The story you are about to read includes very explicit reference to sex. If you are not old enough to read this story where you live, or if you object to frank language about sex, please read no further.

If, however, you enjoy sexual fantasies and a bit of humor along the way, please read on!

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This story really needs Chapter One to make any sense. If you don’t read chapter one first, this one won’t make a lot of sense, and all the humor will get lost. Please read chapter one.

But, just in case you’re really stubborn, and refuse to read chapter one, here’s a VERY quick summary. In that chapter, two escaped convicts, “Kris” and “T” came to hide in my house for nearly a week.

During that time, they fucked me repeatedly, and by the end of the week, I was believing whatever Kris said. He told me that, now that I was a “black cock slut,” I would never again be able to say no to a black man. In addition, he told me that black men can smell a black cock slut any time they’re around, and that they use “code” to tell them they want to fuck. The “code” is something like “Can I help you?” or “Need a hand with that?” (This, of course, is something he made up, but I believed it, I was so spent, so receptive after a week of earth shaking orgasms.) Kris taught me how to respond to these questions, and taught me that men who use the code expect immediate responses.

That’s how I found myself in the situation you’ll read about in this story.

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“Mom! Mom! Look outside! Look at all the snow!”

I groaned and tried to roll over and pretend to sleep, but Jason was having none of it. “Mom! It must’a snowed two feet! Look, the bushes out front are all covered!”

That got my attention. I sat up in bed, pulled on the robe from my bedside table and got up. (I still don’t like running around the house in front of the boys in the negligees that Richard likes me to wear at night.) I looked out the bedroom window, and he was right. Not about the two feet of snow, but about the bushes being completely covered. What we had was a lot of drifting.

I had heard the wind during the night, all night, and it had caused the white flakes to pile up along the front side of the house, the lee side. Out in the yard it looked like we had 8-10 inches of snow. Plenty to keep the schools closed. I groaned.



“Okay, let’s check the t.v. I bet you won’t be going anywhere today mister big-stuff…” By the time I got to the living room, Jason already had on the local cable channel that ran all the school closings across the bottom of the screen. There were so many that it took a while, but eventually I saw it. I was right. “Snow day!”

I have to admit it. I like snow. I’ve never gotten tired of it. But I don’t like snow days because they’re not a day off for me any more. In fact, my day gets much more complicated as I try to entertain an 8 year old along with his 4 year old brother, all the while getting my household chores taken care of.

With me not working, we had found it necessary to let the maid service go, so I did all the cleaning and a lot of the repairs around the house, as well as the cooking and laundry. It’s a much bigger job than you men realize, at least, if you do it with some pride, and I always did.

But today, I was going to have to manage snow suits and puddles of melted snow in the foyer, hot chocolate and fights over t.v. programming while I washed and starched and ironed Richard’s shirts. “Snow day!” Oh, boy.



Richard had gotten up at his usual hour, about 5 a.m., to get into work early. Checking the driveway, I noted that he’d already taken the snow blower and cleared the way for his own car. Mine was totally snowed under, so I would be going nowhere. This day kept getting better.

Not that I mind having the boys around, but I like it better when I can plan for it. Jason, especially, took a lot of attention to stay entertained. This snow storm was supposed to have passed well to the south, leaving us with cold rain. I still wish I could get paid for being wrong as often as the weather man!

Fortunately, we have a large, half acre lot for the house, and it has a good sledding hill on it. Jason’s new toboggan would come in handy!

I fixed some oatmeal for the boys and had a slice of whole wheat toast myself. Two cups of hot chocolate, one of coffee, and we started dressing for the out of doors. I put on some stretch pants, and then a pair of loose jeans. A tee shirt, two sweaters, and I was ready to go. I dressed the boys in layers, too, and put scarves and boots on all of us. Finally, looking more like the Sta-Puft man than a human, we all piled out in to the snow, the boys to go sledding in the back yard, and me with a shovel to the driveway. I can’t really handle the snow blower, so I thought I’d give it a go with a shovel, since my car was parked halfway down the drive and I didn’t have far to go to get to the street.

A couple of boys from across the street came over to play with Jason and Mike in the back yard, and I could soon hear yelps of laughter as they slid down the backyard incline. Mean time, I was making pretty good progress on the drive.