Misc. Erotica My Brother and the bullies

[Brat404]

He nodded towards Elliott, and Tanya knew exactly what he was saying. She didn't want to think about what her son's life would be like if she refused. But she knew that Jamal knew exactly what she was thinking, and feeling, inside. That once she'd had a taste for that big, black cock of his, and the other two boys, that she was lost. Like a drug addict, she was already hooked, and there was no going back. She knew inside that she needed those big cocks, needed them like an alcoholic needs that next drink. But she also knew that Jamal was offering her a way out, an excuse to justify her behavior. If anybody was to ask or say anything about what she was doing, she could say that she was doing it for Elliott's benefit, to stop him from being bullied by these three monsters. She could see by the knowing look in Jamal's eyes that he knew this as well, and was saying this for her benefit, for which she was grateful.
"I...I understand," she replied, nodding in agreement.
"Good, that's what I like to hear," Jamal said, smiling as he calmly nodded before turning to his two friends. "Get her out of there and onto one of those chairs." He pointed to one of the padded, poolside loungers a short distance away.
Gunner and Zeke helped Tanya out of the hot tub and over to the lounger, water running off their bodies onto the deck surface. The boys each had one of her arms and laid her back, her upper body raised slightly by the inclined lounger. On her back, her huge tits spread out sideways over the full breadth of her chest, the massive globes of flesh on the verge of oozing out of the sides as well as over the top edge of the jam-packed bra cups.
"That's good," Jamal said as the boys took a spot on either side of her, their hands going back to their hard cocks. "Now, fill her mouth." He turned his attention to Tanya, who was looking at him questioningly. "And Tanya, once they do, don't swallow it...not until I tell you."
She nodded obediently, and Jamal gestured to his two friends, who moved in close and started stroking their big pricks, more vigorously now. Their hands flew back and forth, precum glinting in the sun as it flew from the tips of their cocks every which way, many of them falling on Tanya's face.
"Open your mouth for them, Tanya," Jamal said. "Give my boys a target."
Tanya compliantly opened her mouth into an inviting 'O' as the boys moved in closer, the engorged ends of their boners sometimes brushing against her face as they pumped away at them.
"Are you almost there, Zeke?" Gunner asked, setting his feet firmly in position.
"Oh yeah, buddy. That fucking mouth of hers had me ready to shoot almost as soon as I stuck my cock in it." Zeke got into position as well, his hand almost a blur as he pointed the dripping tip right at Tanya's face.
"OH FUCK...HERE YOU GO, BABY!" Gunner said with a groan as he started to come. He held his hand still for a second as a long white rope shot forth, hitting Tanya on the cheek and streaming into her open mouth.
"YEAH...Here it comes, a nice mouthful for ya," Zeke responded as he started to climax as well. A milky ribbon spewed forth from the tip of his raging prick, splattering the other side of her face before he got it aimed into her beckoning mouth. The two boys moved closer, the crimson heads of their dicks almost touching right over her open mouth as they totally unloaded, flooding her mouth with a torrent of jizz. They were both grunting and moaning as they continued to stroke their spewing cocks, gobs and strands of cum filling the beckoning receptacle of Tanya's open mouth.
"Oh yeah, nothing I like better than feeding a hungry MILF," Gunner said as he pumped rope after rope into Tanya's rapidly-filling mouth.
Elliott couldn't believe what he was seeing, his mother stretched out before him with two guys filling her mouth with cum. The look on her face was unreal. Her blue eyes were hooded, with a glassy wanton look in them as they kept dumping their loads into her mouth. Her face showed the serene pleasure she was feeling by being used, by being used by these young boys as their personal cum dump. Elliott could see that they were almost done now, and his mother's mouth was overflowing with spunk, glistening trickles of thick teenage semen sliding sluggishly down her cheeks. Elliott was both shocked and painfully aroused by what he was seeing, his cock once again feeling like an iron bar in his pants.
Zeke shook his spent prick one more time, the final drops of pearly seed dropping onto Tanya's face. Gunner did the same, and then both of them stepped back, smiles on their faces as they looked down at the 40-year old MILF, her mouth full, her lower face covered with cum.
"Remember, don't swallow, Tanya," Jamal said as he stepped forward and looked at the huge pool of cum in the woman's mouth. He smiled, and then turned. "Elliott."
Elliott was shocked to hear his name and looked up. He pointed to himself questioningly, as if Jamal had made a mistake by calling out his name.
"Yeah, you," Jamal said, extending his hand toward Elliott. "Come over here." Sheepishly, Elliott stepped forward as Jamal slipped his arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. "Remember what we talked about? About the things you'd like to do?"
Struck dumb, Elliott could only nod.
"How would you like to come in that sweet mouth of your mother's too?"
As Jamal spoke the words, Elliott looked right at his mother, his reddening face telling her what he was thinking. She seemed to nod with her eyes, letting him know that it was okay, that she understood, that she was doing this to help him, to protect him. That no matter what the boys wanted both of them to do, everything would be all right. After seeing that look in his mother's eyes, Elliott glanced up at Jamal and nodded.
"Good," Jamal replied, patting Elliott on the back. "Take your pants off."
Elliott was far too excited at this point to feel sheepish about what was going to happen. The thought of getting his rock-hard cock into his mother's mouth was too wild, too totally fucking insane to even think about. If Jamal was willing to let him jerk off into his mother's mouth too, he was all for it. Elliott hurriedly pulled off his pants and tossed them aside, his rigid dick standing at full attention, pointing directly to the North Star.
"Not a bad-sized dick for a little guy," Jamal said as he looked at Elliott, and then at his two friends, who shrugged and nodded in agreement before Jamal turned back to the young boy standing next to him. "There's only one thing you need to do before you get a shot at that pretty mouth, Elliott."
Elliott looked up at Jamal, totally perplexed, his eyebrows arched up questioningly.
Jamal smiled as he pointed down to Elliott's mother. "I want you to French kiss your mother first, and then you can use that mouth any way you want."
Elliott's eyes flew open, as did Tanya's. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked down at his mother's face, her mouth overflowing with thick milky cum. Elliott felt Jamal's big hand squeeze his shoulder, a rough warning squeeze. "Remember what we talked about, Smallcox?" Jamal whispered into Elliott's ear. "If you do as I tell you, I can guarantee you'll be eating out Mommy's sweet pussy as much as you want. If you don't, both you, and your mother, are gonna get fucked up. You got it?" He punctuated his statement by squeezing Elliott's shoulder even harder, almost making the boy yelp.
Elliott was shocked by what he'd been asked to do, but at the same time, his perverted young brain found the whole twisted scenario sinfully arousing. As he thought about being made to kiss his mother, to stick his tongue into that sea of spunk, he'd felt an electrifying jolt pulse through him right to his cock. His erection was so hard it was almost painful. Although he felt an inkling of guilt, knowing that's the way he was supposed to feel, he actually felt the opposite deep in his heart. Maybe it was because he needed a male role model, and hadn't had one since his dad left. Maybe deep down he liked being under someone's control. Whatever it was, he knew he'd do whatever the young black man wanted him to do.
Elliott looked into his mother's eyes, seeing that same look again, letting him know she understood. Maybe she understood that he needed this, needed to be told what to do by a big powerful man, Elliott thought.
With no further hesitation, he stepped forward and kneeled down on the pool deck, his face next to his mother's. From the corner of his eye, he saw Gunner and Zeke move around the lounger to the other side so they had a better view. Elliott looked into his mother's eyes as he moved closer, those warm blue orbs giving him permission to keep going. He thought he saw a glint of excitement in them as well, and then she softly closed them, waiting for his kiss.
Elliott could smell their semen now, the warm masculine scent wafting into his senses. He was shocked to find the intoxicating fragrance made him almost dizzy with excitement. He could feel his cock throb, and knew he was leaking precum like crazy. With his heart pounding in his chest, he lowered his mouth, his lips meeting a layer of pearly semen before they pressed against his mother's pouty lips beneath. With his lips against hers, he slid his tongue into her open mouth, delving deep into the pool of cloudy cum.
Elliott was surprised at the warmth of the gooey fluid, his tongue rolling slowly around the insides of his mother's accepting mouth. She was kissing him back now, her tongue meeting his in an illicitly sinful dance, pushing some of the cum back into his mouth.
"Mmm..." Elliott heard his mother moan as she did, her tongue rolling sensually against his as she explored his mouth. She drew his tongue back into her mouth, almost sucking it in, pulling his tongue deeper as it plowed through the milky gobs of jizz.
"Mmm..." Elliott heard another contented moan escape their joined mouths, and was surprised to realize that this one came from him. He feathered his tongue through the puddle of spunk, loving the wicked sensation that was coursing through him. The whole lurid affair had him more excited than he'd ever been in his life, the flavor and scent of the boys' cum setting his libido on fire.
The three boys watching smiled at each other, and then Jamal spoke. "Swallow it, Elliott. Get your mother all cleaned up for us."
Spellbound by the hypnotic allure of what he was doing, Elliott used his tongue to draw a big wad of the thick white semen into his mouth. With his lips still pressed to his mother's, he swallowed. The clumpy gob moved deep into his mouth and down his throat, the slippery cum sliding like warm silk down his throat. When it hit his stomach, he felt another jolt of excitement shoot right to his throbbing prick, and he knew he wanted more.
"Mmm..." He moaned louder this time as he stuck his tongue deep into his mother's mouth, sucking another huge wad of slime back into his mouth.
"Let him have all of that cum this time, Tanya," Jamal said, happily watching the lurid scene taking place before him. "Don't worry about getting your share, we'll keep you well-fed from now on."
Tanya was just as turned on as Elliott, her pussy dripping as her son kissed her deeply, sucking the warm cum right out of her mouth. She ardently kissed him back, pressing her lips to his, both of them moaning softly as she used her tongue to push the potent seed into his young mouth, feeding him like a mother bird feeds its babies.
When Elliott had swallowed every drop from within her mouth, he enthusiastically moved to her cheeks, his broad flat tongue licking upward. He lapped up the silvery rivulets that had run down her cheeks onto her neck before doing the same to her other cheek, and then her chin. He worked feverishly as the boys watched, their hands leisurely stroking their big, limber cocks.
Elliott finally sat back, both his and his mother's face flushed. Not one trace of white remained on his mother's face. All that was left were the drying traces of his saliva. Every savory morsel of the boys' thick, potent cum was safely in the pit of Elliott's stomach.
"Good job, Kid," Jamal said. "That mouth of hers is all yours now."
Elliott quickly looked at his mother, as if asking permission. She simply nodded, her hand reaching out to Elliott's side. Without waiting a second longer, he threw his leg over the lounger, straddling her body. He was so aroused he thought he might go off on the spot.
Tanya sensed her son's excitement and leaned her head forward, just as he pointed his surging dick down at her face. She was excited as well, the nastiness of being made to do these kinds of things with her own son turning her on more than she'd thought possible. At this moment she didn't care if she was the worst mother in the world-all she cared about right now was that her pussy felt like it was on fire, and she was so aroused that she thought her clit was going to explode.
She ovalled her lips as Elliott thrust his hips forward, plowing his throbbing erection right into her beckoning mouth. Her tongue instantly rolled over his sensitive cockhead, bathing it with her spit. She caved in her cheeks right away, enveloping his young prick in a hot buttery sheath. Without thinking, Tanya shot one hand down between her legs, her fingers sliding inside her bikini bottom. She was soaking wet, and her fingers instantly went to the fiery beacon of her needy clit.
"Oh my God...oh my God...oh my GODDDDD..." Elliott groaned as he started to come, within seconds of his mother's hot wet mouth closing down around his throbbing erection. Her mouth was deliciously hot, and luxuriously wet. It was everything he'd ever imagined it to be...and more.
Tanya felt her son's hips twitch as he came, a powerful rope of cum spewing from the end of his surging prick and pasting itself deep into her mouth. As soon as that thick rich wad of semen pooled on her tongue, the illicit wickedness of what she was doing shot through her, sending an electrifying pulse right to her throbbing clit. Her slick fingertips circled the stiff nodule, causing a jolting orgasm to start deep inside her and radiate like an atomic bomb throughout her lush, mature body.
"Ehhhmmm," Tanya groaned loudly, her mouth locked tight around her son's cock as the jangling sensations washed over her in scintillating waves. She kept rubbing her clit as she came, her warm juices gushing into her bikini bottoms.
"Your baby's load is all yours, Tanya," Jamal's voice came to their ears. "Go ahead, swallow it."
Tanya did, and then eagerly kept sucking for more.
Elliott kept coming, flooding his mother's mouth with more cum than he thought possible, even after he'd already shot a load earlier. He'd never felt anything as exquisite as that beautiful mouth in his life, and he never wanted it to stop. He kept shooting, his young hips shaking as he dumped wad after wad of his milky spunk into his mother's vacuuming mouth. Finally, the delightful tingling sensations dwindled, and he stood there over his mother, trying to recover, feeling like he could barely stand.
"Well, that was interesting. It seemed like you two really enjoyed that." Jamal's words brought Elliott back to earth and he quickly drew his leg back from straddling his mother, his spent dick coming out of her sucking mouth with an audible 'POP!'
Like Elliott, Tanya felt guilty under the leering gaze of the three boys. She drew her hand from inside her bikini bottoms, but all of them were watching her.
"My, my, look at those sticky fingers." Tanya's hand stopped right where it was after Jamal spoke, all eyes going to her glistening hand, her slender fingers covered with warm cunt-honey. "That seems like such a waste," Jamal continued. "I think you should let your little boy have a taste. After all, you just got a mouthful of his cum, it's only fair to give him some of yours."
Tanya looked at Elliott, who was staring at her sticky fingers, his face flushing with embarrassment, but a look of pure desire in his young eyes. She could see how much he wanted what Jamal was offering him, a chance to taste her forbidden juices. Like everything else that had happened in the last day, this turned her on too, making her shiver with illicit arousal. Wanting to ease her young son's anxiety, she extended her hand toward him, giving him a knowing smile that she knew would soothe his guilt.
Elliott saw that look in her eyes and relief washed over him as she lifted her hand, knowing she was all right with him doing what Jamal was asking him to do. He stepped forward and lowered his mouth to her hand, opening his lips. His mother smiled at him bewitchingly as she slid her gooey fingers into his mouth, as if she knew that deep in his heart, this is what he wanted more than anything.
As soon as those slender fingers entered his mouth, Elliott closed his lips around them, his tongue pressing against her skin. He licked and sucked at her cum-covered digits, drawing her warm juices deep into his mouth. When they hit his taste buds, he almost swooned with pleasure, the taste of her womanly nectar thrilling him to the core. To Elliott, it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted in his young life, and he knew he was hooked, that he wanted as much of his mother's delectable cunt-honey as he could get. And if he did as Jamal asked, he knew his dream of doing that just might come true.
Elliott lifted his eyes to his mother's as he licked her hand clean, seeing a sly smile come over her face as she deliberately drew her delicate fingers back and forth between his lips, fucking his mouth with her fingers. He felt like he could have stayed there for hours, looking into those gorgeous blue eyes of hers as she let him lick her fingers clean.
"All right, that's enough of that," Jamal said, pulling Elliott away from his mother. "You two have each had a little something to put in your bellies, now what about us." He turned to Tanya. "Do you have anything to eat around here?"
"Uh, yes," Tanya replied sheepishly as she sat up hurriedly on the lounger. "I...uh...I made some pasta salad and-"
"That's good. That'll do it. Why don't you go back upstairs, get cleaned up and change into that pretty little dress you were wearing earlier? I saw the shower in the cabana there. The boys and I'll get cleaned up in there, and then I think it'll be nice to have lunch out here on the deck." Jamal pointed to the glass-topped patio table a short distance outside the sliding doors to the house. "And while you're getting lunch ready, Elliott here can bring us something cold to drink."
"Uh, all right," Tanya said as she got up, grabbed her towel and started towards the house before she was stopped as Jamal took her by the arm.
"I know you don't have any right now, but next time we come, we'd like it if you could have some Red Bull in the fridge. I think we're going to go through a lot of that in the future. You can do that for us, can't you?"
Jamal's voice had taken on that lulling hypnotic tone again, the low mesmerizing timbre of his words almost making Tanya dizzy thinking about these virile young men amped up on Red Bull. "I...yes."
Her answer brought a big smile to Jamal's face. He leaned down, bringing his lips to hers, giving her a deep passionate kiss. She felt herself melting in his arms as she quickly succumbed to the desires welling up within her, kissing him back, letting his hands roam over her breasts as he pulled her close. He finally pulled his face back from hers, leaving her breathless.
"I think we all need some fuel inside us before we move on to Round Two," Jamal whispered quietly to her, his eyes running blatantly over her lush body as if he wanted to ravish her right there on the spot. She knew if he wanted to, she had no willpower within her to resist even one little bit.
"Round Two?" was all she could gasp out questioningly.
"Oh yeah, baby, we're not done with you by any means. You're gonna be tired and sore by the time we're done with you today, but I can guarantee that you'll never want it to stop." He reached down and brought her hand to his resurgent dick. She instinctively closed her hand around it, feeling it pulse strongly as it grew beneath her tiny fingers. She started to move her hand back and forth along the growing ebony shaft, but he turned abruptly, pulling it out of her grasp.
He leaned in and kissed her once more, and then brought his mouth back to her ear, his hot breath making her tingle all the way down to her toes. "Don't worry, sweetheart, you're gonna get all the cock you can handle. Me and the boys are gonna take good care of you, give you just what you need. We're gonna fill you so full of cum, the stuff'll be running out of you for a week."
As Jamal stood back and walked away, Tanya was reeling with excitement as she looked down at his huge cock hanging out half-hard in front of him. She was so aroused by what he said that her pussy was almost gushing. She had a nagging itch deep inside her that she knew it would take a big cock to scratch, and maybe more than one. Maybe three, and maybe more than once each.
With a sly smile on her face and a burning need between her legs, she turned and entered the house, looking forward to Round Two.
...to be continued in Chapter 5...

Chapter 5


As the boys disappeared into the cabana to shower up, Elliott pulled his pants back on and retreated into the house, unsure of what to do. He closed the sliding door behind him and was just turning when his mother's voice reached him.
"Elliott?"
He looked up, seeing his mother hugging the wall at the top of the stairwell as she craned her head around the corner. "Yes, Mom?"
"Honey, could you be a dear and make a quick run to the store for me. Just take some money from my purse and the keys are by the front door."
"Oh, okay. What do you want me to get?"
"Grab a couple of bags of chips, whatever you think the boys might like. And get some of those Red Bull drinks too."
"The energy drink?"
"Yeah, that's the one. Red Bull."
"Uh, how many? Just one for each of them for lunch?"
"Uh, no. Maybe you should get more than that, in case they get thirsty later."
Elliott started pondering what she meant by 'later', and what was going to happen between now and then that might make them thirsty. "Okay. How many then?"
"Well, do you know if they come in a case of twenty-four?"
Elliott's eyes opened wide at the thought of those guys with a case of Red Bull inside them. "I uh...I'm not sure, but I can look."
"Okay, good. Twenty-four should be fine. And see if they have them cold. Make sure you get some cold ones. And, oh yeah, get something for yourself, if there's something else you want." Tanya paused as Elliott nodded. "Great. I'm just gonna take a quick shower. I should be done by the time you get back and then we can get lunch together. Thanks, sweetie." She put her hand to her mouth and blew him a kiss before stepping back and disappearing from view.
Elliott had been worried that things would be awkward when he and his mother came face to face again, but that cute little smile on her face as she blew him that kiss set him at ease, letting him know everything was okay. He'd have hated it if they both had to deal with each other day in and day out while being riddled with guilt. That windblown kiss and the brightness in his mother's eyes let him know he had nothing to worry about. He actually felt the anxiety wash out of him, for which he was grateful.
He took a few bills from her purse and grabbed the keys to the SUV. Opening the garage door, he backed out past Jamal's van and headed the short distance to the variety store, the same one where he and his mother had confronted the bullies yesterday. He couldn't believe so much had happened in such a short time. His mother had met them for the first time less than twenty-fours ago, and now they were treating her like their cum-hungry bitch. But he noticed she wasn't complaining-no siree, not at all.
Elliott was still recovering from the intensity of the orgasm when he went off in his mother's mouth. The feeling had been even more amazing than he'd dreamed, and watching her eagerly swallow his cum was incredible. Elliott was rapidly starting to realize what Jamal had meant when he said he 'could do things for him'. And if it was more of that, Elliott knew he was all in.
When he got to the store he asked if they had a case of Red Bull in the cooler, and he was happy to find out that there was full case in the storage fridge in the back of the store. The owner was happy to have it taken off his hands. Elliott grabbed a couple of bags of chips and some Doritos for himself and was back home in no time. He slid the case of Red Bull in the spare fridge in the garage and made his way to the kitchen, where he stuck six cans of the stuff into the fridge there.
He was anxious to see what the boys had in store for his mother next, and he was just as keen to have them 'fuel up' on Red Bull, if that's what they wanted to do. He gathered up plates, silverware, and napkins and took them out to the patio table, distributing then around in five settings. He decided to wait until the boys came out from showering in the cabana before asking them what they wanted to drink.
He was just taking the pasta salad out of the fridge when he heard voices coming from outside. He looked up to see the three boys come out of the cabana and walk over to the table after placing their bathing suits and towels to dry on hooks on the side of the building. He noticed they'd all donned their jeans, but all three were shirtless. Their jeans hung low on their hips, not one inch of underwear in sight, letting him know they were going commando.
Elliott was envious of their muscular physiques. Each one had defined abs like people in ads for gyms, and both Gunner and Jamal had powerful looking chests, with pronounced pecs that looked like plates of body armor. Even Zeke, with a slightly smaller build, still had prominent muscles in his shoulders and arms. Elliott knew that when it came to having a muscular body like those guys, he'd been dealt a bad hand from the start. With a disgruntled shrug of his shoulders, he made his way outside.
"Hey guys, what would you like to drink with lunch?"
"What've you got? Still no beer, I guess," Zeke responded.
"Uh no. Sorry. We've got Coke and Dr Pepper, and we've got some Red Bull now too."
"Red Bull?" Jamal said as he looked at Elliott questioningly. "I thought you didn't have anything like that in the house."
Elliott shrugged. "We didn't. My mom asked me to drive to the store and get some just now."
"Nice. Smart woman. How many did you get, one for each of us?"
"Uh no, she asked me to get a whole case. Twenty-four."
Jamal had a sly smile on his face as he looked over at his two pals before returning his attention to Elliott. "That was very thoughtful of her to ask you to do that. I think she deserves a present in return, don't you think so, guys?"
"Definitely," Gunner replied.
"She deserves a present that's nice and big after being so thoughtful," Zeke said as he gave Gunner a playful punch in the shoulder.
"Yes, I think you're right," Jamal said. "We'll definitely give her something big." He turned back to Elliott. "That's great to know you've got that on hand, but a Coke is fine for now. We might need The Bull a little later." He gave Elliott a sly wink as he said that.
The other two chose Cokes as well. "Okay, Cokes all around. I'll be back in a minute." Elliott had just gotten some glasses filled with ice when his mother's voice reached him.
"Thanks for getting started on things, dear." He looked up as his mother came bounding down the stairs, her shapely body clad in her yellow dress again. "I tried to hurry through my shower. My hair's still a bit damp."
Her hair was down now, released from the scrunchie she'd been wearing when she was in the pool, and when she'd had her hair pulled back in the hot tub when she was having her mouth worked over by the bullies. It shone gloriously, the lustrous blonde highlights catching the light beautifully, a few of the tips still damp as they clung to her bare shoulders. It fell past her shoulders, framing her gorgeous face attractively.
Elliott noticed that she'd quickly touched up her makeup too. She'd brushed on some bronzy-pink eye shadow and applied some mascara, which made her already long lashes look even longer. Her lips had a coating of pink gloss that made them look wet and inviting. It struck him as funny that he was already looking at her mouth that way, having dumped a load of cum into it just a short time ago.
But it wasn't just the way she was dressed or how her hair looked, there was something different about her. She looked so alive, and seemed to be almost...he couldn't find the right word to describe it, but 'glowing' was the closest thing that came to mind.
"Were you able to get the drinks I asked you to get, sweetheart?" she asked as she joined him at the granite-topped island.
"Uh, yeah. They actually had a whole case in one of their big coolers. I put the whole case in the fridge in the garage and brought in six for now." He pointed to the fridge as he popped open the cans of Coke he'd already retrieved.
"That's great. The boys didn't want them?" she asked as she watched him pour the Cokes into their glasses.
"No, they just wanted Cokes right now." He couldn't help but notice that she had a bit of a disappointed look on her face. "But Jamal said they might want the Red Bull later." Her lips turned up in knowing smile after he said that.
She grabbed a big spoon and popped the lid off the pasta salad as Elliott pulled out a serving tray. He placed four iced-filled glasses on the tray, three with Coke and one Dr Pepper for himself. "What would you like to drink, Mom?"
"I've got an open bottle of sangria in there. I think that would be nice."
Elliott switched up his mother's tumbler for a big wine glass and poured the chilled fruity wine over ice for her, adding it to the tray. The boys were sitting around the patio table talking quietly as he made his way towards them and passed their drinks around and set out the plates and silverwear, the table shaded by the retractable canopy that projected from the side of the house.
Their attention was diverted as Tanya approached the table, loaded down with a large bowl in one hand and a big serving spoon in the other.
"Who'd like some pasta salad?" she asked as she stopped next to Jamal. Instinctively, she knew he was in charge and started serving him first, spooning the food onto his plate. "Elliott, could you go in and get the chips, please. I've already put them in bowls. Thank you, dear."
Elliott strode back into the house and picked up the two bowls from the kitchen island, one with chips and the other with Doritos. As he returned to the patio, he saw the three boys eyeing up his mother, Zeke and Gunner blatantly running their gaze up and down her curvy form. They looked like they were about to start drooling.
Elliott noticed his mother took a spot to Jamal's right at the round glass table. Elliott took the spot next to his mother, with Gunner and Zeke on the opposite side.
"Tanya, thank you for asking Elliott to pick up some Red Bull for us," Jamal said. "Me and the guys really appreciate it."
Tanya smiled sheepishly. "That's all right. You said you'd like it, so I thought, hey, no time like the present, right?"
"We're glad you were so thoughtful. It's going to come in real handy when we're getting tutored by Elliott. Sometimes when we're doing college work, we just want to drift off. That stuff'll give us an extra kick to make sure we're upright and at full attention, if you know what I mean."
Tanya couldn't help but blush at Jamal's provocative words. "Well, that's good then. I'm glad to help."
"Yes, with some Red Bull around," Jamal said as he nodded towards her, "and with your help," he paused as he blatantly reached over and ran his hand along Tanya's bare thigh, "we'll be able to keep going for hours on end-study, that is-even if things get really hard."
Tanya flushed at his words, her eyes moving to his hand, which was now stroking the inside of her thigh.
"Zeke, pass me those chips, would ya? Man, this food looks good." Jamal changed the topic of conversation, much to Tanya's relief, but his hand stayed where it was, his long black fingers caressing the smooth skin of her inner thigh just slightly above her knee.
As they started eating, the three boys talked about people that neither Tanya nor Elliott knew, and didn't seem to care that they were excluding them from their conversation. Elliott and Tanya sat quietly and ate, while all the time, Jamal kept his hand on Tanya's leg, stroking teasingly back and forth.
Towards the end of the meal, Elliott noticed Jamal shift his chair a bit closer to his mother's, and then, with the arms of the two chairs almost touching, he returned his big black hand to her leg. He kept talking to his friends, and Elliott turned his attention back to his food, spearing one of the few remaining pieces of pasta with his fork and shovelling it into his mouth.
"Aahh..."
Elliott turned as his mother gave a sharp intake of breath. She was sitting stock still, her eyes looking down, her face flushed. Elliott followed her gaze and, through the glass-topped table, he could see that Jamal's big mitt was now beneath her dress, hidden beneath the bright yellow fabric. Elliott saw Jamal's hand move higher, getting closer to his mother's pussy.
"Unhh..."
His mother gave another little gasp, and this time Elliott saw the bump of Jamal's hand move beneath the shifting fabric, right dead center between his mother's thighs. As Jamal kept talking to his friends, Elliott looked up at Gunner and Zeke, who he saw were looking through the glass table as well, devious smiles on their faces.
"Open those up for me there, sweetheart," Jamal said, as if he was asking her to pass the salt.
"Huh? What?" Tanya replied, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead.
"Your legs. Open your legs for me." As Tanya sat there dumbfounded, Jamal reached beneath the table with his left hand to her knee, keeping his other hand centered on her cunt. He looked past her to Elliott. "Elliott, give me a hand here. It looks like your mother is still getting used to the way things are gonna work around here from now on. Take her knee and you and I will open her up."
Elliott looked his mother in the eye as she turned to face him. He looked deep into those ocean-blue eyes and saw the longing in them, the willingness in them to do whatever Jamal wanted of her. She didn't need to nod or say anything. Elliott knew she wanted him to do as he'd been told. He reached down beneath the table and closed his hand over her right knee, her bare skin feeling electric beneath his fingers. He moved his hand, pulling her leg in his direction. He could feel only minimal resistance, and the fact that his mother was agreeing with what was being done to her caused a jolt of arousal to shoot through him. He could see that Jamal was pulling her other leg as well, the opening between her thighs growing as the skirt part of her yellow dress rose higher and higher. Soon both boys had her legs pulled open until they pressed against their own legs, her legs open in a big 'V' facing directly towards Gunner and Zeke across the table. Elliott released his grip on his mother's knee but left his hand in place. He shivered as she made no attempt to close her legs.
"That's good, Elliott. Hold her dress up out of the way for me," Jamal said. "I want to make sure the boys here have a nice view."
It struck Elliott as perversely strange that Jamal was talking about his mother as if she wasn't there, as if she was just some piece of meat to do with as he pleased, with no choice or say in what was going to be done to her. But Elliott also found it wickedly exciting.
While Elliott gathered up the material of his mother's dress on his side, Jamal did the same, pushing it almost up to her waist. With a nod from Jamal, Elliott reached further across his mother's midsection and held the gathered fabric in a knot in his hand, holding it against her flat stomach, just above the slim waistband of her panties.
"Well, look at that," Jamal said a she slowly brushed his black hand over her lower abdomen. "Aren't those just the cutest panties you've ever seen?"
As Elliott had expected, they were the tiny corn-silk yellow panties that matched the bra she was wearing. The waistband was a slim ribbon that fit low on her hips, with the front panel of her panties barely covering her lush mound. With the panties being so small, it was easy to see that she was cleanly shaven. But the thing that Elliott saw clearly-and he could see Gunner and Zeke taking notice as well-was the fact the her panties were so wet in the front as to be almost transparent. Her labia could clearly be seen through the sodden material, the tantalizing line of her seeping gash a dark shadow between those fleshy petals.