Secret White Lover
By Porsha Jackson
Copyright 2014 Porsha Jackson
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Table of Contents
Author’s Note
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
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Author’s Note
The author would like to point out that all the characters in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older. All sexual acts depicted in this book are totally consensual. It is not the author’s intention to offend any reader. All the characters in this book are fictitious and any similarity to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidence.
It is my sincere hope that you enjoy this e-book. Get snuggled up with your favourite girl, boy or toy and read on…
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Chapter 1
Getting By
The water in the pot came to a boil. I opened up the package of noodles and poured them into the boiling water.
The sauce had simultaneously reached a boil, and it was time for me to put in the broccoli. I grabbed the cutting board where I had already chopped the entire broccoli and, using the flat edge of the knife, I slid the contents of the board into the sauce.
I looked back into the living room. My four-year-old daughter, Kimberly, had gotten up from her seat at the living room table where she’d been drawing Christmas cards and was now drawing on the walls.
“Honey!” I yelled as I placed the wooden stirring spoon on the counter. “Stop that!”
Kimberly continued to colour on the walls with her crayons. She hummed a Christmas tune while she did so.
“Kimberly! Stop that.” I ran over to her and picked her up and pulled her away from the wall. “What are you doing? You know you can’t do that.”
She had written her name with green and red crayons in giant letters next to the fireplace. “I didn’t do it, Mommy,” Kimberly said, looking up at me with her big soft eyes.
I sighed.
“Just, keep making cards,” I told her, guiding her back to her seat.
Suddenly, through the baby monitor on the table, I heard loud crying. “I just put him to sleep!” I said to myself, nearly defeated.
“The baby’s crying, Mommy,” Kimberly told me.
“I know, sweet. Just sit here for a minute, please?” I asked nicely.
“Okay,” she said, innocently.
I ran up the stairs to the baby’s room. Samuel, my eleven-month-old baby was crying in his crib. I rushed over to him.
“Don’t cry, Samuel,” I said softly. “It’s okay, Mommy’s here,” Samuel looked up at me and reached his little hands up towards me. “Are you hungry?” I asked.
He continued to cry. I brought him over to the changing table, where I had a small fridge with bottles in it. I pulled one out, gave it a shake and placed it in his mouth. He immediately quit crying and began to suck.
“Mom!” Kimberly yelled from downstairs.
I sighed deeply. “Mom, the dinner is making a mess!” she yelled again.
Pants!
I’d forgotten to turn down the sauce. I took Samuel and headed back downstairs with
Haste.
I made my way down the stairs. Kimberly was standing at the wall again, crayons in hand. She had drawn a colourful self-portrait of herself on the wall.
“Kimberly!” I yelled.
“I didn’t do it, Mommy,” she said. I looked over to the kitchen and the sauce was boiling over and smoke was rising up from the burner towards the smoke alarm. It was only a matter of time before the smoke—
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The smoke alarm began to beep. Samuel dropped the bottle of milk and started crying.
“Mommy, the dinner!” Kimberly said to me, now colouring directly on the dining room table.
I sighed, overwhelmed.
* * *
After dinner, I managed to get Samuel back to sleep after an hour of rocking him.
Kimberly fell asleep on the couch watching some annoying animated movie on the television. Quietly, I snuck upstairs and placed Samuel into his crib. I pulled his small blanket over his small body and kissed him on the forehead, then headed downstairs to take Kimberly to bed.
I picked her up softly and quietly then brought her up the stairs to her bedroom. I placed her in her bed and then tucked her in tight. Her eyes gently opened and looked up at me.
“Mommy?” she asked me.
“Yes, darling?” I replied.
“Why did daddy have to die?” she asked me.
I looked her in her sweet, innocent eyes.
“I don’t know, baby,” I told her. “Life has a very specific plan for us all, and that was part of Daddy’s.”
“What was he like?” she asked me.
I smiled.
“He was very handsome... And he was tall. He had your eyes, and your brother’s hair,” I told her. “And he was a little hellion, just like you.”
“What does that mean?” she asked.
I laughed and stared her in the eyes.
“Go to sleep, love,” I said.
“I love you,” she said, closing her eyes.
“I love you too,” I stood up and left her bedroom. I looked back at Kimberly. I turned off the light and closed the door part way, leaving it a crack open.
I went to the kitchen. I looked into my reflection in the window in front of me.
I took a sponge and started scrubbing the amateur art off of the wall.
I scrubbed harder and harder, and then I broke down and cried.
Chapter 2
Last Minute Shopping
It was exactly one week before Christmas and I hadn’t bought a single gift. It was my only day off of work before Christmas but the day-care was closed. I packed my bag full of snacks and diapers, strapped Samuel into his car seat and buckled Kimberly in tightly in the back seat. I was about to face the mall with both my children. I knew I was in for one hell of a shit day.
I made sure to wear my biggest pair of sunglasses and a dark veil around my head, just in case shit hit the fan, so that I could at least try and hide my shame. Sadly, there weren’t many other black families in the town; so hiding wasn’t the simplest task. I took a deep breath and started my journey.
There was over a foot of snow on the roads and my little car struggled to get going.
“C’mon.” I said under my breath to the car.
“Why aren’t we going?” Kimberly asked.
“Because the snow is so deep,” I replied. “It’s going to take a minute to get out of the driveway.” I pushed on the gas pedal and the car jolted forward a little bit. I released the pedal and the car rolled back. As the tires of car hit the car hit the lip of snow, I gunned it again and used the rolling momentum to push myself over the initial snow lip and begin to move.
“Are we going to die?” Kimberly asked me.
“We’re not going to die, honey,” I replied. I turned onto the road and began slowly driving through the thick snow. It took us almost an hour to make it from our little suburb to the big city mall.
I was fortunate enough that Samuel hadn’t started crying, but I wasn’t so fortunate to hear “Are we there yet?” the entirety of the hour-long drive.
We pulled into the mall parking
lot and found a spot on the far end of the parking lot. I took Samuel out from the car seat and placed him in his stroller. I threw my giant heavy purse over my shoulder and began walking towards the mall.
Once we reached the other end of the parking lot, a young, short businessman emerged from the mall and got into his expensive car, which was parked the in ‘family’ spot. He took off, by himself. I couldn’t help but feel the underlying urge to rip his throat out from his mouth.
We walked into the busy mall.
“I have to go pee,” Kimberly said to me.
“Now?” I replied, in shock. “Why didn’t you go at home?”
“I didn’t have to go then,” she said. “I have to go now.”
I sighed. “Okay, let’s find a bathroom.” Yet another set back in the day from hell. We made our way through the masses of people, following the seemingly hidden bathroom signs through what felt like the entire mall. When we finally made it, the line for the family bathroom already had ten people waiting in it.
“Mom, I have to pee!” Kimberly said.
“I know, honey. We have to wait in the line.” I said.
“I’m going to pee my pants,” she said.
“Please don’t,” I replied. I walked up to the front of the line, pushing Samuelin the stroller. There was a larger man in the front of the line.
“Excuse me, sir. My daughter is about to pee her pants. Could we sneak ahead of you, please?” I asked genuinely politely.
“You can wait in line like the rest of us,” he said without even looking at me.
“Okay, thank you,” I replied. I looked around for a solution then down at Kimberlywho had her knees pressed together. She squirmed, barely holding in her bladder.
“Okay, come this way,” I said to her. I took Kimberly and Samuel into the women’s bathroom, which was full of people. There was a group of women waiting to get into a stall, and about one dozen occupied stalls. I pushed Samuel around women who were trying to leave.
“Excuse me, you know there’s a family bathroom, right?” a woman said to me.
“I know, thank you,” I said.
“Mom! I’m going to pee my pants!” Kimberly said.
I panned from left to right. A woman emerged from a stall and I quickly pushed Samuelwith one hand and pulled Kimberly with the other into the stall.
“Hey!” someone yelled who had been waiting.
I squeezed Samuel into the stall and squished Kimberly in with us.
“Go pee,” I said.
“But there’s poop in the toilet!” she said to me.
I looked down. There was in fact poop in the toilet. I reached for the handle and flushed it. “Okay, now there’s no poop. Go pee,” I said.
“But there was poop,” she enforced.
“There was poop in every toilet ever, honey,” I said.
“But there was just poop in this one.”
I sighed and stared at her. I leaned down, pulled her pants down and lifted her onto the toilet seat.
“Mom!” she yelled.
“Just go pee,” I said.
“I don’t want to pee on the poop!” she said.
“There’s no poop!” I said, sternly.
She made a large frown at me as she sat upon the toilet. Then, she started peeing. Thank God. Once all our bathroom business was said and done, I could finally focus on the task at hand.
We left the bathroom and I pulled out a list I had made with all the gifts I needed to buy.
“I want to play in the Winter Wonderland!” Kimberly said to me.
“Kimberly, please. I just need to get this...” I looked towards where Kimberlywas pointing. There was a giant play place set up. There was a sign that read ‘Winter Wonderland: Let Us Play While You Shop!’ Oh, sweet, merciful Jesus. This was the answer to all my prayers.
“Sure, hun,” I said as I smiled and began walking towards the temporary day-care.
“Hello,” a greeter dressed as an elf said to me.
“Hello. Can I leave my daughter here for forty-five minutes or so?” I asked.
“Sure thing,” se said.
“It’s fifteen dollars for every half an hour, so you’d be paying for a full hour.”
I looked down at Kimberly. “Kimberly, are you okay here for forty-five minutes?” I asked.
“Yes!” she said excitedly.
“You’ll take care of her?” I asked.
“We put a bracelet with your phone number on her in case we need to reach you,” the elf said to me. “Keep your phone handy and make sure its not on silent.”
“Oh, perfect,” I replied as I reached into my purse.
I handed the elf thirty dollars. He handed me a paper bracelet and a pen so I could write my phone number down.
“You guys are lifesavers,” I said.
“If you stick around for the whole hour, you can take your daughter to see Santa Claus,” the elf said. “He’ll be here at three.”
“Oh, no. That’s okay. Thank you though,” I said.
“Can we see Santa Claus, please Mommy?” Kimberly said to me.
“We have to be home by three thirty, darling,” I replied.
“Another time, sweetheart,” The elf said to my daughter.
“I can’t thank you enough,” I said to the elf. “See you in forty five minutes, Kimberly.”
Kimberlyran into the wonderfully decorated play place with all of the other little children, leaving me with Samuel and my to-do list of presents. I turned towards the giant mall and began my quest.
Samuel remained peacefully quiet as I made my way from shop to shop, knocking item after item off of my list. I seemed to be on a sort of lucky streak that day, as I managed to beat all the lines at every store and I seemed to be one step ahead of the crowds around every corner.
I didn’t have to stop once to feed to change Samuel, which I had planned on having to do numerous times.
After a mere thirty minutes, I had crossed off every gift on my list. On top of that, I came in slightly under my budget, even accounting for the thirty dollars lost to the Winter Wonderland day-care. I looked down at Samuel.
“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” I said to him, smiling.
He looked up at me and seemed to smile back. It was the final affirmation that I had done well. I began to make my way back towards the day-care, window-shopping on my way.
I suddenly stopped at a cute lingerie store that was a little outlet of a much larger clothing store. There was a little adorable red number hanging in the window, that would be a perfect fit for my black body. It was the exact kind of thing my husband would have gotten me for Christmas. I stared at it for a moment, and then decided to go into the store. It had been a long time since I’d put on anything that sexy.
Chapter 3
Nicholas
I walked into the store with Samuel and slowly made my way towards the display near the window. I admired all the different silk and lace garments on the various racks. I couldn’t help but smile at the idea of me wearing some of the scandalously revealing outfits they had on display. Maybe back when I was nineteen, but not these days.
Then I stopped at the red number I’d admired from outside. The torso was made of silk and it had white lace arms. It flared out into a cute little skirt at the bottom, which would have just barely covered my pussy. I pulled it off of the rack and held it in my hands. It was extremely soft. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even felt silk. I spun it around. The back of the outfit was strung with white laces, which you had to tie up.
I looked around the store. There was a dressing room between the lingerie outlet and its larger parent store.
‘What the hell,’ I thought to myself.
I walked over with Samuel to the changing rooms. The store was relatively empty, so I didn’t feel any sort of anxiety around being judged for being the ‘mom trying on sexy underwear’. I rolled Samuel into the changing room area.
The area was large and had empty stalls all around it. T
here were mirrors on every stall door, as well as on a pillar, which sat in the center of the space. I rolled Samuel across to one of the stalls and parked him just in front of the stall door.
“Mommy will be one second,” I said to him.
I opened the door and entered the room. I closed the door. I looked down and made sure I could see the stroller, just in case some wacko was snatching up babies that day.
I unzipped my mom jeans and pulled them down past my ankles. There were many days I had shaved my legs in the past two years where I spent the whole day wondering what the point of having shaved my legs was. Today was not one of those days. I pulled my thick sweater up and over my head then reached around my back and began undoing my bra.
I pulled it off and let my large black tits hang loose. I turned to the mirror that was on the back of the stall door. I took a deep breath in and stood up straight. I didn’t think I looked half bad for a mother of two children.
I picked up the spicy red underwear and I leaned forward. I stepped gently into it and pulled it up my black body. It was a tight fit, and it might have been a little bit too tight around my big boobs, as the edges of my tits spilled out the sides of the outfit’s cups. I straightened it out around the bottom and took a step back, as I did up the back laces, blindly. I looked up into the mirror.
I was sexy. A big goofy smile crossed my face and I tried to fight it back by biting my lip. I did a little spin while watching myself in the mirror. The cute little skirt lifted and you could see the curve of my black bum protruding through my white cotton panties, which I had left on. Seeing myself so sexy made my day.
It made my whole Christmas.
I reached around back and began to untie the outfit. The big goofy smile wouldn’t leave my face the entire time I slipped my other clothes back on, picked up my presents and opened the door to leave.
That’s when I saw him...
Standing about twenty feet away and facing away from me was the mall’s Santa Claus. Except, this was no ordinary Santa Claus. He was only wearing his suspenders and boots, and he had his coat hanging on a hook next to him. He was extremely cut and his muscles were enormous. There were deep, hard curves in his back as his thick muscles rippled across his whole white body. His arms were like thick tree trunks. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. He pulled a white button-up shirt over himself and then began to button it up, starting from the bottom.
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