Elliott had whacked off two loads while looking at the pictures of his mother he had on his computer. The panties he’d pilfered from her laundry hamper were soaked where he’d been sucking on them. He’d pumped a creamy mess into each cup of the bra that he’d stolen, the pearly fluid looking obscene as it sat in the big curved cup, the clumpy gobs of boy-juice slowly soaking into the fabric. His lube-coated hand had been busy, the second load coming surprisingly quickly after the first one as he brought up other pictures of her on his screen. These were ones he’d created himself, using the Photoshop program he’d purchased. Although his top-heavy mother had a better body than most busty lingerie models he saw on the internet, he always had a hankering to see her in some of those sexy outfits he fantasized about her wearing when he surfed those sites. It was one thing to see his mother in a bikini in the backyard, it was another thing altogether to get a chance to see her in some gorgeous lingerie. There was no way he could see that ever happening in real life, so he did the best he could by creating his own shots.
He had a number of pictures of her attractive face that he’d edited, cropping off the rest of her body other than her head down to her neck. He’d finished that off by adding a chunky or wide necklace to the shots, giving the headshot of her a bold distinctive edge. This allowed him to transfer that headshot of his mother onto pictures he’d downloaded into his files from various internet sites, the wide necklace creating a natural border between his mother’s face and the original model’s body, making for a better color match. He’d cut and paste layers from those originals until the model’s face was covered, while leaving the rest of her body intact. He’d then add his mother’s face into the shot. A little manipulation of the colors and scaling the new part to fit was often necessary, but the results were usually extremely realistic, and Elliott loved his collection. And that collection now numbered in the thousands of edited photographs, with his mother not only being part of lingerie shots, but miniskirts, sexy business wear, bikinis, whatever tickled Elliott’s fancy that day.
For his second load, he’d switched from the white bikini pics to some of her in corsets and stockings, knowing that if he ever had a chance to see her in something like that, she’d look just as good in real life, or better, than those models in the pictures. The slappy sticky sounds of his pumping hand had filled the room before he’d sent the second load straight into the waiting bra cups, thoughts of spraying his cum over his mother’s real tits filling his head.
With that second load out of the way, he’d washed the greasy lube off his hand and set to work on editing some new pictures that he’d downloaded, these ones of his mother in sexy glamorous gowns with slits that ran right from the floor to the models’ hips. There was something dead sexy about those dresses, with the models’ legs looking gorgeous through the slits in the fabric, their long legs looking fantastic in the obligatory sky-high heels. He already had some of his mother in this look, but he wanted more. And so he was just working on the second of the new pics he’d downloaded when he heard his mother come out of her room. He didn’t think much of it at first but then her footsteps seemed to be hurrying down the stairs, which he thought was strange. He checked the time: 10:47. When he’d first heard his mother come out of her room, he figured she might be heading downstairs to get something to eat. But then she’d gone down the stairs in a rush, which was very strange indeed.
With his curiosity now piqued, he went to his door and quietly opened it. He listened closely, and then heard the murmur of voices coming from the area of the front door. He could make out the tone of his mother’s voice, but the other was a low, masculine rumble, which sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Wanting to know what was going on, he strode back into his room and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. The voices seemed closer now as he made his way out of his room, stealthily making his way down the darkened hallway. He came to the corner near the start of the wide curving stairway and peered around the edge.
“What the fuck?” Elliott said to himself as he saw his three bullies sitting at the kitchen table with his mother. Jamal was talking to her quietly. Wondering what they were doing there, he hunkered down in the shadows and watched, and listened. After settling down on his haunches, he was able to make out most of their words, even though they were keeping their voices low. He figured his mother must have told them he was upstairs, and probably sleeping.
So Elliott had stayed hidden in the darkness and taken in everything that had happened, right down to his mother licking up every milky gob of the bullies’ cum while she got herself off with her fingers. He’d watched her hand work vigorously between her legs as she’d leaned over the table, licking up the warm semen ravenously. When she’d sat back in the chair to compose herself, Elliott had taken a last look at her gleaming spunk-covered face and retreated to his room, his brain swirling to the point he was almost staggering, his heart racing.
Now he sat at his desk in front of his computer, trying to comprehend everything that he’d just seen. He had to admit, he wasn’t surprised at the scam the bullies had pulled, preying on his mother’s kind-heartedness in order to satisfy their own perverted pleasure. But he had been surprised by the look of wanton desire on his mother’s face as she’d jerked them off. It was clear as anything that she was enjoying it, even as she tried to keep her feelings somewhat subdued on the outside. When she eagerly made a meal of the puddles of semen on the table, it put any thoughts of her possible reluctance to rest.
What was really troubling Elliott more than anything were his own thoughts of what he’d seen, and how he’d reacted. He knew he should have been angry with the boys for the way they conned his mother into jerking them off. Any ‘proper’ son would have been incensed by what they’d done, but Elliott had reacted differently. He was somewhat embarrassed and guilt-ridden to admit that watching what had happened had aroused him tremendously. His breath had started to come in rapid gasps when Zeke first whipped out his cock and his mother started to stroke it, and it became quickly clear how much she was enjoying it. It didn’t take long before Elliott felt his own pecker tenting out the front of his baggy sweatpants, wishing it was his cock his mother was stroking.
Elliott wanted badly to reach down and jerk it off as he watched his mother, the rapturous look on her face turning him on even more. But for some reason-maybe because he knew what the boys were like-he knew there’d likely be more coming than just Zeke getting jerked off. So he’d used all his willpower to keep his hands off his throbbing prick, and just remained hidden and watched, his wide eyes taking in every lurid detail.
He was right about there being more, and he wasn’t surprised when Gunner replaced Zeke, presenting his erect phallus to his mother, as if he knew that she was waiting for it once she’d finished with Zeke. He noticed that Gunner was really well-hung too, even bigger than Zeke, and he could see the lustful wanton look in his mother’s eyes as she sized up the blonde-haired boy’s rigid prick. Elliott was envious of the boys and their big cocks, knowing his wasn’t anywhere close to that size, and he could see how his mother looked at them hungrily. He even saw her tongue instinctively slip out of her mouth and circle wetly around her pouty red lips once or twice. He wasn’t surprised as his mother didn’t seem to hesitate very long before she started stroking Gunner’s cock. Although his prick felt like an iron bar in his pants, and he could feel precum oozing from the tip, he still managed to keep his hands off it, knowing that watching his mother’s lewd slutty behavior would have him going off in a second if he touched it. That was all fine and good, until Jamal brought out his monster.
With two loads of cum splashed across the table, Elliott watched as Jamal eventually stood next to his mother, and then slowly undid his pants. When he reached into the opening and pulled out his long, thick member, Elliott thought he was almost going to pass out. Jamal’s cock was HUGE! FUCKING HUGE! To Elliott, his bully’s big, black cock was nothing short of ‘Mandingo-esque’. Elliott had seen a lot of interracial porn, with well-hung black guys making it with white women, and there were few that had a weapon as big and thick as Jamal’s.
He watched as Jamal’s enormous prick stiffened and extended until it reached full erection, the broad, flared head as big as an apple, the thick shaft looking like the handle of deadly club. Elliott saw the same look in his mother’s eyes, her blue orbs sparking with desire as she eventually took hold of the massive prick, her hand looking so small and dainty against Jamal’s thrusting erection. Elliott so wished he had a cock like that, and that it was his huge erection that his mother’s hand was wrapped around.
With those envious thoughts running rampant in his brain, when she started stroking it, Elliott couldn’t contain himself any longer. He felt dizzy with excitement as he reached into his sweatpants and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He’d barely stroked it two or three times before he felt himself going off, spraying his load all over the inside of his pants. His eyes were riveted to his mother’s stroking hand and the look of pure rapture on her face as she pumped Jamal’s huge cock, Elliott’s own hand stroking rapidly back and forth within the confines of his sweats.
Elliott slumped against the wall as he finished, but he still kept looking at his mother’s hand on Jamal’s cock, the black boy’s rod dripping gooey cock-sap all over the table at this point. He looked back at his mother’s face, noticing the hungry look in her blue eyes as she gazed over the huge mess of cum on her table, her tongue once more circling her lips provocatively. Elliott was shocked to notice that his own prick hadn’t gone down one little bit. He was still rock-hard! He’d already come three times tonight, and yet his pecker was as rigid as it had ever been. He looked back at the lurid spectacle taking place in the dining room below him, and he couldn’t help it as his eyes went right to Jamal’s throbbing horse-cock, eagerly watching his mother as she jerked it off.
Elliott was awash with shame but couldn’t stop himself from watching his mother enthusiastically stroke the thick ebony wand back and forth. Elliott could see that her eyes were glazed over with desire, her face glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration. He slid his hand back into his sweatpants and started stroking his rigid dick, eagerly watching the lewd scene below. When Jamal started to shoot, Elliott watched the long white ropes launched out over the table, his bully’s massive load overwhelming the mess already left by his two friends.