He's Grown Up

You and your wife have known Tyson since his family moved into the neighborhood when he was 5.

It was a scandal back then, since they were the first black family in the area. Some people sold their homes because they didn't want to live near them, while others stayed and complained about "the niggers down the street."

You and your wife were among the white families welcoming Tyson and his family, treating them like good friends. Tyson played ball with your kids, and your wife was especially fond of him. He was always at the house playing video games with your son, or eating dinner with all of you.

When Tyson was 5, your wife kissed him on the head. When he was 8, she kissed him on the forehead. When he was 13, she kissed him on the cheek. At 14, he got a little peck on the lips. At 15, the peck turned into a real kiss, and Tyson slid his black tongue between your wife's pretty white lips.

With those kisses came a big bulging black dick from a horny teenager. You ignored that and the way your wife grabbed Tyson's black ass because he was like part of the family.

You can't ignore it any longer.

Thanksgiving break brought Tyson home from college. One of the first visits he made was to your wife, while you were at work. When you drove home to get the cellphone you forgot when you left for work, you found Tyson slamming your wife's cunt like she'd never been slammed before.

You stood at the bedroom door, horrifed, yet you felt your little white dick getting hard. You'd had fantasies about your wife, but never that she'd fuck a nigger in your bed, let alone someone you knew so well. She whimpered and moaned "Fuck me, baby," and you wondered just how long this had been going on. A part of you wanted to stop it, but a bigger part of you wanted Tyson to load up her pussy with his hot black seed.

He didn't have a condom on, and the way that black ass was pumping, it wouldn't be long.