“Aaahh,” Tanya let out a tiny gasp as a mini-orgasm overtook her. She felt herself quivering as the exquisite sensations coursed through her aroused mature body. Her pussy was tingling like crazy as the young man rolled his hips against her lush bum, her juices seeping into her panties.
Jamal slowly set the final glass down with the others, holding himself pressed against her as she rode out her little climax. “I think that’s good for now, don’t you?” he asked, finally stepping back from her.
“Uh, yes. Thank you. Thank you, Jamal,” Tanya said as she turned and smooth down the back of her skirt. She reached up and brushed a strand of honey-blonde hair that had dropped across her face, wiping the sweat from her brow at the same time. The doorbell rang, which saved her from having to face him after what had just happened.
“Ah, saved by the bell,” Jamal said as he gave her a knowing smile before stepping away. She watched him adjust the massive slab of cockmeat beneath his jeans as he stepped into the living room to join his friends.
“Do you want me to get it, Mom?” Elliott asked.
“Uh, no. I’ll take care of it,” Tanya hurriedly replied, knowing she had to compose herself. She smoothed down her skirt again before striding towards the front of the house, stopping at the hall closet to retrieve the purse she’d stashed out of harm’s way.
“Hi, Mrs. Cox,” the delivery boy said when she opened the door. It was the usual boy who delivered to their neighborhood, a tall strapping young black kid named Derek. “Got some visitors?”
“Uh, what?” Tanya replied, still flustered after what had happened between her and Jamal in the kitchen. The delivery boy gestured to the elongated van in the driveway.
“You ordered more than your usual deluxe, and then I noticed the van in the driveway, so I figured you had company.”
“Oh yes, of course, Derek. It… it’s just some of Elliott’s friends from school.” Tanya looked down as she dug into her purse for some cash. She noticed her nipples were hard as pebbles, no doubt from the arousal she’d felt in the kitchen just moments before. When she looked up with the cash in her hand, she noticed the delivery boy looking right at her chest, his eyes wide open. “Uh, here you go. That should cover it.” She handed over a number of bills, making sure she gave the youngster a generous tip.
“Are you all right, Mrs. Cox? You look a little flushed,” Derek said as he took the cash and handed over the pizzas, his eyes flicking between his favorite customer’s ample chest and her lovely face.
“Yes. I… I’m fine. I was just doing some work in the kitchen.”
“Well, if you ever need help with anything around the house, I’d be more than willing to lend a hand. An attractive woman like you shouldn’t have to worry about doing strenuous work,” the young black man replied, his eyes flicking down to her thrusting nipples once more.
Tanya wondered what was going on today. It had been a long time since she’d had so many people pay attention to her, and the fact that it was from young men the same age as her son just seemed to make it all the more illicit and exciting. It wasn’t lost on her that Derek was black, just like Jamal. And like Jamal had suggested earlier, Derek was now offering to help her with strenuous work around the house. For some reason, she found herself glancing down at his crotch. She noticed a little pulsing throb as she noticed him looking once more at her chest. She swallowed as she took in the impressive proportions of his noticeable package. From the suggestive tone in his statement about offering to help her, she wondered if he considered fucking to be strenuous work. From the looks of that bulge in his pants, he definitely looked ready for it. She wondered if she was going cock-crazy all of a sudden-teenage cock-crazy. Or was it teenage, black cock crazy? Tanya shook her head, snapping herself out of her dizzying thoughts. “Thanks, Derek. That’s so sweet of you to offer. I’ll keep that in mind. Now, I’d better get this inside to my guests.”
“Great. Just remember, if you need help with something, just call the restaurant and they can get in touch with me.”
As he stepped back, Tanya took a quick look at the definite swelling in his crotch. Once again, she wondered how big the boy’s cock was. “Okay. I’ll remember that. Call the restaurant to get you. Thanks again.” She closed the door and leaned against it, taking a few deep breaths to right herself. “Oh my gosh, what’s come over me? First, that thing with Jamal, and now Derek,” she thought to herself. Shaking her head, she made her way back to the kitchen, pizza in hand.
Tanya called the boys to the table, making sure to avoid Jamal’s eyes as much as she could. As they dug into the pizzas, Gunner and Zeke engaged Elliott in conversation about the video game they’d been playing, much to Tanya’s relief. There was nothing confrontational in their tone, and Zeke gave Elliott a playful tap on the shoulder at one point. Tanya hoped her plan was starting to work out.
“I’m sorry, we don’t have much for dessert, other than ice cream,” Tanya said once the last slice of pizza had disappeared.
“Ice cream will be fine,” Jamal said, once again answering for all three boys. When Tanya nodded and went to get up, he reached out and stopped her, his big mitt accidentally brushing across her breasts as he reached across her body. “Just stay seated, Mrs. Cox, you’ve done enough for us already. I’ll take care of this.”
“Oh well, thank you, Jamal. The ice cream’s in the freezer.” She pointed to the lower compartment on the big stainless steel fridge.
“Great, no problem. Do you have any cones, by any chance?”
“Uh, yes, we do. There’s a box in the pantry. Elliott, can you get those, please? And grab the ice cream scoop too.”
“Sure, Mom.” Elliott retrieved the cones and scoop while Jamal carried two containers of ice cream to the table.
“Okay, it looks like we’ve got butterscotch swirl or chocolate here,” Jamal said as he picked up the scoop and looked over at Tanya. “What’ll it be?”
“Butterscotch swirl for me,” Zeke blurted out.
“Hey!” Jamal said curtly, pointing the scoop at Zeke. “Mind your manners. Let our fine hostess go first.”
He turned back to Tanya, that disarming smile on his face that had that same shiver running down her spine again.
“Um, chocolate, please.”
“That’s what I thought you’d say. Good choice.” Jamal effortlessly carved off a couple of scoops before handing the cone to Tanya. He served Elliott next before his two pals. He made another chocolate cone for himself. The chatter around the table quieted as they all attacked their dessert.
“Mmm, this is good,” Jamal said, his broad tongue sweeping across the glistening ice cream. “How’s yours, Mrs. Cox?”
Tanya noticed his eyes flick to her mouth as she licked the cone, the provocative look in his dark eyes sending another jolt down between her legs. “It’s good, thank you.”
“It’s a nice sensation, isn’t it?”
“Uh, what’s that?” she asked, his words and tone disarming her again.
“The sensation. Feeling your lips on the rich smooth chocolate surface as your tongue licks all over the part that’s in your mouth. And then that delightful feeling as the melting part slides off the tip onto your tongue, that rich chocolate flavor making your taste buds tingle.” He paused as Tanya flushed, her eyes gazing at her gleaming cone as she listened to his words. “And there’s nothing like that silky smooth sensation as the cool chocolate cream slides right down your throat, deep into your belly. After you get that first taste, you know there’s nothing that can stop you from wanting more.” Jamal could see her mouth open as she drew in a shallow breath, her lips shiny from the surface of the cone. He stared boldly at her mouth, loving the fullness of her pouty lips, knowing exactly what he wanted to put between them. “That’s the way I feel about chocolate. Do you feel that way too, Mrs. Cox?”