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By Longboy Slim (Stroker374@aol)


I know a bunch of this stuff, probably 98 percent of it, is false about incest. But in email chats with this guy Long Boy Slim, he convinced me to let him post this story I forwarded to him, word for word. It's true. It's what happened between me and my mom. I can't say it's right or wrong, but it happened. And it's still happening. I hope it doesn't offend anyone. But this stuff happens to people sometimes, like it happened to me.

If any of you readers out there know anything about southern Baptist people, you know how a preacher is looked up to. And you also know how much black men respect their mothers and somewhat place them on a pedestal as perfect, not to be bothered and the possession of one man. Here's my story.

One Saturday, I happened past my parent's house, so as usual, I stopped by to give greetings.

I saw Pastor Brown's car in the driveway and I figured they were chatting about church business.

The screen door was open and unlocked. I pushed the doorbell but no one came.

I walked on in and three steps into the house I see mom on her back on the floor by the kitchen table and Pastor brown humping her, holding her large tits.

Pastor Brown's pants were around his ankles, as were his black silk boxer shorts. His shirt was on the floor as was my mother's moo-moo dress.

"Come on Robert. Get in there Robert. Stop playing with it and fuck me Robert," mom was saying. "Give me that dick! C'mon, give me that dick!"

I stared in shock and in rage for what seemed like two to three minutes.

Moments later we all locked eyes and little Pastor Brown who must stand 5'2'' at the most, jumped straight up, pulling up his pants with his little dick showing. Mom, who stands 5'10'' and weighs about 260, couldn't rise as fast, but tried jumping to her feet, only to fall backwards, bumping her head on the table, rendering her unconscious.

At the same instant, Pastor Brown lit out running past me with his shirt in his hand, running to the door, slamming it and cranking up his car, hauling ass. That little prick didn't know if mom was dead or if she was critically injured. He just left.

There lay mom on the floor, naked. Her big, large hairy pussy splayed wide open. Her massive tits lay to either side of her body.

I thought she was seriously injured so I went to her, holding her head, rubbing her face and rubbing the big bump that was rising on the back of her head. I called 911 and explained the fall. They told me to get ice onto the knot and onto her face and they would wait to see if I could get a response.

I did that frantically and within seconds she started to come around. I told 911 she was coming around. They recommended I take her to the emergency room because all the ambulances were tied on a huge traffic accident.

Mom started to moan, "oh my head. Oh my head."

As she started to come around more, I grabbed her moomoo robe that laid on the floor and covered her up. Admittedly, I was sneaking looks at her pussy. I couldn't help it. She's a big woman and it was laying wide open between her spread legs.

I thought to myself, "Man, no way that guy should have been fucking her. He ain't big enough for all that long pussy she got showing between her legs!"

I rubbed more intensely with the ice and she came all way around.

I told her we needed to go to the emergency room and she needed to get dressed. Mom refused. She was still groggy and I helped her to her feet.

As she rose, the moo-moo slipped off of her body. I couldn't reach down to get it because she's so heavy I was using both arms from the front, to pull her up. Her whole body was displayed. But this being my mother, I acted like I didn't see as she gathered the moo-moo and pulled it over her upper body.

Mom was plopped down in a chair at the kitchen table. I asked her whether she'd be alright and urged her to let me take her to the emergency room.

She flatly refused medical help. So after rubbing her head, the large knot on her head, she said she'd be fine. She said she'd take some aspirin and be OK.

As I started in on her and the pastor, she quickly shut me off. "I don't want to hear it," mom kept saying. She refused to look me in the face, instead staring at the walls, the floor or the ceiling.

I sat for a while with her and told her I was going home. Call me if she changed her mind and wanted to see a doctor. I would come back.

I went home, keeping things to myself. But I called Pastor Brown's house. His wife Shirley answered and said he had not come home yet. I know he should have been there because two hours had passed. I left a message for him to call me.

I popped open a beer, still in disbelief because my mom had not said a word about the position I had caught her in. It was downright stupid to be doing something like that in the house, with the preacher and on a Saturday. My dad was at the church with the other men.

They had fellowship meetings on Saturdays. All the guys got together, ate breakfast, did things around the church and then had fun together, either bowling, shooting pool or fishing from about 9 a.m. until 2 p.m. Then my dad would head out to his cousin's place until later in the night.

Next thing I know, mom called me and started to say I was wrong because I should have knocked or rang the bell. I told her I had rang the bell. She went on about nit picky shit. I finally had enough and told her she was wrong and it didn't make sense, and I planned to confront Pastor Brown about it.

Mom asked me to come over and we could talk about it. But I told her I was busy and didn't have time. She said dad was gone pheasant hunting with the other deacons and he would be gone overnight. I told her I didn't plan to mention it to him, but I was sure going to speak with the pastor about what he was doing.

Then I hung up. I thought to myself about the sight I had seen. If it wasn't for the anger swelling in me, I might have been aroused seeing my mother's body naked. I had seen her naked before as a child growing up and had admired it.

I admit there were several occasions when she either walked through the house nude, or I'd walked in on her in the bathroom, that I had wanted to fuck her as a teenager. But that was years ago. I was married now with two kids. And I was seriously hurting inside from mom's infidelity. It's bad enough to know, but to see it yourself is painful.

No child should ever have to see something like I saw.

Forty minutes later mom pulled up. I was sweating like hell from trimming hedges. We chatted and she wanted to talk with me inside.

We walk in and I have a beer to cool down. Mom starts crying and goes into her sob story about how my dad doesn't give her enough sex, he's always gone and she's so lonely inside and unfulfilled.

She went on about how she could confide in me and tell me her secrets and how she wouldn't do it again.

I told her she could let dad know, or if she had to, go somewhere else with someone else, but not the pastor!

"Ron, you know I'm fat and I don't get much attention. But I have needs like every woman. I have to have someone to give me what I need sometimes and Robert was there when I needed someone to talk to, you know," mom went on, as she moved from the chair she sat in to the couch where I was.

Mom reached out to hold my hand as she explained herself. I pulled it away and started flipping through channels with the remote control.

"But mom, it doesn't make sense for you to do something so stupid and risky. If someone else had come in that house, you would never live it down. Keep your business secret. Get somebody else who can protect your privacy. Not that idiot!" I said.

"Well who do you recommend Ron? You know your father's never going to change. Who can take care of my needs that I can trust?" mom asked.

"Mom, I don't know that. I think you and dad can work it out.. But you can call me and I can talk out things with you when you need someone to talk with. You know that," I said.

"Yes, but you can't help me with my other needs baby. You're my son and I need a man a lot of times," mom said. "Would you rather I went out and found someone else who could have AIDS or something else?"

"I don't know mom. I'm just disappointed in you," I said. "And I really don't think you should be messing around with that faggot Pastor Brown. He's our preacher mom!"

Mom told me her ankle had gotten twisted earlier and held out her leg. I said I'd massage the ankle.

Mom smelled of Dove soap. She had bathed and changed into a brown knee length skirt and tan blouse. She had put on her makeup and wore soft soled brown shoes.

I got onto my knees and put her foot onto my lap and started to massage it. She liked the massage a few minutes into it. Now she shook me up, but had my mind thinking perversely.

"Baby let me pull my panty hose off so you can massage it better," she said. "The material is scratching my skin when you squeeze."

"OK," I said as I dropped her foot and rose in front of her. She stared straight at my crotch and smiled. Then without rising from the couch, she pulled up her skirt to her waist and scooted out of the panty hose. She wasn't wearing the big bloomers she usually wore, she had on a small pair of mint green panties that barely covered her bottom.

Over the top of the panties and to the sides, her massive bush showed! Damn, my mom was either seducing me or going to meet someone when she left my house!" I thought.

To almost undress in front of me and showing me her underwear was not my mom's normal way of thinking or acting. She was totally not herself. She wasn't drunk. I didn't smell alcohol. She doesn't do drugs. I was somewhat confused and confounded.

She knew my wife Sandra and my kids were gone to her mother's house and would be back tomorrow, like dad would.

Here I was at 30, having perverse thoughts about my 51 year old mom. And she was fueling the fire.

When mom got the panty hose nearly off of her feet, she asked me to take them off. I got back onto my knees, gave a little tug and they were off.

Mom sat there smiling, her skirt way up her meaty thighs now. And I'm looking at those panties and the hair sticking from them. She made NO attempt to cover up. Just sat there smiling. I knew what she was thinking but I had to be sure. If I fucked up, I could never be the same around my mother. Our relationship would be ruined and I would be forever embarrassed.

But I thought as mom stared at my crotch smiling, it was her who had taken me to the doctor at 14, to inquire about my massive 10 inch penis that curved to the left when it was hard.

Bent Nail syndrome, the doctor had told us. It would correct itself as I grew older. Back then my uncles used to say I was "ruined," meaning I had a defective dick it was so big.

That had caused my parents to seek medical attention. The doctor told us back then it was just a normal penis, but very large. That couldn't be helped.

All of this is going through my head now as I hold mom's right foot, massaging her ankle.

Mom sat there looking at me, making small talk and saying how good the massage felt. As I finished up, she placed her left foot onto my lap and I began massaging it.

Mom placed her right foot to the side. Now her thighs were wide open and she just stared at me, smiling between words. I stole glances at her crotch and sure, I was getting aroused. Any man would under the circumstances.

After a few minutes, I finished up and rose to my feet. Mom stared at my crotch and said, "Ron, is your thing still as big as it used to be?"

"Mom, what are you talking about," I laughed as I stood up directly in front of her. "I'm finished."

"Come here Ron," mom said.

"I'm already here mom. What"

Mom scooted forward on the couch, her skirt scooting back more.

"Let me see that thing," mom said as she grabbed the waist band of my jeans with her right hand and squeezed my dick through the fabric with her left hand.

Mom started rubbing my dick and it started getting hard.

"Baby can I see it?" mom asked.

"Yea. Go ahead," I said, just standing.

I had decided if she made a move right now, I was going for it.

She unzipped my pants and pulled them and my drawers down. My dick stood at full attention.

Mom looked at it, rubbing the length of it and pulling back the foreskin.

"Can I suck it? Mom asked.

"Yea. If you want to," I replied.

"Oooh, you got a big dick son! I don't know if I can handle all of this!" mom said as she put her lips over the head of my dick and I wanted to scream!

She started out sucking the head, licking the pre-cum, then licking beneath the shaft. After a couple of minutes, I grabbed the back of her head, careful not to touch that bump.

I pushed deeper into her mouth as she spread her legs more, then she stopped and told me to sit on the couch, as she scooted to the floor, in front of me.

Mom started again, sucking and licking my dick while caressing my balls.

After a few more minutes, I told her I was going to cum.

She took her hands off my dick, placing them to either side of me for support, leaning over and taking in a lot of dick.

Mom was sucking my dick down her throat at a fast pace. No hands, just suction.

I was holding the back of her head as I started thrusting back and forth. Then I moaned as my nuts released the fluid.

Bang! Into mom's throat my seed was shooting.

"Uuuum," mom was moaning as she sucked and swallowed. Nothing was falling from her mouth. It seemed my strength had left through my balls.

Mom continued to suck, now pumping my dick with her right hand, draining every ounce of the liquid from my nuts that she could free up.

Two or three more minutes passed and she continued until I seemed to have cummed out.

I pulled her up and said, "OK mom. Let me have some pussy now."

Mom rose smiling and gurgled with a mouth full of cum, asking me to wait. She went into the bathroom, spitting out what cum she could, then gargled with mouth wash.

When she came back into the room, she locked into a tongue kiss with me, the Listerine sort of burning. I was groping her ass, kissing her deep, rubbing her thighs and trying to get a finger into her pussy from the back as she continued to squeeze my dick.

She sat down and dropped her bra and titties went everywhere.

As she stood, I got onto my knees and pulled down those mint green panties. The crotch was soaked wet!

As I pulled the panties off of mom's foot, I held up the little fat that hung from her stomach and kissed her pussy. She gave a sigh-like moan and started rubbing my head. I sat her down and started to eat her pussy. I slid her to the edge of the couch, but she was too fat for me to get at her pussy like I wanted to, like I needed to.

So we went to the bedroom and climbed into my bed. I cut the lights on so I could see every detail.

I admired mom's dark brown skin that had no blemishes, except the stretch marks on her belly. Large, long tits with nipples that looked like the ends of my thumbs sat at the end of the large black circles of her aeroles.

Mom's thighs were meaty, not fat, but very thick and filled in.

As she lay there smiling I kissed her and laid on her as she pumped my dick, trying to stick it in her large, long pussy whose lips were thin and black. Inside her pussy was bright red and pink, almost glowing like the shine on a new car.

I broke the kiss and pulled both her nipples into my mouth at the same instance. It wasn't difficult because her breasts are so large. I kissed, sucked and licked her tits for long minutes, as I laid on her belly, as my dick laid lengthwise across the lips of her pussy, stimulating them and her clit, but not yet going into her.

"Come on baby. Give me that big long dick now!" mom commanded softly.

"Wait a minute," I said. "Let me taste it first."

"You'd better hurry up baby because if you wait you might be drowning in it before long. I'm already wet baby," she said, as I moved from her breasts, kissing down her stomach then licking through her thick black bush as my nose nuzzled through it, savoring the aroma of the Dove soap that she loves to use.

I began licking and kissing her thighs. Mom couldn't wait though.

"Come on now!" mom said.

I stuck my tongue into her pussy and tasted the slightly salty discharge. Mom grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face flat against her pussy.

Mom's ass was rising and dropping onto the bed. She pulled her legs up, placing her feet flat near my face, pumping up and down as my tongue probed in and around her pussy. Then she started to howl loudly.

"Ooooooh yea. Ooooh yea baby. Right there. Right there damnit!" mom said as she grinded her pussy into my face and came, saying, "Uuugh, damn!"

I rose, my dick standing straight out in front of me, mom rubbing my chest as her dreamy eyes gave away her loss of strength to the orgasms.

I eased into her, pushing about half of my 10 inches into her with one thrust.

"Aww shit!" mom said, as she started to roll her big ass which I held in my hands. "Ooooh baby. Big dick so good. Big dick so good baby."

We now rocked back and forth, side to side as I pushed deeper into her hot wet cavernous pussy.

We had fucked less than three minutes and mom grabbed my ass, pushing me the full length into her, hitting the bottom of her pussy as she softly started cooing, "That's it baby. Momma's cumming….again."

She was slowing down on me now. She was weakening as her rotations became slower and her breathing grew deeper. Her arms were now laid to either side of her head as she tossed her head back and forth, moaning, eyes closed and sweating.

I tightened my grip on her ass and began thrusting hard and deep, pulling out to the rim of her pussy, then banging back to the bottom. It was so hot inside her, I knew I couldn't hold out longer.

Then mom got her second wind. She placed her arms tight around my neck pulling me closer to her, licking my face, my lips and flicking her tongue into my mouth.

"Oooh baby. Dick so big. Dick so good baby," she said. "Oooh, your dick is so big. Damn, your dick so big."

Now mom was throwing her pussy onto me, gobbling greedily at my dick as she let out another howl, "SHIT! I'm cumming! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me baby! It's your pussy baby. It's yours, bust it open baby. It's your pussy baby."

I tensed up as we bounced up and down. My cum spurted and mom again howled, "Oh damn! I'm cumming again baby."

We fucked hard and heavy as my cum shot. A few minutes later, we lay there, our sweat co-mingling. Mom was spent as I got off of her.

We kissed as I fingered her pussy. Then mom said she needed a nap and instantly fell asleep in my arms. A minute into her turning over, she was snoring.

All told, we had made love for more than an hour, between the sucking, licking and fucking.