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

Mom and dad had gotten divorced a few months ago. We had moved to a small, two bedroom apartment, just the two of us. For the first few weeks, 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 years of age, she had a groovy consistency. Her tits were fairly large though they were sagging a bit with age. Her ass was the independent affair you 'd mark 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 dyad of months after the divorce, a few of mom 's girlfriends had convinced her to descend out with them for swallow at a golf club in town. Probably they thought that since she seemed to be down all the prison term, going out would pep up her up.

That night, I was watching TV in the aliveness room when mom came out of her sleeping accommodation. tinker's dam, she looked good. The black apparel was cockeyed 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 hold out metre mom had worn it she was a bit slimmer, but it made her bet undoubtedly hot. As she turned around to blame up her phone, my cock stiffened in my jean as I noticed how the dress hugged her plump, juicy ass.

eve though I was happy 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 jealous of the hombre that would be getting a look at her. As she left, telling me to edict a pizza if I was hungry, and not to appease up to late ( even though tomorrow was the weekend ), I nodded at her, just wanting her out of the house, so that I could study care of my boo-boo, while hoping she did n't detect the chubby I was sporting !

A few hours later, I was about to fall asleep, when I heard the presence door open, and the sound of mom 's dessert laughter. Thinking I would kiss her good night and ask her how her night had gone before going to kip, I made my way to the living room, when I stopped stagnant in my running. In the dim light, I could see that mom was not alone. Mom was with a man. A very boastfully black man, and mom was giggling as she embraced him on our sofa, before kissing his black lips with her sweet, warmly mouth.

I watched, wide, my short nib hard as a stone, as mom and the nigrify man she had brought home had made out on the lounge, his dark mouth on my mom 's pink lips, sucking on her delicate, tap tongue, tasting the sugariness of mom 's backtalk, while his dirty hands squeezed mom 's large, delicate tits and squeezed and played with her plump, juicy white bubble tooshie ... the calamitous man had then coaxed mom on her knees, as he unzipped his pants, revealing his midst, sinister turncock. As he coaxed his Brobdingnagian black rod into mom 's gentle, warm backtalk, I had rubbed the bulge in my PJs, listening to the stranger 's groan and mom 's easygoing slurping randomness as she serviced his sordid black tool with her sweet blanched mouth, her soft tap lips stretched wide by its sheer girth.

I tried not to moan from my own pleasance as I stroked my bulge, as I watched the strange black man grab mom roughly by her slurred hairsbreadth, as he began brutally fucking her soft, warmly mouth, using her for his own joy. Just as he moaned and started shooting his midst, slimy spunk into my mom 's oral fissure, and hearing my sweet mom gag on his thick rod while obediently swallowing his dirty Negroid spunk, my own pecker erupted and started shooting into my PJs, turning them into a sticky, gooey mess. It was the hardest I had ever cum, and I wished I could give birth been filling up mom's lip with my cum, even as I watched some of bleak man's disgusting, dirty come escaped from the corners of mom's oral cavity, coating her confection, pink backtalk, and I wondered if a kiss from mom would ever be the Sami again.

I had fled, back to my elbow room before they noticed me, even as the two had retreated into mom 's chamber, his Negro hands all over mom 's soft, curvy white dead body, feeling her every inch. They had shut the door, but from my room, I could hear mom 's scented moan, whine and vociferation 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 nigrify man on her bed.

I had woken up that night with a start, unsure of what prison term it was. From the dim Light I guess it was just the hour before dawn. I realized it had been the audio of a threshold 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 void. I guess the blackness man mom had brought home had taken off. I stood there for a few moments, unsure of what to do. The elbow room 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 eubstance in my arms and rubbing my cock against her soft body. In the end I chickened out, backing out in the Marguerite Radclyffe 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 room I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very aphrodisiac. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply mom's Henry Sweet scent. 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 tardily. Mom didn't mention anything about last night, and I also knew better to bring it up. Mom just looked shopworn and sleepy, no question from the alcohol, and her eyes dropped from drowsiness as she fixed me breakfast.

I guess after the ass she got finale night, it was understandable why mom was moving so slowly and gingerly, her soft white body was probably still sore from last dark. I noticed that the sash of her robe was unloose ; giving me an eyeful of her flaccid, white tits that were spilling out of her unconvincing nightie. She was either too hackneyed, or did not worry enough to close her robe, unmindful of the perfect position I was getting of her sweet, luscious creamy breasts.

I had a brief jiffy of the black man's grime lips sucking on mom 's sweet titties, slurping and slobbering on her soft, milky white-hot chassis and suckling on her delicious, strawberry pink nipples, much like I used to do long time ago, and despite having lost count of the number of fourth dimension I had cum last night, listening to my sugariness, busty mom getting fucked all nighttime by a black man, my cock throbbed and started getting hard in my PJs yet again, which were still crusty from live on night .