My Life Behind Paul's Back Chapter One - Sex Stories

My Life Behind Paul's Back Chapter One

... were soaking wet and clung to their bodies like a second skin. I went back to the kitchen after mom led the black, muscular, teenage hoodlums downstairs that day. I was in the kitchen when hours later she came upstairs. I think I surprised her because when the door opened between the hallway and kitchen I said. “Hi mom, you were downstairs with those black guys a long time. What were you doing?” “I believe I have told you before, I take the badness out of those angry black boys.” Mom answered me after she stepped back. “They had a lot of badness today. I led them out the back door and fell into a big mud puddle before I came back in. I must look a mess with all this mud on me.” I had to admit to myself she did look a mess but I didn’t want to tell her she looked a mess. “You look fine mom.” I answered. I didn’t say anything but wondered about the white mud. I never thought there was white mud before. Mom’s hair was dripping with the thick white mud. The mud was all over her face dripping from her nose, cheeks and chin. Her house coat was plastered with the thick white mud. I guessed when she had fallen her housecoat must have opened complete. She had gone downstairs with half her breasts out of out and now her entire breasts were swinging freely and dripping with the thick white mud. “Thanks Barbie but I do know I look a mess.” She answered and just as she was closed the door between the kitchen and the back hall I heard a loud knock at the back door. “Don’t tell me there ...

... are more black hoodlums that need you take the badness out of them mom. You can’t go to the door looking like that.” I said. “I am afraid so Barbie. Your dad’s place is in the church to preach over all the white, men, women and black women. My place is to preach to the black, muscular, teenage hoodlums Barbie. I have to take the badness from them. They will just have to see past the muddy mess.” Mom answered. “You can’t go like that mom, your housecoat is dripping with mud.” I said. “Your right Barbie. I might as well take the robe off and go down so they don’t see the muddy bathrobe. Thanks for pointing it out to me.” Mom said opening her muddy housecoat completely. I was shocked when she opened her housecoat, pushing it off her shoulders at the same time and saw she was nude. She didn’t have a bra on or even panties, she was nude. Then the back door opened and in walked at least two dozen bare chested, muscular, teenage black hoodlums. “Holly shit.” The first teenage black boy said. He had to be at least six-four. “My goodness Tony, I see I will have to give you boys a good sermon tonight and take that badness out of you all. It sounds like you have a lot of pent up anger inside you again. See what I have to get out of these hoodlums Barbie. The black, muscular hoodlums are the worse for their anger and I have to work extra hard to relieve them of all that anger.” Mom said she pushed back her shoulders and her housecoat fell to the floor. “Fuck bitch, your dripping wet.” The ...