27-09-2024, 06:25 AM
"Hey, we know a guy," Jamal said as he shrugged his shoulders.
"That's great. Thank you," Elliott said, figuring their 'guy' had probably stolen it from some warehouse or something. But Elliott didn't really care-having the game was the important thing.
"Great. We're glad you like it," Jamal said before turning back to Tanya. "Go ahead, Mrs. Cox. Open yours."
"Well, all right, although you really didn't have to do this," Tanya replied as she happily undid the ribbon.
"Don't worry about it. It's our pleasure." Elliott saw the Gunner and Zeke meet Jamal's eyes as they all smiled and nodded as Tanya set the ribbon aside and opened the box. Elliott observed that shared look and wondered what that was all about. Curious, he watched as his mother lifted back some folded tissue paper to look at the gift inside. Her eyes opened wide and her hand went up to her throat for a second before she looked up, a shocked and surprised look on her face.
"Wha..." was all she was able to stammer out.
"It's a bathing suit. We figured since you have this big pool, you could always use an extra bathing suit."
"Well, I...I don't know what to say?"
"Take it out. See what you think."
"The color is gorgeous," Tanya said as she reached into the box and pulled out part of the bathing suit. Elliott could see that it was a beautiful royal blue color. What she held was the top of a bikini, with two triangular formed cups which looked heavily reinforced, connected by a thin string of material. He knew now why Jamal had sent him that text asking what his mother's bra size was.
"We thought the color would look nice with your eyes," Jamal replied, which made Tanya blush again. As Elliott's mother held the bikini top up, he thought the big bra cups seemed to be begging to be filled. She turned it around, looking at the little tag on the inside edge of one cup.
"How...how did you know my size?"
Jamal shrugged his shoulders. "I took a guess. I'm glad I got it right." He turned to Elliott and gave the boy a little wink.
Tanya put the bikini top back in the box and pulled out the bottom. "Oh my," she gasped.
Elliott had to take a breath too. The bottom was made up of two tiny triangles of material with long thin ribbon-like ties coming from each corner. He could see that it wasn't a thong, but there wasn't a lot of material there either. He knew that the idea of the skimpiness of the garment was what had caused his mother to hesitate.
"We saw it on a mannequin in the store and we thought it would look good on you. Right guys?" Jamal said, turning to his pals, who both nodded lecherously as they looked at the tiny pieces of fabric dangling from Tanya's fingers.
"Well, I don't know what to say," Tanya said, placing the bikini bottom back in the box. "Thank you."
"No problem," Jamal replied. "Now, that pool looks awful inviting. I think it's time to go in."
"Okay, you boys can go out and get changed in the cabana. Feel free to use the hot tub, if you like."
Jamal had a perplexed look on his face as Tanya tucked the box under her arm. "Well, you guys are going to join us, aren't you?" Jamal said. He gestured to Elliott as well. "That just wouldn't seem right, us using your pool why you're in here. It doesn't seem like the polite thing to do."
Tanya screwed up her face as she thought about what the boy had said. "I guess you're right. It would seem kind of strange. I guess we could go in too. Elliott?"
All eyes turned on the frail 18-year old. He didn't feel like having his scrawny form scrutinized by the well-built bullies, but more than that, based on what had happened between his mother and the boys last night, he wanted to see what they might try and do today. And if they didn't have to worry about him being right there...well...
"I'd really like to try out my new game, if you don't mind?"
"Are you sure, sweetie?" Tanya asked, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights as the boys all looked at her.
"That's a great new game. Everybody's been waiting for it to come out," Jamal said. "That's okay if Elliott wants to play it instead."
Just as he'd thought, Elliott knew the boys would be just as happy not to have him around. "Yeah, Mom. You guys go ahead. I actually think I'll play it in my room upstairs."
"Oh, well, okay." Tanya's eyes flicked out to the pool, and then to the stairs. "I...uh, I guess I'll go and get changed then. I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Okay, take your time. We'll see you outside." Jamal nodded to the other two, who followed him out to the cabana set off to one side of the pool deck.
Elliott purposely waited to follow his mother to the second floor, his eyes getting a close view of the backs of her creamy thighs as she bounded up the stairs, the flouncing hem of the skirt even giving him a teasing view of her panties. Yes, corn-silk yellow, just as he'd thought.
"You know, Mom, you don't need to go swimming with them. They'll be fine on their own," Elliott said once they'd reached the top of the stairs.
"I know, honey, but I'm worried about what those boys might think if I don't. I'm worried they might get angry with us, and then I'd just be sick if they took it out on you." She leaned forward and gave Elliott a quick peck on the cheek, the subtle scent of her perfume wafting into his senses, the alluring fragrance sending a pulse of blood right to his cock. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It'll be fine. It's just swimming after all."
His mother disappeared into her room to change, while Elliott went into his own room and shut the door. He tossed the new video game onto his desk and pulled his camera out of the drawer. If his mother was going to wear that new bikini, he definitely wanted pictures of that. He was already envisioning using those pictures for the jackoff session he'd have after his bullies left. He moved to the window and slid it open as far as he could, wanting to make sure he was able to hear as much as possible. He then pulled the curtains partway across, but left a good-sized opening which gave him a perfect view of the swimming pool and deck area. He only had to wait a minute or two before the three boys came out of the cabana and tossed their towels across some of the deck chairs sitting around the pool. All three were wearing loose-fitting swim trunks, which hung low on their hips.
Elliott looked enviously at the bodies of all three boys, wishing he had some of that bulk and muscle. They looked even more intimidating with their bare chests showing, each of them with toned, well-defined pecs and abs. Zeke was the thinnest, but he looked tough as sinew, the musculature clearly visible beneath his skin. Gunner was broader and thicker, with powerful-looking arms and a barrel chest. Elliott thought he looked like someone who you'd expect to be playing linebacker for a football team.
But it was Jamal that made the biggest impression. Elliott found himself doing a double-take as he looked down at the youth's imposing body. Although of a similar build, he was taller and all around bigger than Gunner. His shoulders were broad and thick, and like his arms, they were corded with muscle that seemed to flow from one side of his body to the other beneath his smooth ebony skin. His pecs looked like solid plates of armor, well-defined and nicely-toned. And he had a stomach to match. Even from his second floor window, Elliott could see the defined musculature beneath the skin. With that six-pack, Elliott thought Jamal's body would be perfect for one of those 'Abs of Steel' ads he'd seen years ago. As the young black man turned to talk to his friends, Elliott noticed the way the soft fabric of his swim trunks clung to the curving spheres of his rear end, the boy's buttocks looking firm and powerful. And his legs matched the rest of him. To Elliott, they looked like the solid trunks of trees, the muscles in his thick thighs and well-toned calves a perfect match for the rest of his impressive physique.
Elliott's attention was diverted as the boys all looked towards the house. His mother came into view, her body wrapped in a floral bathing suit cover-up. The piece of colorful fabric was tied behind her neck and reached to her knees, leaving only her shoulders and arms bare. She approached the boys and stopped, tossing a towel she was carrying onto a chair near theirs.
"Did the bathing suit fit okay?" Jamal asked. Elliott could see all three of them looking at her hungrily.
"It fit perfectly. And it's so pretty. Thank all of you so much."
"You're very welcome. Like I said, it's our pleasure," Jamal replied. Elliott could see that all three boys were anxiously waiting for her to strip off the cover-up, but he could tell that Jamal knew the situation was somewhat awkward for her, with her knowing she was being watched so closely.
"Well guys, let's go in. It's getting pretty hot out here. I'm sure Mrs. Cox will join us when she's ready." He gave Zeke a shove, who lost his balance and fell in with a splash. The other two dove right in behind him, the three of them laughing as they came to the surface.
"Oh man, the water feels fantastic, Mrs. Cox," Gunner said as he wiped the water from his face. "Come on in, join us."
"Okay, I'll be right in," Tanya said as she reached behind her neck and started to undo the cover-up. "You boys have to promise not to splash me, okay?"
"We promise," Zeke replied, the three of them ducking down to their shoulders as they waited for her.
Elliott moved closer to the window, his camera at the ready. He was watching his mother with just as much anticipation as the three boys in the pool. His mother flicked her head to the side, her blonde hair flowing in a teasing wave as she undid the knot at the back of her neck. She drew down the colorful wrap, and is it came away from her body, she tossed it aside onto one of the chairs.
"Oh, fuck me," Elliott muttered to himself. He felt dizzy as he took in the view he had of his mother, her lush curvy body looking absolutely fantastic in the new bikini. The royal blue color was perfect for her, and he knew it would look amazing with her blue eyes. The bottom of the bikini barely covered the mound of her sex, the top of the front panel curving downward in the middle, as if inviting the viewer to slide their fingers down beneath the beckoning edge of fabric to explore in that direction. It was easy to see that she was cleanly shaven down there, Elliott thought. From his view of her in profile, he could see the back panel of the bikini bottom covered about half the breadth of her nice round bum-cheeks. It didn't go into her like a thong, but it looked appropriate for a woman of her age, but still dead sexy. The slender blue ties attached to each corner of the panels tied high on her hips, emphasizing her wide motherly hips and slender waist. With the ties that high, it also made her legs look tantalizingly long. The bows dangling from the top of each curvy hip seemed to be crying out, crying out for someone's fingers to reach forward and pluck the strings, allowing that sexy piece of fabric to fall away, exposing the delicious treasure lying beneath.
But it was the bikini top that drew Elliott's eyes like a magnet. He couldn't believe how big his mother's tits looked in it. He'd always known they were huge, but they looked incredible in the nicely-formed bra cups. A thin strand of material connected the two big cups between her breasts in the front, with a slender tie that was fastened in the middle of her back. Two other ties lead from the top corners of the cups and rose to her shoulders, where he could tell they were fastened at the back of her neck. Even from his bedroom, he could see those two supporting strands of material were stretched as taut as bridge cables, straining under the heavy load they were carrying. Elliott had to take a breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at his mother's enticing body.
He noticed that the top edges of the formed cups barely covered her areolae, while the reinforcing wire deftly hidden beneath the seams pushed the voluptuous mounds together and up. The result was breathtaking. Her cleavage was long and deep, the enticing line as dark as midnight. The ample mounds of titflesh seemed to swell over the edges of the confining cups, as if wanting to burst forth. Elliott gulped as he looked, wondering if he'd been right about his mother getting bigger up top. It sure looked that way, as if the bra size he'd given Jamal was fighting with all it's might to contain the massive spheres.
"Well, I think that bathing suit fits you perfectly." Jamal's words broke Elliott out of his trance, for which he was grateful. He whipped his camera up and starting taking pictures, even as he felt his pecker stiffening in his pants.
"Do you think so?" Tanya said, turning slightly from side to side as the three boys looked at her, Gunner and Zeke with their mouths gaping open.
"Yes, I think it looks fantastic, and the color suits you perfectly. Don't you think so, boys?" Jamal had to elbow Gunner to get his attention.
"Yeah...it...it's really...it's really hot," Gunner stammered out, his eyes roaming up and down over Tanya's mouthwatering form.
"Now, behave yourself," Jamal said as he gave his friend a playful shove, but he didn't fail to notice the little smile on Tanya's face as she blushed. "Come on in, Mrs. Cox. The water feels great."
"Just let me put my hair up," Tanya said as she pulled a medium-blue scrunchie off her wrist and started to whip her hair up into a ponytail. "I don't want to get it wet."
"That's a good idea," Jamal said. "We wouldn't your hair getting in the way of anything. Oh, I mean, you're right, it's probably best if you don't get it wet." He gave Gunner and Zeke a knowing smile as they watched her tend to her hair.
Elliott was snapping pictures like crazy. He loved it when his mother raised her hands to tie her hair back, the motion causing her breasts to rise up on her chest, the upper swells threatening to spill right over the edge of the cups. She playfully tossed her head from side to side, making sure her ponytail was tightly fastened. Elliott noticed that the blue scrunchie was almost a perfect match for the bikini. He thought she looked gorgeous as she daintily stepped over to the end of the pool, her honey-blonde hair gleaming as darts of sunlight glanced off it. With her hair pulled back, it made her elegant face and long neck look even more attractive than he remembered, and the way that bikini fit her shapely body was beyond words. Elliott couldn't take his eyes off her, and he could see the boys felt the same. Four sets of eyes were riveted in place as she graciously made her way down the steps into the pool, settling down with the water up to her shoulders.
"See, I told you the water was nice," Jamal said as she came closer to them and nodded. "Mrs. Cox, on behalf of myself and these two, we just want to thank you for inviting us. I can't remember anybody ever being this nice to us, and being in a pool like this, it's...it's something very special, and we won't forget it."
"Thank you, Jamal, that's so nice of you to say. I'm glad you're having a good time. And that was so nice of you to bring that game for Elliott. You didn't have to do that, and I could tell it made him really happy."
"Well, just being here and giving you two those gifts makes us happy too, right guys?"
"Fuckin right!" Zeke said as he leaned forward, trying to see down through the water to Tanya's breasts.
"Hey! Watch your language!"
Zeke cringed at Jamal's reprimand. "I'm sorry Mrs. Cox. I don't know what came over me."
"That's all right, Zeke. It's nothing I haven't heard before and sometimes a curse word just seems appropriate, doesn't it?"
"Fuckin right," Zeke repeated, a little quieter this time and with a guilty smile on his face. His comment made all of them laugh this time.
"Get out of here," Jamal said as he pushed his friend under the water playfully. Gunner dove after Zeke and Jamal followed.
Elliott watched as the three boys swam and chased each other while his mother paddled around in the same area. They'd come back near her and talk about nothing in particular, and then go off for a more vigorous swim every now and then. Elliott was envious of the way all three moved fluidly through the water, their muscular bodies looking good as they swam effortlessly back and forth, diving down to the bottom and coming back to the surface time and time again. Elliott was hoping they'd get tired and come out of the pool soon. He wanted to get some more pictures of his mother. After about twenty minutes, it seemed the boys were thinking the same thing. They swam back near his mother and gathered around her. Jamal stood up next to her, his upper body totally clear of the water. Elliott saw his mother look at his toned physique, the water streaming off his muscular shoulders and pecs.
"This pool is amazing, Mrs. Cox. Would it be okay if we tried the hot tub?" Jamal pointed to the other side of the pool from where Elliott was watching from the window, the big hot tub sitting quietly ready.
"Uh, well, sure, if you like."
"Great. Lead the way," Jamal gestured to the steps at the end of the pool.
"Oh, all right," Tanya said sheepishly as she made her way in that direction.
Elliott watched as she emerged from the pool, beads of water glistening like diamonds on her golden skin. He could see the other boys eyeing her up as well, her hourglass figure looking spectacular from the rear, emphasized by the bikini bottom ties that sat right at the tops of her hips. "Jesus Christ, what a gorgeous ass," Elliott muttered to himself as he started snapping more pictures. He loved the way the bikini fit at the back, the bottom covering about half of her curvy bum, while leaving ample amounts of soft-looking skin visible to the naked eye.
He saw the boys share a smile as they followed her out of the pool, their gaze never leaving her spectacular form. She made her way to the hot tub, readjusting her hair and tightening the scrunchie around her ponytail. Elliott saw the boys open their eyes wide as she leaned over to turn on a button that activated the jets, her boobs almost spilling out of the jam-packed bra cups.
Jamal made his way up the steps at the side and climbed in, the bubbling water coming up to his thighs. He turned and stretched out his hand, offering to help Tanya in.
Elliott saw his mother give the young black man a grateful smile as she took his hand and climbed in. Jamal waiting for her to take a seat at one side, and then sat next to her. Gunner and Zeke followed, with Gunner taking the spot on the other side of his mother while Zeke sat next to Gunner in one corner facing the other three. Elliott was glad to see that the three sitting side by side were facing him directly, giving him a perfect view. All four settled down into the bench seats as the warm moving water rolled over them, the water coming up to their necks. The jets were fairly powerful, and under the direct sun, the surface was a sparkling frothy swirl.
Elliott noticed that when they'd all slid down in their seats, Jamal had put his arms out to each side along the back of the tub, one arm on the tub edge reaching behind to his mother's far shoulder. Jamal said something and they all laughed, including his mother. Elliott leaned closer to the window, but over the gurgling and bubbling of the water in the hot tub, he couldn't make out anything they were saying. It all just sounded like so much mumbling. And so he just watched, and waited, as the four relaxed in the tub, with bits and pieces of conversation going back and forth. Even though he couldn't hear a word, he could see that all four were smiling and seemed happy. There didn't seem to be much movement by any of the four, and Elliott was frustrated that with the sun reflecting off the bubbling water, he wouldn't have been able to see anything even if there was something going on beneath the surface.
His frustration didn't last very long because his attention was drawn to Jamal, who had sat up slightly, his face turned towards Elliott's mother. Elliott could see her looking up into Jamal's eyes as the young man spoke, and then the arm he'd dbangd along the back of the hot tub moved, his hand settling on her far shoulder as he pulled her towards him. Elliott found his own heart start to race as Jamal lowered his mouth to his mother's, and his mother turned her mouth up to his, her eyes closing as the young man pressed his lips to hers. She let Jamal pull her close, and Elliott could almost feel the intensity of the kiss as Jamal moved his mouth against hers for a long time. He finally pulled back, and Elliott saw her eyes open halfway, her lips wet and gaping open. Elliott could see that the kiss had enraptured her, her face a mask of lustful desire. Jamal paused for a second and then moved in for another kiss, this one lasting longer than the first.
Elliott watched, totally awestruck by his mother blatantly kissing the boy right there in the open, and in front of the other two. Even after what he'd seen the night before, Elliott was still blown away by his mother's behavior.
Jamal pulled back from his mother and settled back into his seat. As he did so, he took his hands and turned Elliott's mother's shoulders towards Gunner, who had moved closer on the other side of her. She compliantly turned, just as Gunner reached around to pull her to him. He pressed his mouth to hers, just as Jamal had done. Elliott thought that he heard a low moan, but over the gurgling water, he couldn't tell for sure, and if he had heard correctly, he couldn't tell which of the two it had come from. Gunner kissed his mother two or three times, and then he sat back as well, turning Tanya to face forward.
Elliott watched Zeke move forward on his knees in the hot tub, his body now in front of Gunner as he took his turn, holding Tanya's face in his hands as he kissed her. Elliott saw her eyes close in blissful pleasure again as she surrendered herself to the kiss. He could see Zeke's tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek, their tongues rolling together within her mouth.
When Zeke eventually sat back, Elliott saw his mother sit back as well, her hooded eyes looking sultry and alluring, her face flushed with desire. Jamal pulled her in for another kiss, which she eagerly accepted. Elliott saw Jamal's other hand disappear beneath the water in front of her, and he cursed the powerful jets. He was sure Jamal was feeling up his mother as he kissed her.
After a minute or so of that, Jamal passed her to Gunner, who looked like he was groping her breasts beneath the water as well. And then it was Zeke's turn, and Elliott was sure he was getting handfuls of tit-flesh, just like his buddies had.
This time after Zeke sat back, Jamal just looked at Elliott's mother with a knowing glance, her eyes glassy. Elliott thought she looked like a purring kitten. He saw Jamal speak quietly, and then he shifted around on his seat, both hands beneath the water. Elliott gasped as he watched the boy lift his hand out of the hot tub, his fingers holding his swim trunks. He tossed them over the side of the tub, where they landed with a splat on the pool deck. He sat back, and Elliott saw Jamal take his mother's hand and move it beneath the water towards his lap. His mother seemed to eagerly accept what he wanted from her, her teeth gnawing restlessly on her full bottom lip.
Elliott's attention was drawn to her other side, where Gunner had been shifting around. His swimsuit came flying over the edge of the tub, joining Jamal's in a puddled mess on the deck. It was only a second later that Zeke's suit was tossed out too. Tanya's attention was diverted from Jamal as Gunner took her other hand and brought it towards his lap as he sat next to her. Elliott could see her look down at the bubbling water, and then he saw her shoulder start to move. It moved rhythmically, and then she turned and sat straight up as she looked back at the water in Jamal's direction, that shoulder moving as well. Elliott could tell she was jerking both of them off below the water, while he could see Zeke working his own cock while both her hands were busy with his two pals.
Elliott found his own cock regaining the intense hardness it had had earlier when his mother had first taken off her bathing suit cover-up. He reached down and quickly undid his pants, shoving them and his underwear right off. Wishing he could see what was going on beneath the swirling froth of the hot tub surface, he started stroking his cock. With his hand wrapped around his stiffening prick in a warm loving corridor, Elliott saw Jamal lean in close and speak into his mother's ear. He saw a look of astonishment on her face as Jamal eased her out into the middle of the hot tub. With her spot on the bench vacant, he slid over and then lifted himself up from the bench, perching on the edge of the tub. With his mother facing Jamal directly, Elliott saw the young black man draw his feet up and set them on the seat, and then he let his strong muscular legs drift open.
"Fuck me, that thing's huge!" Elliott muttered under his breath. He had a dead on view between Jamal's spread thighs, right into his crotch, where his enormous black cock was standing fully erect. The enormity of the phallus made Elliott green with envy, knowing his tool was barely a fraction of the size. He could see the rigid prick throbbing with each beat of Jamal's heart, the ebony skin glistening as the water from the tub ran off it. Not only was it long, Elliott thought, it was just so fucking big around. He wondered how any woman could take that monster inside her snatch without being split in two.
Jamal said something to his mother and reached forward with both of his large hands. His mother was stationed in the middle of the tub with the water up to her shoulders. Her hair was still pulled back in a ponytail, and Elliott could see her eyes looking hungrily at Jamal's cock before she turned, her back now facing Elliott, the tip of her pretty ponytail dangling down into the water. He saw her move towards Jamal, and then the young black man took her head in his hands, his fingers sliding along the sides of her face and into her hair. His long fingers cradled her head as he pulled her closer to him, closer and up.
Elliott's view of Jamal's throbbing prick was now blocked by his mother's head and upper body, her shoulders now clear of the water. Jamal turned his head slightly to one side and looked down, a big smile on his face as he brought Tanya's mouth closer. Jamal gave a little nod and Elliott saw him say something quietly to his mother. He wished those damn jets weren't running. He would have given anything to hear what Jamal was saying.
His mother gave a little nod of her own, her head moving up and down slightly within Jamal's grasp. Elliott watched as Jamal wriggled his hips slightly from side to side, settling himself into position. He then saw the hands cradling his mother's head pull her just a shade closer...and then they pushed down.
"Oh fuck me!" Elliott muttered to himself as he watched the lurid scene before him. Although Jamal's cock was blocked from his view, he knew the boy was making his mother suck his cock! Elliott couldn't believe it, but there was no doubt about it. Jamal pulled her mouth down a few inches, and then pushed it back up. He repeated the motion, down and up, down and up, his hands working her mouth on his cock. Elliott couldn't believe how erotic it looked, even without seeing Jamal's cock. It was so wickedly nasty and sexy to witness his mother's head bobbing up and down like that, Jamal gripping her head firmly as he fucked her mouth. Elliott's own hand instinctively went to his own raging prick, but he used all his willpower to hold off. He knew if he touched it he'd go off in a flash, and he wanted to wait to see what Jamal had in store for his mother.
Elliott's attention was diverted from his mother as he saw Jamal raise his head, and then look directly up at his window! He took a sharp intake of breath as the young black man looked right at him, as if he'd known Elliott had been there all along. Elliott had thought the light would have been reflecting off the glass, keeping him hidden while he'd been pursuing his voyeuristic desires, but there was no doubt-Jamal was looking right at him, his big dark eyes looking right into Elliott's.
Elliott was struck dumb, and couldn't even move. He stood there, his eyes locked on Jamal's. A big smile spread across Jamal's handsome face, his teeth gleaming as his full lips drew back in a lecherous smile. Elliott felt like Jamal was reading his mind, and that smile let Elliott know that Jamal knew the truth about him, and how much he lusted after his mother. He'd basically said as much the night before, when he'd texted Elliott asking for her bra size.
As Elliott remained frozen, steadfast under Jamal's knowing stare, he saw the young man nod slightly towards his mother, and then, with his eyes still locked on Elliott's, he let go of her head. His hands came away, his fingers spread open wide in an exaggerated gesture, and then he placed them behind him as he leaned back, his hands supporting him.
The gesture, and Jamal's nod, had immediately made Elliott look back at his mother, whose head was continuing to bob up and down on the immense black pole, even with Jamal no longer controlling her head. It was clear to Elliott that this is what Jamal wanted to show him, that his mother was more than willing to suck his cock, and there was no need to force her. She was his now.
Elliott couldn't believe how excited he got just thinking about that, and watching his mother's head bobbing up and down, her ponytail swaying rhythmically with her movements. Elliott looked down at his own rigid pecker as a jolt of perverted arousal shot through him. A sizzling drop of precum pulsed to the surface, the slippery cock-sap seeping from the tip of his cock and flowing down the upright shaft.
His attention was drawn back to the hot tub as he heard mumbled voices. As he looked up, Jamal was just finishing speaking to Gunner and Zeke. The two boys nodded and climbed up onto the side of the hot tub and sat on either side of Jamal, their feet on the bench seat beneath the water. Both of them were leisurely stroking their big cocks, their eyes glued to his mother's head bobbing up and down on Jamal's prick.
Elliott saw Jamal speaking to his mother, who never missed a beat as she kept sucking his cock. Her hands reached up from beneath the water, and Elliott watched as she wrapped her slender fingers around the surging pricks of the other two boys. All three of them were now sitting back on the edge of the hot tub, their stiffened arms behind them holding them up. They exchanged smiles and then they all looked down at her, watching her continue to service Jamal's big black cock, her head moving insistently up and down. They kept this up for about five minutes, the woman's hands pumping two hard cocks while another boy was using her mouth for his pleasure. Although watching her bobbing up and down from behind was one of the most erotic things Elliott had ever seen, he wished he could see her from their position. He knew it would be even more arousing to see close up those sweet pouty lips of hers travelling up and down Jamal's long thick rod.
As if Jamal had read his mind, Elliott saw the boy push his mother off his cock and slide forward, standing up as he stepped over to the middle of the tub, the water level halfway up his thighs. Elliott saw his mother turn and watch him, wondering what was going on. Even from this distance, Elliott could see the rapturous desire in her eyes as she gazed at Jamal's stallion-like cock, glistening traces of her slobber dangling from the head and underside of his monstrous prick. Jamal turned sideways and motioned to a spot in the water right in front of him as he spoke to the woman, his words mere mumbles as they drifted up to Elliott.
Elliott saw his mother nod obediently. She released the two cocks in her hands and moved beneath the water to the spot Jamal had indicated, turning so her pretty face was right in front of his throbbing prick. They were perfectly in profile now from Elliott's vantage point, and he could see that his mother's eyes were glazed over with lust as she moved closer and opened her mouth wide, a glistening jewel of saliva dangling off her bottom lip. Jamal wrapped his hand around his prick and pointed it downward, plugging the big mushroom head right into her hot sucking mouth. With her lips stretched almost to the tearing point, as the broad coronal ridge slipped deeper into her mouth, she locked down on the monstrous invader, the long hard cock totally within her possession.
As Jamal removed his hand from his cock, he turned and looked up at the window. Elliott was sure he saw the boy give him a wink as he started to rock his hips, fucking his mother's face. Jamal even reached down to the side of her face that was directly towards Elliott, smoothing back a stray wisp of hair that had come loose from her ponytail, as if to give Elliott the best view possible. Elliott remembered Jamal's comment when his mom said she wanted to put her hair up so it wouldn't get wet. Jamal had said he "didn't want it getting in the way of anything." Elliott now knew exactly what Jamal had been referring to.
He could really see his mother clearly now, and the look of enthusiastic desire on her face was clear as day. She was hungrily bobbing her head up and down on the big black stick, her lips pursed forward like a fish out of water as she devoured the cock before her. Elliott could see sticky gobs of saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth. And every time she drew back towards the tip, Jamal's cock shone with her spit, frothy strands of sticky saliva sliding down the shaft of his cock and hanging from his big egg-shaped balls. Elliott could see the boy was getting a hot, and seriously wet, blow-job. His mother was definitely a slobberer, and Elliott knew that hot wet mouth of hers must feel amazing to Jamal as she sucked him off. She could only take about half of the huge prick into her mouth, and Elliott could have sworn he saw a look of disappointment and frustration on her face as she tried vainly to take more. Even from up in his room, it looked to Elliott like his mother was purring inside, loving the way her mouth was being violated by the big black cock, even though it looked like it was stretching her jaws to the breaking point.
Elliott was carefully stroking his own cock now, knowing he was a hair-trigger away from shooting, but he was hoping to be able to hold off. He wanted to shoot at the same time as Jamal. He only had a couple more minutes to wait before he saw Jamal look down at his mother and speak quietly to her, and then his head turned up, his eyes closing as a look of pure bliss came over his face.
"Oh fuck, YESSSSSS!" Jamal groaned loudly, and even over the bubbling murmur of the jets, his words reached Elliott clearly. Elliott saw the boy's defined abs flexing, and he knew a big load of hot teenage semen was speeding up the shaft of that thick black cock.
He turned his attention to his mother, noticing she was still bobbing feverishly on the boy's throbbing erection. She pulled back to the top, her lips locked down with just the flared cockhead inside her mouth. Elliott saw her throat contract as she swallowed, knowing Jamal was filling her mouth with his potent seed. Jamal's stomach muscles flexed again, and then a milky drop appeared at the corner of his mother's mouth. The drop grew in size and started to flow down her chin and Jamal's pulsing shaft. The young black man was filling her mouth, and the overflow was trickling from the corners of her lips. She swallowed again, taking another volley of cum into her welcoming stomach.
Watching his mother hungrily swallow his bully's cum was all it took to send Elliott spinning over the edge. His hand had to barely touch his firecracker cock and it went off, spraying milky jizz against the wall beneath the window. His eyes were glued to his mother's sucking mouth, her eyes closed in bliss and her face a mask of lust as she swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, as Elliott's climax overwhelmed him. More glistening semen was seeping from the corners of her mouth and down Jamal's pulsing shaft, some of it dangling lewdly from her chin and the boy's huge nuts. Elliott found the pearly rivulets of cum wickedly arousing, and his own cock spewed more spunk than he thought possible, his whole body quivering with the power of his orgasm. He finally finished and was left gasping, but he could see that his mother was still working on Jamal's shooting cock, more of that sizzling teenage baby batter oozing from the corners of her mouth. And he saw her swallow again, and then, finally, Jamal took her head in his hands and just held her still, letting her nurse at the oozing tip of his cock as his climax slowly waned.
Elliott was starting to recover his breath as Jamal lifted his mother's head off his cock. Elliott could see the gobs of cum dangling from her chin now as Jamal looked down at her. As her glassy eyes looked up at him, he took his big index finger and drew it across her chin, gathering up his warm seed. He teasingly showed her his cum-covered finger, and then slipped it into her mouth. She eagerly accepted his offering, her eyes hooded in pleasure as she closed her lips over his finger and sucked at it ravenously. Jamal slowly drew his finger back and forth between her lips, like he was fucking her.
Satisfied that she'd licked his finger clean, he took hold of her head once more and brought her face closer, pulling her mouth between his legs. The smooth black skin of his sack was glistening with a mixture of her gooey saliva and his milky cum. He didn't have to tell her what to do. Elliott watched his mother eagerly extend her tongue and run it beneath a pearly wad of goo hanging from his balls. She licked upward, her tongue tracing over the silky skin as she gathered in a mouthful of their combined juices.
Elliott saw Jamal look up at him and smile as his mother enthusiastically continued her work, getting every stray drop of the young black man's semen, and her own spit, inside her. It looked to Elliott like she'd be happy to stay there all day, but after a minute or two, Jamal pushed her head back. He smiled down at her, and Elliott saw the look on her face. He knew that look. It was the same one he'd had on his face many times when he'd looked at his mother for her approval, and she'd given it. Those feelings had warmed his heart, knowing he'd made her happy and proud. And after sucking off Jamal, his mother had that same look on her face when Jamal smiled down at her. Elliott shuddered as he looked at his mother's face, seeing how happy she was to be so subservient to Jamal. But he found himself wracked with guilt as well-guilt because he found it just as exciting as he found it disturbing.
His thoughts were broken as he saw Jamal turn and say something to Gunner and Zeke, his words still inaudible over the sounds of the hot tub. The two boys nodded and stepped into the hot tub, walking over to the middle. Elliott was shocked to see Jamal nod to Gunner and pass him his mother's head, backing away as Gunner took her head in his hands. Gunner stepped forward as Jamal moved back. The blonde boy was quick to plug his rigid prick into the woman's mouth. Elliott saw her eagerly accept the second cock, her mouth moving down the stiff shaft with no hesitation.
Gunner worked her mouth up and down for a couple of minutes and then passed her over to Zeke, who'd been standing next to him and leisurely stroking his own hard cock. They kept this up for a little while, passing her back and forth, gobs of saliva hanging off each of their thrusting rods.
Elliott was mesmerized as he watched, his cock stiffening up again already as he watched the lurid scene taking place below him. He was too spellbound by the two boys taking turns fucking his mother's face to even notice that Jamal had climbed out of the hot tub and sauntered into the house. Gunner had her head back in his hands now, rolling his hips as he fed his surging phallus deep into her mouth, his fingers entwined in her blonde locks. He passed her back to Zeke, who plugged his dripping cock right back into that willing receptacle, his mother's face glistening with saliva and precum.
Elliott's hand subconsciously went back to his cock, his fingers circling his rising pecker. He pumped back and forth, mesmerized by what the boys were doing to his mother.
"Well, Kid, I guess you like what you see."
Elliott spun around. He hadn't heard the door of his room open, but Jamal was standing just behind him, his massive cock hanging out before him like a club. The tall young black man had caught Elliott unawares, and Elliott was dumbstruck, unable to speak, standing there with his pants off, his hand wrapped around his hard cock.
Jamal looked down at what he was doing, and then up into Elliott's eyes as he nodded towards the window. "I bet you wish it was your cock your mother had her lips wrapped around, don't you?" Jamal hefted his long black prick and brandished it in Elliott's direction, shiny traces of his mother's saliva shining on the surface of the ebony shaft. Elliott flushed, giving Jamal the answer to his question. "Yeah, that's what I thought. But I don't blame you at all. Your mother's one hot-looking woman, and that mouth...fuck, that's the best blowjob I've had in a long time." Jamal paused as he hefted his heavy dick, as if presenting it to Elliott for inspection. "With just a little training, your mom'll be taking this whole thing down her throat in no time."
Elliott couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his lips. The thought of his mother taking that enormous black cock down her throat was unimaginable. But the electrifying jolt of arousal that sent a pulsation of blood to his young prick was evidence of how wickedly exciting he thought the idea of that was at the same time.
Jamal smirked as he noticed the twitch in Elliott's pecker at the same time a guilty look came over the boy's face. "Yeah, you like the idea of that, don't you, Smallcox? You like the idea of seeing your sexy mom taking every last inch of this big black stick down her pretty little throat, don't you. Well, she's going to, whether you like it or not. And she's going to take it in all three of her holes before we're done. Yeah, all three holes, from all three of us. We'll keep your sweet mom so full of cum, the stuff'll be running out of her."
Elliott couldn't help himself, listening to what Jamal said they were going to do to his mother had him rock-hard again. He stood there as if in a trance as he listened to his bully, his hand unknowingly stroking his throbbing erection.
Jamal could see right through the boy. Fuck, if that was his mom, he'd feel the same. How could you live in a house every day with somebody with a body and tits like that and not want to fuck her every which way but loose? And that face, and that beautiful blonde hair. Combine that with a body that was just made for fucking...fuck, the woman was absolutely gorgeous. No fucking doubt about it. And he'd picked up right from the start-although she'd tried to show how in control of everything she was-that she was submissive. Yes, a willing submissive just waiting from someone to take control and show her what that perfect body of hers was for. He'd seen it in her eyes when he'd rubbed up against her at the kitchen counter. Fuck, the little hottie had fucking come just feeling the thick log of his prick rubbing up against her ass. If she came like that, he couldn't wait to see how she'd react when he fed every last inch of his black prick into her pussy.
He had some things in mind for this kid, too, things that he and his buddies would get a kick out of, while giving the kid his share of the thrills with his mother as well. With a woman built like that, there was definitely enough to go around. He just had a few questions for the kid first.
"Let go of that cock of yours for a minute." Elliott's hand stopped but he seemed reluctant to let it go. Whether he was embarrassed or just so turned on that he didn't want to stop, Jamal didn't care. "Don't worry, you'll be able to get off soon enough, and I guarantee you'll like what I have in store for you."
Jamal nodded towards the window, and Elliott flushed again. Did that nod by Jamal indicate that he'd get a shot at his mother? "If that was the case...holy fuck!" Elliott thought to himself. He immediately removed his hand from his dick.
"Good. Now, how many times a day do you usually jerk off thinking about her?" Jamal could see Elliott hesitate, and he knew the kid was feeling guilty, but he was tired of this shit. "C'mon, Smallcox, I don't have time for you to fuck around like this. If you want a shot at your mother, answer my fucking questions."
There it was, Elliott thought. Jamal had put it right out in the open. He might get a shot at his mother. Just the thought of that gave him the courage he needed. "Uh, usually five or six times a day." He answered with a shrug of his shoulders, his eyes looking away from Jamal's as he felt his face flush.
"Five or six times? That's pretty fucking good for a little white boy. Now, I want you to think long and hard about this next question. What would you like to do to her more than anything else? Fuck her? Have her suck you off? I imagine all of it, but what's your favorite fantasy about her?"
Elliott really felt his face turning red now, but he knew he had to tell Jamal the truth, or he'd regret it for the rest of his life. "I uh...I really want to be able to use my...to use my mouth on her...on her, you know."
A big smile came over Jamal's face as he nodded. "So, you want to eat out your mother's sweet pussy. Is that it? That's what you think about the most?"
"Yes. Yes sir." Elliott still found it difficult to meet Jamal's eyes.
"Yeah, I can see you lapping at Mommy's dripping cunt. I think that's perfect for you. Now, what would you be willing to do if I tell you I'll make that happen for you?"
With a look of alarm, Elliott looked down at Jamal's monstrous cock, now hanging menacingly between his powerful thighs. It hung downwards, but well out from his body. Elliott was surprised to see that it hadn't gone flaccid after he'd dumped his load into Elliott's mother's mouth. To Elliott, it still looked half-hard, as if it could be ready to go at a moment's notice.
Jamal saw where Elliott was looking, and read the fear in the kid's eyes. "Hey, don't worry, we're not going to tear open that little virgin ass of yours. But there will be some things I'll want you to do, things I think you'll like."
"Uh, what kind of things?"
Jamal was starting to get pissed off. "Look, do want to stick that tongue of yours up your mother's cunt, or what? I said I'll want you to do some things for us, but I can guarantee that we won't hurt you, or your mother, if you agree. And if you want a shot at that pretty little pussy of hers, you need to make that decision now."
It took Elliott only a second or two to answer. "Yes sir. I'll...I'll do whatever you like."
Jamal nodded, pleased with Elliott's answer, and the respectful way he'd called him 'sir'. "And I assume you're a virgin, right?"
Elliott's eyes dropped away, giving Jamal the answer that he'd already expected. A big smile came over Jamal's face. "Don't worry about that either. You won't be for long. And it's going to be fun for us to see that your mother's going to be the one to bust your cherry. Now let's go. I can promise you you'll have a lot more fun than staying in here by yourself."
Jamal turned and started walking towards the door. Elliott remained riveted in place, stunned by what he'd just heard, images of losing his virginity and having his own mouth glued to his mother's pussy firing rapidly in his twisted young brain. Was it really going to happen? If he did what Jamal or the boys asked him to do, was he really going to get a chance to fuck his mother and lick her pussy? Jamal stopped at the door and turned, a stern look coming over his face. "I'm not gonna tell you again, you little fucker. Move it, or both you and your mom are gonna regret it."
Elliott tucked his throbbing prick into his pants and followed eagerly, wondering what was going to happen next.
...to be continued in Chapter 4...
Chapter 4
Jamal led the way down the stairs and back outside, Elliott close behind like a puppy following its master. When they stepped out of the house onto the pool deck, the boys standing in the hot tub were taking turns fucking Tanya's face. Right now, she had her lips wrapped around Zeke's cock, while Gunner stood next to his friend, grinning as he stroked his rigid prick.
Tanya had a blissful look of pleasure on her face, her eyes half-closed as she compliantly let her head be pulled back and forth on Zeke's thrusting erection. She was still on her knees in the hot tub, the water level covering about half of her big tits, the upper swells of her breasts quivering as Zeke pulled her upper body back and forth. The sun glistened off their wet bodies, sparkling like jewels.
"Are you guys close?" Jamal asked, stopping next to the tub. Elliott came to a standstill behind him, unsure of what to do.
"Oh fuck, yeah," Zeke said. "I don't think I've ever had such a hot, hungry mouth on my cock. This MILF is amazing."
"What about you?" Jamal nodded to Gunner.
"No problem. That sweet mouth of hers has got me primed and ready to blow anytime."
Jamal's voice had alerted Tanya to his presence and she looked up, spotting her son standing there, his eyes wide open as he watched her slurping away at the big cock plugged into her mouth. A feeling of guilt and dread washed over her as she pushed at Zeke's legs, spitting out the huge dick inside her mouth, gobs of saliva dangling lewdly from the upright shaft.
"Elliott...I...you..." she mumbled, words failing her.
"Now, don't get all worried, Mrs. Cox," Jamal said, casually waving his hand in a calming motion. "Your sweet, innocent little boy has been up in his room watching us the whole time." He pointed upward, and Tanya's eyes followed his finger instinctively to Elliott's window. "Not only was he watching us, he was taking pictures as well."
"Pictures?" Tanya said, her mind swirling.
"Plus, he was jerking off at the same time. You should see the size of the load he splattered all over the wall."
Elliott blushed red as his mother's eyes went back and forth between him and Jamal, her face showing her confusion.
"He shouldn't...I mean I shouldn't..." Tanya stammered, her overloaded brain searching for the right words.
"Oh yes, you definitely should," Jamal replied with a nod, his voice calm and assertive. "And you definitely will." Tanya remained in the pool on her knees, looking at Jamal, her face flushed with guilt. "Now, this is the way this is going to go. Elliott here is going to tutor us, just like you said. I don't know about these assholes, but I don't want to spend my whole life flipping burgers, so I actually think that's going to be a good thing. But we already told you, we can't afford to pay him. So, in return, we're going to give Elliott here some tutoring of our own, about women. And you're going to help us with those lessons, to help make sure his education in the important things in life is complete. Yes, every boy needs a good, well-rounded education." Jamal looked right at Tanya's big tits when he said the last line, causing his friends to grin broadly.
Tanya looked from Jamal to Elliott, and back again, her whole world having been turned upside down in less than twenty-four hours.
"And not only are you going to help with Elliott's education, but while we're getting tutored, you're going to be providing the three of us with the extra-curricular activities that our teachers keep saying all students need." Jamal took his half-hard cock in his hand and pointed it at her, making her an offer he already knew she wouldn't be able to refuse. He took a slow leisurely stroke up the shaft, bringing a dewy bead of precum to the tip, the gooey drop glistening invitingly. Even though she was riddled by guilt, Jamal could see the wanton look in her eyes as they dropped to his prick. They went right to his massive, flared cockhead, and he saw her swallow, her lips still wet and parted. Yes, he knew exactly what she wanted-and needed.
"So, is everything clear, Tanya?" Jamal asked, the use of her first name making it clear to everyone who was in charge. "Or do we go back to the way things were before?"
"That's great. Thank you," Elliott said, figuring their 'guy' had probably stolen it from some warehouse or something. But Elliott didn't really care-having the game was the important thing.
"Great. We're glad you like it," Jamal said before turning back to Tanya. "Go ahead, Mrs. Cox. Open yours."
"Well, all right, although you really didn't have to do this," Tanya replied as she happily undid the ribbon.
"Don't worry about it. It's our pleasure." Elliott saw the Gunner and Zeke meet Jamal's eyes as they all smiled and nodded as Tanya set the ribbon aside and opened the box. Elliott observed that shared look and wondered what that was all about. Curious, he watched as his mother lifted back some folded tissue paper to look at the gift inside. Her eyes opened wide and her hand went up to her throat for a second before she looked up, a shocked and surprised look on her face.
"Wha..." was all she was able to stammer out.
"It's a bathing suit. We figured since you have this big pool, you could always use an extra bathing suit."
"Well, I...I don't know what to say?"
"Take it out. See what you think."
"The color is gorgeous," Tanya said as she reached into the box and pulled out part of the bathing suit. Elliott could see that it was a beautiful royal blue color. What she held was the top of a bikini, with two triangular formed cups which looked heavily reinforced, connected by a thin string of material. He knew now why Jamal had sent him that text asking what his mother's bra size was.
"We thought the color would look nice with your eyes," Jamal replied, which made Tanya blush again. As Elliott's mother held the bikini top up, he thought the big bra cups seemed to be begging to be filled. She turned it around, looking at the little tag on the inside edge of one cup.
"How...how did you know my size?"
Jamal shrugged his shoulders. "I took a guess. I'm glad I got it right." He turned to Elliott and gave the boy a little wink.
Tanya put the bikini top back in the box and pulled out the bottom. "Oh my," she gasped.
Elliott had to take a breath too. The bottom was made up of two tiny triangles of material with long thin ribbon-like ties coming from each corner. He could see that it wasn't a thong, but there wasn't a lot of material there either. He knew that the idea of the skimpiness of the garment was what had caused his mother to hesitate.
"We saw it on a mannequin in the store and we thought it would look good on you. Right guys?" Jamal said, turning to his pals, who both nodded lecherously as they looked at the tiny pieces of fabric dangling from Tanya's fingers.
"Well, I don't know what to say," Tanya said, placing the bikini bottom back in the box. "Thank you."
"No problem," Jamal replied. "Now, that pool looks awful inviting. I think it's time to go in."
"Okay, you boys can go out and get changed in the cabana. Feel free to use the hot tub, if you like."
Jamal had a perplexed look on his face as Tanya tucked the box under her arm. "Well, you guys are going to join us, aren't you?" Jamal said. He gestured to Elliott as well. "That just wouldn't seem right, us using your pool why you're in here. It doesn't seem like the polite thing to do."
Tanya screwed up her face as she thought about what the boy had said. "I guess you're right. It would seem kind of strange. I guess we could go in too. Elliott?"
All eyes turned on the frail 18-year old. He didn't feel like having his scrawny form scrutinized by the well-built bullies, but more than that, based on what had happened between his mother and the boys last night, he wanted to see what they might try and do today. And if they didn't have to worry about him being right there...well...
"I'd really like to try out my new game, if you don't mind?"
"Are you sure, sweetie?" Tanya asked, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights as the boys all looked at her.
"That's a great new game. Everybody's been waiting for it to come out," Jamal said. "That's okay if Elliott wants to play it instead."
Just as he'd thought, Elliott knew the boys would be just as happy not to have him around. "Yeah, Mom. You guys go ahead. I actually think I'll play it in my room upstairs."
"Oh, well, okay." Tanya's eyes flicked out to the pool, and then to the stairs. "I...uh, I guess I'll go and get changed then. I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Okay, take your time. We'll see you outside." Jamal nodded to the other two, who followed him out to the cabana set off to one side of the pool deck.
Elliott purposely waited to follow his mother to the second floor, his eyes getting a close view of the backs of her creamy thighs as she bounded up the stairs, the flouncing hem of the skirt even giving him a teasing view of her panties. Yes, corn-silk yellow, just as he'd thought.
"You know, Mom, you don't need to go swimming with them. They'll be fine on their own," Elliott said once they'd reached the top of the stairs.
"I know, honey, but I'm worried about what those boys might think if I don't. I'm worried they might get angry with us, and then I'd just be sick if they took it out on you." She leaned forward and gave Elliott a quick peck on the cheek, the subtle scent of her perfume wafting into his senses, the alluring fragrance sending a pulse of blood right to his cock. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It'll be fine. It's just swimming after all."
His mother disappeared into her room to change, while Elliott went into his own room and shut the door. He tossed the new video game onto his desk and pulled his camera out of the drawer. If his mother was going to wear that new bikini, he definitely wanted pictures of that. He was already envisioning using those pictures for the jackoff session he'd have after his bullies left. He moved to the window and slid it open as far as he could, wanting to make sure he was able to hear as much as possible. He then pulled the curtains partway across, but left a good-sized opening which gave him a perfect view of the swimming pool and deck area. He only had to wait a minute or two before the three boys came out of the cabana and tossed their towels across some of the deck chairs sitting around the pool. All three were wearing loose-fitting swim trunks, which hung low on their hips.
Elliott looked enviously at the bodies of all three boys, wishing he had some of that bulk and muscle. They looked even more intimidating with their bare chests showing, each of them with toned, well-defined pecs and abs. Zeke was the thinnest, but he looked tough as sinew, the musculature clearly visible beneath his skin. Gunner was broader and thicker, with powerful-looking arms and a barrel chest. Elliott thought he looked like someone who you'd expect to be playing linebacker for a football team.
But it was Jamal that made the biggest impression. Elliott found himself doing a double-take as he looked down at the youth's imposing body. Although of a similar build, he was taller and all around bigger than Gunner. His shoulders were broad and thick, and like his arms, they were corded with muscle that seemed to flow from one side of his body to the other beneath his smooth ebony skin. His pecs looked like solid plates of armor, well-defined and nicely-toned. And he had a stomach to match. Even from his second floor window, Elliott could see the defined musculature beneath the skin. With that six-pack, Elliott thought Jamal's body would be perfect for one of those 'Abs of Steel' ads he'd seen years ago. As the young black man turned to talk to his friends, Elliott noticed the way the soft fabric of his swim trunks clung to the curving spheres of his rear end, the boy's buttocks looking firm and powerful. And his legs matched the rest of him. To Elliott, they looked like the solid trunks of trees, the muscles in his thick thighs and well-toned calves a perfect match for the rest of his impressive physique.
Elliott's attention was diverted as the boys all looked towards the house. His mother came into view, her body wrapped in a floral bathing suit cover-up. The piece of colorful fabric was tied behind her neck and reached to her knees, leaving only her shoulders and arms bare. She approached the boys and stopped, tossing a towel she was carrying onto a chair near theirs.
"Did the bathing suit fit okay?" Jamal asked. Elliott could see all three of them looking at her hungrily.
"It fit perfectly. And it's so pretty. Thank all of you so much."
"You're very welcome. Like I said, it's our pleasure," Jamal replied. Elliott could see that all three boys were anxiously waiting for her to strip off the cover-up, but he could tell that Jamal knew the situation was somewhat awkward for her, with her knowing she was being watched so closely.
"Well guys, let's go in. It's getting pretty hot out here. I'm sure Mrs. Cox will join us when she's ready." He gave Zeke a shove, who lost his balance and fell in with a splash. The other two dove right in behind him, the three of them laughing as they came to the surface.
"Oh man, the water feels fantastic, Mrs. Cox," Gunner said as he wiped the water from his face. "Come on in, join us."
"Okay, I'll be right in," Tanya said as she reached behind her neck and started to undo the cover-up. "You boys have to promise not to splash me, okay?"
"We promise," Zeke replied, the three of them ducking down to their shoulders as they waited for her.
Elliott moved closer to the window, his camera at the ready. He was watching his mother with just as much anticipation as the three boys in the pool. His mother flicked her head to the side, her blonde hair flowing in a teasing wave as she undid the knot at the back of her neck. She drew down the colorful wrap, and is it came away from her body, she tossed it aside onto one of the chairs.
"Oh, fuck me," Elliott muttered to himself. He felt dizzy as he took in the view he had of his mother, her lush curvy body looking absolutely fantastic in the new bikini. The royal blue color was perfect for her, and he knew it would look amazing with her blue eyes. The bottom of the bikini barely covered the mound of her sex, the top of the front panel curving downward in the middle, as if inviting the viewer to slide their fingers down beneath the beckoning edge of fabric to explore in that direction. It was easy to see that she was cleanly shaven down there, Elliott thought. From his view of her in profile, he could see the back panel of the bikini bottom covered about half the breadth of her nice round bum-cheeks. It didn't go into her like a thong, but it looked appropriate for a woman of her age, but still dead sexy. The slender blue ties attached to each corner of the panels tied high on her hips, emphasizing her wide motherly hips and slender waist. With the ties that high, it also made her legs look tantalizingly long. The bows dangling from the top of each curvy hip seemed to be crying out, crying out for someone's fingers to reach forward and pluck the strings, allowing that sexy piece of fabric to fall away, exposing the delicious treasure lying beneath.
But it was the bikini top that drew Elliott's eyes like a magnet. He couldn't believe how big his mother's tits looked in it. He'd always known they were huge, but they looked incredible in the nicely-formed bra cups. A thin strand of material connected the two big cups between her breasts in the front, with a slender tie that was fastened in the middle of her back. Two other ties lead from the top corners of the cups and rose to her shoulders, where he could tell they were fastened at the back of her neck. Even from his bedroom, he could see those two supporting strands of material were stretched as taut as bridge cables, straining under the heavy load they were carrying. Elliott had to take a breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at his mother's enticing body.
He noticed that the top edges of the formed cups barely covered her areolae, while the reinforcing wire deftly hidden beneath the seams pushed the voluptuous mounds together and up. The result was breathtaking. Her cleavage was long and deep, the enticing line as dark as midnight. The ample mounds of titflesh seemed to swell over the edges of the confining cups, as if wanting to burst forth. Elliott gulped as he looked, wondering if he'd been right about his mother getting bigger up top. It sure looked that way, as if the bra size he'd given Jamal was fighting with all it's might to contain the massive spheres.
"Well, I think that bathing suit fits you perfectly." Jamal's words broke Elliott out of his trance, for which he was grateful. He whipped his camera up and starting taking pictures, even as he felt his pecker stiffening in his pants.
"Do you think so?" Tanya said, turning slightly from side to side as the three boys looked at her, Gunner and Zeke with their mouths gaping open.
"Yes, I think it looks fantastic, and the color suits you perfectly. Don't you think so, boys?" Jamal had to elbow Gunner to get his attention.
"Yeah...it...it's really...it's really hot," Gunner stammered out, his eyes roaming up and down over Tanya's mouthwatering form.
"Now, behave yourself," Jamal said as he gave his friend a playful shove, but he didn't fail to notice the little smile on Tanya's face as she blushed. "Come on in, Mrs. Cox. The water feels great."
"Just let me put my hair up," Tanya said as she pulled a medium-blue scrunchie off her wrist and started to whip her hair up into a ponytail. "I don't want to get it wet."
"That's a good idea," Jamal said. "We wouldn't your hair getting in the way of anything. Oh, I mean, you're right, it's probably best if you don't get it wet." He gave Gunner and Zeke a knowing smile as they watched her tend to her hair.
Elliott was snapping pictures like crazy. He loved it when his mother raised her hands to tie her hair back, the motion causing her breasts to rise up on her chest, the upper swells threatening to spill right over the edge of the cups. She playfully tossed her head from side to side, making sure her ponytail was tightly fastened. Elliott noticed that the blue scrunchie was almost a perfect match for the bikini. He thought she looked gorgeous as she daintily stepped over to the end of the pool, her honey-blonde hair gleaming as darts of sunlight glanced off it. With her hair pulled back, it made her elegant face and long neck look even more attractive than he remembered, and the way that bikini fit her shapely body was beyond words. Elliott couldn't take his eyes off her, and he could see the boys felt the same. Four sets of eyes were riveted in place as she graciously made her way down the steps into the pool, settling down with the water up to her shoulders.
"See, I told you the water was nice," Jamal said as she came closer to them and nodded. "Mrs. Cox, on behalf of myself and these two, we just want to thank you for inviting us. I can't remember anybody ever being this nice to us, and being in a pool like this, it's...it's something very special, and we won't forget it."
"Thank you, Jamal, that's so nice of you to say. I'm glad you're having a good time. And that was so nice of you to bring that game for Elliott. You didn't have to do that, and I could tell it made him really happy."
"Well, just being here and giving you two those gifts makes us happy too, right guys?"
"Fuckin right!" Zeke said as he leaned forward, trying to see down through the water to Tanya's breasts.
"Hey! Watch your language!"
Zeke cringed at Jamal's reprimand. "I'm sorry Mrs. Cox. I don't know what came over me."
"That's all right, Zeke. It's nothing I haven't heard before and sometimes a curse word just seems appropriate, doesn't it?"
"Fuckin right," Zeke repeated, a little quieter this time and with a guilty smile on his face. His comment made all of them laugh this time.
"Get out of here," Jamal said as he pushed his friend under the water playfully. Gunner dove after Zeke and Jamal followed.
Elliott watched as the three boys swam and chased each other while his mother paddled around in the same area. They'd come back near her and talk about nothing in particular, and then go off for a more vigorous swim every now and then. Elliott was envious of the way all three moved fluidly through the water, their muscular bodies looking good as they swam effortlessly back and forth, diving down to the bottom and coming back to the surface time and time again. Elliott was hoping they'd get tired and come out of the pool soon. He wanted to get some more pictures of his mother. After about twenty minutes, it seemed the boys were thinking the same thing. They swam back near his mother and gathered around her. Jamal stood up next to her, his upper body totally clear of the water. Elliott saw his mother look at his toned physique, the water streaming off his muscular shoulders and pecs.
"This pool is amazing, Mrs. Cox. Would it be okay if we tried the hot tub?" Jamal pointed to the other side of the pool from where Elliott was watching from the window, the big hot tub sitting quietly ready.
"Uh, well, sure, if you like."
"Great. Lead the way," Jamal gestured to the steps at the end of the pool.
"Oh, all right," Tanya said sheepishly as she made her way in that direction.
Elliott watched as she emerged from the pool, beads of water glistening like diamonds on her golden skin. He could see the other boys eyeing her up as well, her hourglass figure looking spectacular from the rear, emphasized by the bikini bottom ties that sat right at the tops of her hips. "Jesus Christ, what a gorgeous ass," Elliott muttered to himself as he started snapping more pictures. He loved the way the bikini fit at the back, the bottom covering about half of her curvy bum, while leaving ample amounts of soft-looking skin visible to the naked eye.
He saw the boys share a smile as they followed her out of the pool, their gaze never leaving her spectacular form. She made her way to the hot tub, readjusting her hair and tightening the scrunchie around her ponytail. Elliott saw the boys open their eyes wide as she leaned over to turn on a button that activated the jets, her boobs almost spilling out of the jam-packed bra cups.
Jamal made his way up the steps at the side and climbed in, the bubbling water coming up to his thighs. He turned and stretched out his hand, offering to help Tanya in.
Elliott saw his mother give the young black man a grateful smile as she took his hand and climbed in. Jamal waiting for her to take a seat at one side, and then sat next to her. Gunner and Zeke followed, with Gunner taking the spot on the other side of his mother while Zeke sat next to Gunner in one corner facing the other three. Elliott was glad to see that the three sitting side by side were facing him directly, giving him a perfect view. All four settled down into the bench seats as the warm moving water rolled over them, the water coming up to their necks. The jets were fairly powerful, and under the direct sun, the surface was a sparkling frothy swirl.
Elliott noticed that when they'd all slid down in their seats, Jamal had put his arms out to each side along the back of the tub, one arm on the tub edge reaching behind to his mother's far shoulder. Jamal said something and they all laughed, including his mother. Elliott leaned closer to the window, but over the gurgling and bubbling of the water in the hot tub, he couldn't make out anything they were saying. It all just sounded like so much mumbling. And so he just watched, and waited, as the four relaxed in the tub, with bits and pieces of conversation going back and forth. Even though he couldn't hear a word, he could see that all four were smiling and seemed happy. There didn't seem to be much movement by any of the four, and Elliott was frustrated that with the sun reflecting off the bubbling water, he wouldn't have been able to see anything even if there was something going on beneath the surface.
His frustration didn't last very long because his attention was drawn to Jamal, who had sat up slightly, his face turned towards Elliott's mother. Elliott could see her looking up into Jamal's eyes as the young man spoke, and then the arm he'd dbangd along the back of the hot tub moved, his hand settling on her far shoulder as he pulled her towards him. Elliott found his own heart start to race as Jamal lowered his mouth to his mother's, and his mother turned her mouth up to his, her eyes closing as the young man pressed his lips to hers. She let Jamal pull her close, and Elliott could almost feel the intensity of the kiss as Jamal moved his mouth against hers for a long time. He finally pulled back, and Elliott saw her eyes open halfway, her lips wet and gaping open. Elliott could see that the kiss had enraptured her, her face a mask of lustful desire. Jamal paused for a second and then moved in for another kiss, this one lasting longer than the first.
Elliott watched, totally awestruck by his mother blatantly kissing the boy right there in the open, and in front of the other two. Even after what he'd seen the night before, Elliott was still blown away by his mother's behavior.
Jamal pulled back from his mother and settled back into his seat. As he did so, he took his hands and turned Elliott's mother's shoulders towards Gunner, who had moved closer on the other side of her. She compliantly turned, just as Gunner reached around to pull her to him. He pressed his mouth to hers, just as Jamal had done. Elliott thought that he heard a low moan, but over the gurgling water, he couldn't tell for sure, and if he had heard correctly, he couldn't tell which of the two it had come from. Gunner kissed his mother two or three times, and then he sat back as well, turning Tanya to face forward.
Elliott watched Zeke move forward on his knees in the hot tub, his body now in front of Gunner as he took his turn, holding Tanya's face in his hands as he kissed her. Elliott saw her eyes close in blissful pleasure again as she surrendered herself to the kiss. He could see Zeke's tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek, their tongues rolling together within her mouth.
When Zeke eventually sat back, Elliott saw his mother sit back as well, her hooded eyes looking sultry and alluring, her face flushed with desire. Jamal pulled her in for another kiss, which she eagerly accepted. Elliott saw Jamal's other hand disappear beneath the water in front of her, and he cursed the powerful jets. He was sure Jamal was feeling up his mother as he kissed her.
After a minute or so of that, Jamal passed her to Gunner, who looked like he was groping her breasts beneath the water as well. And then it was Zeke's turn, and Elliott was sure he was getting handfuls of tit-flesh, just like his buddies had.
This time after Zeke sat back, Jamal just looked at Elliott's mother with a knowing glance, her eyes glassy. Elliott thought she looked like a purring kitten. He saw Jamal speak quietly, and then he shifted around on his seat, both hands beneath the water. Elliott gasped as he watched the boy lift his hand out of the hot tub, his fingers holding his swim trunks. He tossed them over the side of the tub, where they landed with a splat on the pool deck. He sat back, and Elliott saw Jamal take his mother's hand and move it beneath the water towards his lap. His mother seemed to eagerly accept what he wanted from her, her teeth gnawing restlessly on her full bottom lip.
Elliott's attention was drawn to her other side, where Gunner had been shifting around. His swimsuit came flying over the edge of the tub, joining Jamal's in a puddled mess on the deck. It was only a second later that Zeke's suit was tossed out too. Tanya's attention was diverted from Jamal as Gunner took her other hand and brought it towards his lap as he sat next to her. Elliott could see her look down at the bubbling water, and then he saw her shoulder start to move. It moved rhythmically, and then she turned and sat straight up as she looked back at the water in Jamal's direction, that shoulder moving as well. Elliott could tell she was jerking both of them off below the water, while he could see Zeke working his own cock while both her hands were busy with his two pals.
Elliott found his own cock regaining the intense hardness it had had earlier when his mother had first taken off her bathing suit cover-up. He reached down and quickly undid his pants, shoving them and his underwear right off. Wishing he could see what was going on beneath the swirling froth of the hot tub surface, he started stroking his cock. With his hand wrapped around his stiffening prick in a warm loving corridor, Elliott saw Jamal lean in close and speak into his mother's ear. He saw a look of astonishment on her face as Jamal eased her out into the middle of the hot tub. With her spot on the bench vacant, he slid over and then lifted himself up from the bench, perching on the edge of the tub. With his mother facing Jamal directly, Elliott saw the young black man draw his feet up and set them on the seat, and then he let his strong muscular legs drift open.
"Fuck me, that thing's huge!" Elliott muttered under his breath. He had a dead on view between Jamal's spread thighs, right into his crotch, where his enormous black cock was standing fully erect. The enormity of the phallus made Elliott green with envy, knowing his tool was barely a fraction of the size. He could see the rigid prick throbbing with each beat of Jamal's heart, the ebony skin glistening as the water from the tub ran off it. Not only was it long, Elliott thought, it was just so fucking big around. He wondered how any woman could take that monster inside her snatch without being split in two.
Jamal said something to his mother and reached forward with both of his large hands. His mother was stationed in the middle of the tub with the water up to her shoulders. Her hair was still pulled back in a ponytail, and Elliott could see her eyes looking hungrily at Jamal's cock before she turned, her back now facing Elliott, the tip of her pretty ponytail dangling down into the water. He saw her move towards Jamal, and then the young black man took her head in his hands, his fingers sliding along the sides of her face and into her hair. His long fingers cradled her head as he pulled her closer to him, closer and up.
Elliott's view of Jamal's throbbing prick was now blocked by his mother's head and upper body, her shoulders now clear of the water. Jamal turned his head slightly to one side and looked down, a big smile on his face as he brought Tanya's mouth closer. Jamal gave a little nod and Elliott saw him say something quietly to his mother. He wished those damn jets weren't running. He would have given anything to hear what Jamal was saying.
His mother gave a little nod of her own, her head moving up and down slightly within Jamal's grasp. Elliott watched as Jamal wriggled his hips slightly from side to side, settling himself into position. He then saw the hands cradling his mother's head pull her just a shade closer...and then they pushed down.
"Oh fuck me!" Elliott muttered to himself as he watched the lurid scene before him. Although Jamal's cock was blocked from his view, he knew the boy was making his mother suck his cock! Elliott couldn't believe it, but there was no doubt about it. Jamal pulled her mouth down a few inches, and then pushed it back up. He repeated the motion, down and up, down and up, his hands working her mouth on his cock. Elliott couldn't believe how erotic it looked, even without seeing Jamal's cock. It was so wickedly nasty and sexy to witness his mother's head bobbing up and down like that, Jamal gripping her head firmly as he fucked her mouth. Elliott's own hand instinctively went to his own raging prick, but he used all his willpower to hold off. He knew if he touched it he'd go off in a flash, and he wanted to wait to see what Jamal had in store for his mother.
Elliott's attention was diverted from his mother as he saw Jamal raise his head, and then look directly up at his window! He took a sharp intake of breath as the young black man looked right at him, as if he'd known Elliott had been there all along. Elliott had thought the light would have been reflecting off the glass, keeping him hidden while he'd been pursuing his voyeuristic desires, but there was no doubt-Jamal was looking right at him, his big dark eyes looking right into Elliott's.
Elliott was struck dumb, and couldn't even move. He stood there, his eyes locked on Jamal's. A big smile spread across Jamal's handsome face, his teeth gleaming as his full lips drew back in a lecherous smile. Elliott felt like Jamal was reading his mind, and that smile let Elliott know that Jamal knew the truth about him, and how much he lusted after his mother. He'd basically said as much the night before, when he'd texted Elliott asking for her bra size.
As Elliott remained frozen, steadfast under Jamal's knowing stare, he saw the young man nod slightly towards his mother, and then, with his eyes still locked on Elliott's, he let go of her head. His hands came away, his fingers spread open wide in an exaggerated gesture, and then he placed them behind him as he leaned back, his hands supporting him.
The gesture, and Jamal's nod, had immediately made Elliott look back at his mother, whose head was continuing to bob up and down on the immense black pole, even with Jamal no longer controlling her head. It was clear to Elliott that this is what Jamal wanted to show him, that his mother was more than willing to suck his cock, and there was no need to force her. She was his now.
Elliott couldn't believe how excited he got just thinking about that, and watching his mother's head bobbing up and down, her ponytail swaying rhythmically with her movements. Elliott looked down at his own rigid pecker as a jolt of perverted arousal shot through him. A sizzling drop of precum pulsed to the surface, the slippery cock-sap seeping from the tip of his cock and flowing down the upright shaft.
His attention was drawn back to the hot tub as he heard mumbled voices. As he looked up, Jamal was just finishing speaking to Gunner and Zeke. The two boys nodded and climbed up onto the side of the hot tub and sat on either side of Jamal, their feet on the bench seat beneath the water. Both of them were leisurely stroking their big cocks, their eyes glued to his mother's head bobbing up and down on Jamal's prick.
Elliott saw Jamal speaking to his mother, who never missed a beat as she kept sucking his cock. Her hands reached up from beneath the water, and Elliott watched as she wrapped her slender fingers around the surging pricks of the other two boys. All three of them were now sitting back on the edge of the hot tub, their stiffened arms behind them holding them up. They exchanged smiles and then they all looked down at her, watching her continue to service Jamal's big black cock, her head moving insistently up and down. They kept this up for about five minutes, the woman's hands pumping two hard cocks while another boy was using her mouth for his pleasure. Although watching her bobbing up and down from behind was one of the most erotic things Elliott had ever seen, he wished he could see her from their position. He knew it would be even more arousing to see close up those sweet pouty lips of hers travelling up and down Jamal's long thick rod.
As if Jamal had read his mind, Elliott saw the boy push his mother off his cock and slide forward, standing up as he stepped over to the middle of the tub, the water level halfway up his thighs. Elliott saw his mother turn and watch him, wondering what was going on. Even from this distance, Elliott could see the rapturous desire in her eyes as she gazed at Jamal's stallion-like cock, glistening traces of her slobber dangling from the head and underside of his monstrous prick. Jamal turned sideways and motioned to a spot in the water right in front of him as he spoke to the woman, his words mere mumbles as they drifted up to Elliott.
Elliott saw his mother nod obediently. She released the two cocks in her hands and moved beneath the water to the spot Jamal had indicated, turning so her pretty face was right in front of his throbbing prick. They were perfectly in profile now from Elliott's vantage point, and he could see that his mother's eyes were glazed over with lust as she moved closer and opened her mouth wide, a glistening jewel of saliva dangling off her bottom lip. Jamal wrapped his hand around his prick and pointed it downward, plugging the big mushroom head right into her hot sucking mouth. With her lips stretched almost to the tearing point, as the broad coronal ridge slipped deeper into her mouth, she locked down on the monstrous invader, the long hard cock totally within her possession.
As Jamal removed his hand from his cock, he turned and looked up at the window. Elliott was sure he saw the boy give him a wink as he started to rock his hips, fucking his mother's face. Jamal even reached down to the side of her face that was directly towards Elliott, smoothing back a stray wisp of hair that had come loose from her ponytail, as if to give Elliott the best view possible. Elliott remembered Jamal's comment when his mom said she wanted to put her hair up so it wouldn't get wet. Jamal had said he "didn't want it getting in the way of anything." Elliott now knew exactly what Jamal had been referring to.
He could really see his mother clearly now, and the look of enthusiastic desire on her face was clear as day. She was hungrily bobbing her head up and down on the big black stick, her lips pursed forward like a fish out of water as she devoured the cock before her. Elliott could see sticky gobs of saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth. And every time she drew back towards the tip, Jamal's cock shone with her spit, frothy strands of sticky saliva sliding down the shaft of his cock and hanging from his big egg-shaped balls. Elliott could see the boy was getting a hot, and seriously wet, blow-job. His mother was definitely a slobberer, and Elliott knew that hot wet mouth of hers must feel amazing to Jamal as she sucked him off. She could only take about half of the huge prick into her mouth, and Elliott could have sworn he saw a look of disappointment and frustration on her face as she tried vainly to take more. Even from up in his room, it looked to Elliott like his mother was purring inside, loving the way her mouth was being violated by the big black cock, even though it looked like it was stretching her jaws to the breaking point.
Elliott was carefully stroking his own cock now, knowing he was a hair-trigger away from shooting, but he was hoping to be able to hold off. He wanted to shoot at the same time as Jamal. He only had a couple more minutes to wait before he saw Jamal look down at his mother and speak quietly to her, and then his head turned up, his eyes closing as a look of pure bliss came over his face.
"Oh fuck, YESSSSSS!" Jamal groaned loudly, and even over the bubbling murmur of the jets, his words reached Elliott clearly. Elliott saw the boy's defined abs flexing, and he knew a big load of hot teenage semen was speeding up the shaft of that thick black cock.
He turned his attention to his mother, noticing she was still bobbing feverishly on the boy's throbbing erection. She pulled back to the top, her lips locked down with just the flared cockhead inside her mouth. Elliott saw her throat contract as she swallowed, knowing Jamal was filling her mouth with his potent seed. Jamal's stomach muscles flexed again, and then a milky drop appeared at the corner of his mother's mouth. The drop grew in size and started to flow down her chin and Jamal's pulsing shaft. The young black man was filling her mouth, and the overflow was trickling from the corners of her lips. She swallowed again, taking another volley of cum into her welcoming stomach.
Watching his mother hungrily swallow his bully's cum was all it took to send Elliott spinning over the edge. His hand had to barely touch his firecracker cock and it went off, spraying milky jizz against the wall beneath the window. His eyes were glued to his mother's sucking mouth, her eyes closed in bliss and her face a mask of lust as she swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, as Elliott's climax overwhelmed him. More glistening semen was seeping from the corners of her mouth and down Jamal's pulsing shaft, some of it dangling lewdly from her chin and the boy's huge nuts. Elliott found the pearly rivulets of cum wickedly arousing, and his own cock spewed more spunk than he thought possible, his whole body quivering with the power of his orgasm. He finally finished and was left gasping, but he could see that his mother was still working on Jamal's shooting cock, more of that sizzling teenage baby batter oozing from the corners of her mouth. And he saw her swallow again, and then, finally, Jamal took her head in his hands and just held her still, letting her nurse at the oozing tip of his cock as his climax slowly waned.
Elliott was starting to recover his breath as Jamal lifted his mother's head off his cock. Elliott could see the gobs of cum dangling from her chin now as Jamal looked down at her. As her glassy eyes looked up at him, he took his big index finger and drew it across her chin, gathering up his warm seed. He teasingly showed her his cum-covered finger, and then slipped it into her mouth. She eagerly accepted his offering, her eyes hooded in pleasure as she closed her lips over his finger and sucked at it ravenously. Jamal slowly drew his finger back and forth between her lips, like he was fucking her.
Satisfied that she'd licked his finger clean, he took hold of her head once more and brought her face closer, pulling her mouth between his legs. The smooth black skin of his sack was glistening with a mixture of her gooey saliva and his milky cum. He didn't have to tell her what to do. Elliott watched his mother eagerly extend her tongue and run it beneath a pearly wad of goo hanging from his balls. She licked upward, her tongue tracing over the silky skin as she gathered in a mouthful of their combined juices.
Elliott saw Jamal look up at him and smile as his mother enthusiastically continued her work, getting every stray drop of the young black man's semen, and her own spit, inside her. It looked to Elliott like she'd be happy to stay there all day, but after a minute or two, Jamal pushed her head back. He smiled down at her, and Elliott saw the look on her face. He knew that look. It was the same one he'd had on his face many times when he'd looked at his mother for her approval, and she'd given it. Those feelings had warmed his heart, knowing he'd made her happy and proud. And after sucking off Jamal, his mother had that same look on her face when Jamal smiled down at her. Elliott shuddered as he looked at his mother's face, seeing how happy she was to be so subservient to Jamal. But he found himself wracked with guilt as well-guilt because he found it just as exciting as he found it disturbing.
His thoughts were broken as he saw Jamal turn and say something to Gunner and Zeke, his words still inaudible over the sounds of the hot tub. The two boys nodded and stepped into the hot tub, walking over to the middle. Elliott was shocked to see Jamal nod to Gunner and pass him his mother's head, backing away as Gunner took her head in his hands. Gunner stepped forward as Jamal moved back. The blonde boy was quick to plug his rigid prick into the woman's mouth. Elliott saw her eagerly accept the second cock, her mouth moving down the stiff shaft with no hesitation.
Gunner worked her mouth up and down for a couple of minutes and then passed her over to Zeke, who'd been standing next to him and leisurely stroking his own hard cock. They kept this up for a little while, passing her back and forth, gobs of saliva hanging off each of their thrusting rods.
Elliott was mesmerized as he watched, his cock stiffening up again already as he watched the lurid scene taking place below him. He was too spellbound by the two boys taking turns fucking his mother's face to even notice that Jamal had climbed out of the hot tub and sauntered into the house. Gunner had her head back in his hands now, rolling his hips as he fed his surging phallus deep into her mouth, his fingers entwined in her blonde locks. He passed her back to Zeke, who plugged his dripping cock right back into that willing receptacle, his mother's face glistening with saliva and precum.
Elliott's hand subconsciously went back to his cock, his fingers circling his rising pecker. He pumped back and forth, mesmerized by what the boys were doing to his mother.
"Well, Kid, I guess you like what you see."
Elliott spun around. He hadn't heard the door of his room open, but Jamal was standing just behind him, his massive cock hanging out before him like a club. The tall young black man had caught Elliott unawares, and Elliott was dumbstruck, unable to speak, standing there with his pants off, his hand wrapped around his hard cock.
Jamal looked down at what he was doing, and then up into Elliott's eyes as he nodded towards the window. "I bet you wish it was your cock your mother had her lips wrapped around, don't you?" Jamal hefted his long black prick and brandished it in Elliott's direction, shiny traces of his mother's saliva shining on the surface of the ebony shaft. Elliott flushed, giving Jamal the answer to his question. "Yeah, that's what I thought. But I don't blame you at all. Your mother's one hot-looking woman, and that mouth...fuck, that's the best blowjob I've had in a long time." Jamal paused as he hefted his heavy dick, as if presenting it to Elliott for inspection. "With just a little training, your mom'll be taking this whole thing down her throat in no time."
Elliott couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his lips. The thought of his mother taking that enormous black cock down her throat was unimaginable. But the electrifying jolt of arousal that sent a pulsation of blood to his young prick was evidence of how wickedly exciting he thought the idea of that was at the same time.
Jamal smirked as he noticed the twitch in Elliott's pecker at the same time a guilty look came over the boy's face. "Yeah, you like the idea of that, don't you, Smallcox? You like the idea of seeing your sexy mom taking every last inch of this big black stick down her pretty little throat, don't you. Well, she's going to, whether you like it or not. And she's going to take it in all three of her holes before we're done. Yeah, all three holes, from all three of us. We'll keep your sweet mom so full of cum, the stuff'll be running out of her."
Elliott couldn't help himself, listening to what Jamal said they were going to do to his mother had him rock-hard again. He stood there as if in a trance as he listened to his bully, his hand unknowingly stroking his throbbing erection.
Jamal could see right through the boy. Fuck, if that was his mom, he'd feel the same. How could you live in a house every day with somebody with a body and tits like that and not want to fuck her every which way but loose? And that face, and that beautiful blonde hair. Combine that with a body that was just made for fucking...fuck, the woman was absolutely gorgeous. No fucking doubt about it. And he'd picked up right from the start-although she'd tried to show how in control of everything she was-that she was submissive. Yes, a willing submissive just waiting from someone to take control and show her what that perfect body of hers was for. He'd seen it in her eyes when he'd rubbed up against her at the kitchen counter. Fuck, the little hottie had fucking come just feeling the thick log of his prick rubbing up against her ass. If she came like that, he couldn't wait to see how she'd react when he fed every last inch of his black prick into her pussy.
He had some things in mind for this kid, too, things that he and his buddies would get a kick out of, while giving the kid his share of the thrills with his mother as well. With a woman built like that, there was definitely enough to go around. He just had a few questions for the kid first.
"Let go of that cock of yours for a minute." Elliott's hand stopped but he seemed reluctant to let it go. Whether he was embarrassed or just so turned on that he didn't want to stop, Jamal didn't care. "Don't worry, you'll be able to get off soon enough, and I guarantee you'll like what I have in store for you."
Jamal nodded towards the window, and Elliott flushed again. Did that nod by Jamal indicate that he'd get a shot at his mother? "If that was the case...holy fuck!" Elliott thought to himself. He immediately removed his hand from his dick.
"Good. Now, how many times a day do you usually jerk off thinking about her?" Jamal could see Elliott hesitate, and he knew the kid was feeling guilty, but he was tired of this shit. "C'mon, Smallcox, I don't have time for you to fuck around like this. If you want a shot at your mother, answer my fucking questions."
There it was, Elliott thought. Jamal had put it right out in the open. He might get a shot at his mother. Just the thought of that gave him the courage he needed. "Uh, usually five or six times a day." He answered with a shrug of his shoulders, his eyes looking away from Jamal's as he felt his face flush.
"Five or six times? That's pretty fucking good for a little white boy. Now, I want you to think long and hard about this next question. What would you like to do to her more than anything else? Fuck her? Have her suck you off? I imagine all of it, but what's your favorite fantasy about her?"
Elliott really felt his face turning red now, but he knew he had to tell Jamal the truth, or he'd regret it for the rest of his life. "I uh...I really want to be able to use my...to use my mouth on her...on her, you know."
A big smile came over Jamal's face as he nodded. "So, you want to eat out your mother's sweet pussy. Is that it? That's what you think about the most?"
"Yes. Yes sir." Elliott still found it difficult to meet Jamal's eyes.
"Yeah, I can see you lapping at Mommy's dripping cunt. I think that's perfect for you. Now, what would you be willing to do if I tell you I'll make that happen for you?"
With a look of alarm, Elliott looked down at Jamal's monstrous cock, now hanging menacingly between his powerful thighs. It hung downwards, but well out from his body. Elliott was surprised to see that it hadn't gone flaccid after he'd dumped his load into Elliott's mother's mouth. To Elliott, it still looked half-hard, as if it could be ready to go at a moment's notice.
Jamal saw where Elliott was looking, and read the fear in the kid's eyes. "Hey, don't worry, we're not going to tear open that little virgin ass of yours. But there will be some things I'll want you to do, things I think you'll like."
"Uh, what kind of things?"
Jamal was starting to get pissed off. "Look, do want to stick that tongue of yours up your mother's cunt, or what? I said I'll want you to do some things for us, but I can guarantee that we won't hurt you, or your mother, if you agree. And if you want a shot at that pretty little pussy of hers, you need to make that decision now."
It took Elliott only a second or two to answer. "Yes sir. I'll...I'll do whatever you like."
Jamal nodded, pleased with Elliott's answer, and the respectful way he'd called him 'sir'. "And I assume you're a virgin, right?"
Elliott's eyes dropped away, giving Jamal the answer that he'd already expected. A big smile came over Jamal's face. "Don't worry about that either. You won't be for long. And it's going to be fun for us to see that your mother's going to be the one to bust your cherry. Now let's go. I can promise you you'll have a lot more fun than staying in here by yourself."
Jamal turned and started walking towards the door. Elliott remained riveted in place, stunned by what he'd just heard, images of losing his virginity and having his own mouth glued to his mother's pussy firing rapidly in his twisted young brain. Was it really going to happen? If he did what Jamal or the boys asked him to do, was he really going to get a chance to fuck his mother and lick her pussy? Jamal stopped at the door and turned, a stern look coming over his face. "I'm not gonna tell you again, you little fucker. Move it, or both you and your mom are gonna regret it."
Elliott tucked his throbbing prick into his pants and followed eagerly, wondering what was going to happen next.
...to be continued in Chapter 4...
Chapter 4
Jamal led the way down the stairs and back outside, Elliott close behind like a puppy following its master. When they stepped out of the house onto the pool deck, the boys standing in the hot tub were taking turns fucking Tanya's face. Right now, she had her lips wrapped around Zeke's cock, while Gunner stood next to his friend, grinning as he stroked his rigid prick.
Tanya had a blissful look of pleasure on her face, her eyes half-closed as she compliantly let her head be pulled back and forth on Zeke's thrusting erection. She was still on her knees in the hot tub, the water level covering about half of her big tits, the upper swells of her breasts quivering as Zeke pulled her upper body back and forth. The sun glistened off their wet bodies, sparkling like jewels.
"Are you guys close?" Jamal asked, stopping next to the tub. Elliott came to a standstill behind him, unsure of what to do.
"Oh fuck, yeah," Zeke said. "I don't think I've ever had such a hot, hungry mouth on my cock. This MILF is amazing."
"What about you?" Jamal nodded to Gunner.
"No problem. That sweet mouth of hers has got me primed and ready to blow anytime."
Jamal's voice had alerted Tanya to his presence and she looked up, spotting her son standing there, his eyes wide open as he watched her slurping away at the big cock plugged into her mouth. A feeling of guilt and dread washed over her as she pushed at Zeke's legs, spitting out the huge dick inside her mouth, gobs of saliva dangling lewdly from the upright shaft.
"Elliott...I...you..." she mumbled, words failing her.
"Now, don't get all worried, Mrs. Cox," Jamal said, casually waving his hand in a calming motion. "Your sweet, innocent little boy has been up in his room watching us the whole time." He pointed upward, and Tanya's eyes followed his finger instinctively to Elliott's window. "Not only was he watching us, he was taking pictures as well."
"Pictures?" Tanya said, her mind swirling.
"Plus, he was jerking off at the same time. You should see the size of the load he splattered all over the wall."
Elliott blushed red as his mother's eyes went back and forth between him and Jamal, her face showing her confusion.
"He shouldn't...I mean I shouldn't..." Tanya stammered, her overloaded brain searching for the right words.
"Oh yes, you definitely should," Jamal replied with a nod, his voice calm and assertive. "And you definitely will." Tanya remained in the pool on her knees, looking at Jamal, her face flushed with guilt. "Now, this is the way this is going to go. Elliott here is going to tutor us, just like you said. I don't know about these assholes, but I don't want to spend my whole life flipping burgers, so I actually think that's going to be a good thing. But we already told you, we can't afford to pay him. So, in return, we're going to give Elliott here some tutoring of our own, about women. And you're going to help us with those lessons, to help make sure his education in the important things in life is complete. Yes, every boy needs a good, well-rounded education." Jamal looked right at Tanya's big tits when he said the last line, causing his friends to grin broadly.
Tanya looked from Jamal to Elliott, and back again, her whole world having been turned upside down in less than twenty-four hours.
"And not only are you going to help with Elliott's education, but while we're getting tutored, you're going to be providing the three of us with the extra-curricular activities that our teachers keep saying all students need." Jamal took his half-hard cock in his hand and pointed it at her, making her an offer he already knew she wouldn't be able to refuse. He took a slow leisurely stroke up the shaft, bringing a dewy bead of precum to the tip, the gooey drop glistening invitingly. Even though she was riddled by guilt, Jamal could see the wanton look in her eyes as they dropped to his prick. They went right to his massive, flared cockhead, and he saw her swallow, her lips still wet and parted. Yes, he knew exactly what she wanted-and needed.
"So, is everything clear, Tanya?" Jamal asked, the use of her first name making it clear to everyone who was in charge. "Or do we go back to the way things were before?"
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