FOXY MOMMA

Not too long ago, my husband and I were doing some 
volunteer work at our church helping with hurricane 
evacuees. We were getting ready to leave after a long 
day when a young black couple with a young baby came in 
needing a place to stay. 

Our shelter was overfull at the church so I looked at 
my husband and asked if he thought it would be OK to 
invite them to our home as we had an empty guest room. 
He nodded in agreement and I asked the couple if they 
would like to be our guest. I could see they were tired 
and hungry as they both replied that they would and 
thanked us very much. 

They were a young couple. Sammy, the handsome husband 
was 21 years of age and his lovely wife, Angie was 19 
and they had a two-month-old baby. They got into their 
old car and followed us home. I was thinking how damn 
black they were. I really loved to see very black 
people.

Upon arrival at our house, I busied myself with getting 
supper ready as my husband helped them move into our 
home. After they showered, we sat down to my husband's 
favorite meal of corn bread, red beans, and fried ham. 
They both complimented me on the meal and one could 
tell it had been awhile since they had eaten. 

After the meal, Angie took the baby in the bedroom and 
to nurse him. My husband told Sammy to make themselves 
at home and if there was anything he needed to let him 
know. He assured Sammy that his horse was Sammy's while 
they were our guests. He went into the den and started 
watching Monday night football as usual and I began 
cleaning the after supper dishes. Sammy joined me to 
help with the chore. 

Sammy remarked, "You are one good cook momma, and a 
nice looking one at that." 

"Thank you Sammy," I replied. "That is a nice 
compliment coming from on handsome young man." 

Sammy was drying the dishes and we were making small 
talk about him and his family, when he said, "Momma 
you're one foxy looking chick." 

I thanked him and laughed as I started thinking, "Gee I 
am not sure but I think he is already making a move on 
me." I knew that black men considered it a rite of 
passage to get between some white married woman's legs 
if they could. I was wondering if he had something like 
that in mind. 

A couple of days later, my husband was sent to the 
coast for a few weeks to repair some company equipment 
that got damaged in the storm. 

For the next couple of days, it seemed that Sammy was 
very attentive to me and helped me to do things. He was 
always complimenting me and I was very attentive of him 
and his family, being sure they were comfortable in our 
home. Sammy increasingly made more and more suggestive 
remarks to me. I would laugh and sometimes giggle at 
his remarks. He would say things like, "You are just 
like a mother hen, looking after her children, and I 
think it is nice. You sure do carry yourself well, 
Momma. You are one foxy momma."

I must admit it was having an affect one me and I 
decided that the next morning when I dressed for a 
church meeting I would actually dress for Sammy and see 
what he would say. I was enjoying his compliments, the 
kind I had not heard much of lately from my husband. I 
had begun to think I was loosing my sex appeal.

I cooked Sammy's breakfast and put it on the table and 
went to dress for my meeting. I put on black lace 
panties and bra, not that he would see them but they 
made me feel sexy. I then put on a black silky dress 
that came to my knees, and revealed my ample cleavage, 
and some black stocking and heels. I looked at myself 
in the mirror with approval. 

I heard Sammy in the kitchen getting him some coffee 
and I walked in hoping to get his reaction. He looked 
at me, spilled some coffee on the floor and his eyes 
got big as he said, "Wow, momma, you are one foxy lady 
today. Better be careful or those deacons will be 
wanting to sin with you." We both laughed as I placed a 
little kiss on his cheek and told him that his noticing 
me made my day.

On my way to the church meeting I was having all kinds 
of visions of spreading for this young black man. He 
had called me a mother hen, a chick, and a foxy momma. 
I think he had the "hots" for my married white ass. 
"What am I thinking of? I am a married woman and old 
enough to be his momma. Why am I being tempted? Do I or 
don't I? Why is he tormenting me this way?

That evening, while Sammy was in the bathroom, I walked 
by the half open door and saw his image in the wall 
mirror. I stopped and looked at him standing there 
naked with his beautiful black muscular arms and chest 
covered with black kinky hair, I looked down and saw 
his beautiful black rod hanging from his hairy crotch. 
I was wondering what it would look like if it were 
standing at attention. 

I was thinking, "So he thinks I'm a foxy momma, I think 
he is a young black fox wanting to get in the hen house 
with this old mother hen." I walked away smiling to 
myself as I was thinking, "This foxy momma hen just 
might leave the door open and invite him into her nest. 
My old fox is out of the area for awhile and he will 
never miss what I will give a young black fox like 
him."

After dinner that evening, Angie went to her bedroom 
room to feed the baby and Sammy joined me in the 
kitchen. He walked up behind me and patted me on the 
butt and said, "Nice butt you have there, momma."

"Now stop it Sammy, You are going to start something 
and it might get us into trouble," as I giggled in 
encouragement. "You make me feel like a teen-ager 
again." 

Sammy standing behind me put his arms around my waist 
and pulled me close and kissed my neck. Now I was going 
crazy knowing that his wife was in the house and my 
husband was away and I could tell by the hard pole I 
felt on my bottom that Sammy was one sexed up sly fox. 
He was ready to get into this old hen's nest. I turned 
and put my arms around Sammy's neck and looked him in 
the eyes and said, "You handsome young black fox. You 
are trying to get into my panties, aren't you? You are 
one sly fox and I love it."

"Momma, any man would want you. You are one hot Momma 
and you are driving me crazy wanting to get between 
those nice legs of yours." 

"Well my mate is gone but yours is here. What are we 
going to do about her"?

Sammy said, "I already thought about that, Momma. I 
will send her to the movies. She loves to go to the 
movies. I will tell her I have to help you with some 
things. She will think I am being a nice guy."

"You will be doing nice guy things for me. Nothing 
wrong with that," I replied.

After Angie left, I told my young handsome black lover 
to be that I would get ready and call him. I rushed 
into my bedroom and put on my sheer Red Baby Doll 
negligee that I had worn on our honeymoon. As I looked 
in the mirror, I thought that I still looked hot in it. 
I felt like a teen ready to give her cherry to her 
lover. 

I opened the door and softly said, "Sammy my dearest, I 
am ready," then jumped into the middle of the bed 
pulling the sheet over me and waited.

Sammy walked in and pulled his clothes off as I 
watched. My heart beat faster as I saw his naked black 
body rippling with muscles and his now erect ebony pole 
that was soon to be mine. He pulled the sheet off me 
and saw me laying there in my red sheer nightie and 
took a deep breath saying, "You are one hot momma and 
I'm going to make you mine," as he lifter my gown and 
started licking his way into my waiting honey pot. 

I was removing my gown as he licked and slurped my 
juices. We were both moaning. I was now free of any 
clothes as was my black lover. I moved over him as I 
took his black pole and licked the man juices seeping 
from the tip. I felt his sperm filled balls knowing 
that all his black seed would soon be mine. We were now 
both wanting to do the final act as I lay back and 
opened my legs to receive my black lover deep inside 
me. 

I felt him thrusting hard against the mouth of my womb 
preparing to deliver his black seed into a white man's 
wife. I was moaning his name over and over begging him 
to fuck my white ass off. He was sweating as we 
squirmed against each other and I held on tightly not 
wanting to miss a single stroke of my new lovers black 
cock. 

Sammy was biting my ear lobs and letting saying dirty 
things to his Foxy Momma hen. He was calling me a 
"white bitch," and a "hot fucking honkey," and telling 
me that I was his now forever. 

As he moaned loudly and thrust deep pausing briefly and 
thrusting deep several times, he moaned out, "Oh momma, 
I'm cumming. My balls are busting."

As I felt his cock start throbbing deep inside, it 
triggered a huge orgasm in me. I shook all over knowing 
that my new lover was shooting his seem into me and 
that this old hen had been good for his black horny 
young ass. 

I stopped shaking and went still as I took the last of 
his black seed into my white womb. I then went limp as 
we lay there, him still on top and me lying there in 
complete satisfaction knowing that I had pleased him 
and he had gotten his woman. 

I now knew that I had crossed the line and had given my 
husband's white pussy to a young black stud. I had also 
taken this black wife's husband's black pole deep 
inside my hot white pussy. I wondered what she would 
think of her young husband lusting for an old mother 
hen.

We lay there a long time before Sammy broke the 
silence. "Well, momma I have always wanted to taste of 
a white woman and now I have. Believe me you are the 
best woman I have ever had. My Dad always said I wasn't 
a man till I took a married white woman and now I know 
how good it is."

I said, "Thank you my sly young black fox, You have 
really satisfied this white woman you're your lovely 
hard black cock and hope that we can enjoy ourselves 
more often." 

We both hugged each other and kissed and lay there in 
complete satisfaction as we felt each other and 
exchanged sweet compliments. I knew that Angie would be 
seeing more movies while her black husband filled a 
white pussy with his dark pole pumping his black seed 
deep inside this white wife again and again.