Lex and Astrid

Hey, my name is Lex and this is my crazy story. Where does it begin? Probably from the moment when an American-Swedish family, who couldn't have children, adopted a little nigger, that is me, and settled in a big family house near New York. The neighborhood was prosperous, well, meaning there was no shooting and no niggers. I grew up among white kids and acted white. Well, until the time when I could go to the Apple on my own and hang out with the brothers.

My dad Tom was a boss at some company and he made decent money. He had a typical Swedish appearance, meaning tall and muscular blond. Mom Astrid was the same typical Swedish housewife. Have you

seen absolute Swedish women? I mean tall, slender with huge bumpers, a thin waist, and a bumper that's just right, blue-eyed blonde. A small scarlet mouth, a cute little upturned nose, and adorable ears. Well, for me, she was my mom, and I constantly had to beat up those little white bastards who called her a hot piece.

When I turned 16, I was already rolling with the black brothers full-time. They sometimes came to our neighborhood and waited for me by the house in the car. One day, while they were waiting for me, mom came out to take out the trash. They all saw her and later said they'd never seen a more beautiful white bitch. Of course, I beat up a couple of cheeky niggers, but still, something changed in me. I wasn't a virgin, but I started jerking off often thinking about Astrid. Started stealing her underwear and sticking my dick in it while jerking off. And of course, the day came when she came home early, walked into the bathroom, and saw her panties wrapped around my dick. Girls usually freeze up when they see my 9 inches (23 cm), and Astrid was no exception. She stood in the doorway, mesmerized, staring at my dick. When she came to her senses, she asked sternly, looking me in the eyes:

— What are you doing, Lex? Aren't those my panties?

— Sorry, mom, I don't know what came over me, probably stress from school.

— Okay, let's forget about this and you won't do it again.

— Okay, mommy, I'll try not to let it happen again—But I noticed her voice trembled for the first time when talking to me. I took note of that and decided to see what would happen next.

kept pretending to play, but I could see she was just pressing one button.

— That's not fair, mom—I grinned and tried to take her joystick.

— Decided to be a coffee table as an apology?

— Well, if you're accepting apologies in this form...—she lifted her butt and lowered her body—well, is it comfortable?

— Just like IKEA, if only there was a foot massage vibration mode—my voice trembled a bit from excitement.

— Okay, I'm a transformer table, I can do this too—she started wiggling her butt, massaging my legs.

— Okay mom, that was very pleasant—I was barely holding back, but I know how to endure.

We sat and played for about another hour, until the conversation turned to dancing. Mom said she liked how young people dance, but she herself only dances the waltz because she doesn't know anything else. I said it's easy to learn to dance normally for a girl and offered mom a couple of lessons. She agreed and we went from my room to the hall. Our hall was large, with Persian carpets and various statues on the ceiling. It was on the first floor right near the entrance, which was an oak door. I turned on the music and we stood in the middle of the hall:

— So, mom, now start moving your hips like that singer, remember, Beyoncé?

— Like this?—she began moving her hips left-right uncertainly.

— Yes, just faster and more rounded, move your ass, mom.

— Uhhhh...is this okay?—she was really shaking her ass, as if she was twerking. Her firm butt bounced up and down, giving me a boner.

— And now add the upper body—I suggested.

— LLLike this?—She moved her shoulders and her breasts bounced from side to side.

— Turn towards me, squat down, and first lift your butt, then straighten your body.

— Like this?—mom did what I told her and my gaze was met with her spread ass.

— Yes, just keep shaking your butt the whole time while moving.

Mom moved like a slut in a club and she seemed to like it. She writhed, shook her melons, and sighed languidly.

— Totally cool, mom. Now a paired dance.

I walked up to her and started moving my body like on a dance floor. She did the same thing I told her. Then I moved closer to her and started rubbing my dick against her butt while dancing. I hugged her waist from behind and pressed my whole body against her. I rubbed my face against the back of her head and just repeated, breathing heavily:

— Like this, like this, like this, yes, awesome.

After dancing while hugging, I let mom go and lightly slapped her thigh. She leaned forward, shaking her bumpers, and her butt pressed against my balls. I held her by the hips and tried to move to the rhythm of the song. Then she turned to face me and pressed her whole body against me. We moved our bodies to the rhythm, lightly stroking each other. We looked into each other's eyes and were silent. I started examining her face—big blue eyes, slightly parted bright red lips, long golden hair tied in a ponytail, and an upturned nose. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and kissed her on the lips. I looked at her reaction.

She closed her eyes and didn't move. Then I kissed her again, but this time with tongue. She responded to the kiss by sucking on my tongue. She sucked my tongue like water through a straw. I started groping her firm butt. Then I put my hands in her pants and was kneading her buns directly. She reached into my shorts and started jerking my dick. I also started playing with her bush. She began moaning and squeezing my balls. I felt the cum coming, took off my shorts, and pulled Astrid to her knees. She looked at me uncomprehendingly. Then I opened her mouth by pulling her chin, pulled out her tongue, and started cumming on her face. Her whole face was covered in my cum, and only her blue eyes burned amidst this white cream. I moved my dick across her face and wiped it on her hair.

— God! I'm all cummed on like a cheap whore.—mom was wiping the cum off her face. My fucking cum. I just came all over my mom, like a regular white slut, and I liked it more than all the bitches I've fucked.

— Get used to it, I always cum on my sluts like that.—I stroked her hair and lightly slapped her cheek.

Mom looked at me strangely and went to the bathroom.