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"I can hardly believe this is your first! I bet you want to get fucked by it too, huh? Fucked by a real man with a real black dick, not like that pathetic little thing that your puny white husband has? Fucked by your big black son so hard you'll never go back to Dad's little white thing?"

I couldn't believe how much Keenan was turning me on by talking trash about me, the real me, his adoptive dad. I'd never seen this side to him, he was normally such a polite boy, but it was driving me wild. At the same time, I'd never imagined I would get off on being taunted and humiliated. On the one hand, as his 'Mom' I was getting complimented by Keenan on how fuckable and desirable I was, and at the same time he was trashing my pathetic masculinity as his dad. He was playing me completely and I was loving it, hungrily gobbling up his cock like a slutty MILF and all the time hearing what a loser I was as a man.

"Oh son, yes, I want it. I want it so bad," I said, as he let up from fucking my face long enough for me to gasp and lick all around his shaft, "I never wanted anything so much as your beautiful big black dick. I want to feel it inside me. Give it to me, son. Give me your black hardness like your pathetic little white dad never could."

"Alright, Mom, you asked for it," he said.

He pulled me from his dick, leaving a trail of saliva and precum between his purple cockhead and my red lips, my lipstick smeared around my mouth as I licked the salty taste from around it. Keenan pushed me to my feet and his strong black hands ran up my stockinged legs. There was a hungry, dirty grin on his face as he pushed my skirt up. Soon his dark hands crossed my red lace stocking tops and were caressing the smooth, pale skin of my thigh, pushing my skirt further and further up. I unzipped my floral print dress and pulled it over my head, casting it aside.

Now I was just standing in front of my eighteen year-old adopted black son, dressed in nothing but my wife's red lace lingerie and heels. My son eyed me up approvingly, his eyes running up my smooth stockinged legs and lace garter belt and alighting on the Valentine's Day red lace panties that had been in his hand when I caught him. My stiff little penis had made a tiny bulge in the pretty, dainty boyshorts and the precum leaking from my hardon had soaked into the material, outlining my tiny dick perfectly for my horny black son to see.

"Nice panties, Mom," he smirked, "My favorites. And it looks like you like wearing them too."

His hand grasped at my crotch, pushing my legs open and running his dark fingers over the lace materials of my panties (or rather, my wife's used panties), making my stiff dick quiver further.

"Look how wet sucking my black dick has made you, Mom," he said, "And your little clitty's so hard it looks about as big as Dad's tiny dick!"