Forbidden Fruit of Mother Who's A Whore

Justine gave birth to him,  even though she was whore and a slut from a bloodline of harlots.  She nurtured him and gave him anything he wanted as a child. As he reached his teenage years she took notice that he was very muscular in stature, and very handsome as told to her from her mother, about the men from their bloodline. He loved and protected his mother, just like a husband would, even though he was her bastard son. This type of union they had was so unique but common in this part of the country that they had to keep it a secret, just like her mother did with her 3 brothers, and before fucking and sucking them, and having their sons. You see these families kept a pure bloodline, so they would keep this incest going generation after generation. So when they would go out in public, they would try and make every attempt to look and act like mother and grown sons. Justine was so infatuated with her own son she could not get enough of his dick. Justine would fuck her son at least 5 times a day, and each time she would have him cum inside his mommies’ lil tight middle age hole, also each time they had sex he would also have to cum in her mouth to help satisfy her erotic ass. Justine, not only fucked her son, but she also fucked her dad, yes her son was her dad’s child.

So the very next time you meet someone you want to fuck, date, or play with make certain that when it comes to fucking that you will only be fucking them, and not their mother, or father. Justine, continues to fuck her son, day and night, hell she has even started fucking the other family members, because she could not get enough dick from her own son.

I could not fuck my mother but what I do understand is the spirit that dwells inside you must be acted out on someone who is willing in the bloodline of whores, who desire their sons and daughters all the fucking time.

So if it is tradition would you fuck your mother, or father, grandfather. You say no now, but in the end you may not just give fuck, who you CUM in and on.

Now go bust that NUT on your mothers and fathers, pussy or dick, it may not be bad. You know you thought about fucking your mother or riding your father's dick.

Fuck you, then.....

Gay For The Stay Trapped IN The Closet

Early Monday morning I was due to be sentenced for my four domestic violence charges, and 2 bricks of dope I had in the trunk of my car. The judge ask me and my attorney to stand, he said Gordo Mendoza I hereby sentenced you to 12 years Federal time and 4 years state time to run concurrent with each other. I said fuck it; I know what I got to do. You see doing what I got to do is getting inside and be a bitch in the pin, for protection. Yeah that means, I would go from beating bitches to being a bitch. You, ask damn it’s like that go from being a hard hit muthafucka on the street that would not think twice about beating the fuck out of bitch until she would pass the fuck out, then rape her, and dry fuck her up the ass. On the streets I had size to intimidate people. Despite my size way, way down on the inside I was a pussy. I am 6 foot 4, 230 pounds of Brazilian and Black muscle. I have always dated, and fucked very beautiful women all my life, but I have a dark side that my family doesn’t know, and I plan to keep it that way. As the bus arrived at Folsom Penitentiary, I know I had to go in this hell hole like am hard and shit. You see no matter how hard you are when you get to the Penitentiary, everybody yelling fresh fish on the line.  You know when you arrive at prison you reflect on your stupid actions that got you to this place. Also what was good about a new arrival inmate they put you in this 60 day holding area before entry into a prison. The reason that this is done so that a prisoner won’t have a nervous mental break adjusting to prison life.

After the sixtieth day, they put me in with my cellmate who is gay as RuPaul, now isn’t that some shit. This nigga saw right through my sweet ass. Here I am thinking I am this hard soldier, was about to give my ass up for protection. This nigga was at least 6 feet 8 inches 275, I tried and tell him, I got bitches on the street, he said and what, that I was not the first Gangsta or the last, that like other niggas, and had bitches.

I said ok, you got to survive while here in this prison, so I was going to be, what they call being “Gay for the Stay”. You see Gay for the stay is while in jail, I’m a bitch, on the street I got bitches. I know that this was not any normal shit, 2 men fucking each other, moaning, and groaning, stroking, and sucking dicks. You see I did not give in right away, but he kept pushing, pushing, and pushing until I gave in. I felt ashamed but I was protected. This big dick nigga would CUM in my ass, and make me suck the shit of his dick and that CUM that would be dripping, I was fucking mess, getting treated just like the women I used to abuse in the street. I guess you can say, I got all my dirt back, and then some.

After many, years of being a bitch on the inside, now it was time for me to get out, but I was more afraid getting out of jail, than when I went in for the very first time. My feminine side came out so strong, I worked real hard on tying to be the Hard Muthafucka, that I was on the streets many years prior. Life just isn’t the same after you have lived a different life on the inside. So when the very nice female, I met online came to pick me up from the yard, she got home and she wanted to fuck.  She had waited for 4 years since she had been with a man, and to wait on me. I pushed her off as long as I could, and she started making comments about be not wanting her hot pussy. This chick could really suck the skin off your dick. In my mind she wasn’t my “Ricky”, you see you judgmental muthafucka’s know this bitch can see, and know I was “Gay for the Stay” while on lock down.  When this chick finish talking so bad about me, I just blurted out I want dick bitch not your clit. There I was out of this dark closet that I have been hiding in for years.

After all the dirt I had done in my life, I had to face reality that while in prison, I thought I was going to be “Gay For The Stay”, but yet I was gay along covering it all up by fucking a lot of women, and beating them up, because the abuse meant, I had power, but really I had no power at all.

The moral of this story is, the next time that one of you bitches, plan to be a “Pin Pal”, with an inmate, you better pay close attention that his ass is not “Trapped In The Closet”. You can never be just “Gay for the Stay”, You was Gay before you went in, and Gay on the way out.

Black Necrophilia a.k.a Fucking The Dead

As I stand in the break room of the county morgue, looking and waiting for the next beauty to come down the ramp into my place of solace. My place of peace and acceptance are beautiful black dead bodies, that yearn for my touch seduction, and my long black rod of discipline, and final fuck session. Because of my lack of self confidence, and total awareness of my surroundings, I began to build emotions with dead black beauties, yes it is sick, but so are the many muthafuckas who are reading my journey into necrophilia. There is a misconception about the dead, you see they are very much aware about what’s going on during the preparation of their final show. Her name was Stacey Davenport, from Georgia, 32 died of natural causes. I get real moist with pre CUM that leak from my Dick when I get a call that I have a female body coming my way that died unexpectedly. The reason I get so excited is that means she will not have any damages to her body. In my eyes and in my thoughts that is a perfect body, despite she will be no longer breathing. The day that Stacey Davenport arrived, I had prepped her final ceremonial cleansing water 30 minutes before she got here. You see when prepping for Stacey, I make certain I don’t damage her beautiful skin, with the temperature of the water being too hot or cold. As long as I keep the room temp, and the water right, my quiet time with Stacey will be that of great emotional and physical satisfaction. You see I am so good and body preservation; my ass should be doing something different. I use traditional body soaps that may excite me, and I even put on oils, of what I feel is appropriate, and that would depend on her skin tone or the facial features. When I say I prep a body, I prep a body, because the dead are my way I express myself with my creative mind. Stacy was just so perfect later you will see how Stacey and I met.  During the time I was washing her heavenly body, I had to make certain I did not rush, because she deserved this intimate time with me. While I was getting her reading she was showing signs of anticipation. After I washed that body, I had to take an instrument and deflate her Pussy, I think I had washed it a little too hard. Before I made love and then fucked her real hard I had to apologize to her for killing her in the first place. I can only hope she had forgiven me, even though she really enjoyed that shit.

Remember how I said I would tell you how Stacey Davenport and I met, well we met or a double shot of expresso at Starbucks, and we started seeing her, one thing led to another and we started fucking. During second time we got together and fucked, I had asked her to coke me while we was fucking, she noticed how hard my dick got and how Horney it made me, so then she wanted to try. How about she liked it so much, she asked that I choke her harder, I did and the bitch died. You see this is how Stacey ended up in my place of solace, but I had to make sure I made our last encounter one she would remember after death.

Who says the dead is conscience of nothing; tell them to go ask Stacey Davenport.

The next time you hear of a Black man or Woman talking about Blacks and necrophilia don’t judge them, you best make certain they won’t kill you only to fuck you after your dead. 

With My Fingers Wet, Her Hand On My Cock, Forgive Me, I Have Fallen In Sin!

"Would you please rise as we sing hymn number two hundred thirty two," the musical director with his gay ass said to the congregation. The nearly five hundred-member church stood as many turned the pages of their song books. A moment later the director held his arms up and then a joyful sound filled the hall.

Sandra looked up at her father, Jerry, as he sang deeply. His voice was one she never tired of hearing. Singing hymns was her favorite part of services each week because of him. Watching him with adoration as he paid close attention to the director she felt warm in his presence. Returning her gaze to the song book her father held out for her she raised her voice as well.

On the second verse she noticed that her father was no longer singing. Placing her finger in the book, she moved it along to the word that they were on. After a about half a dozen words when he still had not heard his voice she turned to him. Her father was looking down, at her big ass breast, with the nipples coming through her blouse, but not at the book. Following his gaze she looked down at her chest and suddenly understood what had taken his breath away.

Sandra was a full-bodied young teenage woman, as her aunt liked to say. She was what some men called nice and thick. Her hips were full, her bottom wide and her stomach was round. Many of the girls her age were much thinner with very nice figures, so much so that she always felt a certain amount of self consciousness. But she never felt inadequate in the bust department. Her breasts were soft and pillowy. Definitely more than a handful, one boyfriend had remarked.

It was her chest that had captivated her father, of all people, in the middle of a church hymn. The dress she wore was tight about her bosom, as many of her clothes were, but there was a piece of fabric that covered her cleavage to give her the modesty church required. This white cloth that covered the gap between her breasts had fallen forward an inch; just enough so that if someone was looking directly down they could see her tits cradled in the white lace bra.

Sandra felt a blush creep across her face and spread quickly down into her chest where her nipples stiffened and began to ache pleasantly. The fact that her father's ogling had turned her on caused her blush to deepen even more. Surprised by her own reaction Sandra coughed to relieve the tension. Her father patted her on her back, looking down with concern on his face. She nodded that she was okay and then the song ended.

As everyone sat down Sandra grabbed her cardigan sweater off the pew and excused herself to the ladies room. She locked the stall door in the restroom as she set herself down on the toilet. Fanning her face she tried to calm herself but with each passing moment she kept recalling the look of lust on her father's face as he gazed at her body.

Gathering her flowing skirt Sandra tentatively slipped a hand under her dress and had to bite her tongue to suppress a moan finding that her panties were damp. Her other hand quickly rose to her left breast and tweaked her nipple hard through the bra. The wetness between her thighs was growing quickly.

Making a quick decision Sandra pulled the white bra straps off her shoulders and pulled her arms through the loops. She pressed the loose straps between the bra and her skin so they would not swing free. With a grunt she tore the white modesty fabric from the front of her dress and then pulled her bra down so that her nipples were no longer covered by the cups of the brassiere. She reversed the cardigan sweater so that it covered her chest instead of her back and stepped out of the stall.

When Sandra returned to her father the sermon was just beginning. Jerry reached over to pull the song book out of her way as she sat down but he wasn't quick enough and she sat on his hand, pinning it to the seat beneath her soft ass. He gave her an apologetic look and tried to pull his hand free but Sandra reached between them and held his forearm still. She gave him a soft dreamy look and wiggled her bottom.

Shifting her weight slightly Sandra guided her father's hand to turn over so that her ass rested on his palm. His eyes widened as she gyrated a little in his grip and he started to say something to her when he realized she seemed to be paying attention to the sermon. Bewildered by this sudden turn of events he too looked up to the pulpit and tried to listen to the words the preacher spoke.

After a minute he could feel his daughter's weight shift around a little, the pressure of her bottom against his hand encouraging the erection forming in his pants. His fingers flexed to grip her cushiony ass and from the corner of his eye he saw Sandra close her eyes slowly as she sucked in air through parted lips. Her mouth curved in a small smile and he could tell her eyes were rolling back in delight as he continued his furtive groping.

Jerry tried to look about without appearing to do so, gauging whether anyone had noticed that his daughter was sitting on his hand. No one was looking at them with a disapproving stare. Mrs. Jacobsen, an eighty year old grandmother of seven, smiled at him when he turned around to look at the row directly behind. Returning her smile weakly, Jerry faced forward once again.

Sandra leaned into her father. When Jerry looked down at her she held the sweater away from her body and he could clearly see the changes she had made to her dress. It was his turn to suck in air as he beheld the beauty of her cleavage hidden to all but him. Her ivory white skin was on full display and the dark valley formed by her breasts caused him to grip her fleshy cheek tightly.

A light giggle escaped Sandra's lips as she felt her father's reaction, the ache in her chest and the wetness between her thighs growing. Jerry could clearly see the flesh around the tip of her breast crinkle up as the nipple became ever larger. His cock became engorged as he gazed upon the tender flesh of his daughter's womanly body.

"Amen," the congregation said.

Jerry tore his gaze away from his daughter's heaving bosom and tried valiantly to pay attention as his hand kneaded the soft ass pressed onto his hand. Sandra laid her hand upon his thigh as she nuzzled her father's shoulder. The smell of his aftershave was light and hypnotic and she felt herself drifting into a haze as she concentrated on the scent. She could feel his erection just at the edge of her fingertip as it grew down his pant leg. With just a small flex of her finger she could rub the crown of his cock imperceptibly.

Jerry's breathing became softly shallow as his heart raced in his chest. The fear of being caught, in church no less, coupled with the fact that it was his very own daughter made him more aroused than he had ever been. Within moments of her furtive rubbing his cock was at full mast and he could feel wetness upon his upper thigh where pre-cum was leaking.

Sandra was not satisfied though and moved her hand once again, placing it atop his cock completely. She started to make small rubbing motions and Jerry had to cough to cover up the groan he let out. With a terrified look he stared at his daughter whose smoldering eyes betrayed her innocent smile. Sandra's pussy was flooded and she was sure he would feel it as she soaked the seat beneath her. She relished the feel of his manhood underneath her fingers and she squeezed him slowly as she rubbed its length as much as she dared.

For a time Sandra was content to tease her father mercilessly but she was being tortured as well and needed more. Her pussy ached to be touched and she delighted in the wickedness of doing it in this holy place. Removing her hand from her father's lap she began to pick at her full skirt. Twisting slowly she pulled the skirt up and removed her father's hand from under her butt, much to his disappointment. Painstakingly slow she pulled the skirt up higher and higher until it was bunched up against the back of the seat and her panty covered ass was directly against the pew. When at last she was finished she leaned into her father and stared up at him until he brought his ear close to her.

"Put your hand back," she whispered as quietly as she could. When her father nodded she grabbed the loose material tightly in a bunch and then leaned away from him reaching for another song book. As her ass lifted off the seat he pushed his hand underneath the skirt until he felt the warmth of her sex. When Sandra leaned back she had to adjust herself so that she could sit with his hand wedged in the crack of her ass comfortably. At last she settled down, leaning a little forward so as not to be too obvious. Her father's fingers were pressed up against her soaking panties, pressing lightly against the aroused lips of her sex.

Jerry felt her weight settle and he had to bite his lip to keep from wincing aloud. The awkward angle was quite painful and he had to shift lower in the seat to accommodate the strange position. He looked about nervously, still hoping that no one suspected what was happening under their very noses. Flexing his fingers against his daughter's pussy he felt the wetness of her desire. He pressed against her nether lips rhythmically and soon could feel her shifting her weight in time to his movements.

Sandra gripped her father's thigh once again, this time tightly as she rode his hand. She curled just the end of her fingers around the ridge of his cock and palmed it as much as she could without being too obvious. Faking a yawn, she pressed her hand up against her mouth trying to stifle a cry as her father's fingers worked the underwear aside and dipped into her honey soaked pussy.

Jerry listened to the sermon, trying to determine when it was going to end. Glancing at his watch he guessed they had about three minutes left. Knowing that their game was about to conclude he decided to step it up a gear and really give his daughter a ride. Pushing his pinky and ring finger into her pussy as deeply as he could, he stroked her clit with his middle finger. A wicked gleam twinkled in his eyes as Sandra's face immediately froze in a look of muted horror. She tried to plead with him out of the corner of her eyes but she couldn't move to look at him directly.

Sandra's breathing became erratic and her lips trembled as an orgasm approached, though no other outward sign betrayed what was truly happening to her. Twitching slightly she gripped the pew in front of her and tried to remain as still as possible as her father fingered her pussy towards climax. Jerry could smell her now, the flow of her juices was too great and it was only a matter of time before the people around them smelled it too. Filled with lust and desire he abandoned all sense and concentrated on making his daughter cum.

The damn broke and Sandra's whole body tensed as if she were bearing the weight of the world. Her hands turned white with strain as she tried to tear the wooden bench in front of her to pieces as her loins exploded in delirious pleasure. Screwing her eyes shut in concentration she bit down hard and locked her jaw as she tried to remain quiet as the waves of excruciating joy crashed against her.

"So remember," the preacher was concluding, "prayer is not a chore, it's a twenty four hour hotline to God."

"A-MEN!" Sandra shouted loudly with relief, stunning everyone around her.

The preacher did a little jump, startled as well.

"Thank you sister," he said amusedly.

Jerry pulled his hand free immediately and sat up straight. He pressed his fingers together and leaned over with them near his face. He inhaled her scent deeply and felt his throbbing cock threaten to explode. With sheer will he pulled his hands away and looked up to see his daughter settling back against the seat with a dreamy look spread across her face.

As the services concluded Sandra pulled the sweater on properly, buttoning it up all the way to hide her cleavage. She stood and held out her hand to her father. When he took it she pulled him close to her body and walked in front of him to hide his dick.

Man, I was in my father’s house, looking and thinking about my daughter’s blouse, and thinking about her round ass. Ok you mutha fuckas no the story, but don’t tell nobody we fucked later that night, and that pussy was so fucking good.

Don’t judge me, FUCK YOU at least I told the truth, some of you have looked at one of your family members sideways before.

Trailer Park Whore, Fucking Her Dog Duke

Lick Mama Duke

In the trailer park community she lived alone with her rock wilder Duke, but she was very lonely and miserable. She is 45 years of age her face sunken in from smoking crack for many years, but she is clean now. In this trailer park, there were married men and single and they all enjoyed hanging out with Irene, who would always have something good to eat, drink, and she always had on very short pants, and wore low cut blouses. Many of the men have stayed over night, and whoever stayed they got their dicks sucked real good, and she had some good wet juicy trailer park pussy. All the guys in the trailer park would talk about how good Irene pussy was. One day Irene was home and horny and wanted some more dick, but not from the guys in the park. She got so horny she looked at her dog duke, and started rubbing on her very hairy pussy with one hand, and pulling and stroking dukes dick with the other hand. Irene had never done anything like this before, but to her dick was dick, even if that dick came from her dog. This “PWT” a.k.a Poor White Trash pulled the skin back on this dog dick and she started sucking his dick, and she put her finger in his ass, to keep his dick real hard. She learned this trick with some of the many men she had fucked around with over the years. While she was sucking the dogs dick, she was trying to figure out a way to get the dog to eat her pussy, because while sucking the dogs dick, she notice that he was really liking what she was doing to him. You see dogs cum back to back and their dicks swell 4 to 5 times larger than their normal size. Well, how about Irene had remembered her dog loved peanut butter, so she went to the kitchen to get the jar of peanut butter to rub it allover her pussy, trying to get duke to lick that trailer park cat. That shit didn’t work, so she wanted him to fuck her, this bitch has gone to damn far this time, but when a bitch want to get fuck, its like by any means to make that shit happen.

Irene, got on her knees, and tried to get duke to get behind her and start to fuck her just like he would another dog. This bitch had to get that peanut butter smell off her pussy, so she had t get her own pussy wet again, so that duke could sniff, and smell pussy on her just like he would on a dog. After she washed up, and rubbed her pussy, she made herself cum, so hard, she squirted all over the dog’s face. Irene was talking shit to the dog, just like a bitch would to a man. Irene, got on her knees, put dukes paws on her back, this time duke started humping, his dick came out, and he was able to straddle Irene, and when he got in that pussy, he was fucking her hard and deep. Irene was moaning, screaming, and calling dukes name, just like she would a man. Duke came back to back. Duke would CUM, rest, a few seconds, only to start up again.

In the end Duke became her TRUE best friend, she started buying duke steak, and eggs, getting him groomed on a regular basses. Treating her dog like a king, now isn’t that some shit. You mutha fucka’s bet not get know ideas, because the police have jail cells for you freaks, that may want to do a little something extra for you pets.