Everything the young man was saying seemed to throw Tanya for a loop, but she couldn’t deny the sexual undertones of his words, and she could feel her heart racing as she wondered what he was thinking in his head. The pumping blood racing through her veins seemed to be settling between her legs, and she knew her sizable clit was engorged, like it always was when she was aroused. She clamped her legs closer together, trying to keep the seeping juices from soaking into her panties. She knew she had to do something, or she might end up having a little orgasm right there, just listening to Jamal’s suggestive words as he spoke in that hypnotic lulling tone of his. “Umm, Elliott, why don’t you show the boys your video games? You can play a bit before the pizza comes.”
“Uh, okay,” Elliott replied as he gestured towards the family room. Gunner and Zeke followed him over while Jamal lagged behind in the kitchen, his eyes feasting on Tanya. As Elliott turned on the big TV and got out his controllers, Jamal waited for the sound of the game to come on before speaking.
“Are you sure you’re Elliott’s mother? I swear you could pass for his older sister.”
“That’s sweet of you to say, Jamal, but I know you’re just being polite.”
“No, I mean it. When you came out of that car, there was no way I would have said you were his mother.” Jamal made no attempt to hide his intentions as his dark eyes roamed blatantly over Tanya’s curvy hourglass shape, his eyes lingering a long time on her breasts. “None of the mothers in our neighborhood look anywhere near as hot as you.”
Tanya realized it had been a long time-a very long time-since anyone had complimented her and looked at her that way. She couldn’t remember if anyone had ever called her “hot”. She’d been called a “fox” when she was younger, but “hot” was the term the kids used nowadays. And even though Jamal was just a young man who was in the same grade as her son, it was still nice to hear. It made her feel good about the efforts she’d made to take care of herself. And this Jamal, with his impressive height and wide shoulders, powerful arms and toned body, he definitely didn’t look like a schoolboy-no, he looked all man to her. Both Gunner and Zeke looked more like men too, both strong and well-built. As she looked at Jamal, her mind quickly jumped back to that day she’d witnessed her husband giving that black man a blow job out by their pool, and how big that man’s cock had been. She wondered… she wondered if Jamal had a cock to rival the one she’d seen, the one that man had dragged across her husband’s face, the oozing tip leaving a nasty trail of discharge that glistened wickedly. And there was something about Jamal’s voice… something almost hypnotic in the way he spoke, something that had her mind wondering to things like the size of his cock. Just the tone of his rich low voice seemed to go right through to tickle at her slumbering libido, sending the blood rushing to her head and throughout her body until she was almost dizzy with the nasty thoughts she was having. She had to shake herself once more to break herself out of the trancelike state she seemed on the verge of slipping into. She fanned herself with her hand, feeling her face flushing under his gaze. “Um, well, thank you again. Every woman likes to be complimented, and I do appreciate it.”
“A beautiful woman like you should be complimented every day. Take what you’re wearing, for example. It looks fantastic on you.” He gave her the one-hundred-watt smile as he gestured towards her golf outfit.
“This old thing,” Tanya replied as she waved her hand, sloughing off his comment. She couldn’t believe how school-girlish she was acting in this young man’s presence, but she couldn’t help it. “It’s just something I threw on to go golfing with my sister.”
“Not a twin sister that’s single by any chance?” Jamal said, giving her a little wink as he let his gaze wander up and down over her curvy mature body, making no attempt to disguise where he was looking.
Tanya felt herself blushing again, but she admitted to herself that she was liking the attention, even if it was from a teenager. “No, my sister is single, but we’re not twins. She’s two years younger than me.”
“Is she as beautiful as you?”
Tanya laughed out loud. “Now, Jamal, you stop that. You’re just being a flirt.”
The young black man put up his hands defensively. “Hey, what can I say, I call ’em as I see ’em.”
“Thank you anyway. And my sister, we do look very similar, but she’s a bit taller.” Tanya stepped over to the counter and opened one of the upper cupboards. “Now, I better set the table.”
As she stretched to reach for some plates, Jamal noticed the way her little golf skirt rode up the back of her full creamy thighs, the curve of her round bum seeming to call out to him. He closed the distance between the two of them quickly, reaching over her. “Here, let me help you with that.” He reached past her, grabbing the plates in his big hand.
Caught unawares, Tanya was trapped between him and the counter. She felt his large body swallow hers up as if shrouded beneath a masculine cloak, his male essence hitting her senses at the same time his body pressed against her rear end. He rolled himself slightly against her as he reached into the cupboard, and she could have sworn she felt a thick pipe-like protrusion slip into the crevasse of her backside. She felt herself gasp at the unexpected feeling, but she didn’t pull away, and her heart started to pound as he rolled his hips salaciously. The pipe-like protrusion seemed to stiffen, and then, he was gone. She turned, beads of sweat appearing on her brow as he stood in front of her, his hands holding five plates. He had an innocent look on his face as he gave her a quick smile before putting the plates on the table. But she saw a flash in his eyes before he stepped away, as if he could read her mind.
“Is there anything else you need help with?” Jamal said as he came back towards her, his hand sliding down across his hip. Her eyes were drawn to the indelicate movement, and she found herself looking at his crotch.
“Oh my God,” Tanya said to herself, looking at the bulge in his jeans. He was wearing somewhat loose-fitting low-slung jeans cinched tight at the hips with a wide leather belt. The worn denim now showed the outline of a huge cock, bigger than any she’d ever seen before. She found herself gulping as she looked at the sausage-like protrusion. Jamal absentmindedly scratched along the length of his dick as she watched, as if in a trance, unable to speak, unable to move.
“Excuse me… Mrs. Cox?”
Jamal’s words broke her out of her reverie and she looked up at him, seeing that knowing look in his eyes again. “Uh… I’m sorry,” she gulped out. “Wh… what was that?”
“I was asking if there’s anything else you want me to reach down for you?”
She thought about how it had felt when he’d pressed himself against her. “Uh yes, of course. I guess we could use some glasses.”
“Great. Where are they?”
“They’re over here.” Tanya stepped along the counter and opened another cupboard as she reached up, but looked over her shoulder at Jamal at the same time.
“No problem,” Jamal said as he came up behind her and pressed his body against her backside as he reached up over her again, enveloping her with his broad muscular body.
Tanya reached down with both hands to the counter top to steady herself as she breathed deeply, her senses stirring under the earthy masculine fragrance of his young body. He rolled his hips against her as he stretched up, the log-like slab of meat between his legs fitting nicely between her curvy bum-cheeks. He rose up on his tip-toes as he retrieved a couple of glasses and then set them down on the counter before reaching for more, his actions causing his stiffening prick to slide up and down over the back of her skirt. She could feel his swollen cock clearly through his jeans and the material of her skirt, and the way it was rising up between their connected bodies, she knew there was no way he was wearing underwear beneath his jeans. It was just too prominent, too hard.
“Oh fuck,” Tanya muttered under her breath, her mouth open as she gasped. Her mind was reeling at the thought of how big his cock must be. She could tell that it wasn’t fully hard, but it seemed to be as big as her arm. He set down two more glasses, and then stopped as he spoke to her, his body still pressed against hers.
“Is that good? Do you want more?” He pointed to the four glasses he’d placed on the counter, and Tanya understood the meaning of his provocative question. They both knew there were five of them that were going to be eating.
“Yes. One more, please?” Her response was almost a plea, her voice rising at the end as she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes needy.
He gave her a knowing smile as he moved closer against her. “Sure, I can give you one more… er… I mean, I can get one more.”
Jamal bent his knees slightly before reaching up into the cupboard, dragging the entire length of his semi-rigid dick from the bottom of her bum to the top, rolling his hips teasingly as he fit it right in between the beckoning orbs or her curvy backside. Tanya was overcome by what he was doing. It had all come on so surprising and yet it was literally touching nerves deep inside her that had been dormant for a long time. Instinctively, she found herself pressing back against him, wanting to feel his stiffness against her. He slowly slid backwards, dragging his cock down, and then up once more, nice and slow.