Cuckold Confession - "Kids, Your Mom is a 'Hoe!"

Thanks for coming by, kids. I know you’ve all gone out of your busy lives and schedule for this get togetherness. No, it’s not something terrible or diabolical that’s happened to us, but this is something I’ve been saving up in my heart for the longest time. It’s something I never thought the day would come when I have to say it, but time is of the essence, and one day, neither of us will be here like this anymore, so it’s only appropriate that I summoned the four of you over to make this happen. This is going to be a one-time truth-telling moment. I know you’re all likely to have loads of questions when I’m done, so please bear with me.

Your mom isn’t here for a particular reason—she left earlier to get her hair done and won’t be home for a while. Which is good because that gives us enough time for you to hear what I have to say. And yes, it does concern her, but it includes me, too. And no, your mom and I aren’t getting a divorce. Far from it, we still love each other more than ever, especially now that you’re all adults and have your own kids and living your own separate lives. The last thing I want you all to be worried about is how we’re faring.

All right, I think I’ve meandered far too much already. Okay, okay, I’m going to get to the point. Uhhh . . . I have to let you guys know something that’s been going on between us for years. This has been occurring way back when you all were kids; before either of you were born. Maybe either one of you might have caught wind of something but never knew how to put things together. I’m going to lay the facts straight.

Mom preferred sex with black men, and I agreed with her.

When your mom and I first hooked up, we were swingers. I know you all know what that word means, and if you don’t, then let me explain: your mom and I used to visit places where we’d meet people who enjoyed having sex with each other’s partner—sharing wives and whatnot. It was at one of such events we met and started dating. We really liked each other, though it took a while but then we figured we could make things work regardless of the lifestyle we lived.

When we got married we kinda stopped being swingers for a while. I mean things slowed up and we sort of went cold turkey for a long time as we were then raising a family and having you kids. But years went by and we started to individually grow bored. We didn’t realise it initially, and it wasn’t until years later, after your mom had birthed you all that she admitted her feelings to me. I expressed something similar. We began looking for means of how to resolve things.

That was when we discovered the lifestyle known as cuckoldry, or in better terms, being a cuckold.

Basically it meant that I would allow your mom to hook up with male strangers and have them fuck her, after which I’d then get to fuck her and cum over her tits or her large butt, or even down her throat. Mom preferred sex with black men, and I agreed with her. Yes, I know that sounds disgusting but bear with me here, kids. Besides, you’re all adults, so I know you can handle what I’m saying.

The lifestyle did us a lot of good. Your mom loves being a whore—or as her black lovers like to say:‘hoe!—She loves to fuck other men besides me, and as time went by, I began preferring to simply watch her have sex with other men than have my way with her afterwards. She loved getting gangbanged—screwed by multiple men—as she equally enjoyed handling one night after night. Always I would urge the men to fuck her harder—the harder they fucked her, the more she screamed and came harder, the more I happily jerked off from watching. Some nights the men wouldn’t wear condoms and I would plead for them to go ahead and breed her.

You kids have a step-brother. He’s been spending time with his dad, who’s actually your mom’s lover—her Black Master who emigrated from Nigeria named Olu Shango.

Yes, kids. I’m sorry if that sounds a bit shocking, but I’m telling the truth here. I wanted those men to fuck your mom and if possibly get her pregnant. Not to say I was crazy or something, but the thought of having a baby from one of her frequent lovers always excited me; it excited your mom too. If you think I’m lying, you can ask her when she returns home.

Your mom did get pregnant. Yes, she did—you kids have a step-brother. His name’s Henry, and he’s a decade younger than you kids. He’ll be arriving here in several days. He’s been spending time with his dad, who’s actually your mom’s lover—her Black Master who emigrated from Nigeria named Olu Shango.

You kids haven’t no idea about this, hence why I decided now to reveal this truth to you. At least I see I have your full attention.

It wasn’t enough for me to find successive men to come and have fun with your mom. After a while, they began declining our offer. Most of them were either married or too busy with work, or they lived far away and couldn’t always make the trip over. What your mom and I desired was a long-term lover. Someone who’d spend as much time in bed with her as he would fucking her; someone to help her with enhancing her whore nature.

That was when we stumbled upon Black Master Shango.

They usually fucked during late hours of the night after you kids were sleep, or they would wait until you all left for school, then they’d have the house to themselves.

You kids might remember him—you all were kids when he began coming by the house; you all thought he was a friend of ours since he was black. He was a friend, for sure, but more than a friend. He became your wife’s permanent lover, and over time, he disciplined us to become submissive and subservient towards him. He came whenever he pleased, stayed however he wanted, and I often assisted him with money and helped him to secure a work visa permit so he could have a job working here in America. He is from Nigeria, born and raised, but he assimilated perfectly well here. He did get married, but he still would sneak over to fuck your mom and make her beg and moan for his cock.

As for me, well, Master Shango often insists that I stick around to watch. Whenever he’s done fucking your mom, he would gesture at me to lick his cum out of your mom’s pussy and asshole. I would suck and clean his cock too, and even beg him to fuck your mom some more.

They usually fucked during late hours of the night after you kids were sleep, or they would wait until you all left for school, then they’d have the house to themselves. They fucked in just about every room in the house; I’m surprised the neighbours never found out from the amount of hollering your mom gave whenever she climaxed. Sometimes they would check into a hotel for the weekend, back when you thought your mom was traveling home to be with her parents, and they would fuck from Fridays to Sundays when they’d return home and act like nothing happened.

Anyway, that’s what I wanted to share with you kids. I can see the stunned look in your faces. I can even guess what you’re both thinking, but it doesn’t matter. This is how your mom and I have lived our lives, and we’ve always loved it just as we loved you all.

Anyway, thanks for listening. Master Shango will be coming by later this evening. You all can stick around and help me clean up the house if you want. I know he’d like that.

I also made plenty of video recordings of your mom in action if any of you would like to see. Since I’m revealing things here, there’s no need for secrets. Who knows, maybe one of you would like what we do and possibly introduce it to your spouses. That would certainly bond us together better, don’t you all agree?