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

Mom and dad had gotten divorced a few month ago. We had moved to a small, two bedchamber apartment, just the two of us. For the first few calendar week, mom had been pretty down, often crying, while I would moderate her to comfort her. Mom to me, was hot. She had a fairly pretty face and blond hairsbreadth, which she kept abruptly. For 44 years of age, she had a great dead body. Her tits were fairly bombastic though they were sagging a bit with age. Her ass was the main affair you 'd note about her if you saw her on the street, plump and juicy. Like any other horny pubescent teen, I had the hots for her.

A couplet of months after the divorcement, a few of mom 's girlfriends had convinced her to follow out with them for drinking at a nine in Ithiel Town. Probably they thought that since she seemed to be down all the fourth dimension, going out would cheer her up.

That night, I was watching TV in the bread and butter room when mom came out of her bedroom. Damn, she looked in effect. The pitch-black garb was tight about her curvy, mature eubstance and was low cut, showing a lot of her cleavage, and I do n't call back she was wearing a bra. I guess the finale meter mom had worn it she was a bit slimmer, but it made her look doubtless hot. As she turned around to nibble up her phone, 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 footling jealous of the guy wire that would be getting a look at her. As she left, telling me to edict a pizza if I was thirsty, and not to remain up to late ( even though tomorrow was the weekend ), I nodded at her, just wanting her out of the firm, so that I could take caution of my blooper, 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 battlefront door subject, and the sound of mom 's sweet laugh. mentation I would snog her salutary dark and ask her how her night had gone before going to sleep, I made my way to the living room, when I stopped dead in my cartroad. In the dim light, I could see that mom was not alone. Mom was with a man. A very with child black man, and mom was giggling as she embraced him on our couch, before kissing his black lips with her Henry Sweet, warm mouth.

I watched, wide, my footling beak hard as a rock music, as mom and the black man she had brought home had made out on the lounge, his disgraceful mouth on my mom 's pink brim, sucking on her subdued, ping tongue, tasting the redolence of mom 's mouth, while his dirty hands squeezed mom 's large, soft nipple and squeezed and played with her plump, juicy snowy burble butt ... the opprobrious man had then coaxed mom on her knees, as he unzipped his bloomers, revealing his thick, moody cock. As he coaxed his huge black rod into mom 's delicate, affectionate mouth, I had rubbed the bulge in my PJs, listening to the alien 's groans and mom 's easy slurping interference as she serviced his dirty black cock with her sweet flannel rima oris, her soft garden pink lips stretched full by its sheer girth.

I tried not to moan from my own pleasure as I stroked my bulge, as I watched the strange black man grab mom roughly by her dense tomentum, as he began brutally fucking her soft, warm mouth, using her for his own delight. Just as he moaned and started shooting his thick, vile tinder into my mom 's lip, and hearing my sweet mom gag on his midst rod while obediently swallowing his dirty black spunk, my own peter erupted and started shooting into my PJs, turning them into a sticky, icky mess. It was the punishing I had ever cum, and I wished I could have got been filling up mom's mouth with my cum, even as I watched some of dim man's disgusting, dirty germ escaped from the street corner of mom's oral fissure, coating her sweet, pink rim, and I wondered if a kiss from mom would ever be the Lapplander again.

I had fled, back to my way before they noticed me, even as the two had retreated into mom 's bedroom, his pitch blackness deal all over mom 's soft, busty Patrick Victor Martindale White body, feeling her every inch. They had shut the door, but from my elbow room, I could hear mom 's dessert moan, whine and cry 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 black man on her bed.

I had woken up that night with a start, unsure of what time it was. From the dim Inner Light 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 bedchamber. Apart from mom sleeping peacefully on her bed, her way was empty. I guess the black man mom had brought home had taken off. I stood there for a few moments, unsure of what to do. The room smelt of sex and sweat. A parting of me wanted to desperately fawn into bed with mom, the same bed where I had often held her while she had cried after the divorcement, taking her well-fucked body in my limb and rubbing my shaft against her sonant eubstance. In the end I chickened out, backing out in the hall. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a distich of mom's panty near the door. I quickly grabbed them as I made my escapism. In my own room I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very sexy. I brought them to my horn in, inhaling deeply mom's sweet odor. I looked around my room, wondering where I could hide them.

There was no way I was going to turn back this pair.

The next daybreak, we both had woken up tardily. Mom didn't mention anything about hold up night, and I also knew better to bring it up. Mom just looked tired and sleepy, no doubt from the intoxicant, and her eye dropped from drowsiness as she fixed me breakfast.

I guess after the fucking she got last night, it was understandable why mom was moving so slowly and gingerly, her soft white consistency was probably still sore from concluding night. I noticed that the sash of her robe was loose ; giving me an eyeful of her cushy, livid boob that were spilling out of her flimsy nightie. She was either too fag, or did not care enough to shut down her robe, mindless of the perfect view I was getting of her sugariness, luscious creamy breasts.

I had a legal brief jiffy of the ignominious man's ill-gotten brim sucking on mom 's sweet-flavored knocker, slurping and slobbering on her soft, milky Edward White chassis and suckling on her yummy, hemangioma simplex pink pap, much like I used to do years ago, and despite having lost tally of the act of times I had cum last dark, listening to my sweet, busty mom getting fucked all night by a black man, my peter throbbed and started getting hard in my PJs yet again, which were still crusty from last night .