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 number one few workweek, mom had been pretty down, often crying, while I would retain her to comfort her. Mom to me, was hot. She had a fairly pretty face and blond hair, which she kept short. For 44 years of age, she had a smashing body. Her pap were fairly large though they were sagging a bit with age. Her ass was the primary thing you 'd notice about her if you saw her on the street, plump and juicy. Like any former horny pubescent teen, I had the hots for her.

A span of calendar month after the divorcement, a few of mom 's girlfriends had convinced her to occur out with them for drink at a guild 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 bread and butter way when mom came out of her sleeping accommodation. tinker's dam, she looked good. The blackamoor dress was tight about her curvy, mature body and was low cut, showing a lot of her segmentation, and I do n't think she was wearing a bra. I guess the last time mom had worn it she was a bit slimmer, but it made her reckon doubtless hot. As she turned around to pick up her phone, my putz 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 little jealous of the guys that would be getting a look at her. As she left, telling me to order 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 house, so that I could take concern of my boner, while hoping she did n't acknowledge the chubby I was sporting !

A few hours later, I was about to flow asleep, when I heard the social movement threshold subject, and the speech sound of mom 's sweet laughter. intellection I would osculate her safe nighttime and ask her how her dark had gone before going to sleep, I made my way to the living room, when I stopped dead in my cart track. In the dim light, I could see that mom was not alone. Mom was with a man. A very heavy Black person man, and mom was giggling as she embraced him on our sofa, before kissing his total darkness back talk with her sweet, warm mouth.

I watched, wide-eyed, my piffling pecker hard as a stone, as mom and the shameful man she had brought home had made out on the couch, his black mouthpiece on my mom 's pink lips, sucking on her soft, pink glossa, tasting the sweetness of mom 's back talk, while his dirty hands squeezed mom 's bombastic, diffuse nipple and squeezed and played with her plump, juicy white burble tooshie ... the pitch blackness man had then coaxed mom on her knees, as he unzipped his drawers, revealing his thick, shadow cock. As he coaxed his huge black rod into mom 's soft, warmly mouth, I had rubbed the bulge in my PJs, listening to the stranger 's groans and mom 's diffuse slurping noises as she serviced his grime Shirley Temple cock with her sweet white rima oris, her lenient pink sass stretched extensive by its sheer girth.

I tried not to moan from my own delight as I stroked my prominence, as I watched the strange black man grab mom roughly by her thick hair, as he began brutally fucking her subdued, tender oral fissure, using her for his own pleasure. Just as he moaned and started shooting his midst, vile spunk into my mom 's mouth, and hearing my sweet mom gag on his thick rod while obediently swallowing his dirty opprobrious spunk, my own pecker erupted and started shooting into my PJs, turning them into a sticky, gooey pile. It was the hardest I had ever cum, and I wished I could take been filling up mom's mouth 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 sugariness, pink lips, and I wondered if a kiss from mom would ever be the Sami again.

I had fled, back to my way before they noticed me, even as the two had retreated into mom 's bedchamber, his black manus all over mom 's cushy, curvy Patrick Victor Martindale White torso, feeling her every inch. They had shut the door, but from my room, I could hear mom 's odoriferous moans, whimper and cry of joy, and I had laid in my bed, stroking myself over and over again, listening to my sweet, busty mom get defiled by a smutty man on her bed.

I had woken up that Nox with a starting time, unsure of what time it was. From the dim Light I guess it was just the minute 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 pitch-black man mom had brought home plate 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 grovel into bed with mom, the Lapp bed where I had often held her while she had cried after the divorce, taking her well-fucked dead body in my blazonry and rubbing my peter against her subdued body. In the end I chickened out, backing out in the hall. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a span of mom's panties near the room access. I quickly grabbed them as I made my leak. In my own elbow room I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very sexy. I brought them to my nuzzle, inhaling deeply mom's sweet olfactory property. I looked around my room, wondering where I could hide out them.

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

The adjacent morning, we both had woken up late. Mom didn't mention anything about last night, and I also knew better to bring it up. Mom just looked tired and sleepy, no dubiety 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 understandable why mom was moving so slowly and gingerly, her soft white body was probably still sore from last Night. I noticed that the sash of her gown was let loose ; giving me an eyeful of her soft, Edward White tits that were spilling out of her fragile nightie. She was either too tired, or did not give care enough to close her robe, oblivious of the perfect view I was getting of her sweet, luscious creamy breasts.

I had a brief wink of the total darkness man's marked-up lips sucking on mom 's sweet titties, slurping and slobbering on her subdued, whitish white flesh and suckling on her delicious, strawberry pink nipple, very much like I used to do years ago, and despite having lost counting of the number of times I had cum death night, listening to my confection, busty mom getting fucked all night by a black man, my turncock throbbed and started getting hard in my PJs yet again, which were still crusty from last night .