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

Mom and dad had gotten divorced a few calendar month ago. We had moved to a lowly, two bedroom apartment, just the two of us. For the first few hebdomad, mom had been pretty down, often crying, while I would hold her to ease her. Mom to me, was hot. She had a fairly pretty brass and blond hair, which she kept short-circuit. For 44 long time of age, she had a great eubstance. Her breast were fairly boastfully though they were sagging a bit with age. Her ass was the main thing you 'd acknowledge about her if you saw her on the street, plump and juicy. Like any former horny pubescent teenager, I had the hots for her.

A couple of months after the divorce, a few of mom 's girl had convinced her to come out with them for crapulence at a club 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 aliveness room when mom came out of her chamber. Damn, she looked proficient. The fatal dress was stringent about her curvy, mature torso and was low cut, showing a lot of her segmentation, and I do n't guess she was wearing a bra. I guess the last time mom had worn it she was a bit slight, but it made her face undoubtedly hot. As she turned around to nibble up her phone, my tool stiffened in my denim as I noticed how the dress hugged her plump, juicy ass.

eventide 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 jealous of the guys that would be getting a look at her. As she left, telling me to rescript a pizza pie 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 house, so that I could take care of my boner, while hoping she did n't notice the chubby I was sporting !

A few 60 minutes later, I was about to devolve asleep, when I heard the face door open, and the sound of mom 's sweet laughter. Thinking I would snog her good night and ask her how her Nox had gone before going to kip, I made my way to the aliveness elbow room, when I stopped short in my lead. In the dim luminousness, I could see that mom was not alone. Mom was with a man. A very large black man, and mom was giggling as she embraced him on our lounge, before kissing his black lips with her sweet, warm mouth.

I watched, wide-eyed, my footling pecker hard as a rock, as mom and the contraband man she had brought house had made out on the couch, his lightlessness mouth on my mom 's pink lips, sucking on her soft, pink tongue, tasting the sweetness of mom 's sassing, while his dirty deal squeezed mom 's boastfully, soft tits and squeezed and played with her plump, juicy white babble fag ... the fatal man had then coaxed mom on her knees, as he unzipped his drawers, revealing his thick, dark turncock. As he coaxed his huge contraband rod into mom 's soft, lovesome mouth, I had rubbed the bulge in my PJs, listening to the alien 's moan and mom 's mild slurping noises as she serviced his dingy black prick with her dulcet whiteness mouth, her soft pink back talk stretched wide by its sheer girth.

I tried not to moan from my own pleasance as I stroked my bulge, as I watched the foreign black man snap mom roughly by her thick hair, as he began brutally fucking her soft, warm mouth, using her for his own pleasure. Just as he moaned and started shooting his thick, unworthy tinder into my mom 's mouth, and hearing my sweet mom gag on his midst rod while obediently swallowing his dirty black tinder, my own tool erupted and started shooting into my PJs, turning them into a viscid, icky mussiness. It was the toilsome I had ever cum, and I wished I could have been filling up mom's mouthpiece with my cum, even as I watched some of total darkness man's disgusting, dirty seed escaped from the niche of mom's mouth, coating her sweet, pink brim, and I wondered if a osculation from mom would ever be the Lapp again.

I had fled, back to my room before they noticed me, even as the two had retreated into mom 's bedroom, his black hands all over mom 's soft, curvy White person physical structure, feeling her every inch. They had shut the door, but from my way, I could hear mom 's Henry Sweet moans, whine and cries of pleasance, and I had laid in my bed, stroking myself over and over again, listening to my Sweet, busty mom get defiled by a black-market man on her bed.

I had woken up that night with a start, unsure of what time it was. From the dim luminance I guess it was just the hour 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 bedroom. Apart from mom sleeping peacefully on her bed, her room was empty. I guess the ignominious man mom had brought dwelling had taken off. I stood there for a few moment, unsure of what to do. The room smelt of sex and sweat. A component 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 organic structure in my branch and rubbing my hammer against her flaccid dead body. In the end I chickened out, backing out in the hall. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a pair of mom's panties near the door. I quickly grabbed them as I made my escape. In my own elbow room I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very aphrodisiacal. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply mom's sugariness aroma. I looked around my room, wondering where I could enshroud them.

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

The side by side break of the day, we both had woken up belated. Mom didn't mention anything about endure night, and I also knew skillful to bring it up. Mom just looked tired and sleepy, no doubt from the alcohol, and her eyes dropped from drowsiness as she fixed me breakfast.

I guess after the roll in the hay she got stopping point night, it was understandable why mom was moving so slowly and gingerly, her voiced white organic structure was probably still sore from last night. I noticed that the sash of her gown was unloosen ; giving me an eyeful of her soft, blank tits that were spilling out of her flimsy nightie. She was either too commonplace, or did not care enough to fill up her robe, forgetful of the stark view I was getting of her sugariness, toothsome creamy breasts.

I had a brief split second of the blackened man's soil lips sucking on mom 's odorous titties, slurping and slobbering on her diffuse, whitish white flesh and suckling on her delicious, strawberry pink mammilla, a good deal like I used to do years ago, and despite having lost count of the bit of times I had cum go night, listening to my sweetness, voluptuous mom getting fucked all Night by a grim man, my cock throbbed and started getting hard in my PJs yet again, which were still crusty from last Night .