Queen of the Plantation: MIL Too

Disclaimer: Please Read Before Continuing

This is a period piece set in the 1850’s South. The main Character is a slave owner who loves to dominate people. She is very liberal with “N” word. This does not mean that I, the writer, condone or even use that word in real life. It is also a cuckold and female domination tale with acts of bondage and humiliation. If any of those things offend you, please don’t read my story. If you do, and leave comments about how the main character or the writer are racist pigs, I would agree in Charlotte’s case, but I will still delete your comment. I write for a niche audience who like the cuckold theme and race play. If that is not you, I get it. I hope you find another story on this site that excites you, and I hope you have a wonderful day. For those of you that aren’t offended by those themes, I hope you enjoy my tale. Comments about the writing, good or otherwise, are welcome, but please keep them constructive, not hateful.

Goamz86

*

Charlotte rode Abraham reverse cowgirl as she stared directly into Charles eyes. Her big round pregnant belly shook each time she impaled herself on the thick chocolate colored cock of the house slave.

“Thank you Charles!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She gushed. “This cock is so magnificent! You are so generous for letting me have it so often.”

Charles just stared at his wife while stroking his meager, yet rock-hard penis. He really had no say in how often his slut of a wife fulfilled her primal need for bigger thicker cock. However, by thanking him each and every time she did it, Charlotte had conditioned him to think he had a say. Whether like today, it was the “house nigger’s” big black cock, or any number of larger white cocks that she utilized, she always seemed to make him feel as though he had a voice in the decision. It was kind of diabolical on her part, and it ensured her husband’s placid acceptance of her slutiness.

Ever since the second month of her pregnancy, Charlotte had been insatiable. It seemed every time Charles turned around she was either inviting one of her bulls over for dinner or inviting Abraham into their room to quell the burning in her loins.

Charles really didn’t mind. It was the thing that made his balls boil the most. Watching his sexy wife take big cock was so fucking hot, he didn’t know what to do with himself. She was fucking other men so often lately, that his little pecker was often rubbed raw from all the masturbating he did as he watched.

After confirming her pregnancy with a doctor, Charlotte had begun letting the white men she fucked cum inside her pussy, since there was no risk of pregnancy. She really did love the feel of her lovers filling her pussy with their creamy surprise. This had also added a new wrinkle to her intimacy with her husband as well.

George had come all over her belly and pubic area the first time he had fucked her. Charlotte hadn’t really wiped up all the mess he made before joining her husband in bed. There was still some cum lingering in her pubic hair and on the surrounding skin. Charles had wanted to fuck his wife but she had denied him that pleasure because she was too “sore”. When he had offered to soothe her sore pussy with his tongue, Charlotte warned him that she was not clean down there. Charles wanted his wife so badly that he had enthusiastically licked her anyway. With this in mind, Charlotte had let George come inside her not too long after getting pregnant. When Charles asked to make love to her in their bedroom later Charlotte had refused again on the basis that she was too sore. When she saw how disappointed he was, an evil grin appeared on her face.

“However, if you would like to make my sore little pussy feel better with your tongue, I would definitely allow that. Would you like to lick momma’s pussy and quell the aches for her?” Charlotte asked her very horny husband.

Charles hesitated this time. It was one thing to lick her pussy when there was cum around it, he could avoid it for the most part in those conditions, but with it dripping out of her puffy used hole, there would be no way to steer clear of it now.

“What’s the matter my dear hubby? Don’t you want to tastes you wife’s sweet, sweet pussy?” She teased, knowing full well the reason for his reluctance.

“Yes, of course I do my dear but, it’s……..it’s soiled.” Charles muttered.

“And?” Charlotte inquired. “You have licked me before when I was ‘Soiled’.” She said a bit miffed.

Charles saw his opportunity for any kind of relief, even by his wife’s hands slipping away fast, and he was in great need of that relief. Not ever wanting to upset his wife, he delicately tried to talk his way out of it, “But that was on it, not in it.” He argued.

“And?” was all Charlotte said with a contemptuous look on her face.

“And I would have to lick it up.”

“Annnnnnnnnnd?” She retorted.

“and, and, and….well I have never…..” Charles stumbled.

“Charles William Hale, You get you fucking tongue down there right now and make my pussy feel better this instant, or Momma will never let that pathetic little pecker of yours inside that delicious pussy of mine ever again, let alone allow you to watch a real man fuck it like it deserves.” She spat at him in a low but emphatically stern voice.

“Yes my love.” Charles replied, dejectedly moving down toward her oozing pussy.

Seeing the expression on his face, Charlotte suddenly changed her mind on tactics. She didn’t want Charles to see this as a punishment, but as a reward. So, she stopped his descent toward her pussy.

“Oh ok Sweetums, you don’t have to lick Momma’s dirty pussy if you don’t want.” She told him. “Come up here, on your knees, next to me.”

Charles got a big smile on his face, because he knew what that meant, and he hurried to the assigned position.

Charlotte proceeded to stroke Charles’ hard little cock for a time with her hand, edging him over and over, until he was begging her to let him come.

“I’ll tell you what….” She bargained with him, again making him think he had a say in their sexual activities. “If you do what Momma asked you to do a few minutes ago, not only will I let you come, I would let you fuck this soiled pussy…” She looked down, directing Charles’ attention to the fact that she was now stroking her mound with her hand. “…and I will tell you all about how George is a much better lover than you and how much bigger his cock is that your pathetic little nub.”

That was all it took. Charles dove directly down between her legs and instantly he was lapping up his wife’s lover’s cum as if that pussy was giving him life itself. The submission to her will had him so hard and so aroused, that as he was cleaning her cum filled cunt, he didn’t even notice he was humping the bed sheets with his raging hard-on until it was too late. He climaxed unexpectedly and his cum exploded all over those sheets, moaning into his wife’s pussy. He never even fucked his wife as she had promised. Charlotte just grinned, and pulled his face harder into her pussy until Charles had her coming as well. From that point on, Charles would become Charlotte’s willing cream pie eating cuckold husband.

****

That little tale aside, tonight was different, Abraham was the one fucking Charlotte as Charles looked on, and she still had her standards. She was not going to allow Abraham’s “nigger cum” inside her white pussy for any reason. So Charles wasn’t expecting to be getting his usual cream pie delight this evening. This didn’t lower his arousal one bit, and it didn’t keep Charlotte from using humiliation to further arouse and further impose her dominance over her husband. She wanted to give Charles his creamy delight.

Charlotte’s standards applied to her husband as well, she felt licking “nigger filth” also was below her husband. Although in her diluted mind, she figured licking his own cum from somewhere would be ok. Without his knowledge, Charlotte had arranged for Harriet, the domestic, to come up and wait outside the room until now when she was summoned into the room. Charles turned to see the young house slave approaching. He was stunned at her arrival and so humiliated. Letting the slaves see him willingly allow his wife to be fucked by one of their own was not what he wanted.

“Strip!” Charlotte commanded Harriet.

Harriet slowly disrobed until she was completely naked.

While still slowly riding Abraham’s cock, Charlotte explained to her cucky husband that the “little nigger slut” was his prize.

“Please don’t refer to her as that.” Charles whined.

“Shut up Charles! I will refer to them as I wish.” She told him, her slave owner perceptions of blacks rearing its ugly head. “I know how much you love licking momma’s pussy after her lovers have deposited their prize, so I didn’t want you to be without.”

Charles was a bit confused until Charlotte ordered Harriet to sit on her husband’s cock. Harriet did as she was told. And Charles moaned with great pleasure as the young black 19 year old slave’s cunt enveloped his sensitive cock. Charles didn’t know how to react. Should he enjoy it, would it offend his wife if he did? Should he just sit there? He felt the latter was a better idea in his wife’s presence, so he did, until his wife told him to do as he wished.

Harriet was facing Abraham and Charlotte, and Charles reached around to fondle her small young tits. They were nowhere near as big as his wife’s fabulous orbs, but Harriet’s nipples were thick and long and he loved the feel of them between his thumbs and forefingers. He pinched them roughly and Harriet squealed.

“Ow! Don’t!”

“Quiet you little slut.” Charlotte snapped. “Just do as you’re told. The two women rode their respective cocks for the next few minutes, until Charles announced his pending orgasm.

“Come inside the little bitch” Charlotte commanded.

Charles did exactly that, groaning euphorically as he looked over Harriet’s shoulder at his wife gleefully fucking Abraham’s massive pole. When his orgasm had subsided, Charlotte ordered Harriet to stand and Charles to lie on the floor. She instructed Harriet to sit on Charles face and feed him his own cum. She demanded Charles to lick his prize as well. He appreciated his wife’s efforts to help out, but eating his own cum was not nearly as erotic as eating his wife’s cum filled pussy. On the other hand, the tight black pussy of this domestic slave had a pungent, yet sweet delicious taste that would have him craving it non-stop in the days to come.

Harriet herself, really loved how this felt. Having the “Master” of the house under her as she unloaded his cum from her pussy into his mouth was exciting. She liked it so much that it caused her to come twice in less than the 10 minutes it took Charles to lick her creamy cunt clean.

When Charlotte felt Charles had had enough, she rudely dismissed Harriet and ordered Charles to his chair to watch as she soon came for the third time of the night. Deciding she had had enough black cock for the night, she just as rudely, dismissed Abraham without allowing him to come.

As always, after all the activities were done, Charlotte and Charles climbed into bed and cuddled, professing their love for each other and falling asleep in each other’s arms. Charlotte again thanked her husband, and Charles thanked her as well. It was not the typical marriage, but it definitely worked for them.

******

With the baby’s due date nearing, Charles’ mom, Abigail, decided she would come stay with Charlotte and Charles. She told her husband she wanted to help her daughter-in-law with the delivery and being a new mom. That was not the only reason she wanted to visit. She arrived about a month before the baby was due and soon became a prevalent fixture in the house. This, along with the fact that Charlotte was growing more and more uncomfortable as the date neared, meant there was little sex going on in a house that previously had an abundance of it.

These new developments had Charles completely on edge. His obsession with Harriet, which developed when his wife made him fuck her had become almost unbearable. If he would have been your typical male slave owner, he would have just taken Harriet to his study or somewhere secluded in his house and fucked her to his heart’s content. However, he was not a typical male slave owner. Harriet as well as all the slaves knew this. She added to his misery by constantly teasing him over and over.

Immediately after that fateful night, Harriet had noticed Charles staring at her many times, especially at her breasts. One time when they were alone in the dining area, he even told her how much he enjoyed playing with her large thick nipples and asked to see them again. She had pulled the neck opening to her dress down and showed him, but when he asked to suck them, she pulled up her dress and ran away like a young, embarrassed schoolgirl. He asked several more times in the following days, and every time he did, she would flash them, but denied him the pleasure of touching them. Charles had done nothing about her denials, just frowned and sulked away. This, along with what she saw the night she had spent in his room with his wife, had emboldened Harriet. She now knew that she could treat her owner like a slave himself.

One time while in the dining room serving Charlotte and Charles, Harriet actually flash him from behind Charlotte’s back. Charles nearly choked on his food. His little cock instantaneously got rock hard. After his wife finished dinner and went to the other room, Charles scolded Harriet, but only verbally, and quietly enough so no one else heard. She immediately did it again.

“You want to suck on my nipples Massa Charles?” Harriet teased, pulling her dress down to expose her pert young breasts, and leaving it there.

“Harriet, Stop this!” He scolded her, pulling her top up himself so no one would see if they came in the room. “If Charlotte finds out, she will skin us both alive.

Harriet knew he was more scared of his wife than anything, and she took control. She stepped back from him and pulled her top down again. “Come on Massa, You know you want to suck on them, don’t you?” She flicked and pinched her nipples, making them swell and stick out even more. “You didn’t get to suck on them the night you had me in front of Miss Charlotte. Don’t you want to feel them in your mouth, Sir?”

Charles did want to suck them. He wanted that so badly. He moved closer to Harriet, staring at her thick dark brown nubs.

“Come on Massa, it’s ok, you can suck them. All you have to do is say please.” Calling him Master only emphasized his humiliation. He was her owner and still he did not just take what he could if he was man enough.

Charles stared at her nipples, then weakly said, “please?”

“ok.” Harriet told him.

Charles moved toward her and opened his mouth. However, the moment he was about to lay his lips on her breast, Harriet stepped back, pulled up her top and giggled as she told him, “Nope.”

Charles was immediately furious. Who did this slave think she was? “You Bitch!” He snapped. Lunging at her to take what he wanted, like a real master would.

Harriet moved away again, “Eh, eh, eh, Massa Charles, quiet. You don’t want Miss Charlotte to hear you. How would you explain your anger?”

The mention of his domineering wife immediately put Charles on the defensive. He quickly looked toward the doorway of the dining room to make sure his wife wasn’t there, and hopefully couldn’t hear their conversation.

Harriet saw this and just turned, walking back to the kitchen. “Maybe next time, Massa Charles. Maybe next time.” Looking over her shoulder she said with a wink, “If you’re a good boy.”

This continued unchecked for quite some time, and by now, Charles was completely on edge. When his mother noticed, she made comment that he needed to have some cuck time and release with his wife. Charles explained that his wife was too uncomfortable for sex and that even if she wasn’t, Perkins wouldn’t fuck her when she was pregnant. Abigail didn’t know about all the other men Charlotte was fucking for her husband, and she definitely didn’t know about Abraham, although she did know another secret about Charlotte. She decided her son needed someone else to step up so all his pent up frustration could be released. She suggested that she could fuck Perkins while he watched. Charles cringed at the thought, but when his mother fondled his pecker through his pants and said, “It will be just like when you were younger and watched Mommy fuck Uncle Liam, baby.” Charles Instantly got hard, and quickly agreed. Abigail got Charlotte’s approval, because she would never do anything without Charlotte’s approval, and made all the plans.

The next night found Charles in his usual spot in the closet peeking through the wall as his mother serviced the slave handler. Abigail had quite easily lured him into the study. Charles watched as his mother dropped to her knees and pulled out his rather impressive cock and began teasing it to full mast.

“Mmm, very nice Mr. Perkins, much larger than my husband’s”

Perkins just smiled as she engulfed most of it with her mouth and stroked the rest with her dainty little hands.

“Mmmm, suck me!” He commanded, grabbing her head and moving his hips rapidly.

Abigail so loved playing the slut. She just delighted in every second of sucking Perkins’ girthy pole. She soon had him on edge, but made sure not to let him explode. She stood up.

“Fuck me Mr. Perkins, fuck me like you mean it!” She’d begged. Turning toward the hole Charles was peeking through, Abigail bent over a low backed chair. Holding on to both armrests, she stared right at her son as Perkins violated her lady parts. “Oh, yeah” she breathily moaned.

Charles jerked his cock manically, watching his mother get pounded from behind by the slave handler. His emotions were all tied in knots. He hated this man. He was a brute, and he didn’t deserve to fuck his wife or his mother, but the eroticism was too great to ignore and more than once he shot cum all over the inside of the closet as he watched the whole scene from start to finish. When it was over, Perkins left, Abigail got dressed and Charles returned to his room to get ready for bed. None of the participants ever spoke of the event again.

****

Charles’ and Charlotte’s son, Rory was born on a Friday. The whole plantation was a buzz especially Charles as he was proud to now have a son. Charlotte held him to her bosom and promised herself not to let him be like his father. She would have a strong, powerful son. He would be a real man, a man like the men that helped her cuck her husband. However, some things even a mother as assertive as Charlotte can’t control. Much to her chagrin, a generation later, she too would be advising Rory’s wife-to-be about the tendencies of the Hale men and teaching her how to properly cuckold her son, just like Abigail had done for her.

A few weeks went by and things were getting back to normal, except that Charlotte was not able to have sex again, yet. She wasn’t breast feeding, she wouldn’t be ruining her magnificent cans with that exercise, that’s what the wet nurse was for. However, they were still swollen from the pregnancy, even larger than before. Every man she walked by couldn’t keep his eyes off them. Her cleavage was ridiculous and she did little hide it. The one thing no one noticed was that Abigail was taken with her breasts as well. No one that is, except Charlotte. Char caught Abby staring several times. What no one knew, including Charles, was that the last time Abigail had visited, Charlotte had seduced her.

“Are you staring at my breast Abigail?” Charlotte has teased, one day when they were alone and Charlotte was holding Rory to her bosom.

“N,no!” Abby had replied, stunned she had been caught doing exactly that.

“I think you were.” Char rebutted, moving Rory to one side so she could squeeze her full breast with her free hand.

“No, Ma’am, I wasn’t.” Abby protested, falling immediately into the submissive roll she played in the two women’s relationship.

“I don’t believe you my naughty little Mommy-in Law.”

Charlotte summoned one of the slaves to take Rory to bed. Once her son was gone, Charlotte pulled the loose bodice of her house dress down exposing one of her braless breasts. The nipple was hard as she teased it with her finger.

Abby gazed longingly at the object of her desire, wanting to suck it so badly.

“You don’t want to come suck this hard nipple and make your Mistress daughter-in-law feel good?” Char tempted the horny mature woman.

“Yesssssssss, Yes I do Ma’am.” She beseeched

“OK, come here then.” Char enticed her.

Abigail moved toward her but before she was close enough to bend over and suck the stiff bullet of flesh Charlotte stopped her, and scolded her for lying about staring at her breast. Then, as a punishment, she ordered her to lick the bottoms of her dirty house slippers. Abby complied without thinking. The whole time regretting how far she had fallen to her daughter-in-law in such a short time. Stooping, she licked her slippers just for a chance to worship the spectacular body of said daughter-in-law. Oh what would her son or husband, the two men she had dominated for so long, think of her if could they see her now?

****

It all started on her last visit. Just after Abigail had helped Charlotte cuck her son. She and Char had been discussing Perkins and his sexual prowess. The talk had gotten pretty raunchy, and it was not long before the two women were quite horny. Charlotte, being the dominant women she was, soon had Abigail between her legs eating her pussy like no one’s business, even though Abigail had considered herself to be quite the dominant woman too. However, Charlotte had figured out that it was only the Hale men that Abigail truly could dominate. Deep down, Abigail was not really dominant at all. Char was quite surprised how easy it was to manipulate her sexy, mature mother-in-law. After that, Charlotte took control of the situation, and before Abigail left for home several weeks later, Char had her eating out of her hand. She and Abigail had coupled every chance they could during that last visit, and as things progressed, it was Abigail who was begging for more and doing as Charlotte demanded, just to get any morsel that her Daughter-in-law stingily doled out.

From the moment she arrived on this trip, Abby had been obsessed with being together and serving Charlotte. However, Char and her sadistic streak, had denied her over and over, telling her she would have to wait for the baby to be born, and for the doctor to tell her it was ok to resume having intercourse. There was no medical reason the two couldn’t play before that happened, or even right after the baby was born, just an excuse by Char to make Abigail wait. By the time that Abigail had stooped to lick Char’s slippers, Abby was crawling up the walls with lust. Char had allowed Abigail to have sex with Perkins before, but that was for Charles’ sake. That had been several weeks ago, and after that, Charlotte had forbidden Abigail to do it again. Dutifully, Abigail had obeyed. It was driving her crazy, but she did as the “Queen of the Plantation” demanded. If Charles had known about this, he would have never believed his mother would do such things with women, let alone be dominated by one, especially his wife.

A few days after the slipper licking incident, Char had finally relented, and Abigail was due to visit her boudoir this afternoon as Charles went to town to check on his store. What Abby didn’t know, was Charlotte had a surprise planned, a Big Black Cock surprise

When Abigail arrived in her daughter-in-law’s room, Charlotte was lounging on her bed in only her sexy undergarments. Immediately Abigail became aroused.

“Close the door.” Char commanded.

Abigail complied. Turning around, she began to approach Charlotte.

“Strip.”

Abigail hastily removed her clothes.

“Look at you, droopy fat tits, mommy hips, and that tummy roll. Why should I even let such an old hag like you touch me?” Charlotte spat her words at Abby.

This was new, Charlotte had not been so degrading in the past when they played. Abigail didn’t know what to think. She paused a moment, looking down upon her body. There really was no reason for her to be embarrassed of her body. Abigail had quite a nice body for a woman her age. Sure, gravity and the years had had its effect on her. Her breasts didn’t stand up like they used to, her tummy had a little extra, and her ass was much rounder than in her youth, but that was to be expected she thought to herself. Abby stood naked, suddenly ashamed of her body. Charlotte had developed quite a nasty streak since cucking her husband and had realized that humiliation was a good way to assert her power over her husband, so she decided to see if Abby would respond like her son. Abigail was no different than her son, and it worked like a charm. Char stood up and pulled her bra off, exposing her magnificent breasts. She squeezed her firm round breasts and teased the nipples.

“These are nice breasts, not like those saggy things you’re dragging around. No, these are fantastic breast, don’t you agree mommy-in-law?” Char teased.

“Yes.” Replied Abby

“Yes what?!” Charlotte snapped.

“Yes Miss Charlotte.” Abigail replied, knowing how Charlotte wanted to be addressed. It was the same way she demanded the slave address her.

Chuckling, Charlotte dropped her underwear, leaving her in only a very sexy corset that held in her still recovering new mom tummy. Turning around she bent over the bed and spread her legs a bit exposing her pussy and asshole.

“You want to worship this perfect ass my little mommy-in-law bitch?”

Abby nodded silently.

“Speak bitch!!” Charlotte screeched.

“Yes please, Miss Charlotte.” Abby replied meekly.

“Crawl!” Charlotte spat.

Again, Abigail complied, melting to the ground. Stopping as her hands and knees rested on the ground, she made a couple shuffles toward Char, before Charlotte commanded that she crawl on her elbows and knees. This caused Abby’s breasts to drop far enough that her nipples were now dragging across the rug that adorned the bedroom floor.

“Look at those udders…” Charlotte spat. “…dragging on the ground like a pregnant cow.”

The nipple stimulation, the sight of Charlotte’s sexy body, along with Char’s domination had Abby’s pussy juices dribbling down the insides of her thighs as she made her way to Charlotte.

When she reached Charlotte, Abby rose up and promptly began smother Char’s ass cheeks with incessant kisses. Then Charlotte reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart,

“Lick!”

Abby dove between her legs and began licking Charlotte’s juicy pussy. Instantly, Char grabbed a handful of Abby’s hair, yanking her away from wet hole. Spinning around, she slapped Abby hard across the face.

“Did I say you could lick my pussy?” Charlotte snapped.

Recoiling, Abby shrieked before starting to cry, “No Miss Charlotte.” She sniffled.

“That! is a privilege which my dirty little mommy-in-law has not earned. Now, lick my asshole like a good little bitch.” Char commanded, letting go of Abby’s hair and returning to her previous position, only this time she didn’t spread her cheeks and when Abby tried to do it with her hands, Charlotte slapped one of them and told her “No Hands”. This forced Abby to burrow between her smooth firm ass cheeks with her nose while trying to lather Char’s asshole with her tongue. This made it difficult to breathe, but Charlotte cared not one bit.

“Mmmmmm, yes my little mommy bitch, lick me good.” Char teased.

She made Abby lick her ass for quite a time before she finally flipped over and allowed her access to her perfect, sweet pussy. Abby gleefully licked and sucked and devoured Charlotte’s pussy to more than one orgasm. When she was satisfied, Char pushed her away and recovered as Abby sunk back to the ground savoring the taste of the juices that covered her face.

When Char had recovered, she invited Abby up on the bed. She kissed her passionately, tasting her own juices as their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. Charlotte’ hand began to explore Abby’s body. She molested her breast, fiddled her clit and penetrated her pussy with her fingers. Soon she had Abigail extremely aroused. Her pussy was leaking all over her legs and running onto the bed.

“I have a little surprise for my little mommy-in-law, well actually it’s a big surprise. Would you like to have it?” Charlotte asked.

Abby was so aroused; she would have agreed to just about anything.

“There is just one thing you must do to get it. Do you trust me? Will you do as I ask?”

“Yes!” Abby gasped.

“Yes what?” Charlotte demanded.

“Yes, I trust you Miss Charlotte.” Abby replied demurely

She never should have. Abigail didn’t know the sadistic streak that ran deeply within Charlotte.

“Alright then.” Charlotte said excitedly.

First Charlotte blindfolded Abigail, then bending her over the side of the bed she proceeded to tie her wrists with a soft rope to the two posts on the other side of her bed from Abby. Then, with that same kind of rope, she tied her ankles to the legs of the bed on the same side where Abby stood. This left Abby fully bent over and her ass and pussy completely exposed. The whole time this was happening, Abby’s anxiety and arousal were rising. Char proceeded to leave her like this for a time as well. This only aided in heightening these conditions. Char seemed to be shuffling around the room arranging things. Abby didn’t know what to think of all the activity, but she didn’t say a word, she just awaited Char’s attention. Then Abby heard the door open and close. She began to panic. She couldn’t let anyone see her like this.

“Miss Charlotte?” she whined.

Did she leave, or did someone come in. There was nothing but silence. She calmed a bit figuring she was alone. A few minutes later the door opened, and Abby heard someone enter. The door closed again. Then she thought she heard more than one pair of footsteps. She panicked again.

“Miss Charlotte, is that you? Is there someone with you?” Abby asked. She was in total fear of being seen like this.

Charlotte sat on the bed next to Abby’s side. Stroking her hair, Charlotte tried to soothe her, “Yes it’s just me.” Hesitating a moment before she continued, “And your surprise.”

“But, but,” Abby struggled to find words.

Char stroked her hair a bit more, then ran her hand down Abby’s back, continuing down the crack of her ass, before sliding a couple fingers between the lips of her fevered pussy. Charlotte spoke in a calming voice, “Come now my little naughty mommy-in-law, I thought you trusted me.”

“I, I, I do.” Abby retorted, not wanting to upset Charlotte, and possibly keeping Abby from being allowed to enjoy Char’s company in the future. “But, I can’t, I can’t have anyone seeing me like this, like this with you.”

“Oh don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. Your surprise has been sworn to secrecy. Now just relax and let Miss Charlotte take care of you.” She was now rhythmically probing Abby’s steamy cunt, and Abby was quickly losing all resistance.

Once Char had Abigail moaning and panting with lust she pulled her fingers from her hole, “Now relax and enjoy your surprise my little cunt licker.”

Charlotte pointed Abraham behind Abby and nodded. Abraham lined up his fully erect cock with Abby’s gushing hole and slowly, but forcefully slid it into Abby, causing her to grunt and moan with a combination of pleasure and pain as her pussy was stretched as it had never been before. When Abigail was completely impaled with his monster cock, Abraham left it there, not moving. Char leaned over and whispered into Abby’s ear.

“Isn’t it magnificent Abigail, the way if fills you and stretches you?”

“Yes.” Groaned Abby. She had no idea whose cock was in her. It couldn’t be Perkins’ cock. It was good sized, but it didn’t stretch her like this. Who was Miss Charlotte letting fuck her?

Charlotte instructed Abraham to pull all the way out. Abigail whimpered as it popped out of her.

“You want to feel it again?” Charlotte asked.

“Yessssssssss.” Was all Abby could muster. The emptiness after being so full was chilling. She wanted to be full again.

Abraham filled her with his pole once more. Abby threw her head back and squealed, “Oh my Gaaaaaaaawwwwwwwdddddddd!”

He pulled it out.

“You want to feel it again?” Char whispered.

“Yes, please yessssssss!” Abby begged.

Abraham drove it in a bit harder this time and pulled it back out,

“Nooooooooo!” Abby pleaded. “Don’t pull out, put it back in, pleeeeeeeeease.” She had no idea who was fucking her, but she had fucked men other than her husband, and her husband knew. She didn’t care at the moment who it was, she just wanted him to continue. She didn’t think she cared, but then she never expected it was a slave.

Abraham drove it back in and this time he began a smooth but forceful rhythm as he fucked the mature white woman. He fucked her hard and fucked her long, as Abby just moaned and asked for more. This went on until Abby began to feel the building of her first orgasm in quite a while.

“More, more, more.” She cried. “I’m going to come!”

A few moments later, as Abraham relentlessly pounded her pussy, Abby screamed with pleasure announcing her climax. Charlotte hadn’t moved from the bed, and as Abby’s wave of ecstasy crashed through her body, Charlotte pulled the blindfold from Abigail’s eyes. Abby’s eyes focused and she found herself staring into a full-length standing mirror that Charlotte had moved in front of her. Her orgasm was consuming her, and it took a moment, but eventually she notice the black man behind her. His hands were holding her hips and he roughly fucking her as he grunted with pleasure.

“NO!” Abby shouted, realizing this was a black man that was fucking her. However, her orgasm was still running through her and as much as she knew this was soooooooo wrong, the feel of this man’s magnificent cock filling her pussy was too great to resist. Besides, being tied as she was, she was in no position to fight it anyways. She just buried her face in the bed linens and thrust herself back onto that cock in rhythm with Abraham’s thrusts.

“Isn’t it complete bliss my little mommy slut? Don’t you just want it to never stop?” Charlotte again whispered into Abigail’s ear.

“Yes, yes, yesssssssssss!!!!!” Abby wailed, “More, More, More, Give me mooooooooooorrrrrreeee!”

Still whispering, Char said, “Charles loves to watch Abraham pleasure me.” He loves it sooo much. He wanks his little pecker furiously, every time he sees it. Should we let your son see this dirty nigger soil his mother too?”

“No, please Miss Charlotte, noooooo.” She begged.

“But even you said he loved watching his uncle fuck you oh so many years ago, what’s the difference, even if it’s the same nigger that fucks his wife to oblivion?” Char uttered in her still hushed voice.

“No, Miss Charlotte, pleeeeease, noooooo. It’s too much, we can’t let him see me like this.” She begged.

“We’ll talk about it later.” Charlotte told her as she got up and instructed Abraham to finish.

“Fill her cunt with your nigger seed.” Charlotte commanded Abraham. This would be just another way to dominate and degrade Abby. She figured she was probably too old to have a child anyway.

“NO, please no Miss Charlotte don’t let him do that, pleeeeeease.”

However, it was too late. Abraham grunted like an animal and a torrent of cum filled Abby’s pussy. It filled her insides like nothing had ever before, and Abby found that it was very erotic. When he was finally done, Abraham pulled out and Charlotte dismissed him. His cum flooded from Abby’s used up hole and she cried tears of pleasure and shame. Silently Charlotte untied her submissive Mother-in-law, helped her up on to the bed and let her nap to recover from the best fucking she had ever experienced.

Sometime later, Abby woke from her nap, Charlotte ordered Harriet to prepare a bath for Abby, bathe her and help her dress for the evening. Abby relished the pampering, but the whole time Harriet was washing her, she was riddled with shame. This shame would slowly fade over the next days. The memories of the amazing fuck Abraham gave her flooded her brain and aroused her womanhood, causing a constant state of desire for the big house slave that nothing could quell. Charlotte would use this lust to turn Abby into a bigger, black cock slut than even she was.

****

Abby’s visit to be around for the birth of her first grandchild and help with transition to motherhood for Charlotte was originally supposed to be about a month, but the baby was a few weeks late, and then the “transition to motherhood” for Charlotte became a “transition to BBC sluthood” for Abigail. A month became two and then three.

William, her husband was becoming curious as to what was keeping her at Cottonwood so long. The letters they had sent each other found Abby being very vague, just saying that Charlotte was still in need of her help. The Hale farm, even as small as it was, was becoming too much work for William on his own. He, with the help of his farm hands could handle the field work, but the household duties were not being taken care of as they should. Finally, William decided he would travel south to Cottonwood and see what was so difficult for Charlotte. He would be able to meet his grandson and get his wife to come home. She couldn’t deny his request if he came there in person, could she?

The day William arrived unannounced was a day that had started with Abigail on her knees servicing Edward, one of the house slaves until he blew a big thick load of cum down her throat, before waking up her Mistress, Charlotte, with her tongue between her legs. Abby was the talk of the slave quarters. The field slaves heard many stories of Massa Charles mom, the old white slut, being a total whore to all the male domestics, and even a couple of the females. The field slaves were jealous and wished they could experience the same pleasures, but they all knew, that was really not an option, as Miss Abigail never ventured too far away from the house.

Charlotte was quite miffed with the crass northerner arriving at her home without advanced notice. The nerve of him to have such manners. She of course didn’t let on that she had such feelings, and greeted him with love and affection, as anyone in the south would do for family. However, in the back of her mind, she would find a way to make him pay for being so rude and fucking up the flow of her control of the house.

Abigail was not particularly happy to see her husband either. His presence would mean the end of her ability to satisfy her hunger for black cock as she wanted, and most likely meant he would not go home without her. What was a black cock slut to do?

*****

Before William had arrived, all this sexual activity between his wife and his mother, and of course all the domestic slaves, was going on in the house, right under Charles nose, and he was completely oblivious to it. Why was he so blind to it? He had his own obsession. Ever since he got to fuck Harriet, he wanted nothing more than to get his little penis back inside her young black pussy. Harriet only added to this obsession with her relentless teasing. She would get Charles all wound up by flashing him her young firm breasts, or her perfect round ass, but even when he would beg, she would deny him. Charles was conflicted, the denials were very arousing, but he would get so frustrated. One time, he finally just grabbed Harriet and told her he was going to fuck her, only to have Harriet threaten to tell Charlotte. He wanted her very badly but Harriet and Charles, as well as everyone on the plantation, knew Charlotte was the one in charge. His fear of Char’s retribution would cause him to back down once again. Meanwhile, Charles was having to watch his wife take Abraham’s black cock over and over. Charlotte had suddenly begun to deny him any access to her pussy as well, and she seemed to be helping him come less often than before. It was very confusing, as well as completely frustrating.