Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2019 15:54:56 -0800 From: Jan none Subject: Moms Black Friend (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F, f/FFf Adult Youth, oral anal, f/F, f/FFf This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: Copyright 2019 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@yahoo.com f you have any suggestions for a future story. Mom's Black Friend By Jan I came from a family of six children. I had two older brothers and two younger brothers and the baby was a girl. As soon as my older brother graduated from high school, he joined the Navy. The other older brother graduated the next year and chose to go to a small religious college in San Francisco. Our father was a janitor for a local high school and our mother was simply a stay at home housewife, so supporting my next older brother while he was attending college was an added burden. The rent on the three-bedroom home near the high school Dad worked at kept going up and forced us to find cheaper accommodations. We were forced to move into a mobile home park. It was a double wide that had three bedrooms. The mobile home park had 80 trailers in it and had a communal washroom, community room, and a swimming pool. Parking was limited. There was only enough room for one car per trailer, so any additional cars had to park on the street. The housewives used the Landry room to socialize with each other while they did the family laundry. They picked a day that was convenient for them to do their laundry so that not all of them didn't try to do it at the same time. Small groups developed that would have coffee and gossip while the laundry dried and they folded the laundry. My mother developed a close relationship with a single woman that happened to be black, names Iris. Iris lived in a single trailer in the back of the park. She was living on disability because of a childhood injury that prevents her from holding a full- time job. Meeting her you would never suspect that there was anything physically wrong with her. Iris was one of those women that had caramel colors skin with kinky close-cropped hair. She was about five-foot-four and about twenty pounds overweight. She had a winning smile and a jovial personality. That was why Mother liked her so much. They spent hours talking to each other while consuming gallons of coffee or ice tea. Mother allowed Iris to look after her four remaining children, whenever she had to do something that making us tag along would be inconvenient. I enjoyed Irises company as much as Mother did. Iris was the only person I could talk to without fear that she would be judgmental or tell my secrets to my mother. I was fourteen at the time and struggling with my identity. I was an average student, and I had tried out for the high school cheerleader squad but didn't make it. I didn't fit into the social group, the punkers, or athletes. I was a brunette with blue eyes and creamy skin, so I didn't fit in with the ethnic gangs. My first sexual experience had been when I was twelve, and my older brother had fucked me before he joined the Navy. There was a boy that lived in the park that showed an interest in me, but after I allowed him to fuck me, I found out that he was fucking another girl in the park. He got nasty and slapped me around when I refused to go out with him or let him fuck me again. Iris came to my rescue and frightened him off by telling him that if he continued to bother me or talk shit about me, that he would regret it. She let him know that she was a member of the Crypts. The Crypts is a deadly gang that started in South LA. It started as the Grape Street Gang, near the Jorden Downs recreation Center. When the gang expanded to include all of the Watts community, they changed the name to be more intimidating. They identified themselves by wearing blueprint handkerchiefs tied on their heads. Eventually. a rival gang became known as the Bloods marked by red handkerchiefs became just as deadly. Both gangs deal in drugs and are known for bloody shootings over territory. Now they have gone national. All Iris had to do was show the boy the tattoo marking her as the property of the Crypts to scare the shit out of him. She added the threat that a simple make a call, and he would be found someplace with a built hole in the back of his head. Iris offered to teach me how to cook and knit, so I was allowed to spend a lot of time in her trailer. One warm evening while I was visiting her in her trailer, we were sitting on the couch talking while she was teaching me how to knit. She was wearing a colorful silk dressing gown covered in red, gold and orange flowers. I was simply wearing an Olive tank top and cut off and jeans. She explained that when she had been a teenager living in the projects, she had to join the gang or be terrorized daily. She eventually moved out of the area. She has thought about having the tattoo removed, but Th prospect of having a scar in place of the tattoo bothered her. She has thought about having another tattoo cover it up. I was curious about her life as a girl in the gang world. When I asked about it, she was reluctant to tell me at first. After a few glasses of red wine and she opened up. Iris told me that the only way she would be accepted into the Crypts was to make her pussy and mouth available to any member that wanted her. She told me that she was fucked in the ass, mouth, and pussy almost daily. The other girls also used her until I was comfortable eating pussy and assholes. She told me that she eventually became the property of a dike that guarded her jealousy. When she grew too old to be attractive to the dike, she made it possible for her to vanish from the area and the gang. Listening to her describe the lesbian sex stirred something in me. I asked her all about what the girls did to her. Iris recognized the lust in my voice and facial expression. "Honey child, does the idea of lesbian sex excite you?" I blushed because I was embarrassed about, I was so obvious. Iris wrapped her arm around me and hugged me. "Don't worry about it! I won't tell anyone. It is perfectly natural for a young girl to explore her sexuality. If you don't try everything, you will spend the rest of your life wondering if you should have been a lesbian. Tell me have you ever heard the term, `If you try black you never go backs.' Why not let me demonstrate the truth of that statement?" I chuckled at her comment, but I also felt a strong desire to find out what it would be like to have sex with my adult black female friend. I wrapped my arms around her body and kissed her on the mouth. It was all very heady. Her body smelled of jasmine and her skin tasted a little salty. The prospect of seeing a naked black woman was exciting. I felt a chill run up my spine. I placed my hand on one of Irises big soft breasts. The instant my hand felt her breast I knew she was not wearing a bra. There was only the thickness of her dressing gown separating my hand from her flesh. I could feel her stiff nipple poking the palm of my hand. Iris didn't get upset about my bold move. Her dressing gown opened easily to expose her two big caramel colored breasts capped with dark chocolate areolas and plump nipples. I couldn't resist taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking on it. I was able to create a vacuum and stretch her tit out to a point. When Iris had enough of me slobbering all over her tits, she pushed me away. Her dressing gown fell open to reveal the rest of her body. There was that lower belly bulge the covered a portion of her puffy vulva. Her pubic hairs reminded me of coiled watch springs. When I placed my hand on her pussy her pubic hair was coarse to the touch. Iris spread her thick thighs to allow me to touch her cunt. As I continued to finger fucking her wet pussy the aroma of her cunt filled my nose. Iris took charge and started undressing me while I was playing with her pussy. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of my tank top and slid her hand up my ribs to my firm young breasts. They were youthful pear shape puffy things with mauve areolas and nipples. When her fingers grasped my left tit, I sucked air in response to the thrill. She squeezed it a little before she pulled the garment over my head. She couldn't say enough nice things about my tits. Now it was her turn to play with one tit while sucking on the other one. I continued to cling to her breasts as well. When Iris was ready to move on to finishing undressing me, she gave the four metal buttons of my hip hugger cut off jeans and they popped open one at a time. The jeans were a couple of years old and failed, so they fit so tight the crotch crepe up my crack showing off my camel toe, and they were so tight she had to struggle to pull them down my legs. That left me sitting there in an old pair of small scanty panties. The crotch was already soaking wet from my vaginal fluid. Iris rubbed my panties for a moment before she slipped her fingers under the waistband and started stroking my little claim. She even commented on how wet I was. Her fingers were very skillful and quickly had me squirming around through an orgasm. When I recovered Iris removed my panties. I watched her as she held the crotch of my panties under her nose and smelled them. The look on her face you would think she was smelling ambrosia. It was kind of embarrassing for me to watch the way she was smelling my panties. When she discarded the panties, she turned her attention to my crotch. I had been very proud when I started growing pubic hair because it was my badge of the fact that I was truly a woman. Being a natural brunette, my pubic hair was a dark color that looked almost black. The hairs were soft and curly and formed a natural triangle. Iris admired my pussy before she moved me around on the couch so that I was laying on my back with the inside leg laying behind her body and the other leg had my foot still resting on the floor. That way she was able to kneel between my legs and she hovered over me and kissed me for a little while before she rubbed her big caramel tits all over my body as she moved down my body towards my crotch. I was thrilled at the prospect of her going down on me. I was afraid to force her down there, so I simply placed my hands on top of her nappy head. When she started sucking my pussy, I was so excited I was sure I actually squirted a little pee into her mouth. She didn't indicate that she even noticed what I had done. I held her head tightly against my pussy and started humping her face. The things she was doing with her tongue was driving me crazy. I couldn't control myself, as I wrapped my legs around her head and bucked my way through an orgasm. When I recovered, I opened my legs and sprawled there on the couch. Iris moved back up and lay on top of my sweaty body. This kiss was soft and gentle. There was no longer the feeling of urgency. I eventually felt the desire to find out what it would be like to taste her pussy. I struggled to take charge of the older woman and force her to lay back against the other end of her couch. I was mesmerized by the size of her magnificent breasts. I molded her warm flesh in my hands and traced the outline of her areolas with my fingertips before I started sucking on those brown nipples. I did my best to slobber all over both tits. It was the one to decide that it was time to move down to taste my first pussy. Now it was my turn to position her legs on the couch so that I would have access to her pussy. I loved the feeling of her soft inner thighs grabbing my cheeks as I worked my way towards her crotch. As I rubbed my face against her vulva the coarse hairs were abrasive enough to make my cheeks flush with color. I was amazed to see how her clitoris protruded beyond her labia major lips and reminded me of a grayish little penis. Her labia minora were a reddish flesh color and the ruffled edges had that grayish color. They reminded me of the beard on the least of a raw clam. The smell of her pussy filled my nose and would remain with me for days. I tentatively licked her wet pussy! I was not sure I would like the taste. After that first swipe of my tongue up the valley of her pussy, I knew that I would be visiting Iris many more times. Iris insisted that I wash up before going home because she didn't want my mother smelling her jasmine perfume and the aroma of her cum all over my face and hands. My mother was no one's fool, it didn't take long before she figured out that I was learning more than knitting from Iris. She sat me down one afternoon as confronted me about my relationship with Iris. She surprised me by not getting upset at all. "Kathy, I know that you are having sex with Iris." "No, I'm not! She is just teaching me how to knit." "Don't bother trying to lie! I can tell that you slowing her to fuck you!" "How do you know?" "For one thing when you came home last night, I saw that your panties were on inside out. I know that you left the house with them on properly." I was at a loss. What could I say? Mom waited for effect, "I'm not going to tell your father. Be careful about what you do. I know that the Hitchcock boy cheated on you and was mean to you. I know that girls experiment with their sexuality. Iris is an older woman that has a great personality but she might break your heart." "You knew that Jimmy cheated on me?" "You know that all of the women in the park gossip all of the time. I was proud of you when you broke it off with him when you found out. If I had told you about him, you would have gotten defensive. The best thing was to let you find out for yourself." "How about Iris?" "I'm sure she will be a good teacher, but you will probably have a change of heart as you grow older. I hope the two of you can part friends. In years to come, I hope you can look back on these days fondly." I felt closer to my mother than I had ever felt. All I could do was hug her and thank her. "Just remember that you share a bedroom with your little sister, and she is too young to be exposed to sex, so be careful about you're saying or doing anything like masturbating in your bedroom." Knowing that my mother knew about Iris and didn't object about us having sex with each other made me feel a lot better. Iris introduced me to analingus and the use of sex toys. She fucked me with dildos and masturbated me with a variety of things like beards on strings and having me wear butt plugs while in her trailer. When I turned sixteen Iris invited me to go with her to visit a friend. I got dressed up in my most adult dress and three-inch heeled pumps. When we walked out of the trailer park, I assumed we would catch the bus going towards town, but we walked to the entrance of the park and waited for a car to pick us up and as we entered that car Iris introduced me to the woman that was driving. Her name was Maria and the girl in the passenger side was her daughter, named Anita. When her daughter turned in the seat to say hi, I was sure I recognized Anita from school. I asked, "Don't you attend Carson Senior High School?" Anita smiled, "Go Colts!" I didn't have any losses with her. I was a junior and she was a freshman. Maria drove us to a private residence in Carson. We soon arrived at a typical single-story ranch style home. It was white stucco with chocolate trim and a composite shingle roof. The woman parked in the driveway and we exited the car and entered the house through the front door. Maria and Anita took our coats and hung them in the hall closet before they insisted on getting us something to drink. They escorted us into the kitchen and mixed us both drinks, before giving us a tour of their home. At the end of the tour we were in the family room and Maria turned on the stereo, and the room was filled with romantic instrumental music. Iris took Anita into her arms and started dancing to the music. Maria took my hand and took me her arms and started dancing with me. Maria was a very attractive woman about my mother's age and was very sexy. She was of Mexican extraction with a thick mane of glossy black hair with big brown eyes and full red lips. The skin on her face, neck, and arms was a golden brown. She was tall enough that my face was resting against full breasts that had to be at least a 38-DD. We moved rhythmicity to the music and our bodies were rubbing against each other's and I was being sexually stimulated. Maria leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I would love to be lone with you." I responded by kissing her on the mouth. She took me by the hand and led me to the master bedroom. I had observed that the master bedroom was obviously the bedroom of a single woman. Everything was feminine. I made a note to myself to ask about her marital status later. When we were safely behind the closed door, she took me in her arms and kissed me passionately on the mouth. We stood there and quickly removed each mother's clothes. When we were both totally naked, she held me at arm's length so she could admire my figure. She obviously approved of what she saw. I was also impressed with what I saw. I had already been very impressed with the beauty of her face but now that I had a good look at her body. I envied her figure because she had a curvaceous figure. Her skin tone was flawlessly even all over. Her big tits had areolas that were dark chocolate brown at least three inches in diameter and nipples the size of grapes. Her navel was pierced and the diamonds must have been at least a half-carat. Looking down her vulva had straight black pubic hair and it was all pointing to the crack of her pussy. Her shapely legs were those of a dancer. My admiration was interrupted by Maria pushing me back until I came in contact with her bed. I sat on the bed and actually pulled myself back until I was sitting in the middle of her queen-sized bed, as Maria mounted the bed. She reminded me of a cat stalking a bird the way she crawled across the bed towards me. I was mesmerized by her eyes as she moved. He breasts swung back and forth as she moved on her hands and knees. She placed her hands on my shoulders and forced me to lay on my back and she spent a long time kissing and feeling my body. Both of my 34-C breasts were red from the massage she had applied with her hands and mouth. When she went down on me and started sucking my pussy, I was thrashing around in pure ecstasy until I was sure that by the time, she was finished my pussy would be bruised. When I had an orgasm, I collapsed on the bed to rest. I think I even fainted for a moment before I recovered and started showing Maria how much I appreciated what she had done for me. Now it was my turn to show my appreciation by making love to her. Maria lay back against the pillows like a royal queen as I lay on top of her and rubbed my body all over hers. Her perfume was intoxicating as I made love to her. I placed both hands around one of her breasts and sucked on her nipple hard enough to draw milk if she had any. When she showed signs of discomfort, I switched my attention to the other breast. When she had enough, she placed her hands on top of my head and applied light pressure to let me know it was time to go down on her. I thrilled at the feel of her flesh rubbing against mine. As I got closer to her crotch the aroma of her pussy started filling my nose. Just smelling her pussy was making my own pussy moist again. I started licking my way from her navel jewelry down the center of her body to her aromatic pussy. I started to lick and suck on her pussy. I found that just about the only difference between smell and taste of Irises and her pussy was the difference in their choice of perfume and a slight difference in the effect what they ate on the taste. Obviously, Maria has eaten tortes made of corn made with a lot of lime. Her flesh tasted of corn. I couldn't resist licking her asshole to see if it was different from the taste of Irises asshole. Maria was extolling my efforts with a string of obscene words to inspire me on to greater efforts. When she howled out, "I'm cumming" I knew she was having a strong orgasm. When she calmed down, we cuddled up in each other's arms. I inquired in a whisper, "Should we return to the living room?" Maria smiled, "No worry Anita will bring Iris in here when she is finished going black." The thought of Anita having sex with Iris aroused a little jealousy in me before I realized I had no claim on Irises affections. I resting my head on Maria's arm right next to Dr armpit and was enjoying the aroma of her underarm. I was even getting horny again. Then there was the soft tap of fingernails on the bedroom door. Maria said, "Come in." When the door opened Anita and Iris was standing there with their arms around each other's naked waist. I was impressed with Anita's body. For a 14- year-old she was astonishingly mature. She looked a lot like a younger version of her mother. It was obvious that she would grow up to look very much like her mother. Iris pushed Anita into the bedroom. They joined us on the bed. When Anita kissed me, I smelled the familiar aroma of pussy. There was no doubt that Anita had been eating Irises pussy. After some small talk while Anita and I were eating each other's pussy, I was watching Iris eating Maria;s pussy. When it was over, we had to get dressed and Maria returned us to the trailer park. Anita and I became friends at school. I even invite her to visit me at home. Anita became close friends with my mother. Mother seemed to be always standing at the stove cooking or at the sink washing up afterward. Over the years my mother had changed from a slim 118 pounds into an obese 200 pounds. Buying clothes that fit her round body was traumatic. She seemed to live in a simple cotton print house dress that buttoned down the front. One day while Anita's was visiting me and my siblings were off doing their things and Mom was at the sink getting the front of her dress wet washing dishes. Anita couldn't resist talking to my mom and she stood right behind her and pressed her body against Mom's backside and she reached under Mom's arms and placed her hands-on other's big sagging G sized tits and squeezed them as she kissed Mom on the neck. Mom placed her soapy hand around Anita's wrists and pulled her hands away from her tits, "Anita, you can't be doing things like this. I'm too old for such foolishness." Mrs. B, you're no older than my mother and I want to show you how much I love you for having a daughter like Kathy." Mom turned to face Anita while drying her hands with a tea towel. Anita kissed Mon on the mouth while clinging to her flabby upper arms. I was dumbstruck when Anita went to her knees and lifted Mom's dress and pulled her baggy panties side to expose her hairy crotch. Anita pressed her face against Mother's pussy and started performing oral sex on my mother. Mother just stood there because she didn't know what to do. Mom started moaning and she let out a barely laudable sigh when she had an orgasm. When Anita pulled her face away it was wet with Mom's cum. Anita stood up and kissed my mother again. "I hope you allow me to do this again. Mother stuttered in an attempt to respond before she gave up and simply kissed Anita on the mouth. After that day any time Anita was around and had an opportunity, she would feel Mom up and kiss her. 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