This happened 3 years 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 small, two bedroom apartment, just the two of us. For the first few week, mom had been pretty down, often crying, while I would take for her to comfort her. Mom to me, was hot. She had a fairly pretty brass and blonde tomentum, which she kept short. For 44 twelvemonth of age, she had a great body. Her tits were fairly magnanimous though they were sagging a bit with age. Her ass was the principal thing you 'd notice about her if you saw her on the street, plump and juicy. Like any early horny pubescent teen, I had the hots for her.

A dyad of months after the divorce, a few of mom 's lady friend had convinced her to come out with them for drinks at a clubhouse in townspeople. Probably they thought that since she seemed to be down all the time, going out would cheer her up.

That Nox, I was watching TV in the bread and butter room when mom came out of her sleeping room. Damn, she looked serious. The black dress was cockeyed about her curvy, mature torso and was low cut, showing a lot of her segmentation, and I do n't believe she was wearing a bra. I guess the lastly clip mom had worn it she was a bit slight, but it made her attend doubtless hot. As she turned around to foot up her sound, my tool stiffened in my dungaree as I noticed how the clothes hugged her plump, juicy ass.

evening though I was well-chosen for her, that she was finally moving out after the divorcement, I was totally turned on by how hot she looked, and felt a little covetous of the cat that would be getting a look at her. As she left, telling me to social club a pizza if I was athirst, and not to continue 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 hours later, I was about to fall asleep, when I heard the front threshold open, and the sound of mom 's sweet laughter. Thinking I would kiss her good dark and ask her how her night had gone before going to log Z's, I made my way to the life way, when I stopped dead in my tracks. In the dim lightness, I could see that mom was not alone. Mom was with a man. A very prominent blacken man, and mom was giggling as she embraced him on our couch, before kissing his melanize back talk with her sweet, warm mouth.

I watched, wide-eyed, my petty shaft hard as a rock and roll, as mom and the contraband man she had brought habitation had made out on the couch, his pitch-black sassing on my mom 's pink rim, sucking on her indulgent, pink tongue, tasting the sweetness of mom 's backtalk, while his dirty hands squeezed mom 's vauntingly, diffuse bosom and squeezed and played with her plump, juicy Edward D. White bubble butt ... the black man had then coaxed mom on her knee, as he unzipped his gasp, revealing his thick, dark cock. As he coaxed his huge black rod into mom 's soft, warmly sass, I had rubbed the gibbosity in my PJs, listening to the unknown 's groans and mom 's soft slurping noise as she serviced his foul black prick with her sweet-flavored white-hot backtalk, her flaccid pink backtalk stretched spacious by its sheer girth.

I tried not to moan from my own pleasure as I stroked my protuberance, as I watched the strange black man grab mom roughly by her thick haircloth, as he began brutally fucking her soft, warm mouth, using her for his own pleasure. Just as he moaned and started shooting his thick, slimy spunk into my mom 's mouth, and hearing my sweetened mom gag on his thick rod while obediently swallowing his dirty blackened kindling, my own bill erupted and started shooting into my PJs, turning them into a sticky, gooey flock. It was the hardest I had ever cum, and I wished I could accept been filling up mom's mouth with my cum, even as I watched some of black man's disgusting, dirty seeded player escaped from the corner of mom's rima oris, coating her sweet, pink lips, and I wondered if a kiss 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 sleeping room, his black work force all over mom 's soft, curvy white dead body, feeling her every inch. They had shut the room access, but from my room, I could hear mom 's sweet groan, whine and shout 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 Nox with a start, unsure of what metre it was. From the dim light I guess it was just the hour before first light. I realized it had been the phone of a doorway slamming shut that had woken me up. Carefully, I made my way to mom's sleeping accommodation. Apart from mom sleeping peacefully on her bed, her room was empty. I guess the black man mom had brought home had taken off. I stood there for a few second, unsure of what to do. The way 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 divorcement, taking her well-fucked soundbox in my arms and rubbing my shaft against her soft body. In the end I chickened out, backing out in the hall. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a distich of mom's panties near the door. I quickly grabbed them as I made my escape. In my own way I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very sexy. I brought them to my olfactory organ, inhaling deeply mom's sweetly aroma. I looked around my room, wondering where I could hide them.

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

The next morning, we both had woken up late. Mom didn't reference anything about last night, and I also knew better to wreak it up. Mom just looked well-worn and sleepy, no doubt 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 flabby white dead body was probably still sore from in conclusion dark. I noticed that the sash of her robe was wanton ; giving me an eyeful of her subdued, white tits that were spilling out of her unconvincing nightgown. She was either too tired, or did not care enough to close up her robe, oblivious of the pure thought I was getting of her sweet, juicy creamy breasts.

I had a brief flashbulb of the black man's begrime brim sucking on mom 's Sweet titties, slurping and slobbering on her soft, milky white physique and suckling on her delicious, strawberry pink nipple, often like I used to do years ago, and despite having lost count of the number of times I had cum last nighttime, listening to my sweet, curvaceous mom getting fucked all dark by a bootleg man, my cock throbbed and started getting hard in my PJs yet again, which were still crusty from close night .