Alvin watches

Alvin waited until the creaking of the stairs ceased before making his move, quietly tiptoeing up the same stairs.

At the second floor, Alvin spotted the dark neck and broad back in familiar blue Union Jacket at the end of the lantern-lit corridor. It vanished when the door to the master bedroom swung shut.

Swallowing dry bitterness, Alvin softly stepped up to the master bedroom door. He gently leaned his hand on it to see if it would budge.

It would not.

Yet Alvin was not a man without his own dirty secrets and means. He tentatively entered the adjacent room and closed the door behind him. It was a spare bedroom. Currently unoccupied. Alvin approached the wall dividing the two rooms and located the prominent split in the wall boards in a corner, hidden in the shadows of a dresser.

The split in the wall allowed Alvin to spy into his parents's bedroom, as he had done many times before.

Like many young men, Alvin was interested in sex. But in a chaste Christian house, the only ones who had any business doing that, was his ma and pa. It didn't help that his mother was blessed with enamoring natural beauty and that Alvin looked up to his father, desiring every bit to be like the man when he grew up. Including how to perform husbandly duties.

Alvin had lost count the number of times he had snuck into this room to watch his parents consummate their marriage while learning a thing or two about the pleasures of his own flesh. Now here he was again, sandwiched between the dresser and the wall, one eye bathed in sliver of light from the lamps and candles in the other room that came through the crack in the wall.

Alvin had a direct front view of his parent's large bed, which remained undisturbed. He caught sight of the adulterous pair immediately to the bed's right. They were standing together, facing each other, passionately kissing, and gazing into each other's eyes. All while their hands kept moving, restlessly removing each other's clothing.

Eleanor was naked first. She then immediately got on her knees and helped Samuel get out of his trousers. Alvin watched the former slave's hard, black cock bounce free, nearly clubbing his mother's deeply flushed face in the process. Yet the expression on his mother's beautiful, heavily flushed face was one of awe and delight. Her piercing blue gaze went from admiring the length, heft, and girth of Samuel's cock to looking up at Samuel with a child-like excitement. As if she was a little girl whose daddy had just gifted her new toy.

Alvin himself studied the big black cock, which was now suddenly in his mother's milk-white hands. He felt himself shudder. How was that possible? The young black man's pecker was very nearly comparable to a horse's. And he wasn't even fully hard yet.

Evidently, Alvin's mother sought to change that. Eleanor began to put her lush pink lips on the black youth's giant pecker.

Alvin felt nauseous. Ma has a nigger's thing in her mouth. The same mouth that cooed at him and sung to him from a babe. The same mouth that kissed him on the head when he was pained and on the cheek when he needed strength. Those same lips. That same mouth. Now she rubs them along the nigger's coal-black pecker. Kissing it with a fervor Alvin has never before seen.

And just as Alvin thought it couldn't get worse, Eleanor started licking the black cock with her tongue.

Alvin felt vomit rise within him and quickly turned away from the spy-hole.

The feeling passed quickly and the shock of the moment pulled Alvin’s gaze back into his mother's room.

Alvin saw that Eleanor held Samuel's cock in both hands while she continuously kissed and licked the tip and the immediate shaft. After a while, she even tried putting that filthy thing it into her mouth.

Alvin realized he was shaking. However his own pecker had grown quite hard. Harder than he had ever felt before.

Alvin was no stranger to fellatio. He had seen his mother do it on his father, usually when his father wanted sex, but his mother claimed to be too tired. His mother would hold his father's pecker up by the neck with two fingers and envelop the whole thing with her mouth. She would stay still like that, but father would moan with happiness. At one point his father would praise his mother's tongue, so Alvin assumed she was using it somehow.

But this was very different.

The nigger's girthy cock barely fit in Eleanor's mouth and she could pretty much only manage to take the tip into her pretty mouth. Yet she sucked and sucked, making ungodly noises as she did, all while gazing up at that nigger with her bright blue eyes, as if seeking signs of his own pleasure.

Alvin was sure his mother never did that for his daddy. Most of the time it looked like a chore to Eleanor, and she would look glad when his daddy was done, which usually just takes a minute.

Yet here she was, hanging her head off a nigger's dick for nearly 10 minutes and still looking like she adores having it in her mouth.

Finally, Eleanor released Samuel's black cock and returned to admiring it in its full hardness.

"Oh Samuel..." Eleanor sighed with need, "Put it in me again, would you please?!"

"Of course, missus. Let's get on the bed now," Samuel replied.

Eleanor got up from the floor and went to sit on the right edge of the bed, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

Samuel came up to her and eased Eleanor back onto the mattress.

Alvin watched his beautiful, respectable, strong-willed mother eagerly spread her long, graceful, lily-white legs to offer herself to the family’s former slave-boy. She doesn't even do that with daddy, Alvin realized. For all he has seen in his time, his mother has never even gotten fully naked for his father. His father would drop his pants and she would lay back and tentatively raise her frock as he moved on top of her, as if afraid of revealing too much. A few minutes later, his father would roll over, satisfied and Eleanor would quickly smooth down her dress again. That was how it's always been done.

This however, was new.

Samuel had barely climbed onto the bed and moved between Eleanor's wide-spread thighs when Eleanor impatiently reached down between their bodies for his enormous dangling black cock and quickly guided it to under her neat blonde bush. Samuel started sinking his hips into Eleanor who immediately cried out with joyfulness.

In Samuel's gradual descent down between his mother's open, welcoming, shapely white thighs, Alvin watched the former slave-boy of his family skillfully pull back a few times before sinking deeper, each time making his sweet mother cry out in elation. After about three or four strokes, the former-slave buried himself completely in his former white mistress.

Eleanor's head fell back on the mattress once Samuel nestled his hips against hers. Her entire face bloomed pink and she was panting and sweaty. She had her eyes closed, but on her half-open mouth was clearly ingrained an expression of gladness.

Alvin watched the black nigger plough Eleanor, gently at first, then with longer and longer strokes, deeper and deeper thrusts, faster and faster gait. Alvin didn't remember pulling his own pecker out of his pants but before he knew it, it was in his hands and he was tugging on it while whimpering softly to himself, “Mama…”

Eleanor's moans got louder and then more guttural. She gazed in awe up into the eyes of the free black man fucking her white married cunt like he owns it. Her mouth gaped in pleasure and her hands clawed needily at his muscular arms and torso.

"Say you love this nigger dick!" Samuel growled.

"I love it!" Eleanor panted back without trepidation. She even looked proud as she spoke those words. "I love your nigger dick, Samuel! Don't stop, Oh god! Please don't stoppp!!!"

"You belong to me now, missus," Samuel grunted. "Your white cunny belongs to this black cock."

"Yes, darling boy, yesssss!" Eleanor panted jubilantly, "This white cunny is alllll yoursssssss! I'm YOURSSSSS!"

Alvin choked on a sob as he fapped his small white dick. He suddenly realized tears were flowing from his eyes. Mercifully, that horrible nigger did not make his mama say anymore evil things, but as he wiped the tears from his eyes, he immediately saw why. The adulterous pair were now embracing while still feverishly fucking, but now they were hungrily kissing as well.

Alvin didn't know how much time passed while Samuel and Eleanor rutted like dogs in heat. He lost count of how many times his mother orgasmed while screaming and shaking beneath the beastly nigger. He certainly wasn't counting the countless passionate kisses his mother showered on the former slave-boy for making her white cunny cum itself silly on his evil big black pecker.

"I'm close," Samuel finally growled. "Where should I spill my seed, missus?"

"In me!" Eleanor moaned deliriously, "Give me all your sweet seed, Samuel! Oh yeah... Oh.. Oh.. Ohh... Spill it all in this white cunt, you beautiful darling. You own it."

"Mama... No..." Alvin choked.

"LORD, YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" Eleanor shrieked triumphantly as Samuel grunted and started flooding her deep insides with torrent after torrent of hot, virile, African seed.

Alvin was suddenly yanked away from his watching spot. And a forceful hand suddenly clamped across his mouth. The cold iron of a revolver was pushed against his forehead.

Meanwhile Eleanor and Samuel breathlessly explored each other's mouths again with their tongues while savoring the intense heat of the black youth's sea of seed deep inside the married white mother. They remain oblivious of what happens in the next room...