Misc. Erotica My Brother and the bullies

[Brat404]

Elliott was shocked by his mother's invitation, and he stood there unable to even speak.
"That sounds perfect, doesn't it, guys?" Jamal replied, now grinning from ear to ear.

"That would be fantastic. I love pizza," Gunner said. Zeke chimed in his approval as well.
"Do you have to call your parents and make sure it's okay?" Tanya asked.
The three boys all looked at each other, sharing a quiet smile. "Uh yeah, we'll do that," Jamal said, pulling a cell phone out of his back pocket. "But I'm sure it'll be fine. Being Friday night and all, our parents won't mind."
"Well that's great. Like you said, it's not far. I think we can all fit in our SUV."
"That's okay, Mrs. Cox. My van is right over there." Jamal gestured to an older-looking panel van parked a few spots down from her car. It had an elongated cab, the type that had two rows of seats before the storage area at the rear. "We'll follow you."
"Oh, okay," she said as she strode towards her car and got in. She started the car and then poked her head out the window as the three young men started towards the van. "Don't forget to call your parents."
They gave each other another shared look before Jamal spoke as he held up his phone. "Absolutely, we'll do that right now."
"Good, I'll wait for you to follow me."
"Mom, I don't know about this?" Elliott said once Tanya backed out of the parking spot and Jamal had the van underway.
"It'll be fine, Elliott," Tanya replied as she reached over and patted her son on the leg. "You just worry too much. I bet these boys will be on their best behavior. You'll see."
Elliott just shook his head and looked out the window, wondering what he, and his mother, were in for.
It only took a few minutes before Tanya hit the button for the garage door and pulled right in. Jamal pulled the van into the driveway behind them. They stepped out of the van, and Tanya noticed the envious look on their faces as they looked at the big house.
"Nice crib," Jamal said as they followed Tanya and Elliott to the front door.
"Thank you, Jamal. We like it." Tanya opened the door and the entourage followed her inside. Tanya decided to be safe and stashed her purse in the front hall closet before walking further into the house. "Well, this is it." She gestured to the open concept of the main floor, the large great room, kitchen, and dining area combined into one elegant space, with a portion of the family room soaring two storeys high. A fireplace in a stone wall rose impressively at one end of the room. A large bank of glass on the back wall looked out over a large pool that was surrounded by a board fence, which was barely visible behind mature landscaping that looked comfortably inviting, while at the same time providing a high degree of privacy. The houses in this well-to-do area were spaced well apart, and not one neighbor's house was visible beyond the lush landscaping and tall fencing.
The three boys looked around, Gunner and Zeke with their mouths gaping open as they looked at the tastefully decorated home and magnificent backyard. Jamal turned and faced Tanya. "Yes, this is a very nice house you have here." He paused for a second, his eyes blatantly drifting down to her heavy set of tits, wondrously displayed in her tight-fitting golf shirt. "There are so many things here that the three of us would never see at home." Tanya flushed under his gaze, but at the same time, she felt a tingling shiver go down her spine. "Um, where's MISTER Cox?" Jamal asked, emphasizing the 'Mister'.
Tanya had a wry smile on her face as she shook her head. "There is no Mr. Cox. We divorced a number of years back. It's just me and Elliott now."
With this valuable tidbit of information, the boys looked at her differently now as they exchanged a knowing glance between the three of them. "Oh, that's too bad," Jamal said, his eyes boring into her curvy body. "I'm sorry to hear that. You two here on your own in this big house, with no male Cox to help you with everything you need."
"Well, there is Elliott, and he does what he can."
Jamal looked at Elliott, and then back to Tanya. "But we all have our strengths and weaknesses. We all know that Elliott's main strength is his brain, and that's why we're here for his tutoring help. I'm sure Elliott can do a number of things to help out, but when it comes to more strenuous physical things, well, I think you have to admit, Elliott is kind of a small Cox. For those things that Elliott is just not big enough to handle, that's what I mean when I say it would be nice to have some big male Cox around. I'm sure when Mr. Cox was here, he'd help to fill your needs that way."
Tanya felt herself flushing, both under the boys' ogling stares and Jamal's provocative use of her last name. "Umm...well, like I said, we do just fine."
"Oh, I'm sure you do," Jamal said, shrugging his shoulders as he gave her a charming smile, his teeth blazing white as he lightened the discussion. "I'm just saying that if you find you have a job that is too much for Elliott, me and the guys would be more than happy to lend a hand and provide you with all the male Cox that you're lacking." He paused as he let his gaze wonder longingly over her smoking-hot body, his eyes lingering on the prominent shelf of her tits. "Yes, we're quite willing to give you all the male Cox that—whether you realize it or not—that I'm sure you need."
Tanya was flushing beet red, but felt a nasty shiver run down her spine as she'd been listening to Jamal's suggestive words. She felt the dampness between her legs get worse, and a little trickle of emulsion seeped out of her pussy. She was glad she was wearing panties. Jamal had a controlled hypnotic tone to his voice, and Tanya felt listening to him was like watching a swinging watch. She felt mesmerized as he spoke, every word going right through to the pit of her soul, as if he could read her mind. Realizing Jamal's provocative words had almost lulled her into a trance, Tanya shook her head to snap herself out of it. She knew she had to change the subject to break things up a bit. "Would you boys like a cold drink?" She strode over to the fridge, three sets of eyes following her every movement.
"Got any beer?" Gunner asked. Zeke nodded next to his friend.
Gunner's question caught Tanya off guard. They were too young to legally drink, but they did come from a questionable neighborhood. She realized she shouldn't have been surprised. "Um, no. I'm sorry. I don't care for beer myself, and Elliott's too young. We have some soda, if you like."
Zeke looked disappointed. "What about Red Bull? You got any Red Bull?"
"No, sorry. Just soda, juice, or water."
"Just a Coke or a Pepsi will do. Whatever you have will be fine. Thank you very much. Right, guys?" Jamal replied, giving the other two a stern look. They caught his drift and nodded thankfully as Tanya passed Cokes all around. When she handed one to Jamal, he patted her on the back in thanks, his big black hand sliding down her back and off the curve of her bum. She looked at him, but he was already taking a swig of his drink, as if the movement of his hand had been purely accidental. Wondering if she was just imagining things, Tanya pulled out her cell phone and searched through the contacts list.
"We usually order pizza from Mario's. Is that okay with you guys?"
"Yep, Mario's makes the best," Jamal said as the other two nodded in agreement.
"Is there any special kind that you'd like? Elliott and I usually get a deluxe."
"What about Meat Lovers? Do you like a lot of meat, Tanya?"
Tanya found herself somewhat flummoxed by Jamal's suggestive question, but did her best to avert her eyes as she responded. "Uh, yes. Meat Lovers will be fine." She placed the order for two extra larges: one deluxe, one Meat Lovers.
As she'd been making the call, the three boys had wandered over to the bank of windows facing out over the backyard, taking in the view of their richly-landscaped yard and pool. "Wow, that's a gorgeous pool, Mrs. Cox," Jamal said once she'd finished her call. He pointed to the hot tub sitting to one side of the pool. "That hot tub looks fantastic too. And all those trees and bushes make it totally private. You'd never see anything like this in our 'hood."
"Well, thank you, Jamal. We like it." She paused as she thought about what he'd just said, and what she was hoping to accomplish by having the boys come over, and that maybe they could get to know Elliott better. "The pool. How would you boys like to come for a swim sometime?"
The three boys shared a look before Jamal replied. "That would be wonderful. That's so kind of you." He looked at his two buddies. "How about tomorrow? Does that work for you guys?"
"Works for me," Gunner said.
"I've got nothing on the go," Zeke piped in.
"And it's perfect for me too." Jamal turned back to face Tanya. "So, tomorrow then?"
Things were happening a little faster than Tanya expected, but if this was going to be part of her plan, she figured the sooner the boys got to know Elliott, the better. "Okay. Great. Tomorrow it is."
"That's fantastic." Jamal stepped back across the room and stopped at the big dark dining room table. "And maybe, if Elliott doesn't mind, we could start in with those tutoring sessions this weekend as well."
"Elliott?" Tanya turned and looked at her young son, uncertainty written all over his face.
Elliott gulped as he looked from his mother to the three toughs, and back again. "Uh...I...I guess it would be okay."
"I think this is going to work out just fine." Jamal ran his fingertips over the surface of the dining room table. "I guess we'd have those tutoring sessions right here. There's lots of room on this table." He paused as he looked at Tanya's tanned legs before his eyes rose to hers. "Yeah, lots of room on here to spread out, if you know what I mean."
He had that licentious tone in his voice and Tanya felt herself tingling through every nerve as she saw him look her up and down. He finally diverted his eyes back to the table. "It's a beautiful table. What is it, walnut?"
"Uh, yes. Black walnut," Tanya said.
"Very nice. I love the color. It feels so nice under your fingertips. Do you like to feel the rich black color under your fingertips, Mrs. Cox?"
Tanya felt a lump in her throat as the young man traced his fingertips suggestively back and forth along the top of the heavy wood table, his fingers travelling about a foot in each direction over the lustrous black surface. "Yes, the color and feel of it was the main reason I picked it out."
"You have excellent taste, Mrs. Cox. The color is so rich and luxurious, and the surface is so hard and yet so smooth, I can see why you'd like to touch it."
Everything the young man was saying seemed to throw Tanya for a loop, but she couldn't deny the sexual undertones of his words, and she could feel her heart racing as she wondered what he was thinking in his head. The pumping blood racing through her veins seemed to be settling between her legs, and she knew her sizable clit was engorged, like it always was when she was aroused. She clamped her legs closer together, trying to keep the seeping juices from soaking into her panties. She knew she had to do something, or she might end up having a little orgasm right there, just listening to Jamal's suggestive words as he spoke in that hypnotic lulling tone of his. "Umm, Elliott, why don't you show the boys your video games? You can play a bit before the pizza comes."
"Uh, okay," Elliott replied as he gestured towards the family room. Gunner and Zeke followed him over while Jamal lagged behind in the kitchen, his eyes feasting on Tanya. As Elliott turned on the big TV and got out his controllers, Jamal waited for the sound of the game to come on before speaking.
"Are you sure you're Elliott's mother? I swear you could pass for his older sister."
"That's sweet of you to say, Jamal, but I know you're just being polite."
"No, I mean it. When you came out of that car, there was no way I would have said you were his mother." Jamal made no attempt to hide his intentions as his dark eyes roamed blatantly over Tanya's curvy hourglass shape, his eyes lingering a long time on her breasts. "None of the mothers in our neighborhood look anywhere near as hot as you."
Tanya realized it had been a long time—a very long time—since anyone had complimented her and looked at her that way. She couldn't remember if anyone had ever called her "hot". She'd been called a "fox" when she was younger, but "hot" was the term the kids used nowadays. And even though Jamal was just a young man who was in the same grade as her son, it was still nice to hear. It made her feel good about the efforts she'd made to take care of herself. And this Jamal, with his impressive height and wide shoulders, powerful arms and toned body, he definitely didn't look like a collegeboy—no, he looked all man to her. Both Gunner and Zeke looked more like men too, both strong and well-built. As she looked at Jamal, her mind quickly jumped back to that day she'd witnessed her husband giving that black man a blow job out by their pool, and how big that man's cock had been. She wondered... she wondered if Jamal had a cock to rival the one she'd seen, the one that man had dragged across her husband's face, the oozing tip leaving a nasty trail of discharge that glistened wickedly. And there was something about Jamal's voice...something almost hypnotic in the way he spoke, something that had her mind wondering to things like the size of his cock. Just the tone of his rich low voice seemed to go right through to tickle at her slumbering libido, sending the blood rushing to her head and throughout her body until she was almost dizzy with the nasty thoughts she was having. She had to shake herself once more to break herself out of the trancelike state she seemed on the verge of slipping into. She fanned herself with her hand, feeling her face flushing under his gaze. "Um, well, thank you again. Every woman likes to be complimented, and I do appreciate it."
"A beautiful woman like you should be complimented every day. Take what you're wearing, for example. It looks fantastic on you." He gave her the one-hundred-watt smile as he gestured towards her golf outfit.
"This old thing," Tanya replied as she waved her hand, sloughing off his comment. She couldn't believe how college-girlish she was acting in this young man's presence, but she couldn't help it. "It's just something I threw on to go golfing with my sister."
"Not a twin sister that's single by any chance?" Jamal said, giving her a little wink as he let his gaze wander up and down over her curvy mature body, making no attempt to disguise where he was looking.
Tanya felt herself blushing again, but she admitted to herself that she was liking the attention, even if it was from a teenager. "No, my sister is single, but we're not twins. She's two years younger than me."
"Is she as beautiful as you?"
Tanya laughed out loud. "Now, Jamal, you stop that. You're just being a flirt."
The young black man put up his hands defensively. "Hey, what can I say, I call 'em as I see 'em."
"Thank you anyway. And my sister, we do look very similar, but she's a bit taller." Tanya stepped over to the counter and opened one of the upper cupboards. "Now, I better set the table."
As she stretched to reach for some plates, Jamal noticed the way her little golf skirt rode up the back of her full creamy thighs, the curve of her round bum seeming to call out to him. He closed the distance between the two of them quickly, reaching over her. "Here, let me help you with that." He reached past her, grabbing the plates in his big hand.
Caught unawares, Tanya was trapped between him and the counter. She felt his large body swallow hers up as if shrouded beneath a masculine cloak, his male essence hitting her senses at the same time his body pressed against her rear end. He rolled himself slightly against her as he reached into the cupboard, and she could have sworn she felt a thick pipe-like protrusion slip into the crevasse of her backside. She felt herself gasp at the unexpected feeling, but she didn't pull away, and her heart started to pound as he rolled his hips salaciously. The pipe-like protrusion seemed to stiffen, and then, he was gone. She turned, beads of sweat appearing on her brow as he stood in front of her, his hands holding five plates. He had an innocent look on his face as he gave her a quick smile before putting the plates on the table. But she saw a flash in his eyes before he stepped away, as if he could read her mind.
"Is there anything else you need help with?" Jamal said as he came back towards her, his hand sliding down across his hip. Her eyes were drawn to the indelicate movement, and she found herself looking at his crotch.
"Oh my God," Tanya said to herself, looking at the bulge in his jeans. He was wearing somewhat loose-fitting low-slung jeans cinched tight at the hips with a wide leather belt. The worn denim now showed the outline of a huge cock, bigger than any she'd ever seen before. She found herself gulping as she looked at the sausage-like protrusion. Jamal absentmindedly scratched along the length of his dick as she watched, as if in a trance, unable to speak, unable to move.
"Excuse me...Mrs. Cox?"
Jamal's words broke her out of her reverie and she looked up at him, seeing that knowing look in his eyes again. "Uh...I'm sorry," she gulped out. "Wh...what was that?"
"I was asking if there's anything else you want me to reach down for you?"
She thought about how it had felt when he'd pressed himself against her. "Uh yes, of course. I guess we could use some glasses."
"Great. Where are they?"
"They're over here." Tanya stepped along the counter and opened another cupboard as she reached up, but looked over her shoulder at Jamal at the same time.
"No problem," Jamal said as he came up behind her and pressed his body against her backside as he reached up over her again, enveloping her with his broad muscular body.
Tanya reached down with both hands to the counter top to steady herself as she breathed deeply, her senses stirring under the earthy masculine fragrance of his young body. He rolled his hips against her as he stretched up, the log-like slab of meat between his legs fitting nicely between her curvy bum-cheeks. He rose up on his tip-toes as he retrieved a couple of glasses and then set them down on the counter before reaching for more, his actions causing his stiffening prick to slide up and down over the back of her skirt. She could feel his swollen cock clearly through his jeans and the material of her skirt, and the way it was rising up between their connected bodies, she knew there was no way he was wearing underwear beneath his jeans. It was just too prominent, too hard.
"Oh fuck," Tanya muttered under her breath, her mouth open as she gasped. Her mind was reeling at the thought of how big his cock must be. She could tell that it wasn't fully hard, but it seemed to be as big as her arm. He set down two more glasses, and then stopped as he spoke to her, his body still pressed against hers.
"Is that good? Do you want more?" He pointed to the four glasses he'd placed on the counter, and Tanya understood the meaning of his provocative question. They both knew there were five of them that were going to be eating.
"Yes. One more, please?" Her response was almost a plea, her voice rising at the end as she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes needy.
He gave her a knowing smile as he moved closer against her. "Sure, I can give you one more...er...I mean, I can get one more."
Jamal bent his knees slightly before reaching up into the cupboard, dragging the entire length of his semi-rigid dick from the bottom of her bum to the top, rolling his hips teasingly as he fit it right in between the beckoning orbs or her curvy backside. Tanya was overcome by what he was doing. It had all come on so surprising and yet it was literally touching nerves deep inside her that had been dormant for a long time. Instinctively, she found herself pressing back against him, wanting to feel his stiffness against her. He slowly slid backwards, dragging his cock down, and then up once more, nice and slow.
"Aaahh," Tanya let out a tiny gasp as a mini-orgasm overtook her. She felt herself quivering as the exquisite sensations coursed through her aroused mature body. Her pussy was tingling like crazy as the young man rolled his hips against her lush bum, her juices seeping into her panties.
Jamal slowly set the final glass down with the others, holding himself pressed against her as she rode out her little climax. "I think that's good for now, don't you?" he asked, finally stepping back from her.
"Uh, yes. Thank you. Thank you, Jamal," Tanya said as she turned and smooth down the back of her skirt. She reached up and brushed a strand of honey-blonde hair that had dropped across her face, wiping the sweat from her brow at the same time. The doorbell rang, which saved her from having to face him after what had just happened.
"Ah, saved by the bell," Jamal said as he gave her a knowing smile before stepping away. She watched him adjust the massive slab of cockmeat beneath his jeans as he stepped into the living room to join his friends.
"Do you want me to get it, Mom?" Elliott asked.
"Uh, no. I'll take care of it," Tanya hurriedly replied, knowing she had to compose herself. She smoothed down her skirt again before striding towards the front of the house, stopping at the hall closet to retrieve the purse she'd stashed out of harm's way.
"Hi, Mrs. Cox," the delivery boy said when she opened the door. It was the usual boy who delivered to their neighborhood, a tall strapping young black kid named Derek. "Got some visitors?"
"Uh, what?" Tanya replied, still flustered after what had happened between her and Jamal in the kitchen. The delivery boy gestured to the elongated van in the driveway.
"You ordered more than your usual deluxe, and then I noticed the van in the driveway, so I figured you had company."
"Oh yes, of course, Derek. It...it's just some of Elliott's friends from college." Tanya looked down as she dug into her purse for some cash. She noticed her nipples were hard as pebbles, no doubt from the arousal she'd felt in the kitchen just moments before. When she looked up with the cash in her hand, she noticed the delivery boy looking right at her chest, his eyes wide open. "Uh, here you go. That should cover it." She handed over a number of bills, making sure she gave the youngster a generous tip.
"Are you all right, Mrs. Cox? You look a little flushed," Derek said as he took the cash and handed over the pizzas, his eyes flicking between his favorite customer's ample chest and her lovely face.
"Yes. I...I'm fine. I was just doing some work in the kitchen."
"Well, if you ever need help with anything around the house, I'd be more than willing to lend a hand. An attractive woman like you shouldn't have to worry about doing strenuous work," the young black man replied, his eyes flicking down to her thrusting nipples once more.
Tanya wondered what was going on today. It had been a long time since she'd had so many people pay attention to her, and the fact that it was from young men the same age as her son just seemed to make it all the more illicit and exciting. It wasn't lost on her that Derek was black, just like Jamal. And like Jamal had suggested earlier, Derek was now offering to help her with strenuous work around the house. For some reason, she found herself glancing down at his crotch. She noticed a little pulsing throb as she noticed him looking once more at her chest. She swallowed as she took in the impressive proportions of his noticeable package. From the suggestive tone in his statement about offering to help her, she wondered if he considered fucking to be strenuous work. From the looks of that bulge in his pants, he definitely looked ready for it. She wondered if she was going cock-crazy all of a sudden—teenage cock-crazy. Or was it teenage, black cock crazy? Tanya shook her head, snapping herself out of her dizzying thoughts. "Thanks, Derek. That's so sweet of you to offer. I'll keep that in mind. Now, I'd better get this inside to my guests."
"Great. Just remember, if you need help with something, just call the restaurant and they can get in touch with me."
As he stepped back, Tanya took a quick look at the definite swelling in his crotch. Once again, she wondered how big the boy's cock was. "Okay. I'll remember that. Call the restaurant to get you. Thanks again." She closed the door and leaned against it, taking a few deep breaths to right herself. "Oh my gosh, what's come over me? First, that thing with Jamal, and now Derek," she thought to herself. Shaking her head, she made her way back to the kitchen, pizza in hand.
Tanya called the boys to the table, making sure to avoid Jamal's eyes as much as she could. As they dug into the pizzas, Gunner and Zeke engaged Elliott in conversation about the video game they'd been playing, much to Tanya's relief. There was nothing confrontational in their tone, and Zeke gave Elliott a playful tap on the shoulder at one point. Tanya hoped her plan was starting to work out.
"I'm sorry, we don't have much for dessert, other than ice cream," Tanya said once the last slice of pizza had disappeared.
"Ice cream will be fine," Jamal said, once again answering for all three boys. When Tanya nodded and went to get up, he reached out and stopped her, his big mitt accidentally brushing across her breasts as he reached across her body. "Just stay seated, Mrs. Cox, you've done enough for us already. I'll take care of this."
"Oh well, thank you, Jamal. The ice cream's in the freezer." She pointed to the lower compartment on the big stainless steel fridge.
"Great, no problem. Do you have any cones, by any chance?"
"Uh, yes, we do. There's a box in the pantry. Elliott, can you get those, please? And grab the ice cream scoop too."
"Sure, Mom." Elliott retrieved the cones and scoop while Jamal carried two containers of ice cream to the table.
"Okay, it looks like we've got butterscotch swirl or chocolate here," Jamal said as he picked up the scoop and looked over at Tanya. "What'll it be?"
"Butterscotch swirl for me," Zeke blurted out.
"Hey!" Jamal said curtly, pointing the scoop at Zeke. "Mind your manners. Let our fine hostess go first."
He turned back to Tanya, that disarming smile on his face that had that same shiver running down her spine again.
"Um, chocolate, please."
"That's what I thought you'd say. Good choice." Jamal effortlessly carved off a couple of scoops before handing the cone to Tanya. He served Elliott next before his two pals. He made another chocolate cone for himself. The chatter around the table quieted as they all attacked their dessert.
"Mmm, this is good," Jamal said, his broad tongue sweeping across the glistening ice cream. "How's yours, Mrs. Cox?"
Tanya noticed his eyes flick to her mouth as she licked the cone, the provocative look in his dark eyes sending another jolt down between her legs. "It's good, thank you."
"It's a nice sensation, isn't it?"
"Uh, what's that?" she asked, his words and tone disarming her again.
"The sensation. Feeling your lips on the rich smooth chocolate surface as your tongue licks all over the part that's in your mouth. And then that delightful feeling as the melting part slides off the tip onto your tongue, that rich chocolate flavor making your taste buds tingle." He paused as Tanya flushed, her eyes gazing at her gleaming cone as she listened to his words. "And there's nothing like that silky smooth sensation as the cool chocolate cream slides right down your throat, deep into your belly. After you get that first taste, you know there's nothing that can stop you from wanting more." Jamal could see her mouth open as she drew in a shallow breath, her lips shiny from the surface of the cone. He stared boldly at her mouth, loving the fullness of her pouty lips, knowing exactly what he wanted to put between them. "That's the way I feel about chocolate. Do you feel that way too, Mrs. Cox?"
He finally averted his eyes as he went back to licking his own cone, letting Tanya compose herself. "Um, yes, I guess I do," Tanya replied, reluctantly going back to eating her cone, noticing all eyes were on her, including Elliott's. She knew she had to do something to break the sensual tension in the room. "So, what movie should we watch tonight? Any suggestions?"
Gunner and Zeke were about to answer before Jamal put up his hand, stopping them. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Cox, but we won't be able to stay. We really appreciate the pizza and ice cream, but we've kind of got dates tonight. Right, guys?"
Gunner and Zeke caught the stern look in Jamal's eye and quickly agreed. "Oh yeah. That's right. I almost forgot," Gunner said as Zeke nodded.
Tanya found herself feeling surprisingly defeated. She realized she'd been hoping the boys would actually stay, and she knew it wasn't just for Elliott's benefit, she was enjoying the attention as well. It was mostly Jamal, but the way Gunner and Zeke had looked at her through dinner made her feel excited as well. She figured it was the fact that she just wasn't used to getting this much attention, and she felt selfish and foolish when she thought about it. "Oh well, uh, that's too bad. Maybe another time?" She surprised herself again after listening to the tone in her voice, which sounded hopeful and almost needy.
"Sure, another time will be fine," Jamal replied, giving her a knowing smile as he finished his cone and got up from the table. "And of course, we'll see you tomorrow for that swim you invited us for. If that's still all right?"
"Oh yes, of course it's all right." Tanya answered quickly, again with a hopeful tone in her voice. She didn't know what was coming over her to act that way, almost like a college girl.
"Great. We'll see you tomorrow then." Jamal smiled and nodded as he stood up from the table. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. "Before we go, it's probably a good idea if I put both of your phone numbers in my contact list, and have you two put mine in yours."
"Oh yes, of course," Tanya said as both she and Elliott gave the numbers of their individual cell phones to Jamal, and then entered his name and number in theirs. "Uh, Elliott, could you tidy up in here while I show the boys out?"
"Sure, Mom."
Tanya followed the three young men towards the front of the house, the foyer out of view from the kitchen. Jamal stopped just inside the front door and turned to his friends. "Now guys, remember your manners. Give Mrs. Cox a hug and a kiss to thank her."
Tanya was caught off guard and before she could say anything, Gunner swept her up in his arms and pulled her close. Her sizable breasts were being pressed against his chest, and she felt his hands slide down her back to her hips as he turned his face down to hers. He started out giving her a peck on the cheek but slid his lips sideways, finally alighting on her mouth. Before she knew what was happening, his lips pressed firmly on hers. She was shaken by what was happening, but felt herself unable to move or resist. She felt his hands cup her backside as he pulled her even closer against him, her tits mashed against his chest.
"Okay, that's good," Jamal said as he touched Gunner on the shoulder. Tanya gasped as Gunner stepped back, giving her a devilish smile before turning and heading out the door that Jamal had opened. "Zeke, thank Mrs. Cox."
Before she could compose herself, Zeke stepped in and replaced Gunner, his long arms circling Tanya's curvy body and pulling her against him. She could feel that he was slimmer than both Jamal and Gunner, but his body was hard and strong as he held her close. He made no attempt to kiss her on the cheek but went straight to her mouth, pressing his mouth against her warm pillowy lips. His hands also went directly to her backside, pulling her midsection against his. He drew his tongue slowly along the crevice between her lips as his groin pressed against her front. She could feel a sizable slab of flesh beneath his jeans as he pulled her close, rolling his hips against her.
"All right, all right." Jamal put his hand on Zeke's arm and pulled him back. Tanya was almost breathless as Zeke strode out the door, leaving her alone with Jamal. He closed the door and turned to her, his big powerful body looming over her. "I want to say thank you too, Mrs. Cox. I think this is a good idea you have, with us getting to know Elliott better. We've had our problems with him in the past, and you know, some stuff makes us angry and we take it out on people we shouldn't. But if we get to know BOTH you and Elliott better, I think that's gonna be better for everyone, don't you? We can watch out for Elliott, and you too. We can kind of take care of what each other wants, and needs. Don't you think so?"
Tanya was almost dizzy, and was breathing raggedly, her chest heaving beneath her tight golf shift. She noticed Jamal's eyes going to her chest, and he made no attempt to divert his hungry gaze. She was finally able to stammer out a response, "I...I think that...that would be good."
"Well, good then. Until tomorrow, and thank you again." Jamal stepped close and wrapped his long powerful arms around Tanya. She felt herself almost swoon as he drew her to him. She turned her face up, longingly, as he brought his mouth down. She felt his breath against her cheek, hot and scintillating, and then his full lips were meshing with hers. He pulled her close, her massive breasts pressed hotly against his broad powerful chest. His big hands were cupping her curvy bum, and he squeezed ever so gently, teasingly, as he pulled her lower body to his. At the same time, he slid his tongue forward, pressing against the line between her lips. She closed her eyes instinctively as she parted her lips, letting him in. Feeling her yield, he feathered his tongue deeper into her mouth, searching out her hot pink tongue with his own.
"Ohhnnn," Tanya moaned as he kissed her deep, his tongue pressed firmly against hers before the teasing tip explored the inside of her mouth. His big hands were holding her against him, and she felt that prodigious log beneath his jeans again, only this time against her front. He rolled his hips as he kissed her, letting her feel the full length of his stiffening prick as he pressed it against her mound. She couldn't believe how big it was as she instinctively pushed herself against him. She felt his hand slide around to the front of her body. Continuing to kiss her, he reached up and cupped her breast through her shirt, squeezing and hefting it, as if testing its weight.
"Ahhhhhnnn..." She moaned into his searching mouth as a huge jolt of arousal shot through her. She could feel her pussy itching and pulsing with need. She knew she was soaking her panties but she couldn't help the way her body was responding. And then, he was gone.
"Until tomorrow then." Jamal stepped back, giving her a little wink before turning on his heel and striding out the door, closing it firmly behind him.
Tanya staggered sideways until she was leaning against the wall, her heart pounding like crazy in her chest. She felt dizzy, breathless, and overwhelmed by what had just happened with the three boys. She thought she should be chastising herself for what had happened. She should have been the adult in the room and put a stop to their behavior. She felt guilty about what had happened, how she had let them all kiss and grope her. But that bit of guilt didn't alter the fact that she was now trembling with excitement—excitement and desire.
Taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, she pushed back a wispy lock of hair that had fallen over her face and returned to the kitchen.
"Are you okay, Mom?" Elliott said as he looked up from placing the last of the plates in the dishwasher. "You look all flushed and a little out of breath."
"Oh, I just had a bit of a dizzy spell there for a second. Nothing to worry about. I'm fine," Tanya said as she smoothed down her skirt, feeling her legs trembling beneath. "Now, did you decide what movie you'd like to watch?"
Tanya joined her young son in the family room, trying to calm her racing heart. As hard as she tried, she couldn't get rid of the images in her head, or of reliving the surprisingly pleasurable feelings that had swept over her when the boys had kissed and groped her. But more than anything else, she thought about those cocks that had pressed against her, and how incredibly big they were, especially the massive log in Jamal's pants. Her pussy felt tingly and itchy as she thought about it, thought about the young hardness of all three cocks pressing into her, and the delicious feelings of their mouths on hers as they'd kissed her. Although she knew she should feel guilty about what she was thinking, she couldn't wait for their visit to go swimming tomorrow.