Schoolyard to Kitchen
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Chapter 1: The Kitchen After School
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Kitchen After School - pretty white teacher dominated by rough black students continued to her kitchen, pov of the daughter
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I push open the back door, my backpack heavy with textbooks, the smell of leftover meatloaf greeting me. School let out early—teacher meetings—so I figured I’d catch my mom in the kitchen, maybe snag a snack before she started grading.
Instead, I hear it before I see it. A wet, slapping rhythm. A low moan I recognize as my mother’s, but twisted into something desperate and broken.
I freeze in the doorway.
Our kitchen table has been shoved against the wall. My mother, —prim, proper, the blonde teacher who always has her blouse buttoned to the collar—is bent over the counter, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her panties dangling from one ankle. Behind her, gripping her hips so hard his knuckles are pale, is Marcus. The same junior who’d been in her class. The same one I’d seen smirking in the hallways.
He’s fucking her. Hard. His thick black cock slams into her pussy with a wet squelch, her juices dripping down her thighs. Her face is pressed against the tile, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent gasp.
“Fuck yeah, Mrs. Hartley,” Marcus grunts, his balls slapping against her clit. “That’s it. Take this white bitch cunt like you’re supposed to.”
My mother whimpers. But her hips push back to meet him.
DeShawn and Tyrone are there too. Tyrone lounges against the fridge, watching with a lazy grin, stroking his own erection through his jeans. DeShawn stands in front of my mother, holding her head, feeding her his cock. She takes it obediently, her tongue working the shaft, her lips stretched wide.
Then DeShawn’s eyes catch mine.
He grins, showing gold teeth. “Well, well. Look who’s home early.”
Marcus doesn’t stop. He slows down, though, letting me see every inch of his cock sliding in and out of my mother’s wet hole. “Your mama’s a real good student,” he says, voice thick with mockery. “She learn fast. You wanna watch?”
My mother’s eyes flutter open. She sees me standing there, frozen. Unknown to them my vagina has been twitching at the unholy sight. A flush of shame burns across her cheeks—but her pussy clenches around Marcus’s dick, and she moans, unable to stop herself.
“Baby,” she gasps, her voice hoarse. “Go to your room. Please.”
But I don’t move. I can’t. My genitals are still twitching at the immoral sight. I felt like touching myself but I controlled myself, yet I cannot control my nipples getting hard protruding in my uniform.