Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2016 08:00:46 +1100 From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com> Subject: A Dark Discovery (Incest/Interracial) I hope you guys like this one. For more information on the author: Read my novel here. Search for "The Boy Next Door" by Taylor Foxx on Amazon or Google. Look in the incest section for the story "The Mistake Text Message" -- that's also mine. You can find versions of my story WITH PICTURES on my blog: www.TaylorFoxxAuthor@tumblr.com I love hearing from fans, so if you like this and want more, message via Tumblr or at: Kik: TaylorFoxxAuthor Email: Taylor.Foxx.Author@gmail.com A Dark Discovery by Taylor Foxx I'd forgotten the paperwork I needed for an upcoming contract, and so decided to scoot home in the middle of the afternoon on my lunch break. I came in and put my keys down on the counter, and that's when I heard it. My heart sank as I listened to the sound of a woman moaning and shrieking. For half a second I thought that my wife was cheating on me, and then I remembered that she was visiting her mother in Utah. Which meant... A smile crept across my face as I walked to the bottom of the stairs and paused to listen. Sure enough, those sounds were coming from my oldest son, Nathan's, room. And from the sound of it, he was really going to town. I know it's a bit weird, but I wasn't at all angry at my son for skipping school to bang some girl. In fact, I was happy for him. I had been worried about him. Let's put it this way - when I was his age, I'd already had more than a few "girlfriends". But here he was, slamming some very noisy and whiney girl. Some father's might interrupt and give their son a lecture, but I'm not that kind of dad. I want my kid to be happy, and if he's making a girl sound like that, he must be super happy. I quietly snuck up to my room to get the papers I needed from my bedroom. As I did, another sound started from my son's room - a low, deep grunting. Damn,I thought. He really must be in the zone. I'd never heard his voice so deep or horny. I smiled again, knowing my son must be working himself up to an incredible nut I wondered if it was his first time. Probably not, I figured, seeing that the screaming girl sounded like she was about to get off with him. I tried to tune it out, not wanting to be a creep, as I shuffled around for my papers. Finally I found what I was looking for, just as I heard the sound of my son's bedroom door opening and closing. I froze inside my room, not wanting to reveal myself. I heard footsteps down the hall, and then the sound of running water. Sounded like they wanted a shower. I had to stop myself from chuckling. Suddenly, a wave of curiosity came over me. Nathan is such a quiet and reserved kid, no wonder I had no idea he was a stud with the ladies. The boy never told me anything these days. I figured this was my only chance to see the girl he was banging, unless he ended up marrying her. And you don't fuck a girl like that if you plan to marry her. Before I could stop myself, I quietly edged out of my room and into the hallway. I was in luck. The bathroom door at the end of the hallway was open just a crack, and the shower was already running. It was easy to creep by my son's room and peek in. Have you ever looked at something that was so surprising, it felt almost completely alien or almost unreal? Something so unexpected that your brain malfunctions for a few seconds trying to interpret what it's seen? That's what happened when I caught that brief glimpse of what was clearly a tall, muscular black man, covered in sweat, getting into my shower. I only saw him for half a second, but I can still recall each muscle of his back, the way his dreads fell down over his wide shoulders, and the perfectly round and firm ass as he climbed into our family shower. Immediately I peaked back out, and booked it. My heart was pounding and my head swimming trying to figure out what I'd just seen. ...why was there a black man in my shower? You know why. ...had he been the one with Nathan? You know that's true. ...was there a girl there with them? Don't kid yourself. ...was it my son making those noises? Yes. ...was my son... I nearly fell down the stairs as an image filled my mind. Again it was only a flash of an image, but this time, I saw that black back and ass in my son's room, on his single bed. I saw that big, muscular ass thrusting. And I saw two pinkish white feet, small, gripping those big hips and pulling that black cock... deeper into my son's guts. Fuck. Finally I made it out into the driveway and into my car. I gripped the wheel and pulled into reverse, nearly taking out our mailbox in the process. I felt crazed, staring wide-eyed at the road. The thoughts kept coming. Familiar puffy pink lips around a dark black cock head. Two large dark hands pulling apart a creamy, tiny ass. My little boy on his bed, panting, on his stomach with his legs spread, as his new boyfriend made his way to the shower... "FUCK!" I screamed out loud, and again nearly crashed as I swerved across traffic and to the side of the road. Not able to wait a second longer, I fished my cock out of my pants and immediately shot a load down underneath the steering wheel. I heard myself grunting and groaning as I came, and I blacked out for a second with the power of the orgasm. When I came too, I stared blankly out the windshield at the traffic going by. What was I going to do now? Read my novel here. Search for "The Boy Next Door" by Taylor Foxx on Amazon or Google. You can find versions of my story WITH PICTURES on my blog: www.TaylorFoxxAuthor@tumblr.com I love hearing from fans, so if you like this and want more, message via Tumblr or at: Kik: TaylorFoxxAuthor Email: Taylor.Foxx.Author@gmail.com