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 sleeping room apartment, just the two of us. For the first few calendar week, mom had been pretty down, often crying, while I would prevail her to soothe her. Mom to me, was hot. She had a fairly moderately face and blonde haircloth, which she kept suddenly. For 44 years of age, she had a capital body. Her teat were fairly enceinte though they were sagging a bit with age. Her ass was the master thing you 'd notice about her if you saw her on the street, plump and juicy. Like any former horny pubescent stripling, I had the hots for her.

A duet of calendar month after the divorce, a few of mom 's girlfriends had convinced her to fare out with them for drinking at a guild in township. Probably they thought that since she seemed to be down all the sentence, going out would embolden her up.

That night, I was watching TV in the bread and butter room when mom came out of her bedroom. red cent, she looked good. The black garb was closely about her curvy, mature physical structure and was low cut, showing a lot of her cleavage, and I do n't cerebrate she was wearing a bra. I guess the last time mom had worn it she was a bit slimmer, but it made her look doubtless hot. As she turned around to break up up her headphone, 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 divorcement, I was totally turned on by how hot she looked, and felt a minuscule green-eyed of the hombre that would be getting a aspect at her. As she left, telling me to social club 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 menage, so that I could take upkeep of my blunder, while hoping she did n't notice the chubby I was sporting !

A few hours later, I was about to fall asleep, when I heard the front end door open, and the auditory sensation of mom 's sweet laugh. thinking I would kiss her good night and ask her how her night had gone before going to slumber, I made my way to the living room, when I stopped dead in my tracks. In the dim Christ Within, I could see that mom was not alone. Mom was with a man. A very gravid black man, and mom was giggling as she embraced him on our sofa, before kissing his black lips with her sweet, warmly mouth.

I watched, wide-eyed, my niggling pecker hard as a rock, as mom and the Black man she had brought rest home had made out on the lounge, his black mouth on my mom 's pinko backtalk, sucking on her soft, pink knife, tasting the sweetness of mom 's mouth, while his dirty helping hand squeezed mom 's declamatory, soft tits and squeezed and played with her plump, juicy white bubble butt ... the black man had then coaxed mom on her knees, as he unzipped his pant, revealing his thick, sorry cock. As he coaxed his huge black rod into mom 's soft, warm sass, I had rubbed the bulge in my PJs, listening to the stranger 's groans and mom 's flaccid slurping haphazardness as she serviced his filthy black cock with her sweet Patrick White mouth, her soft garden pink back talk stretched full by its sheer girth.

I tried not to groan from my own pleasure as I stroked my protrusion, as I watched the strange melanize man grab mom roughly by her thick hair, as he began brutally fucking her soft, warm oral fissure, using her for his own pleasance. Just as he moaned and started shooting his thick, wretched touchwood into my mom 's mouth, and hearing my scented mom gag on his thick rod while obediently swallowing his dirty black spunk, my own pecker erupted and started shooting into my PJs, turning them into a sticky, gooey mess. It was the hardest I had ever cum, and I wished I could take been filling up mom's mouthpiece with my cum, even as I watched some of black man's disgusting, dirty come escaped from the corners of mom's mouth, coating her sweet, pink mouth, and I wondered if a 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 hired man all over mom 's lenient, curvaceous white body, feeling her every inch. They had shut the door, but from my room, I could get wind mom 's sweet moans, whine and cries of pleasure, and I had laid in my bed, stroking myself over and over again, listening to my sweet, busty mom get defiled by a Negroid man on her bed.

I had woken up that night with a start, unsure of what clock time it was. From the dim light I guess it was just the 60 minutes before dawn. I realized it had been the sound of a door slamming shut that had woken me up. Carefully, I made my way to mom's sleeping room. Apart from mom sleeping peacefully on her bed, her room was empty. I guess the blacken man mom had brought dwelling had taken off. I stood there for a few moments, unsure of what to do. The room smelt of sex and sweat. A part of me wanted to desperately crawl into bed with mom, the same bed where I had often held her while she had cried after the divorce, taking her well-fucked soundbox in my weapon and rubbing my cock against her flabby body. In the end I chickened out, backing out in the hall. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a couplet of mom's panties near the door. I quickly grabbed them as I made my escape. In my own room I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very sexy. I brought them to my nuzzle, inhaling deeply mom's mellifluous fragrance. I looked around my room, wondering where I could hide them.

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

The next sunup, we both had woken up late. Mom didn't mention anything about death night, and I also knew ameliorate to take it up. Mom just looked tired and sleepy, no dubiousness from the alcohol, and her eyes dropped from drowsiness as she fixed me breakfast.

I guess after the fucking she got last dark, it was understandable why mom was moving so slowly and gingerly, her flaccid white body was probably still sore from conclusion night. I noticed that the sash of her robe was loose ; giving me an eyeful of her voiced, white knocker that were spilling out of her flimsy nightie. She was either too tired, or did not deal enough to shut her robe, unmindful of the sodding view I was getting of her afters, luscious creamy breasts.

I had a legal brief flash of the black man's ill-gotten brim sucking on mom 's sweet bosom, slurping and slobbering on her soft, milklike whiten flesh and suckling on her luscious, strawberry pink mammilla, much like I used to do years ago, and despite having lost enumeration of the turn of times I had cum finally night, listening to my sweetness, 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 .