As your clothes materialized around you memories of your mother flooded into you. As an infant the state scheduled regular injections of genome suppressant for you, keeping your mother from lusting after you. The injections slowly shrank as you grew older though, and the occasional missed appointment gave you a glimpse into the lust your dark skin instilled into her. It didn't help that by the age of 10, the gene therapy food she kept bringing home had given you A-cup breasts and ass cheeks like baseballs. "Mistakes" started happening, the occasional kiss held too long, her fingers sliding up the inside of your thigh as she helped you try on clothes, and then you started hearing her moaning your name at night through your walls. Then the "mistakes" grew bolder, as she started 'forgetting' to grab her towel or her top, showing off breasts engineered to please, and hiding your clothes, always 'happening' to be around as you went to your room naked. When you turned 11 the state stopped the injections, and your mother became incorrigible. She would come to your room naked at night, begging you to take your clothes off just so she could see you as she fingered herself. You always denied her, hearing her whimper in unfulfilled lust. Until one day you went to her room and found a naked picture of your Negro Mother. Her piercing eyes and skin as black as night made you fall to your knees, your nipples rock hard. As your eyes traced down her luscious breasts, you realized the noise you were hearing was your own rhasping breath as you panted like the bitch you are. And as your eyes fell upon the massive black cock that made you, tracing it's veiny length to that mushroom of a tip, your muscles clenched around your fingers, your drenched pussy pulsing in orgasm. You were fingering yourself? You didn't even remember starting, but you didn't stop, not for so long. When your mother came home, she found you passed out, the picture clenched tightly in your fist. The next morning you woke up, ashamed. That was your mother's hell, a daughter she couldn't have, but desired so strongly. She was a saint for holding out for so long. You didn't bother putting on clothes, you stormed into your mother's room, finding her riding a dildo, hunched over the same picture. As she turned her head to look at you, you kissed, tongues sliding against eachother, feeling her shake and cum on the dildo. Apologizing to her for denying her lust, you begged her to teach you how to please superior Negro Women. She responded by hooking her arms under your legs, bringing your virgin cunt to her mouth and pushing her tongue inside you. And that's how she greeted you for almost a year, lifting you up to taste your depths. For a while, you indulged her every slutty desire, but eventually the novelty wore off, and you found your place in her bed, the two of you making love every morning and night, each time ending with her saying "I love you mistress." and you saying "I love you too mommy." But soon that changed...