Charity Starts At Home : Chapter 2 : Entertaining Guests

When I woke up the next morning I was pleased to see the world had not ended. The Devil had not risen from the Pit to drag me to Hell for my impure and unnatural lust. Momma had not come into my bedroom declaring me a perversion of nature. The birds were chirping and all was right with the world.

Except for me. My world had turned upside down in less then a week. Last Saturday I was tearfully saying goodbye to a father being sent off to jail for the next seven years. This Saturday morning I was waking up from a night watching my long lost mother get fucked silly by a stranger. Things couldn’t get stranger.

Momma was already up and puttering in the kitchen when I sarted quickly across the hall to the bathroom. I spent probably half an hour in the shower mustering enough courage to face Momma. When the water began to run cold it was time to face the music.

Momma was humming along to Rogers and Hammerstein and putting two plates of food on the kitchen table when I came in. We were both in our bedrobes, mine monogrammed with a ” C” for Charity and Momma’s with a ” D” for Dianne. She was just a beautiful in her domestic bliss as she was with a black cock in her.

“Good morning sleepyhead, ” Momma said as she gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“Morning Momma”, I said nervously sitting down at the table expecting judgement at any moment


” You sure slept in late this morning, I thought sleeping half the day away was my job”, Momma joked sitting down across from me.

As Momma dug into her bacon, eggs and hashbrowns it dawned on me that she didn’t know! This morning was just another day with her newfound daughter and not a morning after being incestually lusted after. If there was a guardian angel of perverted children, it was watching over me today.

” I was just up late…ummm..reading” , I meekly answered and dived into my breakfast.

Breakfast always acts as a great buffer. It can act as a social interaction for people who don’t want to talk to each other or don’t know what to say to each other. That and these scrambled eggs were fucking fantastic. I wolfed them down and chased them with some orange juice. What would be great to finish brekkie would have been some fruit. Like some great big juicy grapefruit.

It was at this moment I realized I was staring at Momma’s tits. Thank you Freud.

The day went on as typical, except for my constant lurid glances at Momma’s body. Watching her squat and thrust through exercise. Bending over to pick things up. And it certainly didnt help that Momma’s style of dress never left anything to the imagination. I felt myself hot and flustered through out the entire day. There were definite moments where I just want to reach out and grab her and fondle her.

It was a miracle when she finally went to work and I was left alone stew in my own frustrated juices. I spent the night pacing and all but climbing the walls. I tried reading, I tried watching TV, I even tried walking around the trailer park. None of it was to any avail.

In my minds eye I kept running down the same events over and over of the previous night and wondering if Momma was going to do it again tonight. I didnt know what I would do if she did, and I didnt know what to do if she didn’t.

I tried going back home and to bed, but that didnt work either. The hours dragged themselves slowly byand I could do was stare at the ceiling and sweat in anticpation and fear. Would Momma bring back another amn? Or would she come home alone? I just wanted to get through this night in peace of mind.

Around one in the morning I could hear Momma’s pink cadilac pull up to the trailer, I bolted out of bed and peered out the window to see her. My heart bounced around in my chest as I saw that Momma had once again brought home company. This time it wasnt a black man.

This time it was TWO black men.

I almost didn’t recognize either of them. The first black man was stylishly dressed with a shaved head and clearly our of place in the trailer park. The other man I didnt recognize, he probably had about 4 inches of height on the first and was powerfully built, he had a shaggy mop of dredlocks and wearing a white wife-beater which definitely blended in with the trailer park.

Momma led the two men inside and implored them to keep their voices down , she didnt want to wake everyone in the trailer up . Little too late for that I was thinking to myself. I could hear glasses tinkling and soft luaghing from the living room. I crept to my bedroom door to listen.

After only aa couple minutes the talking seemed to have stopped but I hadn’t heard anyone walk down the halls or much else for that matter. So I decided to take a peek outside.

I cracked the door open a few inches and looked outside. From this angle I could peer down the hallway to the living room where the living room couch sat against the wall facing the tv.What I saw made me tingle all over again. Momma was up to old tricks again.

Momma knelt on the floor in front of the couch with tits out, sitting on the couch before her were the the two black men. Their dicks were out and my Momma was tending to them. She was sucking on one and jerking off the other with a free hand hand. Momma was really getting into it I could tell, as she had reached under her leather skirt and was feeling herself up. Can’t say I blame her as I had just down the same reaching down my pajamma bottoms.

She sucked and slurped and jerked on them for several minutes as the two men ran teir hands through her hair. Eventually she broke free from the blowjobs and told them she needed to get fucked.She got up from the floor and led the two men by their cocks towards the bedroom. I merely quickly and quietly closed my bedroom door.

Unlike last night Momma this time clearly had the presence of mind to close her door behind her, which kid of dejected me. But like a woman possesed I was determined to enjoy tonight’s debauchery as well. I waited a few minutes and padded out into the hall and crept up to Momma’s door.

I dared not try opening the door , but listened earnestly at it. There was the sounds of clothes being taken off and the wet sounds of Momma slurping on their cocks. Then the disticntive sounds of the sloshing of the water bed.

And after that the distinctive wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh and grunts and happy groans of the men and Momma. I must have listened for half an hour as they really gave it to Momma.One hand once again down my pajama bottoms and the other squeezing , pinching and pulling on a nipple.

In my minds eye I can see her getting again like last night, riding on top but this time sucking the other man. Or getting it from behind again with another sticking his big black dick in her mouth. Endless postions whirled in my head and I began to cum thinking about it



Momma’s howl was what jolted me from my reverie. Momma could be noisy when she was entertaining a guy, but this incredibly loud by even her standards. For a moment I thought she might actually be in trouble, but then it continued.

” OHHH MY FUCKING GODDDD!!!!YOU FUCKERS ARE SPLITTING ME IN HALF!!”, she screeched like a banchee



” Shit, I told you this bitch would love getting double stuffed” came a masculine voice

” Jesus Christ!!!”, interjected my mother

” I get her ass next”, came another male voice, followed by some laughter

They were fucking her in the ass? I couldnt even conceive how that was possible, it seemed so dirty and sordid

Interrupting this I felt the pressure in my bladder begin to build, I seriously had to pee. But at the same time I didnt want to miss out on the action

They kept fucking and sucking for a couple more hours, or so I thought as I listened at the door and by bladder began to squueze. I think they eventually either passed out or went to sleep. It wasnt as hot as last night, but it was still going to give me some great masturbation material.

I softly padded across the hall, careful to not make a noise and slipped into the bathroom. I didn’t turn on the light as I didnt want any stray lights waking up my mother and her paramours for another round. I felt around in the dark till I finally found the toilet and sat down and finally took a load off my screaming bladder.

” Hate to say this, but I think we fucked the bitch out cold”, came a masculine voice from down the hall.

It was one of the guys that was entertaining my mother. Oh drat. I was hoping that they would have passed out or left when my mother fell asleep. Or apparently in this case, ” fucked out cold”. It seemed like small miracles were not to be in my bag tonight

” Try slipping her some dick to wake her up some more” came the other voice, this one closer then the other, ” I gotta clean up my dick.”

The first guy chuckled, but I heard the umistakable sound of footsteps coming down the hall. I froze up like an animal being stalked by a predator. The handle on the door began to turn, but fear had struck my system, I tried reaching for my pajama bottoms but then the lights came on with a click

And there he was. He was huge. A tower of a man. . His body glistened with sweat, defining every part of his very defined body. From massive pectorals, to the six pack abnominal mucles ..to his massive erect penis. I had never seen a real penis before, just from pictures I snuck a look at with my girlfriends at sleep overs. I thought looking at the pictures was too vulgar, but nothing prepared me for something like this in the flesh.

I would like to tell you what he looked like, but my eyes were riveted on the monster sprouting between his thighs. It was this intimidating force all on it own and I found myself instantly locked on it. How anything that big could fit into a woman was beyond me.

” Well, well, well, whatever do we have here…” the man said and smiled

Now I took a good look at him. He had a gentle face despite my initial fear, a shaven scalp sporting a trimly shaped goatee..his skin was dark and rich and his mouth was friendly and full. He steped casuallty and slowly towards me, his penis softly swaying back and forth with each step, still hard long and stiff.