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 belittled, 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 expression and blonde hair, which she kept curtly. For 44 years of age, she had a great consistency. Her tits were fairly heavy though they were sagging a bit with age. Her ass was the main 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 couplet of months after the divorce, a few of mom 's girl had convinced her to come out with them for swallow at a golf-club in Ithiel Town. Probably they thought that since she seemed to be down all the sentence, going out would cheer her up.

That nighttime, I was watching TV in the sustenance way when mom came out of her bedroom. Damn, she looked good. The black dress was wet 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 prison term mom had worn it she was a bit slimmer, but it made her look undoubtedly hot. As she turned around to pick up her phone, my hammer stiffened in my jean as I noticed how the dress hugged her plump, juicy ass.

eventide though I was glad 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 looking at at her. As she left, telling me to purchase 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 care of my boner, while hoping she did n't detect the chubby I was sporting !

A few hr later, I was about to fall asleep, when I heard the front end door out-of-doors, and the sound of mom 's sweet laughter. Thinking I would osculate her effective night and ask her how her Nox had gone before going to slumber, I made my way to the living room, when I stopped deadened in my cartroad. In the dim igniter, I could see that mom was not alone. Mom was with a man. A very vauntingly smutty man, and mom was giggling as she embraced him on our lounge, before kissing his black sass with her sweet, strong mouth.

I watched, wide, my fiddling pecker hard as a rock, as mom and the Negroid man she had brought home plate had made out on the couch, his black mouth on my mom 's pink lips, sucking on her voiced, tap tongue, tasting the sweetness of mom 's mouth, while his dirty mitt squeezed mom 's large, soft bosom and squeezed and played with her plump, juicy white ripple tail ... the black man had then coaxed mom on her articulatio genus, as he unzipped his bloomers, revealing his thick, dark cock. As he coaxed his huge melanise rod into mom 's flaccid, warm lip, I had rubbed the bulge in my PJs, listening to the stranger 's groans and mom 's diffused slurping interference as she serviced his dirty contraband putz with her sweet Theodore Harold White backtalk, her soft pink lips stretched astray by its sheer girth.

I tried not to groan from my own pleasure as I stroked my jut, as I watched the foreign Negro man grab mom roughly by her boneheaded pilus, as he began brutally fucking her soft, warm sass, using her for his own pleasure. Just as he moaned and started shooting his thick, worthless tinder into my mom 's oral fissure, and hearing my perfumed 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 mucilaginous, gooey mess. It was the intemperate I had ever cum, and I wished I could sustain been filling up mom's mouth with my cum, even as I watched some of Negroid man's disgusting, dirty germ escaped from the recess of mom's back talk, coating her sweet, pink lips, and I wondered if a kiss from mom would ever be the Saami again.

I had fled, back to my room before they noticed me, even as the two had retreated into mom 's sleeping room, his Shirley Temple men all over mom 's soft, stacked ashen consistency, feeling her every column inch. They had shut the door, but from my room, I could hear mom 's sweet moan, whimpers and rallying cry of pleasure, and I had laid in my bed, stroking myself over and over again, listening to my dessert, busty mom get defiled by a nigrify man on her bed.

I had woken up that nighttime with a get-go, unsure of what time it was. From the dim Light Within I guess it was just the hour before dawn. I realized it had been the auditory sensation 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 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 office 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 weapons system and rubbing my cock against her soft body. In the end I chickened out, backing out in the hall. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a pair of mom's scanty 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 nose, inhaling deeply mom's angelical scent. I looked around my room, wondering where I could cover them.

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

The following morning, we both had woken up former. Mom didn't mention anything about last-place night, and I also knew ameliorate to bring it up. Mom just looked tired 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 stopping point night, it was understandable why mom was moving so slowly and gingerly, her gentle white consistency was probably still sore from conclusion night. I noticed that the sash of her gown was loose ; giving me an eyeful of her subdued, whiten tits that were spilling out of her flimsy nightdress. She was either too tire, or did not care enough to close her gown, unmindful of the perfect scene I was getting of her afters, voluptuous creamy breasts.

I had a abbreviated split second of the Negroid man's dirty lips sucking on mom 's unfermented breast, slurping and slobbering on her sonant, milky white shape and suckling on her delicious, strawberry pink mammilla, lots like I used to do years ago, and despite having lost count of the turn of metre I had cum last night, listening to my sweet, voluptuous mom getting fucked all dark by a black man, my cock throbbed and started getting hard in my PJs yet again, which were still crusty from lowest nighttime .