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 minor, two chamber apartment, just the two of us. For the get-go few week, mom had been pretty down, often crying, while I would hold her to comfort her. Mom to me, was hot. She had a fairly pretty face and blonde hair, which she kept short. For 44 yr of age, she had a swell body. Her tits were fairly gravid though they were sagging a bit with age. Her ass was the main matter you 'd notice about her if you saw her on the street, plump and juicy. Like any other horny pubescent adolescent, I had the hots for her.

A duad of months after the divorce, a few of mom 's girlfriends had convinced her to come out with them for drunkenness at a club in Town. Probably they thought that since she seemed to be down all the sentence, going out would cheer her up.

That night, I was watching TV in the living room when mom came out of her bedroom. Damn, she looked trade good. The black dress was squiffy about her curvy, mature body and was low cut, showing a lot of her cleavage, and I do n't think she was wearing a bra. I guess the last time mom had worn it she was a bit svelte, but it made her look undoubtedly hot. As she turned around to piece up her phone, my cock stiffened in my dungaree 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 jealous of the guy cable that would be getting a look at her. As she left, telling me to ordering a pizza pie if I was thirsty, and not to stay up to late ( even though tomorrow was the weekend ), I nodded at her, just wanting her out of the mansion, so that I could take care of my boner, while hoping she did n't acknowledge the chubby I was sporting !

A few minute later, I was about to fall asleep, when I heard the front threshold open, and the sound of mom 's odoriferous laughter. mentation I would osculate her well nighttime 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 path. In the dim luminosity, 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 sofa, before kissing his blacken sass with her sweet, affectionate mouth.

I watched, wide-eyed, my little nib hard as a tilt, as mom and the melanize man she had brought home plate had made out on the lounge, his melanise mouthpiece on my mom 's pink lips, sucking on her soft, pinkish tongue, tasting the fragrance of mom 's mouth, while his dirty bridge player squeezed mom 's large, soft tits and squeezed and played with her plump, juicy clean bubble butt ... the black man had then coaxed mom on her knee, as he unzipped his pants, revealing his thick, dark cock. As he coaxed his huge black rod into mom 's soft, strong mouth, I had rubbed the bulge in my PJs, listening to the unknown 's groans and mom 's lenient slurping haphazardness as she serviced his dirty black hammer with her sweet ovalbumin sassing, her soft ping lips stretched all-embracing by its sheer girth.

I tried not to groan from my own pleasure as I stroked my protrusion, as I watched the strange black man grab mom roughly by her loggerheaded whisker, 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 mettle into my mom 's mouth, and hearing my dulcet mom gag on his thick rod while obediently swallowing his dirty bleak tinder, my own pecker erupted and started shooting into my PJs, turning them into a unenviable, icky sight. It was the hardest 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 black man's disgusting, dirty seed escaped from the corners of mom's mouth, coating her sweet, pink back talk, and I wondered if a kiss from mom would ever be the same again.

I had fled, back to my way before they noticed me, even as the two had retreated into mom 's sleeping accommodation, his black handwriting all over mom 's soft, busty gabardine eubstance, feeling her every column inch. They had shut the door, but from my way, I could discover mom 's sweet moans, whimpers and cries of pleasure, and I had laid in my bed, stroking myself over and over again, listening to my sugariness, busty mom get defiled by a black man on her bed.

I had woken up that Night with a start, unsure of what metre it was. From the dim light I guess it was just the minute before break of the day. I realized it had been the auditory sensation 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 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 region 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 body in my weaponry and rubbing my hammer against her easygoing body. 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 pantie near the door. I quickly grabbed them as I made my dodging. In my own room I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very sexy. I brought them to my olfactory organ, inhaling deeply mom's sweet scent. I looked around my way, wondering where I could hide them.

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

The next first light, we both had woken up former. Mom didn't mention anything about last dark, and I also knew better to bring it up. Mom just looked tired and sleepy, no question from the alcohol, and her eyes dropped from drowsiness as she fixed me breakfast.

I guess after the fucking she got last night, it was intelligible why mom was moving so slowly and gingerly, her flaccid white body was probably still sore from last night. I noticed that the sash of her robe was free ; giving me an eyeful of her soft, snowy mammilla that were spilling out of her flimsy nightie. She was either too tired, or did not like enough to close down her robe, forgetful of the perfect view I was getting of her sweet, luscious creamy breasts.

I had a brief flash of the melanize man's soiled rim sucking on mom 's sweet titties, slurping and slobbering on her delicate, whitish tweed flesh and suckling on her delicious, strawberry pink nipples, a good deal like I used to do years ago, and despite having lost count of the number of meter I had cum survive night, listening to my sweet, busty mom getting fucked all night by a Shirley Temple man, my cock throbbed and started getting hard in my PJs yet again, which were still crusty from death night .