This happened 3 years 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 gear few calendar week, mom had been pretty down, often crying, while I would hold her to console her. Mom to me, was hot. She had a fairly pretty face and blond hair's-breadth, which she kept short-circuit. For 44 years of age, she had a enceinte body. Her tits were fairly large 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 teenager, I had the hots for her.

A couple of months after the divorce, a few of mom 's girl had convinced her to amount out with them for drinks at a club in town. Probably they thought that since she seemed to be down all the metre, going out would cheer her up.

That Night, I was watching TV in the support way when mom came out of her bedroom. shucks, she looked good. The black clothes was cockeyed about her curvy, mature consistency and was low cut, showing a lot of her cleavage, and I do n't recall she was wearing a bra. I guess the last time mom had worn it she was a bit slight, but it made her look undoubtedly hot. As she turned around to foot up her phone, my shaft stiffened in my jeans as I noticed how the apparel hugged her plump, juicy ass.

even 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 guys that would be getting a look at her. As she left, telling me to lodge a pizza pie 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 involve care of my boner, while hoping she did n't notice the chubby I was sporting !

A few hr later, I was about to come down asleep, when I heard the front door open, and the speech sound of mom 's sweet laughter. thought process I would kiss her serious Night and ask her how her dark had gone before going to sleep, I made my way to the living elbow room, when I stopped dead in my tracks. In the dim Light, I could see that mom was not alone. Mom was with a man. A very enceinte Black man, and mom was giggling as she embraced him on our couch, before kissing his black rim with her sweet, warm up mouth.

I watched, simple, my short pecker hard as a John Rock, as mom and the black man she had brought home had made out on the couch, his black mouth on my mom 's pink backtalk, sucking on her subdued, pinko tongue, tasting the bouquet of mom 's sassing, while his dirty hands squeezed mom 's large, soft titmouse and squeezed and played with her plump, juicy blanched babble butt ... the black man had then coaxed mom on her knees, as he unzipped his pants, revealing his midst, nighttime cock. As he coaxed his immense dim rod into mom 's soft, warm mouth, I had rubbed the bulge in my PJs, listening to the unknown 's groans and mom 's easy slurping randomness as she serviced his dirty black cock with her sweet white mouth, her subdued pink lips stretched blanket by its sheer girth.

I tried not to moan from my own pleasure as I stroked my protrusion, as I watched the unusual black man snap mom roughly by her thick hair, as he began brutally fucking her diffused, lovesome 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 sweet mom gag on his thick rod while obediently swallowing his dirty black spunk, my own pecker erupted and started shooting into my PJs, turning them into a sticky, gooey mess. It was the backbreaking I had ever cum, and I wished I could induce been filling up mom's mouth with my cum, even as I watched some of Negro man's disgusting, dirty come escaped from the corners of mom's mouth, coating her afters, pink mouth, and I wondered if a kiss from mom would ever be the same again.

I had fled, back to my room before they noticed me, even as the two had retreated into mom 's bedroom, his black script all over mom 's soft, curvy white eubstance, feeling her every inch. They had shut the doorway, but from my way, I could hear mom 's mellisonant moan, whimper and cry of pleasure, and I had laid in my bed, stroking myself over and over again, listening to my sweet, stacked mom get defiled by a black man on her bed.

I had woken up that nighttime with a starting signal, unsure of what fourth dimension it was. From the dim brightness level I guess it was just the hour before dawn. I realized it had been the phone of a room access 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 abandon. 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 swither. 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 divorce, taking her well-fucked body in my arms and rubbing my hammer against her mild physical structure. 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 doorway. I quickly grabbed them as I made my escape. In my own elbow room I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very sexy. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply mom's mellifluous aroma. I looked around my room, wondering where I could hide out them.

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

The next morning, we both had woken up late. Mom didn't quotation 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 finis dark, it was understandable why mom was moving so slowly and gingerly, her piano gabardine body was probably still sore from finish night. I noticed that the waistcloth of her robe was loose ; giving me an eyeful of her soft, white tits that were spilling out of her fragile nightgown. She was either too timeworn, or did not care enough to conclude her robe, forgetful of the perfect purview I was getting of her sweet, scrumptious creamy breasts.

I had a abbreviated flash of the melanize man's dirty lips sucking on mom 's Sweet boob, slurping and slobbering on her soft, whitish albumen frame and suckling on her pleasant-tasting, strawberry pink nipples, much like I used to do long time ago, and despite having lost count of the numeral of time I had cum final stage night, listening to my confection, curvaceous mom getting fucked all night by a black man, my cock throbbed and started getting hard in my PJs yet again, which were still crusty from go Night .