking her own cock. She blasted her load all over my chest.
She released my wrists, and I was free to move.
"Your two hours are up. And now I'm just Kim again. Did you enjoy yourself, Henry?"
I nodded, and we washed up in her shower. Then we toweled off and got dressed. Kim wearing a lovely eggshell-white dress that contrasted with her black skin.
"I'll have enough money to retire in a few years. If you become a regular client, and treat me well, I may let you court me when I'm retired."
"Oh, I'll definitely be a regular client. That was... amazing."
I kissed her cheek, and took my leave... for now.
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 Most readers don't seem too interested so I decided to skip the MM relationship. The moms will of course have ff encounters. I'm going to keep some mutual masturbation scenes and jerking off while spying on each other's moms, but that will be the extent of any gay or underage scenes.
 I'm curious what readers think about m/m gay scenes. Mothers and Sons has several sections. 
Dani and Wendy's seduction and pregnancies
The birth/ child years where the women become friends and their boys grow up like brothers.
The teenage years where the boys finally get close to getting to getting laid senior year until their mom's surprise them with summer at the Jersey shore with the women having a secret agenda of finding a place with more black men.
The summer where the women find the closest black men are each other's sons. After a summer of fucking, there's a mix up their last day together where the women unknowingly fuck their own son's creating a new dynamic.
The epilogue where the sons ride off on motorcycles to follow their destinies as wandering alphas and the moms decide to move to Miami after seeing adds online for hung black men on the Bull Pen at the BBC Lover's Boutique. 
The gay chapter would be where the boys hit puberty and become desperately horny. They start jerking off and eventually together, eventually giving each other hand jobs and then blow jobs. There will be some voyeur scenes of them spying on the other's mothers while getting blown by their friend. This will parallel their mothers turning to each other for sex and using BBC dildoes on each other. This chapter will involve underage sex between the boys at the same age and written so that it can be cut out for posting on literotica as they don't allow any underage scenes. 
 This is Wendy's story. It's unedited.
“She’d be great,” said Wendy loudly. “But she had a
boyfriend with her.” Wendy Whiteman and her fiancé Rick were standing at the
outside bar on the crowded deck. She was wearing her black bikini top and tiny cutoff
jeans. The buttons and zipper on the jeans were open showing a path down to her
crotch, but her bikini panty covered her pubes. She still wore her cowboy hard
and boots.
Rick winced as the man behind him pushed against him. The
deck was packed and noisy. Rick was back-to-back with the man, but he kept
swaying against Rick. “Damn! I want my birthday present.”
“I can’t believe I promised you a threesome,” she yelled
back.
Rick looked embarrassed as the bartender froze and raised
his eyebrows as he passed them. “I can’t believe it either.” Rick couldn’t
believe it. She’d also agreed rather quickly to having another woman join them.
He’d taken her virginity several months earlier and she’d immediately decided
she loved fucking his dick. She never turned down sex and did any position he
wanted, even seemed to enjoy blowing him, but so far had turned down anal. Rick
was totally convinced she was hooked on him and his dick, but he was starting
to wonder if she might be into girls too. Not that he’d have a problem with
that. Just the thought of Wendy and some other hot ass bitch kissing and
sucking on his dick was making his prick stiff. He’d even let the girls start
without him. He grinned picturing Wendy and the girl in the Indian bikini
making out nude on their motel bed while he sat and watched. And if that didn’t
happen… he bet with a little birthday begging, she’d finally agree to letting
him fuck her hot ass.
Wendy didn’t look like the type. She was a blue-eyed blonde
and gorgeous. The Playboy girl next door type. Lovely, but innocent. Her body
was pure Penthouse/Porn star, however. She was gifted and that Danielle Indian girl
had a body just as gifted as Wendy’s.
The other women in the bar weren’t much to look at and the
ones that were attractive all had men with them. He was starting to think his
fantasy wasn’t going to happen. At least not this trip.
“Fuck!” The guy behind him pushed him again.
“I’m about to kick this guy’s ass,” grunted Rick. He held
his thumb out pointing over his shoulder.
Her bright blue eyes sparkled. “I don’t think you want to do
that honey,” she said.
“Why?” He stepped closer to her, which was nice. Her tits
were now pressing into his chest. He turned and looked over his shoulder. The
man bumping into him was a large black man with broad shoulders. Rick had only
been in a few fights and this guy could probably take him. Plus, he was talking
to two other large black men. The man was one of the darkest black men he’d
ever seen. He couldn’t see his face, but his hair was long dark dreadlocks with
hints of gray falling down around a motorcycle jacket that had a pot leaf on
the back printed with the colors of the flag of Jamaica. “Yeah, I’ll let him
off easy this time,” said Rick.
Wendy laughed and leaned in to kiss him. She turned and
waved to the bartender. Wendy was only eighteen, but with her body and the fact
she was barely covering it, no one had yet to ask her for her ID. She was
drunk, high on winning the bikini contest, in love with her handsome fiancé,
and living it up. She got two more beers, turned and handed one to Rick.
Rick took a sip. “Be back, babe. Gotta piss.”
He walked away and she looked up to see the giant black man had
turned and was staring at her. His dark eyes seemed to pierce into her blue
ones. He had a very powerful presence about him. He was very dark skinned and
looked to be in his early to mid-forties. She was afraid he was about to hit on
her, but instead he turned and walked away. Her nipples throbbed and she
glanced down to see them tenting out through the tight bikini top. They were so
hard they ached.
Rick hated the men’s bathroom here. It consisted of two long
troughs with water running into them. Men just lined up next to each other and
peed into them with no privacy. He’d been eyeing the door as his bladder filled
trying to determine the right time to go pee.
He lucked out and it was empty when he walked into the room.
He pulled out his penis and tried to relax enough to pee. The flow of urine started
just as the door opened. Men’s bathroom etiquette meant that the man would use
the empty trough. Instead, the man stepped right up next to him, so close his
shoulder jostled him. “Do you mind?” asked Rick, looking annoyed.
“Mi nuh mind,” said the man, snorting.
Rick looked up to see the giant black man that had been
jostling him in the bar. He felt the color drain from his cheeks. “Can I help
you?”
“No mon, but mi tink mi cya help yuh.” The black man looked
over and down at Rick.
“And how’s that?” he asked, trying to decipher the thick
accent just before taking a step left.
Rick chuckled. “Sorry pal, but we’re looking for a woman to
join us.” He chuckled again and looked down to shake the last drop of piss out
of his prick. He was not gifted in the penis department. His penis barely
passed five inches erect. Soft and pissing, it was only around three inches
long. Looking down, he caught sight of the black man’s penis. He gasped loudly,
eyes widening in disbelief.
Now it was the black man’s turn to chuckle. “Me tink yuh
gyal wudda more fun wid mine.”
Rick’s eye’s remained wide open as he stared astonished and
the black man’s phallus. “I don’t believe it,” he mumbled. The large Jamaican
was holding a giant tubular shaft that had to be ten inches long. The thing was
coal black in color and blasting out a powerful stream of urine. It was the
biggest most powerful looking prick he’d ever seen. It was also the ugliest.
The Jamaican’s cock was uncircumcised, the baggy hood covering a very round and
bulbous head. Swollen blue-black veins traversed the shaft. The urine stream
slowly let up and the black man jiggled the head until the last few drops flew
out.
“It very real white bowy. Si fi yuhself.” He reached over
and grabbed Rick’s arm, moving Rick’s hand towards his black cock. “That’s it white
bowy, feel it powa!”
Rick felt it’s power the moment he closed his hand around
the fat shaft. The damn thing swelled, spreading his fingers apart. He couldn’t
help running his hand up the shaft towards the head. It swelled more, hardening
and firming up. The shaft was ten inches now, eleven, and finally a thirteen-inch
cock was sticking out from the black man’s pubes. His own penis shriveled,
retreating into his balls. His hand jerked up just under the head of the black
man’s cock, squeezed it tightly and pulled down. “JESUS!” He pulled the
foreskin down, as the man’s cock head emerged, the penis went from being the
ugliest thing he'd ever seen the picture of masculine perfection.
“Me tink yuh gyal wud like it, don’t yuh?”
Rick nodded. “Yes,” he whispered. His hand was still
stroking it. In his mind, he was picturing Wendy holding it. No, Rick was still
holding it, guiding it between her lips, between her thighs…
“Room 212. Across the street,” he spat out.
A burly biker strolled in, already pulling his belt through
the buckle. He caught Rick pulling his hand away from the black man’s crotch.
“Fuckin’ fags!” He grunted. The black man turned and it was the biker’s turn to
stare in shock at the black monster cock sticking out from the Jamaican’s legs.
He recoiled bumping into and almost falling into the urinal trough.
Rick tucked his penis into his pants and hurried out. “Mi wi
cum by at 10,” called the black man after him.
“Whoa! Slow down, stud,” cried Wendy. They’d just gotten
back to their room and Rick had immediately wrapped his arms around her, squeezing
her tits. “Mmm,” she purred, as Rick kissed her neck. He bit the string
sticking out from the knot behind her neck and pulled until the knot came
undone. She held the top over her breasts. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked,
pleased, her lover desired her so much. She could feel his hard penis poking
her in the rear of her jean shorts. She lowered one hand from her breasts and
reached behind her to squeeze Rick’s dick. Since he’d taken her virginity, his
penis had become one of her favorite things in the world.
Rick groaned as he felt her hand on his junk, but he took a
step back. He spun his fiancé around. “Drop your top, he ordered.
Wendy raised one eyebrow, but removed her hand from holding
her bikini over her breasts. The top fell just under her tits. She reached
behind her back and untied the second knot, the bikini top falling to the
floor.
Rick reached out and grabbed the flaps of her jean shorts. He
pulled them apart, trying to pull them down, but they were tight. She giggled,
stepping back until he let go. She grabbed the hem of her shorts and wiggled
them down over her hips and down her thighs until they fell down her legs.
“Damn,” said Rick, taking his girlfriend’s looks in. She was a fucking fantasy
nude, but for her bikini bottom, hat, and boots. He stepped forward, reaching
his hand out for the knot around her hips.
Rick froze. His eyes glanced over to the nightstand. The alarm
clock’s red lights read 10:00. What was he thinking? This beautiful creature
was all his. He didn’t want to share her. He wanted to spend the rest of his
life with her.
“Now who could that be?” asked Wendy. “Must have the wrong
room?”
Rick turned. “I have a surprise,” he stuttered, nervously.
“Room service?” she asked, stepping away from sight of the
door.
“Uh no,” he said. Rick surprised her by undoing the chain
lock
Rick opened the door and peered through the crack though he
knew who it was. The giant black man’s white teeth grinned down at him from the
other side of the door. He stepped back and opened the door.
“EEK!” Wendy squealed as the dreadlocked black giant stepped
into the room. She quickly held her arm across her breasts to cover her swollen
nipples. “Rick, what is this?”
“Uh, surprise!” said, Rick halfheartedly. “This man…”
“Augustus Cetewayo,” said the black man in a deep voice.
“But yuh call mi Gus.”
“But what’s he doing here?” Wendy pulled her cowgirl hat off
when Gus glanced to smirk at Rick. She held it over her left breast while
holding her arm tight across her right breast, squashing her voluminous tit
flesh into her chest.
“Me here fi di threeway,” said Gus turning his attention
back to her. His eyes swept down her body. He nodded liking what he saw.
Wendy squinted waiting for her mind to tr
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