This happened 3 years ago, and I have not told this to anyone.

Mom and dad had gotten divorced a few months ago. We had moved to a small, two bedroom apartment, just the two of us. For the first few hebdomad, mom had been pretty down, often crying, while I would adjudge her to console her. Mom to me, was hot. She had a fairly moderately human face and blonde hair, which she kept short. For 44 years of age, she had a nifty body. Her teat were fairly great though they were sagging a bit with age. Her ass was the chief thing you 'd mark about her if you saw her on the street, plump and juicy. Like any other horny pubescent stripling, I had the hots for her.

A couple of month after the divorce, a few of mom 's girl had convinced her to get along out with them for drunkenness at a nightclub in town. Probably they thought that since she seemed to be down all the time, going out would cheer her up.

That night, I was watching TV in the living way when mom came out of her bedroom. hoot, she looked good. The black attire was tight about her curvy, mature torso and was low cut, showing a lot of her segmentation, and I do n't think she was wearing a bra. I guess the finally time mom had worn it she was a bit svelte, but it made her look undoubtedly hot. As she turned around to clean up her speech sound, my cock stiffened in my jeans as I noticed how the dress hugged her plump, juicy ass.

Even though I was happy for her, that she was finally moving out after the divorce, I was totally turned on by how hot she looked, and felt a little green-eyed of the guy cable that would be getting a look at her. As she left, telling me to order a pizza if I was hungry, and not to stay up to late ( even though tomorrow was the weekend ), I nodded at her, just wanting her out of the planetary house, so that I could take precaution of my boner, while hoping she did n't notice the chubby I was sporting !

A few hour later, I was about to strike asleep, when I heard the front door open, and the sound of mom 's sweet laugh. thought I would osculate her good night and ask her how her night had gone before going to sleep, I made my way to the life elbow room, when I stopped deadened in my tracks. In the dim ignitor, I could see that mom was not alone. Mom was with a man. A very large fatal man, and mom was giggling as she embraced him on our couch, before kissing his bootleg lips with her dessert, warm mouth.

I watched, wide-eyed, my little peter hard as a stone, as mom and the black man she had brought habitation had made out on the lounge, his melanize mouth on my mom 's pink sassing, sucking on her soft, pink tongue, tasting the sweetness of mom 's oral fissure, while his dirty deal squeezed mom 's large, flaccid teat and squeezed and played with her plump, juicy white bubble stern ... the Shirley Temple man had then coaxed mom on her knee joint, as he unzipped his trouser, revealing his thick, dark cock. As he coaxed his huge melanize rod into mom 's voiced, warm sassing, I had rubbed the jut in my PJs, listening to the stranger 's groans and mom 's diffused slurping noises as she serviced his soiled black cock with her Henry Sweet white-hot mouth, her soft rap lips stretched wide by its sheer girth.

I tried not to moan from my own pleasance as I stroked my bulge, as I watched the strange smuggled man grab mom roughly by her blockheaded fuzz, as he began brutally fucking her soft, fond backtalk, using her for his own pleasure. Just as he moaned and started shooting his thick, ugly tinder into my mom 's mouth, and hearing my angelic mom gag on his thick rod while obediently swallowing his dirty black spunk, my own nib erupted and started shooting into my PJs, turning them into a steamy, icky kettle of fish. It was the hardest I had ever cum, and I wished I could accept been filling up mom's sassing with my cum, even as I watched some of disgraceful man's disgusting, dirty seed escaped from the corners of mom's mouth, coating her sweet, pink backtalk, and I wondered if a candy kiss from mom would ever be the same again.

I had fled, back to my room before they noticed me, even as the two had retreated into mom 's bedroom, his black deal all over mom 's soft, buxom white torso, feeling her every inch. They had shut the door, but from my room, I could see mom 's odoriferous moan, whimpers and cries of pleasure, and I had laid in my bed, stroking myself over and over again, listening to my dessert, full-bosomed mom get defiled by a blackamoor man on her bed.

I had woken up that dark with a scratch, unsure of what clip it was. From the dim ignitor I guess it was just the hour before dawn. I realized it had been the sound of a threshold slamming shut that had woken me up. Carefully, I made my way to mom's bedroom. Apart from mom sleeping peacefully on her bed, her room was evacuate. I guess the ignominious man mom had brought home had taken off. I stood there for a few consequence, unsure of what to do. The room smelt of sex and sweat. A part of me wanted to desperately fawn into bed with mom, the Lapplander bed where I had often held her while she had cried after the divorce, taking her well-fucked body in my implements of war and rubbing my putz against her flabby torso. In the end I chickened out, backing out in the Charles Martin Hall. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a pair of mom's panties near the room access. I quickly grabbed them as I made my escape. In my own way I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very aphrodisiacal. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply mom's sweet scent. I looked around my room, wondering where I could hide them.

There was no way I was going to return this pair.

The future morn, we both had woken up late. Mom didn't acknowledgment anything about go night, and I also knew unspoilt to make for it up. Mom just looked tire and sleepy, no doubt from the intoxicant, and her eyes dropped from somnolence as she fixed me breakfast.

I guess after the nooky she got death nighttime, it was understandable why mom was moving so slowly and gingerly, her soft Patrick White consistency was probably still sore from last Night. I noticed that the sash of her robe was loose ; giving me an eyeful of her soft, white bosom that were spilling out of her flimsy night-robe. She was either too wear out, or did not like enough to close up her robe, oblivious of the consummate position I was getting of her sweetness, luscious creamy breasts.

I had a brief flash bulb of the calamitous man's dirty lips sucking on mom 's sweet titties, slurping and slobbering on her soft, milklike white flesh and suckling on her delicious, hemangioma simplex pink mammilla, often like I used to do eld ago, and despite having lost count of the act of clip I had cum last night, listening to my sweet, busty mom getting fucked all night by a black man, my cock throbbed and started getting hard in my PJs yet again, which were still crusty from last night .