27-09-2024, 06:27 AM
Gunner nodded his approval as he and Zeke shared a smile. "That's right, Smallcox, we'll be using that hot, wet mouth and sweet pussy of your mom's whenever, and wherever, we want. And like we did earlier, we're gonna let you clean all of that cum off your mom for us. Are you gonna be happy with that, Smallcox? Are you gonna be happy being our 'Clean-up Boy'?"
Elliott felt himself turning crimson under the steely gaze of Gunner and Zeke.
"What's goin' on?"
They all turned as Jamal walked up to the table, his eyes going from Elliott's flushed face to his two friends.
"Where is she? Where's the MILF? What's going on?" Gunner motioned towards the house as he faced Jamal, clearly agitated.
"Don't worry. I just helped her pick out something nice to wear for us. She'll be ready in a few minutes." Gunner calmed down after hearing what Jamal had to say. "So what were you assholes talking about when I walked up just now?"
"We were just talking to Smallcox here," Gunner continued, "about the way things are going to be with us and his mom from now on. How we're going to be filling her with cum each and every day. Just as you walked up I was asking him how he felt about being our Clean-Up Boy."
"Oh yeah," Jamal said, turning to Elliott with a lecherous smile on his face. "That sounds like a good way of putting it. What do you think, Kid, are you ready to do some serious cleaning? The stuff's gonna be leaking out of your mom all the time from now on, and we're gonna need you to take care of that for us."
"I...I..." Elliott stammered.
"Just think of all that sweet pussy juice you're gonna get to lap up at the same time. And that's really what you want, isn't it?"
Elliott thought about the wet panties still in his pocket, and knew Jamal could read him like a book. Elliott sat their stock still, the guilt of what he was thinking written all over his face.
"I want to hear him say it," Gunner said.
Jamal turned to Elliott, who still sat there, red-faced. "You heard the man, Kid. What do you have to say? Are you ready to be our Clean-up Boy?"
Elliott realized he wasn't getting any help out his predicament from Jamal. The grim look on his face was just as foreboding as the one on Gunner's. Bucking up his courage, he finally responded. "Yes...uh, yes sir."
"Yes sir, what? What are you going to be? Say it, Kid."
"I'm going to be...I'm going to be your Clean-up Boy."
"That's the way. That's what we wanted to hear. And trust me, we're gonna keep you busy." Jamal paused as he looked at a red-faced Elliott. "Do you still have those panties of your mother's I gave you?"
"Yes sir."
"Let me see them." Elliott slowly withdrew the damp panties out of his pocket. "Sniff 'em," Jamal commanded.
Elliott did as he was asked, holding the sexy panties to his face and breathing deeply, the alluring scent of his mother's fragrant pussy juice firing his young senses, sending a jolt of arousal right to his midsection.
"The little fucker really gets turned on smelling his mother's cunt, doesn't he?" Gunner smiled knowingly as he spoke to his two friends.
"Fuckin' right he does," Jamal said, watching Elliott inhale deeply as he rubbed the soggy panties over his face. "Can you blame him?"
"Fuck no," Zeke said. "If I had a mother that looked like that I'd be jackin' off into her laundry basket every day."
Jamal smiled at his friend before turning back to Elliott. "Suck on 'em, Smallcox. Suck on those panties. Get that sweet cunt-honey you love so much."
Elliott brought the damp panties to his face, his lust for his mother's succulent cunt overpowering his sense of decency. He turned the panties inside out and stuck the soggy lining into his mouth, his taste buds coming alive as her tasted her distinctive womanly nectar. Even with the boys watching, he was unable to stop the warm moan of pleasure that emanated from deep in his throat, "Mmmm..."
"That's the way, Kid. Suck on those pretty little panties. Suck that cunt-juice right out of there." Jamal's words registered in Elliott's brain, but it didn't make any difference-he had no intention of stopping what he was doing. Overcome with excitement, he closed his lips around the wad of material in his mouth and sucked hard, the tiny droplets of her tasty discharge seeping out onto his waiting tongue.
"Jesus, he loves that shit," Zeke said. "Just listen to him sucking that cooze-juice out of there."
"Well, he's gonna get a lot of opportunity to satisfy that craving from now on, and not just from licking her panties-he's gonna get it straight from the source." Jamal turned to share a smile with his buddies. "C'mon, let's go inside. She should be ready for us."
*
Tanya stood in front of her dressing table, combing her hair. She fluffed it out so it framed her pretty face sensually, the lustrous blonde locks looking somewhat wild and sexy, as she knew Jamal expected.
He'd accompanied her to her room, and then he'd inspected her lingerie drawer, picking out something for her to wear. He'd chosen a red satin lace-up bustier, something she knew looked spectacular on her. And now looking at herself in the mirror, she knew he'd chosen wisely. The satin glistened alluringly as it molded itself to her curvy body, yet she knew the fabric was sinfully cool to the touch-and she expected the boys to be touching her a lot from now on, and she felt herself getting wet just thinking about it.
She couldn't explain what had come over her since they'd first come into her house, but she found herself almost 'under their spell'. Under the spell of pure young maleness, their testosterone-laced bodies seeming to ooze sex with every breath they took-especially Jamal. From that first moment he'd pushed himself up against her in the kitchen, when that huge cock had nestled up against her lush backside, she'd felt something take control of her. It was like a deep-seated wantonness had been lying restlessly dormant inside her, just waiting for someone to release those troubling desires-troubling submissive desires that she'd suppressed for all these years. Desires to slavishly worship and serve big hard cocks-big hard YOUNG cocks. Cocks that could stay hard for hours on end.
And that night when they'd come back to the house and asked her to jerk them off, she knew then she was a goner. Their hard cocks, their huge hard teenage cocks had set her on fire with a lustful need she never knew existed. And they were all big, so fucking big that it had taken her breath away. And when Jamal had whipped out that black monster of his, she'd almost swooned. And as a tempting dizziness had overtaken her, she understood in that moment the look her husband had had on his face when she'd discovered him sucking off that black man out by their pool. She'd almost felt the blissful ecstasy she'd seen in her husband's eyes as she reached out and closed her fingers around Jamal's long hard black cock. It was so powerful, so big, so hard, so fucking hard, and yet so velvety soft at the same time. And the other boys had been just as hard, and almost as big. Her pussy had started gushing as she'd stroked those amazing young cocks, and she knew then she wouldn't be able to rest until she had experienced everything those huge cocks had to offer, including having every last inch of each one inside her-like she knew was going to happen to her right now.
Then there was Elliott, her frail young son. She'd known for a long time now that he loved to steal her bras and panties from her laundry basket. She found where he stashed them in his room. She'd often go and check them, just to see the numerous loads of young spunk he'd deposit, mostly into her bra cups. And she could see from her panties that he'd made good use of them, the crotch almost chewed to the quick in many of them.
When she'd first discovered what he was doing, rather than be angry, she'd found it illicitly exciting to know that her son was masturbating thinking about her. She'd often rub her panties against her seeping cunt before tossing them in the laundry basket, knowing Elliott would shortly be getting off as he sniffed and licked her tasty nectar off the discarded garment. Tanya knew it was the ultimate taboo, but as long as nobody found out, neither she nor Elliott were going to complain.
But now Elliott's bullies were there, and things had changed. They'd let her know that if things didn't go as they wanted, she, and especially Elliott, would suffer for it. She knew deep down that the look in Jamal's eyes told her otherwise, that they wouldn't really harm either of them. But both she and Jamal knew it was a ruse they were both playing, allowing her a justifiable way out. She could protect her son by doing whatever they asked, at the same time satisfying those lustful wanton desires within her that had risen to the surface-the desire for big hard young cock.
If allowing Elliott to take part as what they were calling their 'Clean-up Boy', well, she was willing to go along with that too, just so long as they kept feeding her those huge young cocks. When Elliott had first licked the cum off her face, she couldn't believe how excited she'd been to see him do it. Looking into his eyes, it was like looking into a mirror. She could see the submissiveness inside him, the willingness to do what Jamal was asking of him. And his sweet mouth, that sweet adorable talented mouth of his. She knew he was inexperienced when it came to women or the ways of lovemaking, but he seemed a natural when it came to knowing what to do with those lips and tongue of his. His kisses were sweet and left her breathless. And the fact that his mouth was full of their cum when he did made it wickedly sinful, and deliciously exciting. Jamal had told her to let Elliott have their creamy cum, and she'd seen the blissful look in Elliott's eyes as he'd swallowed their warm thick spunk, a look she knew she'd had in her own eyes.
When Jamal told him her mouth was hers to use, she'd shivered at the idea, and then had felt her pussy gush as Elliott fed his rock-hard cock into her mouth. It was much smaller than the others, but just as big as his father's, if not bigger. She'd closed her lips around his throbbing prick and sucked feverishly, wanting to give her little boy as much pleasure as possible. And he'd filled her mouth as his body twitched and shook, totally emptying himself into her. Done, she'd seen the eager look in his eyes as she'd drawn her fingers out of her bikini bottoms, her fingers glistening with her syrupy juices. He'd enthusiastically sucked up all she had to give, and she knew then how much he craved her pussy. Just as she'd seen from her used panties, Elliott threw himself full force into licking her hands clean. She knew in that moment, if given the chance, he'd be just as enthusiastic when it came to cleaning her pussy, and something inside her told her Jamal was going to give her naïve young son that chance. She couldn't wait.
Tanya turned and faced herself in the mirror. With her hair slightly tousled and looking playfully sexy, she applied some dark bronzy tones to her eyelids, followed by a swirl of the mascara brush over her naturally-long lashes. It gave her a more sultry look than the pinky eye shadow she was used to wearing, and she liked it. She was just about to apply some more lipstick when she remembered something-she'd bought a bottle of Yves St. Laurent 'Rouge Vinyl' lip gloss but had never used it. She'd been attracted by the wet-look shininess of it, but had felt that the bright red was too much for her, especially on a day to day basis. But she realized it was perfect for her now, perfect for the way the boys wanted her mouth to look. It didn't take her long to find the unopened little bottle in her makeup drawer. She twisted it open and drew out the applicator, smiling slightly as she drew the tiny brush around her full lips. Her eyes went to the mirror, where she noticed her pouty lips almost glowing, looking wickedly wet and teasingly inviting. She painted her lips with the shiny red gloss, turning her wide full mouth into a brilliant red gash, which she knew Jamal wanted. A wet-looking mouth perfect for sucking cock-big hard cock.
She looked at the pink polish on the nails of her fingers and toes. Jamal wanted red, but there wasn't time for that now. She'd have to do it before the next time they came over. But he didn't seem worried about that when he'd picked out what he wanted her to wear. And she knew he expected her to get ready quickly. She had no reason to delay either. She was sopping wet and wanted to feel those huge cocks inside her just as much as they did.
Tanya adjusted her girls one more time, her voluminous tits barely contained by the bustier. She liked the way her big tits cast a pronounced shadow on her midsection, and the way the cinched-in waist emphasized her shapely hourglass figure. She hoped the boys would like it too. The ribbon-like laces that adorned the front were drawn taught, forcing her huge tits together and up. The laces were tight as could be, and she knew that one tug on the bow would release her breasts from their containment. If that happened, she wouldn't be surprised if the bustier went flying right off, based on the strain it was under.
With her nipples just beneath the lacy top edge of the bustier's cups, she reached down and wriggled her hips, adjusting the tiny waistband of the matching thong panties. Jamal had been pleased when she'd shown him the set amongst her lingerie collection. "Very nice," he'd said, running his long black fingers over the tiny piece of red satin. "I want to see those on you, even though they won't be staying on for long."
Having left the panties til the very end, Tanya carefully adjusted the front panel, making sure her juices weren't seeping through. She turned and looked at her plump rear end, nicely displayed in the tiny red thong. She was happy she'd spent all those hours at the gym with her sister. Her curvy bum still looked good. It was maybe a bit plumper than it had been when she was in her twenties, but it was still nice and round, and the skin was as soft and smooth as a baby's bottom.
Her gaze drifted down to her legs. Jamal had surveyed her drawer full of nylons and the few corsets she had. She'd thought he'd ask her to put on a garter belt, but he said, "Not this time, sweetheart, I love the look of those fantastic legs of yours. But from now on, I'll let you know what I want you to wear, and I expect you to obey my wishes. I'm probably gonna want you to go out and buy a few new things, things that I like. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No sir," she'd responded immediately.
"Good. That's my good girl. That's what I like to hear. Now, let me see what kind of shoes you have. I hope you've got a lot of high heels, because that's what we like."
She led him to her big walk-in closet, where her shoes were nicely displayed on a series of shelves she'd had specially installed for that purpose. Having settled on the red satin bustier and matching panties, Jamal had selected a pair of sexy strappy red sandals. A few tiny lace-like straps ran across the top of her foot from side to side, with a slender leather strap that circled her ankle, the tiny buckle fixing the shoe in place. They were one of the few pairs she had that he seemed to approve of, and she saw a smile come across his face when he spotted the 5" rapier-like heels. She'd seen them in a store window and thought they'd looked sexier than anything. She'd tried them on and fell in love with them, and having never gone to a night club or out for a fancy dinner since she'd bought them, they'd remained in her closet until now, waiting.
"These, these'll be perfect," he'd said as he drew them down from the shelf and handed them to her.
She looked down at the shoes now, loving the way her legs looked in the sky-high heels. The tiny straps across the top of her foot and the slender band circling her ankle looked teasingly sexy on her delicate feet. Jamal had said he wanted her legs bare, this time anyway, so to make them look even better, she'd applied a thin layer of some lotion she had, which made her skin shimmer, as if coated with a fine sheen of oil. It made her shapely toned legs look dead sexy, even to her. And with those 5" heels, she knew the boys would be happy.
She did a little pirouette one more time, her eyes going to the massive swells of her big tits, her cleavage deep, dark, and wickedly inviting. She knew the boys would love that too.
She'd sprayed on her sexiest perfume and was just fluffing her hair up one more time when the door to her bedroom opened. Jamal was leading the way, with Gunner and Zeke right behind him, while Elliott followed meekly behind. The three bullies were dressed only in their low-slung jeans, showing off their muscular physiques and defined abs. Elliott remained in his jeans and t-shirt, looking somewhat confused and anxious.
"Elliott, get those covers off the bed," Jamal said as he pointed to Tanya's king-size bed. Happy that Jamal had used his real name instead of 'Smelliott' or 'Smallcox', Elliott compliantly went about stripping the bed, piling the duvet and cushions on the floor against the wall. "Not the cushions. Pile all those decorative cushions and the pillows against the headboard. I want to make sure your mom is nice and comfortable when we're taking turns fucking her." Jamal turned to his friends with a lecherous smile as Elliott arranged the pillows into a stack, the mass of them mounded up against the wooden headboard. When Elliott had finished his task, he turned and looked at the young black man, anxiously wondering if he was going to be dismissed. Jamal's next words eased his mind.
"You can sit over there and watch, Kid," he said to Elliott as he pointed to the easy chair positioned opposite the bed. Elliott meekly complied. He made his way over to the chair and sat on the front edge, his hands clasped in his lap as he eagerly awaited whatever was going to happen next.
"All right, sweetheart, come over here so we can get a look at ya," Jamal said as he turned to Tanya.
Tanya made her way towards him as he stood in front of the foot of the bed, walking confidently in the sky-high heels, doing her best to put one foot in front of the other, the way she'd seen models walk.
"Holy fuck, look at that smokin' bitch," Gunner said, his eyes raking lustfully over Tanya's spectacular body. He jumped back when Jamal backhanded him across the shoulder, catching him unawares. The loud smack caused everyone to stop in their tracks.
"The fuck, man?" Gunner said, his hand going to his shoulder, where a blotchy red mark was already beginning to show.
"Watch your language," Jamal said, pointing an accusatory finger in Gunner's face. "This isn't one of the whores from the neighbourhood. You can call those skanks bitches all you want. But I don't want to ever hear you say that about this fine lady. You got it?"
Gunner looked taken aback, but nodded his head in agreement. "Sure, man, sure. Fuck, I was just playin'."
"Playtime's over. It's time to get down to some serious business." Jamal turned his attention back to Tanya, who had stopped halfway between her makeup table and the bed. "Now where were we? Oh yeah. C'mon, sweetheart, bring that sexy body over here for us to play with."
Tanya continued her approach as four sets of eyes ravished her lush mature body.
"Is that a different lipstick?" Jamal asked once she stopped in front of him, his eyes zeroing in on her pouty red lips, which glistened alluring under the wet-look gloss.
"Yes. I'd forgotten I had this one. I've never worn it before."
A big smile came over Jamal's face. "I love it. I love how shiny and wet it makes that perfect mouth of yours look. Perfect for sucking cock, lots of cock."
Tanya felt herself blushing, but she knew he was right. She knew that's why she had put the lipstick on, hoping they'd use her mouth to fulfill their testosterone-laced teenage desires. Use her mouth for a place to come, to dump multiple loads of thick, savory boy-cum.
"Oh fuck, man, look at those tits, and those legs," Zeke said. "It looks like somebody came on her legs and she rubbed it all over them."
"She's gonna get plenty of chances to do that from now on," Jamal said as he smiled approvingly at Tanya's exotically made-up face. He nodded as he looked at the bewitchingly smoky tones of her eye shadow and sexy wildness as her fluffed up hair framed her lovely face.
"Yeah, that is one beautiful woman," Zeke said, wanting to make sure he stayed in Jamal's good books.
"She is that," Jamal said, walking around Tanya and inspecting her like a judge inspecting thoroughbred horses at the state fair. He spent a long time focussing on her huge tits, which the jam-packed bustier was barely able to contain. Her ran his big black hand appraisingly over her curvy bum, and then up along the outline of her slender waist and beneath the heavy shelf of her breasts. His touch made Tanya shiver in anticipation. "Look at this gorgeous fucking body. Look at that mouth, those tits, those wide fuckable hips." Jamal paused with his inspection and looked over at his two friends. "She definitely has one, doesn't she?"
"Oh fuck, yeah. She's got one all right. There's no doubt about it," Gunner chimed in, having recovered from his little confrontation with Jamal. "What do you think, Zeke?"
Zeke looked stunned as his eyes continued to run up and down over the MILF's mouthwatering body. His hand was blatantly running over the front of his jeans, where his swelling cockhead was already starting to emerge over the low-slung waistband. "Oh fuck, does she ever. I don't think I've seen one as perfect as hers before. She definitely has one of the best ones ever."
"One what?" A tiny thin voice came from behind them.
The boys turned and looked over at Elliott, who was sitting anxiously on the easy chair. He had a perplexed but keen look on his face, wondering what the boys were talking about.
"What did you say, Kid?" Jamal asked, looking somewhat perturbed at being interrupted.
Elliott looked quickly at his mother's lewdly displayed body, her eyes meeting his with a soft smile before he turned back to Jamal and spoke. "What do you mean when you said she 'has one'? One what?"
The stern look on Jamal's face was replaced by a shit-eating grin. "Oh, I see, you want to know what we mean by saying 'she has one'." He paused as he looked back over his shoulder at the sexy MILF before facing Elliott once more. "What we mean by saying she has one is what we mean about her body."
Elliott's eyebrows arched together. "I still don't get it."
Jamal looked steadily at Elliott. "Her body is what we're talking about-'a body that's made for big cocks'. That's what we mean by 'she has one'. And your mother definitely has 'a body made for big cocks'. And we're going to give her some right now."
As Jamal reached for his belt, Gunner and Zeke quickly followed. "How do you want to do her, Jamal?" Zeke asked. "Are we going to go in the usual order so we can get her loosened up for you?" Zeke had an eager look on his face, knowing that if Jamal wanted to do as he'd asked, he'd be the first one to get his big prick inside the sexy MILF.
Jamal kept his eyes on Tanya's face as he calmly tossed his jeans aside and slowly shook his head. "No, not this time. This time we're going to take her one at a time, and I'm going first. I want to hear her scream with this big black cock inside her before you guys get those tiny dicks of yours seen to."
Tanya felt her spine tingle at the thought of Jamal taking her first. One part of her had hoped he'd do as Zeke had suggested, letting her take the smallest cock first-although she already knew that even Zeke's prick was bigger than anything she'd ever have inside her before. But deep down, she knew that she wanted Jamal to be first, to feel that enormous black snake work its way deep inside her, stretching her and filling her like never before. Yes, the smile on Jamal's face told her he knew exactly what she wanted-what she needed.
"C'mon, sweetheart, get down on your knees for a minute," Jamal said as he put his big hands on Tanya's shoulders and pushed down. She eagerly complied. She dropped to her knees, her face mere inches away from Jamal's stiffening cock.
He reached down and hefted his beefy dick, pointing the purple head at her mouth. "Wrap those red lips around that big black barrel and suck for a minute or two. I want that gun fully cocked and loaded before I stick it way up inside you."
Tanya almost swooned as she looked at the massive cock before her, knowing it would soon be tearing its way up her needy cunt. She ovalled her lips as Jamal flexed forward, feeding that big puffy helmet right into her mouth. It felt hot and oh so soft between her lips as she leaned forward, taking more of the stiffening rod.
"Mmm..." She couldn't help the purr that emanated from her throat as her lips clamped down just past the pronounced coronal ridge, locking the lemon-sized knob within her mouth.
"Oh fuck, yeah, that's the way, sweetheart," Jamal said as he slowly stroked his rising cock, his big hand wrapped around the stiffening weapon in a warm loving corridor. "Get that big dick ready to stretch that tight white pussy of yours. And then once I've got you opened up, these guys are gonna take their turn, and then we'll have another go round after that. We're gonna fill you up, sweetheart. Fill you up with that creamy white cum you love so much."
It was clear to everyone watching that Jamal's words were getting Tanya even hotter. Her shiny lips were pursed forward and her eyes were hooded as she sucked wantonly. Little whimpers and purrs came from deep inside her as she bobbed up and down on the throbbing monster.
"That's it. Get it nice and hard, just the way you want it," Jamal said, rolling his hips slightly as Tanya hollowed in her cheeks, the hot wet tissues inside her mouth embracing his surging erection in a tight buttery sheath.
Elliott couldn't believe how incredibly sexy his mother looked. The form-fitting bustier drew your attention to her slim waist, while the heavily-structured bra cups thrust her massive tits together and up, the bewitching red garment provocatively emphasizing her hourglass figure. The high-heeled strappy sandals made her legs look amazing, and whatever she had put on them to make them shine like that was dead sexy. And her face, her face looked luxuriously desirable with the deeper tones of the makeup she'd applied, finished off by the wet red gash of her mouth. Her wild-looking hair was the perfect accent to the whole look, and Elliott's cock had started to stiffen as soon as he'd laid eyes on her.
And now here she was, down on her knees, her wet red lips wrapped around the big black cock that belonged to one of his bullies. If you'd said to him twenty-four hours ago that this was going to happen, he'd have said you were crazy. But no, it had happened, and he was witnessing it first hand as his sexily-clad mother slobbered and sucked his bully's big black cock. Not only was she sucking it, he could see that she was positively worshipping it. She wasn't just trying to suck it quickly to get it over with-no-she was clearly taking her time. His mother's eyes were glassy and lust-filled as her lips and mouth made sweet love to the young black man's huge slab of meat.
Elliott was watching intently, his cock quickly hardening in his pants as his mother mewed and purred as Jamal's big dick plundered her mouth. He saw Gunner and Zeke watching closely as well, both of them with sinister smiles on their faces as they slowly stroked their own growing erections. Elliott turned back as Jamal ran his long fingers lovingly through his mother's hair, working her head back and forth slowly, obviously loving the feeling of her hot wet mouth on his surging erection. Elliott thought his mother's glossy red lips looked wickedly sinful as they travelled back and forth along Jamal's ebony spear. He had watched the boy's huge cock get harder and longer as she slavishly sucked. The tremendous girth of Jamal's cock had her lips stretched almost to the tearing point, but he could see that she was loving it. Loving having that thick black cock filling her mouth. Loving having Jamal telling her what to do.
"Okay, sweetheart, that's good enough. I know you want to keep sucking, and I'll give you some more of that gravy you love so much later, but right now, I'm ready to get every last inch of my cock inside that pretty little pussy of yours," Jamal said as he pulled his erection out of her mouth with an audible POP! "Are you ready to be our little fucktoy, sweetheart? Are you ready to have us fuck you, and you be our cocksucker, anytime or anywhere we want?"
Tanya looked up at Jamal, and Elliott could see the lust in her eyes. "Yes," she replied, her head nodding submissively in agreement.
"Yes what?" Jamal asked firmly, his hand waving his immense rod teasingly right in front of her flushed face.
"Yes sir," Tanya responded, knowing instinctively how he expected her to answer.
"That's better. That's the way I expect our pretty little fucktoy to answer. Now get up on the bed and on your back."
Tanya got to her feet and slid onto the bed, crawling up and then turning over on her back, her head positioned in the middle of the stack of pillows. She drew one leg up, the rapier-like heel of one strappy sandal digging into the mattress sensually, her bent knee positioned over her other leg in a sexy pose.
"Oh fuck," Zeke muttered under his breath, and Elliott knew exactly what the young thug was thinking. His mother looked so fucking sexy it took his breath away. Her nicely tanned skin and the brilliant red of her outfit and the shoes looked boldly delicious against the brilliant white sheets. Her huge tits looked amazing, filling the full breadth of her chest while the ample mounds of tit-flesh threatened to spill over the tops of the straining bra cups. Her pouffed-up honey-blonde hair lay spread out over the pillow beneath her like an enchanting halo, framing her stunningly beautiful face. To Elliott, his mother looked more luscious and desirable than any porn star or busty model he'd ever jacked off to. She was a fantasy come true, lying right there in the middle of her king-size bed, lying there waiting to be fucked.
Elliott saw Jamal smile appreciatively as he crawled onto the foot of the bed on his knees, his stallion-like cock rearing up before him like a heat-seeking missile. And Elliott knew exactly where that weapon was going to be aimed.
"Get those legs apart for me, sweetheart. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours," Jamal said, edging closer on his knees.
Tanya rolled her leg off of the other one and drew both knees up slowly, her heels dragging teasingly over the sheets as her knees got higher and higher. With her knees well up, she slowly rolled her legs provocatively open to each side, presenting a perfect view of her creamy inner thighs and thong-clad cunt to Jamal.
"Jesus Christ, she's perfect," Zeke said softly as he and Gunner methodically stroked their cocks, which were now rock hard. "Look at how wet she is."
Even from his vantage point opposite the bed, Elliott could see the damp stain where his mother's succulent nectar had soaked through her tiny panties. He shivered, thinking of the illicit scent and taste of her delectable juices.
"Let's get those panties out of the way," Jamal said as he reached between her legs and grabbed the waistband of her thong. Tanya wriggled her hips as Jamal drew them down off her shapely legs. He brought the tiny piece of fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply, revelling in the intense fragrance. "Nice, very nice." He then turned, balled the panties up and tossed them across the room to Elliott, who snagged them out of the air instinctively. "There you go, Kid, suck on those for awhile."
As soon as Elliott had the panties in his hand, he could smell the heady aroma coming off the damp piece of fabric. It fired his senses, making him almost delirious with excitement. He was too overcome with arousal to do anything other than Jamal told him to do. He turned the tiny thong inside out and stuffed it into his mouth, his lips and tongue sucking at the sodden material. With his cock feeling like a steel rod in his jeans, he turned his attention back to the bed, eager to see what would happen next.
"That's my girl," Jamal said as he faced Tanya, still on his knees in front of her, his humongous cock waving in the air like a black fleshy scimitar, waiting to carve its way into something hot, wet, and pink. Even from his vantage point across the room, Elliott could see a shiny web of precum drooling from the tip. "Get those legs apart again. Let me see that pretty little cunt."
Tanya's legs had come together after Jamal had taken her panties off. Under his direction, she drew her knees up again, and then slowly let her legs roll open to each side, her shaved pussy wantonly on display.
"Oh fuck, yeah. That's gorgeous," Zeke said as all eyes focusses in on Tanya's delectable pussy.
Elliott could see that his mother's mound was glistening, her loins almost glowing with her seeping discharge. He knew she must have been really aroused to be that wet so fast. But it wasn't just that her inviting mound was so shiny, it looked perfect in every other way. Elliott had seen a lot of pussies in his young life, even if only in pictures and pornos, but his mother's mature cunt had him breathing raggedly with desire as he looked at it.
Her entire vulva was flushed pink, as if blood had rushed to that part of her body to enliven it even more. Her inner lips were full and fleshy, and seemed to ripple as she moved her legs apart. They were an even brighter pink than her outer lips, drawing your attention to the beckoning shiny line of the teasing cleft between them that marked the gates to her velvety love pocket. Elliott knew in an instant those pussy lips were ones that he wanted to get his mouth on. Pussy lips he could suck and chew on all night long-and still want more.
His gaze instinctively moved upward along her glistening slit, her enflamed clit seeming to glow with need, like a beacon imploring all sailors to find safety from the tempest between her widely-spread legs. Again, Elliott compared the fleshy nodule to ones he'd seen on porn stars. His mother's looked bigger, bigger and more prominent than any he'd seen. The protruding bud was already peeking out from beneath its protective sheath, shining invitingly as her warm juices had seeped upwards on the inside of her tiny panties. It looked like a tiny cock, the blood-filled tip calling out for a set of lips and tongue to bring it the pleasure it deserved. The size of it made Elliott shiver in anticipation. He could only hope-no-pray, that Jamal would be true to his word and let him have a chance, if only for a brief instant, to place his mouth on that beautiful pussy and service his mother as he'd always dreamed about.
"Fuck, man," Gunner said, his hand sliding slowly back and forth on his stiff cock. "Look at how fucking wet she is. She wants it bad. You can even smell her from here."
Gunner was right. Even from his spot across the room, Elliott was getting the alluringly illicit scent of his mother's weeping little box. Like a mind-numbing shot to the brain, the sinfully delicious fragrance sent a jolt right to his cock, making his already-hard cock pulse with arousal. He saw the same thing had happened to Jamal, his enormous club bobbing menacingly with each powerful beat of his heart.
"Oh yeah, she wants cock all right," Jamal said, shifting forward on the bed. "And we're going to make sure she gets as much as she wants, and more, starting right now."
Jamal settled down on his knees between the MILF's spread thighs. He wrapped his hand around his raging prick and pointed it downward, the dripping tip aimed right at her beckoning little flower. All eyes in the room watched intently as he leaned forward, bringing the flared purple head of his black dick to her glistening pussy lips. He pressed the tip against them, and then moved his hand in a slow circle, the engorged head of his cock moving teasingly over her beckoning mound.
Ohhhnnn..." Tanya couldn't surpress the needy moan that escaped her lips, her mind swirling with arousal as the young black man pressed his scorchingly-hot cockhead against her pussy. She felt an electric twitching in her snatch, and knew a small gush of cunt-honey had pulsed forth, as if to convince him that more delights awaited him inside. She looked up, her eyes meeting Jamal's, both of them knowing how much she wanted him-no-needed him, to drive that big beautiful cock way up inside her. He rolled his hips again, his immense knob rubbing all around the opening of her steaming cunt.
"Please..." She was almost pleading, her needy tone bringing a knowing smile to Jamal's face.
"Please? Please what?" Jamal said, sitting back slightly, his wrapped hand keeping his throbbing erection pointed right at her seeping gash, the enflamed tip drooling precum onto her hot pink flesh. "Please stop?"
"No," she said, her eyes seeming to beg him to give her what she needed.
"Please what, then?" Jamal leaned forward again, once more tracing the tip of his rock-hard cock over her slippery pussy-lips.
"Please, please put it...put it inside me." Tanya said, her breathless voice pleading with him to shove his monstrous cock into her.
"You know I'm going to make you come with this, don't you?" Jamal said, still rubbing his dickhead against her slick labial gates.
"Yes...yes, I know. I...I need it," Tanya replied, her lust-filled eyes glassy with desire. She pushed her hips back against him, wanting more.
"Tell me, tell me what you need," Jamal said, a lecherous smile on his face as he toyed with her slick pink petals, his angry cockhead pressing teasingly against her hot flesh, but going no further.
"I need you inside me. I need that big black cock as far inside me as you can get it. Please, fuck me now," Tanya said, her face flushed with her confession.
A huge smile creased Jamal's face. "All you had to do was ask, sweetheart." He angled his hand down and pressed the massive bulb against her pussy lips, and then leaned forwards.
Elliott watched, his mouth open, as Jamal started to enter his mother. Her dew-covered labia circled his engorged cockhead in a loving kiss as the young black man flexed slowly forwards. Elliott saw those vivid pink lips stretch and stretch as they embraced the veiny black cock. It looked to Elliott like they were almost sucking at it, imploring it to go deeper. Which Jamal did.
"Oh my God...so thick," Tanya moaned softly as Jamal started to work his massive erection into her.
He could feel that she was soaking wet inside, and hot as a pistol. The steaming oily tissues lining her cunt pressed against him, her coital walls feeling heavenly on his surging dick. Once the broad flared knob was locked within her twat's clutching grasp, he released his hand from his prick and leaned over her, supporting himself in a push-up position over her. He looked down into those warm blue eyes as he flexed forward, his steely rod making its way deeper. Her mature cunt felt just as tight as any of the young girls he'd fucked, and hot as a blast furnace. She flicked her eyes up from what was happening between her legs to look at him. He rolled his hips, stirring her hot insides like a batch of wet cement.
"Ohhhnnn," she groaned deeply, her eyes closing in bliss as he worked her needy cunt with his monstrous weapon.
Jamal continued to slowly, insistently, drive his rigid cock into her. The steaming folds of flesh gripped him like a hot buttery fist, and he continued flexing forward, until her inner folds refused to part, the unexplored depths of her mature twat barring him from going any further. They both looked down between their joined bodies, seeing close to 5" of thick black cock still sticking out of her. She looked up at him, and they both knew the same thing-that he wasn't going to stop there.
"Please...please be gentle," she whispered. "I've never...I've never had anything that big before."
"But you do want it, don't you?" Jamal whispered back, rolling his hips teasingly. He watched her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth opened in a breathless gasp as the head of the huge club rubbed luxuriously against the oily walls of her packed vagina. "Are you gonna open up that tight cunt for me and let me all the way in? Are you gonna let this big black cock fuck you deeper than you've ever been fucked before?"
"Yes...yes," Tanya pleaded.
"We've still got five inches to go," Jamal said as he rolled his hips, letting her feel the intense hardness of his steely cock. "How much more do you want? Do you want every last inch?"
"Oh God...yes. Yes, I...I want it all," Tanya moaned as she threw her arms around his neck and nodded her approval, letting him know she was ready for his assault.
Elliott felt himself turning crimson under the steely gaze of Gunner and Zeke.
"What's goin' on?"
They all turned as Jamal walked up to the table, his eyes going from Elliott's flushed face to his two friends.
"Where is she? Where's the MILF? What's going on?" Gunner motioned towards the house as he faced Jamal, clearly agitated.
"Don't worry. I just helped her pick out something nice to wear for us. She'll be ready in a few minutes." Gunner calmed down after hearing what Jamal had to say. "So what were you assholes talking about when I walked up just now?"
"We were just talking to Smallcox here," Gunner continued, "about the way things are going to be with us and his mom from now on. How we're going to be filling her with cum each and every day. Just as you walked up I was asking him how he felt about being our Clean-Up Boy."
"Oh yeah," Jamal said, turning to Elliott with a lecherous smile on his face. "That sounds like a good way of putting it. What do you think, Kid, are you ready to do some serious cleaning? The stuff's gonna be leaking out of your mom all the time from now on, and we're gonna need you to take care of that for us."
"I...I..." Elliott stammered.
"Just think of all that sweet pussy juice you're gonna get to lap up at the same time. And that's really what you want, isn't it?"
Elliott thought about the wet panties still in his pocket, and knew Jamal could read him like a book. Elliott sat their stock still, the guilt of what he was thinking written all over his face.
"I want to hear him say it," Gunner said.
Jamal turned to Elliott, who still sat there, red-faced. "You heard the man, Kid. What do you have to say? Are you ready to be our Clean-up Boy?"
Elliott realized he wasn't getting any help out his predicament from Jamal. The grim look on his face was just as foreboding as the one on Gunner's. Bucking up his courage, he finally responded. "Yes...uh, yes sir."
"Yes sir, what? What are you going to be? Say it, Kid."
"I'm going to be...I'm going to be your Clean-up Boy."
"That's the way. That's what we wanted to hear. And trust me, we're gonna keep you busy." Jamal paused as he looked at a red-faced Elliott. "Do you still have those panties of your mother's I gave you?"
"Yes sir."
"Let me see them." Elliott slowly withdrew the damp panties out of his pocket. "Sniff 'em," Jamal commanded.
Elliott did as he was asked, holding the sexy panties to his face and breathing deeply, the alluring scent of his mother's fragrant pussy juice firing his young senses, sending a jolt of arousal right to his midsection.
"The little fucker really gets turned on smelling his mother's cunt, doesn't he?" Gunner smiled knowingly as he spoke to his two friends.
"Fuckin' right he does," Jamal said, watching Elliott inhale deeply as he rubbed the soggy panties over his face. "Can you blame him?"
"Fuck no," Zeke said. "If I had a mother that looked like that I'd be jackin' off into her laundry basket every day."
Jamal smiled at his friend before turning back to Elliott. "Suck on 'em, Smallcox. Suck on those panties. Get that sweet cunt-honey you love so much."
Elliott brought the damp panties to his face, his lust for his mother's succulent cunt overpowering his sense of decency. He turned the panties inside out and stuck the soggy lining into his mouth, his taste buds coming alive as her tasted her distinctive womanly nectar. Even with the boys watching, he was unable to stop the warm moan of pleasure that emanated from deep in his throat, "Mmmm..."
"That's the way, Kid. Suck on those pretty little panties. Suck that cunt-juice right out of there." Jamal's words registered in Elliott's brain, but it didn't make any difference-he had no intention of stopping what he was doing. Overcome with excitement, he closed his lips around the wad of material in his mouth and sucked hard, the tiny droplets of her tasty discharge seeping out onto his waiting tongue.
"Jesus, he loves that shit," Zeke said. "Just listen to him sucking that cooze-juice out of there."
"Well, he's gonna get a lot of opportunity to satisfy that craving from now on, and not just from licking her panties-he's gonna get it straight from the source." Jamal turned to share a smile with his buddies. "C'mon, let's go inside. She should be ready for us."
*
Tanya stood in front of her dressing table, combing her hair. She fluffed it out so it framed her pretty face sensually, the lustrous blonde locks looking somewhat wild and sexy, as she knew Jamal expected.
He'd accompanied her to her room, and then he'd inspected her lingerie drawer, picking out something for her to wear. He'd chosen a red satin lace-up bustier, something she knew looked spectacular on her. And now looking at herself in the mirror, she knew he'd chosen wisely. The satin glistened alluringly as it molded itself to her curvy body, yet she knew the fabric was sinfully cool to the touch-and she expected the boys to be touching her a lot from now on, and she felt herself getting wet just thinking about it.
She couldn't explain what had come over her since they'd first come into her house, but she found herself almost 'under their spell'. Under the spell of pure young maleness, their testosterone-laced bodies seeming to ooze sex with every breath they took-especially Jamal. From that first moment he'd pushed himself up against her in the kitchen, when that huge cock had nestled up against her lush backside, she'd felt something take control of her. It was like a deep-seated wantonness had been lying restlessly dormant inside her, just waiting for someone to release those troubling desires-troubling submissive desires that she'd suppressed for all these years. Desires to slavishly worship and serve big hard cocks-big hard YOUNG cocks. Cocks that could stay hard for hours on end.
And that night when they'd come back to the house and asked her to jerk them off, she knew then she was a goner. Their hard cocks, their huge hard teenage cocks had set her on fire with a lustful need she never knew existed. And they were all big, so fucking big that it had taken her breath away. And when Jamal had whipped out that black monster of his, she'd almost swooned. And as a tempting dizziness had overtaken her, she understood in that moment the look her husband had had on his face when she'd discovered him sucking off that black man out by their pool. She'd almost felt the blissful ecstasy she'd seen in her husband's eyes as she reached out and closed her fingers around Jamal's long hard black cock. It was so powerful, so big, so hard, so fucking hard, and yet so velvety soft at the same time. And the other boys had been just as hard, and almost as big. Her pussy had started gushing as she'd stroked those amazing young cocks, and she knew then she wouldn't be able to rest until she had experienced everything those huge cocks had to offer, including having every last inch of each one inside her-like she knew was going to happen to her right now.
Then there was Elliott, her frail young son. She'd known for a long time now that he loved to steal her bras and panties from her laundry basket. She found where he stashed them in his room. She'd often go and check them, just to see the numerous loads of young spunk he'd deposit, mostly into her bra cups. And she could see from her panties that he'd made good use of them, the crotch almost chewed to the quick in many of them.
When she'd first discovered what he was doing, rather than be angry, she'd found it illicitly exciting to know that her son was masturbating thinking about her. She'd often rub her panties against her seeping cunt before tossing them in the laundry basket, knowing Elliott would shortly be getting off as he sniffed and licked her tasty nectar off the discarded garment. Tanya knew it was the ultimate taboo, but as long as nobody found out, neither she nor Elliott were going to complain.
But now Elliott's bullies were there, and things had changed. They'd let her know that if things didn't go as they wanted, she, and especially Elliott, would suffer for it. She knew deep down that the look in Jamal's eyes told her otherwise, that they wouldn't really harm either of them. But both she and Jamal knew it was a ruse they were both playing, allowing her a justifiable way out. She could protect her son by doing whatever they asked, at the same time satisfying those lustful wanton desires within her that had risen to the surface-the desire for big hard young cock.
If allowing Elliott to take part as what they were calling their 'Clean-up Boy', well, she was willing to go along with that too, just so long as they kept feeding her those huge young cocks. When Elliott had first licked the cum off her face, she couldn't believe how excited she'd been to see him do it. Looking into his eyes, it was like looking into a mirror. She could see the submissiveness inside him, the willingness to do what Jamal was asking of him. And his sweet mouth, that sweet adorable talented mouth of his. She knew he was inexperienced when it came to women or the ways of lovemaking, but he seemed a natural when it came to knowing what to do with those lips and tongue of his. His kisses were sweet and left her breathless. And the fact that his mouth was full of their cum when he did made it wickedly sinful, and deliciously exciting. Jamal had told her to let Elliott have their creamy cum, and she'd seen the blissful look in Elliott's eyes as he'd swallowed their warm thick spunk, a look she knew she'd had in her own eyes.
When Jamal told him her mouth was hers to use, she'd shivered at the idea, and then had felt her pussy gush as Elliott fed his rock-hard cock into her mouth. It was much smaller than the others, but just as big as his father's, if not bigger. She'd closed her lips around his throbbing prick and sucked feverishly, wanting to give her little boy as much pleasure as possible. And he'd filled her mouth as his body twitched and shook, totally emptying himself into her. Done, she'd seen the eager look in his eyes as she'd drawn her fingers out of her bikini bottoms, her fingers glistening with her syrupy juices. He'd enthusiastically sucked up all she had to give, and she knew then how much he craved her pussy. Just as she'd seen from her used panties, Elliott threw himself full force into licking her hands clean. She knew in that moment, if given the chance, he'd be just as enthusiastic when it came to cleaning her pussy, and something inside her told her Jamal was going to give her naïve young son that chance. She couldn't wait.
Tanya turned and faced herself in the mirror. With her hair slightly tousled and looking playfully sexy, she applied some dark bronzy tones to her eyelids, followed by a swirl of the mascara brush over her naturally-long lashes. It gave her a more sultry look than the pinky eye shadow she was used to wearing, and she liked it. She was just about to apply some more lipstick when she remembered something-she'd bought a bottle of Yves St. Laurent 'Rouge Vinyl' lip gloss but had never used it. She'd been attracted by the wet-look shininess of it, but had felt that the bright red was too much for her, especially on a day to day basis. But she realized it was perfect for her now, perfect for the way the boys wanted her mouth to look. It didn't take her long to find the unopened little bottle in her makeup drawer. She twisted it open and drew out the applicator, smiling slightly as she drew the tiny brush around her full lips. Her eyes went to the mirror, where she noticed her pouty lips almost glowing, looking wickedly wet and teasingly inviting. She painted her lips with the shiny red gloss, turning her wide full mouth into a brilliant red gash, which she knew Jamal wanted. A wet-looking mouth perfect for sucking cock-big hard cock.
She looked at the pink polish on the nails of her fingers and toes. Jamal wanted red, but there wasn't time for that now. She'd have to do it before the next time they came over. But he didn't seem worried about that when he'd picked out what he wanted her to wear. And she knew he expected her to get ready quickly. She had no reason to delay either. She was sopping wet and wanted to feel those huge cocks inside her just as much as they did.
Tanya adjusted her girls one more time, her voluminous tits barely contained by the bustier. She liked the way her big tits cast a pronounced shadow on her midsection, and the way the cinched-in waist emphasized her shapely hourglass figure. She hoped the boys would like it too. The ribbon-like laces that adorned the front were drawn taught, forcing her huge tits together and up. The laces were tight as could be, and she knew that one tug on the bow would release her breasts from their containment. If that happened, she wouldn't be surprised if the bustier went flying right off, based on the strain it was under.
With her nipples just beneath the lacy top edge of the bustier's cups, she reached down and wriggled her hips, adjusting the tiny waistband of the matching thong panties. Jamal had been pleased when she'd shown him the set amongst her lingerie collection. "Very nice," he'd said, running his long black fingers over the tiny piece of red satin. "I want to see those on you, even though they won't be staying on for long."
Having left the panties til the very end, Tanya carefully adjusted the front panel, making sure her juices weren't seeping through. She turned and looked at her plump rear end, nicely displayed in the tiny red thong. She was happy she'd spent all those hours at the gym with her sister. Her curvy bum still looked good. It was maybe a bit plumper than it had been when she was in her twenties, but it was still nice and round, and the skin was as soft and smooth as a baby's bottom.
Her gaze drifted down to her legs. Jamal had surveyed her drawer full of nylons and the few corsets she had. She'd thought he'd ask her to put on a garter belt, but he said, "Not this time, sweetheart, I love the look of those fantastic legs of yours. But from now on, I'll let you know what I want you to wear, and I expect you to obey my wishes. I'm probably gonna want you to go out and buy a few new things, things that I like. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No sir," she'd responded immediately.
"Good. That's my good girl. That's what I like to hear. Now, let me see what kind of shoes you have. I hope you've got a lot of high heels, because that's what we like."
She led him to her big walk-in closet, where her shoes were nicely displayed on a series of shelves she'd had specially installed for that purpose. Having settled on the red satin bustier and matching panties, Jamal had selected a pair of sexy strappy red sandals. A few tiny lace-like straps ran across the top of her foot from side to side, with a slender leather strap that circled her ankle, the tiny buckle fixing the shoe in place. They were one of the few pairs she had that he seemed to approve of, and she saw a smile come across his face when he spotted the 5" rapier-like heels. She'd seen them in a store window and thought they'd looked sexier than anything. She'd tried them on and fell in love with them, and having never gone to a night club or out for a fancy dinner since she'd bought them, they'd remained in her closet until now, waiting.
"These, these'll be perfect," he'd said as he drew them down from the shelf and handed them to her.
She looked down at the shoes now, loving the way her legs looked in the sky-high heels. The tiny straps across the top of her foot and the slender band circling her ankle looked teasingly sexy on her delicate feet. Jamal had said he wanted her legs bare, this time anyway, so to make them look even better, she'd applied a thin layer of some lotion she had, which made her skin shimmer, as if coated with a fine sheen of oil. It made her shapely toned legs look dead sexy, even to her. And with those 5" heels, she knew the boys would be happy.
She did a little pirouette one more time, her eyes going to the massive swells of her big tits, her cleavage deep, dark, and wickedly inviting. She knew the boys would love that too.
She'd sprayed on her sexiest perfume and was just fluffing her hair up one more time when the door to her bedroom opened. Jamal was leading the way, with Gunner and Zeke right behind him, while Elliott followed meekly behind. The three bullies were dressed only in their low-slung jeans, showing off their muscular physiques and defined abs. Elliott remained in his jeans and t-shirt, looking somewhat confused and anxious.
"Elliott, get those covers off the bed," Jamal said as he pointed to Tanya's king-size bed. Happy that Jamal had used his real name instead of 'Smelliott' or 'Smallcox', Elliott compliantly went about stripping the bed, piling the duvet and cushions on the floor against the wall. "Not the cushions. Pile all those decorative cushions and the pillows against the headboard. I want to make sure your mom is nice and comfortable when we're taking turns fucking her." Jamal turned to his friends with a lecherous smile as Elliott arranged the pillows into a stack, the mass of them mounded up against the wooden headboard. When Elliott had finished his task, he turned and looked at the young black man, anxiously wondering if he was going to be dismissed. Jamal's next words eased his mind.
"You can sit over there and watch, Kid," he said to Elliott as he pointed to the easy chair positioned opposite the bed. Elliott meekly complied. He made his way over to the chair and sat on the front edge, his hands clasped in his lap as he eagerly awaited whatever was going to happen next.
"All right, sweetheart, come over here so we can get a look at ya," Jamal said as he turned to Tanya.
Tanya made her way towards him as he stood in front of the foot of the bed, walking confidently in the sky-high heels, doing her best to put one foot in front of the other, the way she'd seen models walk.
"Holy fuck, look at that smokin' bitch," Gunner said, his eyes raking lustfully over Tanya's spectacular body. He jumped back when Jamal backhanded him across the shoulder, catching him unawares. The loud smack caused everyone to stop in their tracks.
"The fuck, man?" Gunner said, his hand going to his shoulder, where a blotchy red mark was already beginning to show.
"Watch your language," Jamal said, pointing an accusatory finger in Gunner's face. "This isn't one of the whores from the neighbourhood. You can call those skanks bitches all you want. But I don't want to ever hear you say that about this fine lady. You got it?"
Gunner looked taken aback, but nodded his head in agreement. "Sure, man, sure. Fuck, I was just playin'."
"Playtime's over. It's time to get down to some serious business." Jamal turned his attention back to Tanya, who had stopped halfway between her makeup table and the bed. "Now where were we? Oh yeah. C'mon, sweetheart, bring that sexy body over here for us to play with."
Tanya continued her approach as four sets of eyes ravished her lush mature body.
"Is that a different lipstick?" Jamal asked once she stopped in front of him, his eyes zeroing in on her pouty red lips, which glistened alluring under the wet-look gloss.
"Yes. I'd forgotten I had this one. I've never worn it before."
A big smile came over Jamal's face. "I love it. I love how shiny and wet it makes that perfect mouth of yours look. Perfect for sucking cock, lots of cock."
Tanya felt herself blushing, but she knew he was right. She knew that's why she had put the lipstick on, hoping they'd use her mouth to fulfill their testosterone-laced teenage desires. Use her mouth for a place to come, to dump multiple loads of thick, savory boy-cum.
"Oh fuck, man, look at those tits, and those legs," Zeke said. "It looks like somebody came on her legs and she rubbed it all over them."
"She's gonna get plenty of chances to do that from now on," Jamal said as he smiled approvingly at Tanya's exotically made-up face. He nodded as he looked at the bewitchingly smoky tones of her eye shadow and sexy wildness as her fluffed up hair framed her lovely face.
"Yeah, that is one beautiful woman," Zeke said, wanting to make sure he stayed in Jamal's good books.
"She is that," Jamal said, walking around Tanya and inspecting her like a judge inspecting thoroughbred horses at the state fair. He spent a long time focussing on her huge tits, which the jam-packed bustier was barely able to contain. Her ran his big black hand appraisingly over her curvy bum, and then up along the outline of her slender waist and beneath the heavy shelf of her breasts. His touch made Tanya shiver in anticipation. "Look at this gorgeous fucking body. Look at that mouth, those tits, those wide fuckable hips." Jamal paused with his inspection and looked over at his two friends. "She definitely has one, doesn't she?"
"Oh fuck, yeah. She's got one all right. There's no doubt about it," Gunner chimed in, having recovered from his little confrontation with Jamal. "What do you think, Zeke?"
Zeke looked stunned as his eyes continued to run up and down over the MILF's mouthwatering body. His hand was blatantly running over the front of his jeans, where his swelling cockhead was already starting to emerge over the low-slung waistband. "Oh fuck, does she ever. I don't think I've seen one as perfect as hers before. She definitely has one of the best ones ever."
"One what?" A tiny thin voice came from behind them.
The boys turned and looked over at Elliott, who was sitting anxiously on the easy chair. He had a perplexed but keen look on his face, wondering what the boys were talking about.
"What did you say, Kid?" Jamal asked, looking somewhat perturbed at being interrupted.
Elliott looked quickly at his mother's lewdly displayed body, her eyes meeting his with a soft smile before he turned back to Jamal and spoke. "What do you mean when you said she 'has one'? One what?"
The stern look on Jamal's face was replaced by a shit-eating grin. "Oh, I see, you want to know what we mean by saying 'she has one'." He paused as he looked back over his shoulder at the sexy MILF before facing Elliott once more. "What we mean by saying she has one is what we mean about her body."
Elliott's eyebrows arched together. "I still don't get it."
Jamal looked steadily at Elliott. "Her body is what we're talking about-'a body that's made for big cocks'. That's what we mean by 'she has one'. And your mother definitely has 'a body made for big cocks'. And we're going to give her some right now."
As Jamal reached for his belt, Gunner and Zeke quickly followed. "How do you want to do her, Jamal?" Zeke asked. "Are we going to go in the usual order so we can get her loosened up for you?" Zeke had an eager look on his face, knowing that if Jamal wanted to do as he'd asked, he'd be the first one to get his big prick inside the sexy MILF.
Jamal kept his eyes on Tanya's face as he calmly tossed his jeans aside and slowly shook his head. "No, not this time. This time we're going to take her one at a time, and I'm going first. I want to hear her scream with this big black cock inside her before you guys get those tiny dicks of yours seen to."
Tanya felt her spine tingle at the thought of Jamal taking her first. One part of her had hoped he'd do as Zeke had suggested, letting her take the smallest cock first-although she already knew that even Zeke's prick was bigger than anything she'd ever have inside her before. But deep down, she knew that she wanted Jamal to be first, to feel that enormous black snake work its way deep inside her, stretching her and filling her like never before. Yes, the smile on Jamal's face told her he knew exactly what she wanted-what she needed.
"C'mon, sweetheart, get down on your knees for a minute," Jamal said as he put his big hands on Tanya's shoulders and pushed down. She eagerly complied. She dropped to her knees, her face mere inches away from Jamal's stiffening cock.
He reached down and hefted his beefy dick, pointing the purple head at her mouth. "Wrap those red lips around that big black barrel and suck for a minute or two. I want that gun fully cocked and loaded before I stick it way up inside you."
Tanya almost swooned as she looked at the massive cock before her, knowing it would soon be tearing its way up her needy cunt. She ovalled her lips as Jamal flexed forward, feeding that big puffy helmet right into her mouth. It felt hot and oh so soft between her lips as she leaned forward, taking more of the stiffening rod.
"Mmm..." She couldn't help the purr that emanated from her throat as her lips clamped down just past the pronounced coronal ridge, locking the lemon-sized knob within her mouth.
"Oh fuck, yeah, that's the way, sweetheart," Jamal said as he slowly stroked his rising cock, his big hand wrapped around the stiffening weapon in a warm loving corridor. "Get that big dick ready to stretch that tight white pussy of yours. And then once I've got you opened up, these guys are gonna take their turn, and then we'll have another go round after that. We're gonna fill you up, sweetheart. Fill you up with that creamy white cum you love so much."
It was clear to everyone watching that Jamal's words were getting Tanya even hotter. Her shiny lips were pursed forward and her eyes were hooded as she sucked wantonly. Little whimpers and purrs came from deep inside her as she bobbed up and down on the throbbing monster.
"That's it. Get it nice and hard, just the way you want it," Jamal said, rolling his hips slightly as Tanya hollowed in her cheeks, the hot wet tissues inside her mouth embracing his surging erection in a tight buttery sheath.
Elliott couldn't believe how incredibly sexy his mother looked. The form-fitting bustier drew your attention to her slim waist, while the heavily-structured bra cups thrust her massive tits together and up, the bewitching red garment provocatively emphasizing her hourglass figure. The high-heeled strappy sandals made her legs look amazing, and whatever she had put on them to make them shine like that was dead sexy. And her face, her face looked luxuriously desirable with the deeper tones of the makeup she'd applied, finished off by the wet red gash of her mouth. Her wild-looking hair was the perfect accent to the whole look, and Elliott's cock had started to stiffen as soon as he'd laid eyes on her.
And now here she was, down on her knees, her wet red lips wrapped around the big black cock that belonged to one of his bullies. If you'd said to him twenty-four hours ago that this was going to happen, he'd have said you were crazy. But no, it had happened, and he was witnessing it first hand as his sexily-clad mother slobbered and sucked his bully's big black cock. Not only was she sucking it, he could see that she was positively worshipping it. She wasn't just trying to suck it quickly to get it over with-no-she was clearly taking her time. His mother's eyes were glassy and lust-filled as her lips and mouth made sweet love to the young black man's huge slab of meat.
Elliott was watching intently, his cock quickly hardening in his pants as his mother mewed and purred as Jamal's big dick plundered her mouth. He saw Gunner and Zeke watching closely as well, both of them with sinister smiles on their faces as they slowly stroked their own growing erections. Elliott turned back as Jamal ran his long fingers lovingly through his mother's hair, working her head back and forth slowly, obviously loving the feeling of her hot wet mouth on his surging erection. Elliott thought his mother's glossy red lips looked wickedly sinful as they travelled back and forth along Jamal's ebony spear. He had watched the boy's huge cock get harder and longer as she slavishly sucked. The tremendous girth of Jamal's cock had her lips stretched almost to the tearing point, but he could see that she was loving it. Loving having that thick black cock filling her mouth. Loving having Jamal telling her what to do.
"Okay, sweetheart, that's good enough. I know you want to keep sucking, and I'll give you some more of that gravy you love so much later, but right now, I'm ready to get every last inch of my cock inside that pretty little pussy of yours," Jamal said as he pulled his erection out of her mouth with an audible POP! "Are you ready to be our little fucktoy, sweetheart? Are you ready to have us fuck you, and you be our cocksucker, anytime or anywhere we want?"
Tanya looked up at Jamal, and Elliott could see the lust in her eyes. "Yes," she replied, her head nodding submissively in agreement.
"Yes what?" Jamal asked firmly, his hand waving his immense rod teasingly right in front of her flushed face.
"Yes sir," Tanya responded, knowing instinctively how he expected her to answer.
"That's better. That's the way I expect our pretty little fucktoy to answer. Now get up on the bed and on your back."
Tanya got to her feet and slid onto the bed, crawling up and then turning over on her back, her head positioned in the middle of the stack of pillows. She drew one leg up, the rapier-like heel of one strappy sandal digging into the mattress sensually, her bent knee positioned over her other leg in a sexy pose.
"Oh fuck," Zeke muttered under his breath, and Elliott knew exactly what the young thug was thinking. His mother looked so fucking sexy it took his breath away. Her nicely tanned skin and the brilliant red of her outfit and the shoes looked boldly delicious against the brilliant white sheets. Her huge tits looked amazing, filling the full breadth of her chest while the ample mounds of tit-flesh threatened to spill over the tops of the straining bra cups. Her pouffed-up honey-blonde hair lay spread out over the pillow beneath her like an enchanting halo, framing her stunningly beautiful face. To Elliott, his mother looked more luscious and desirable than any porn star or busty model he'd ever jacked off to. She was a fantasy come true, lying right there in the middle of her king-size bed, lying there waiting to be fucked.
Elliott saw Jamal smile appreciatively as he crawled onto the foot of the bed on his knees, his stallion-like cock rearing up before him like a heat-seeking missile. And Elliott knew exactly where that weapon was going to be aimed.
"Get those legs apart for me, sweetheart. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours," Jamal said, edging closer on his knees.
Tanya rolled her leg off of the other one and drew both knees up slowly, her heels dragging teasingly over the sheets as her knees got higher and higher. With her knees well up, she slowly rolled her legs provocatively open to each side, presenting a perfect view of her creamy inner thighs and thong-clad cunt to Jamal.
"Jesus Christ, she's perfect," Zeke said softly as he and Gunner methodically stroked their cocks, which were now rock hard. "Look at how wet she is."
Even from his vantage point opposite the bed, Elliott could see the damp stain where his mother's succulent nectar had soaked through her tiny panties. He shivered, thinking of the illicit scent and taste of her delectable juices.
"Let's get those panties out of the way," Jamal said as he reached between her legs and grabbed the waistband of her thong. Tanya wriggled her hips as Jamal drew them down off her shapely legs. He brought the tiny piece of fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply, revelling in the intense fragrance. "Nice, very nice." He then turned, balled the panties up and tossed them across the room to Elliott, who snagged them out of the air instinctively. "There you go, Kid, suck on those for awhile."
As soon as Elliott had the panties in his hand, he could smell the heady aroma coming off the damp piece of fabric. It fired his senses, making him almost delirious with excitement. He was too overcome with arousal to do anything other than Jamal told him to do. He turned the tiny thong inside out and stuffed it into his mouth, his lips and tongue sucking at the sodden material. With his cock feeling like a steel rod in his jeans, he turned his attention back to the bed, eager to see what would happen next.
"That's my girl," Jamal said as he faced Tanya, still on his knees in front of her, his humongous cock waving in the air like a black fleshy scimitar, waiting to carve its way into something hot, wet, and pink. Even from his vantage point across the room, Elliott could see a shiny web of precum drooling from the tip. "Get those legs apart again. Let me see that pretty little cunt."
Tanya's legs had come together after Jamal had taken her panties off. Under his direction, she drew her knees up again, and then slowly let her legs roll open to each side, her shaved pussy wantonly on display.
"Oh fuck, yeah. That's gorgeous," Zeke said as all eyes focusses in on Tanya's delectable pussy.
Elliott could see that his mother's mound was glistening, her loins almost glowing with her seeping discharge. He knew she must have been really aroused to be that wet so fast. But it wasn't just that her inviting mound was so shiny, it looked perfect in every other way. Elliott had seen a lot of pussies in his young life, even if only in pictures and pornos, but his mother's mature cunt had him breathing raggedly with desire as he looked at it.
Her entire vulva was flushed pink, as if blood had rushed to that part of her body to enliven it even more. Her inner lips were full and fleshy, and seemed to ripple as she moved her legs apart. They were an even brighter pink than her outer lips, drawing your attention to the beckoning shiny line of the teasing cleft between them that marked the gates to her velvety love pocket. Elliott knew in an instant those pussy lips were ones that he wanted to get his mouth on. Pussy lips he could suck and chew on all night long-and still want more.
His gaze instinctively moved upward along her glistening slit, her enflamed clit seeming to glow with need, like a beacon imploring all sailors to find safety from the tempest between her widely-spread legs. Again, Elliott compared the fleshy nodule to ones he'd seen on porn stars. His mother's looked bigger, bigger and more prominent than any he'd seen. The protruding bud was already peeking out from beneath its protective sheath, shining invitingly as her warm juices had seeped upwards on the inside of her tiny panties. It looked like a tiny cock, the blood-filled tip calling out for a set of lips and tongue to bring it the pleasure it deserved. The size of it made Elliott shiver in anticipation. He could only hope-no-pray, that Jamal would be true to his word and let him have a chance, if only for a brief instant, to place his mouth on that beautiful pussy and service his mother as he'd always dreamed about.
"Fuck, man," Gunner said, his hand sliding slowly back and forth on his stiff cock. "Look at how fucking wet she is. She wants it bad. You can even smell her from here."
Gunner was right. Even from his spot across the room, Elliott was getting the alluringly illicit scent of his mother's weeping little box. Like a mind-numbing shot to the brain, the sinfully delicious fragrance sent a jolt right to his cock, making his already-hard cock pulse with arousal. He saw the same thing had happened to Jamal, his enormous club bobbing menacingly with each powerful beat of his heart.
"Oh yeah, she wants cock all right," Jamal said, shifting forward on the bed. "And we're going to make sure she gets as much as she wants, and more, starting right now."
Jamal settled down on his knees between the MILF's spread thighs. He wrapped his hand around his raging prick and pointed it downward, the dripping tip aimed right at her beckoning little flower. All eyes in the room watched intently as he leaned forward, bringing the flared purple head of his black dick to her glistening pussy lips. He pressed the tip against them, and then moved his hand in a slow circle, the engorged head of his cock moving teasingly over her beckoning mound.
Ohhhnnn..." Tanya couldn't surpress the needy moan that escaped her lips, her mind swirling with arousal as the young black man pressed his scorchingly-hot cockhead against her pussy. She felt an electric twitching in her snatch, and knew a small gush of cunt-honey had pulsed forth, as if to convince him that more delights awaited him inside. She looked up, her eyes meeting Jamal's, both of them knowing how much she wanted him-no-needed him, to drive that big beautiful cock way up inside her. He rolled his hips again, his immense knob rubbing all around the opening of her steaming cunt.
"Please..." She was almost pleading, her needy tone bringing a knowing smile to Jamal's face.
"Please? Please what?" Jamal said, sitting back slightly, his wrapped hand keeping his throbbing erection pointed right at her seeping gash, the enflamed tip drooling precum onto her hot pink flesh. "Please stop?"
"No," she said, her eyes seeming to beg him to give her what she needed.
"Please what, then?" Jamal leaned forward again, once more tracing the tip of his rock-hard cock over her slippery pussy-lips.
"Please, please put it...put it inside me." Tanya said, her breathless voice pleading with him to shove his monstrous cock into her.
"You know I'm going to make you come with this, don't you?" Jamal said, still rubbing his dickhead against her slick labial gates.
"Yes...yes, I know. I...I need it," Tanya replied, her lust-filled eyes glassy with desire. She pushed her hips back against him, wanting more.
"Tell me, tell me what you need," Jamal said, a lecherous smile on his face as he toyed with her slick pink petals, his angry cockhead pressing teasingly against her hot flesh, but going no further.
"I need you inside me. I need that big black cock as far inside me as you can get it. Please, fuck me now," Tanya said, her face flushed with her confession.
A huge smile creased Jamal's face. "All you had to do was ask, sweetheart." He angled his hand down and pressed the massive bulb against her pussy lips, and then leaned forwards.
Elliott watched, his mouth open, as Jamal started to enter his mother. Her dew-covered labia circled his engorged cockhead in a loving kiss as the young black man flexed slowly forwards. Elliott saw those vivid pink lips stretch and stretch as they embraced the veiny black cock. It looked to Elliott like they were almost sucking at it, imploring it to go deeper. Which Jamal did.
"Oh my God...so thick," Tanya moaned softly as Jamal started to work his massive erection into her.
He could feel that she was soaking wet inside, and hot as a pistol. The steaming oily tissues lining her cunt pressed against him, her coital walls feeling heavenly on his surging dick. Once the broad flared knob was locked within her twat's clutching grasp, he released his hand from his prick and leaned over her, supporting himself in a push-up position over her. He looked down into those warm blue eyes as he flexed forward, his steely rod making its way deeper. Her mature cunt felt just as tight as any of the young girls he'd fucked, and hot as a blast furnace. She flicked her eyes up from what was happening between her legs to look at him. He rolled his hips, stirring her hot insides like a batch of wet cement.
"Ohhhnnn," she groaned deeply, her eyes closing in bliss as he worked her needy cunt with his monstrous weapon.
Jamal continued to slowly, insistently, drive his rigid cock into her. The steaming folds of flesh gripped him like a hot buttery fist, and he continued flexing forward, until her inner folds refused to part, the unexplored depths of her mature twat barring him from going any further. They both looked down between their joined bodies, seeing close to 5" of thick black cock still sticking out of her. She looked up at him, and they both knew the same thing-that he wasn't going to stop there.
"Please...please be gentle," she whispered. "I've never...I've never had anything that big before."
"But you do want it, don't you?" Jamal whispered back, rolling his hips teasingly. He watched her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth opened in a breathless gasp as the head of the huge club rubbed luxuriously against the oily walls of her packed vagina. "Are you gonna open up that tight cunt for me and let me all the way in? Are you gonna let this big black cock fuck you deeper than you've ever been fucked before?"
"Yes...yes," Tanya pleaded.
"We've still got five inches to go," Jamal said as he rolled his hips, letting her feel the intense hardness of his steely cock. "How much more do you want? Do you want every last inch?"
"Oh God...yes. Yes, I...I want it all," Tanya moaned as she threw her arms around his neck and nodded her approval, letting him know she was ready for his assault.
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