As soon as Jamal started shooting, Elliott looked at his mother’s face, seeing her eyes open wide and her mouth gape open as she watched the young black man paste her table with a massive load of milky teenage cum. That look of pure rapture on his mother’s face hit Elliott right in the groin. He felt the semen speed up the shaft of his own throbbing prick. He leaned against the wall as he started to go off in his pants again, his eyes watching the tip of Jamal’s magnificent cock yawn open as the black boy continued to ejaculate, absolutely flooding the table with glistening cum, his mother looking at her spunk-covered table hungrily.
Totally spent, Elliott had sat there as he slowly regained his breath, watching the boys kiss and grope his mother before they left. He was then shocked to see her lurid display as she’d sucked and lapped up every drop of their cum, getting herself off at the same time. When she’d finished and sat back, Elliott returned to his room, ridden with guilt and trying to make sense of everything he’d seen.
Quietly closing the door behind him, he pulled off his sweatpants. “Oh fuck,” he said to himself as he looked at the mess on the inside of his pants, the two loads clinging lewdly to the black material. He had his own en-suite bathroom in his room and cleaned himself up, and then donned a pair of old boxers that he wore to sleep in. Sitting in front of his computer, he replayed everything he’d seen in the encounter between his busty mother and his bullies, especially remembering the looks of blissful rapture on his mother’s face. He’d seen how excited she’d gotten, how she’d not even noticed as her robe slipped further and further open, her perfect breasts looking amazing in her sexy green nighty.
Elliott subconsciously started to move his computer mouse, pulling up Photoshopped pics he had of his mother in sexy sleepwear like that. It wasn’t long until he pumped out another load, dropping this one into the cups of her bra as well. He cleaned himself up once more and got into bed, hoping that sleep would take his mind off the things that had happened.
He slept restlessly all night, his brain working overtime with illicit thoughts of his mother, what the bullies had done to her-and more than that-what they might do to her next. He woke out of his fitful sleep twice during the night with a hard-on, his teenage cock in need of relief. He jerked off each time, and then again with his usual morning boner, the soft morning light filtering in dreamily around his curtains as he pumped a load high into the air, thinking about shooting HIS load onto the dining room table for his mother to lick up.
*
Elliott showered and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt before going downstairs, wondering how his mother would be this morning. As he came down the stairs, the distinctive scent of frying bacon drifted his way, making him realize how hungry he was. His mother came out from behind the fridge door with a carton of eggs in one hand and a bottle of orange juice in the other.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” his mother said, setting her handfuls of stuff on the counter. “How are you doing today, sweetie?”
Elliott had wondered if his mother would be showing signs of guilt and remorse over what she’d done, but the way she looked right now, it was clear that there were no thoughts like that going on inside that pretty head of hers. She looked lively and vivacious as she faced him across the granite-topped island in the kitchen. He could see that she’d already showered and dressed for the day, her blonde hair pulled back in a loose bun, with a few stray tendrils licking teasingly at her neck. And she was already wearing makeup, which was unusual for this early in the morning, especially a Saturday morning.
But it was her mode of attire that immediately caught Elliott’s eye. She was wearing something new that he’d never seen before. It was a sundress in brilliant yellow, the color of which seemed to bring out the honey-blonde highlights in her hair. It fit snugly on the upper part of her body, before flaring out playfully over her wide hips, the ruffled hem ending quite high on her thighs. Her legs were bare, showing off her nice tan. On her feet she wore strappy yellow sandals, with a flat sole. The shoes looked perfect with the summery dress-somewhat fancy, but suitable for a casual day in the sun.
As usual with his mother, Elliott found his eyes focussing on the bodice of the dress. The material up top was made of some kind of stretchy fabric, which hugged her torso, and her giant tits, alluringly. Two straps went over her shoulders, leaving her arms and shoulders bare, her skin nicely tanned like her legs. The front had a deeply-scooped rounded neckline. Elliott almost licked his lips as he took in the impressive upper swells of his mother’s breasts and the dark teasing line of cleavage that disappeared down between her massive guns. Through the bright yellow fabric, he could make out the lines of her bra. He knew from some of his past jacking sessions that the bra was yellow as well, a gorgeous soft corn-silk yellow with intricate lace covering nearly the entire surface of each big cup. Like all of her bras, it was heavily reinforced with wire, which was necessary to carry the heavy load that was required by the sexy garment. He would have bet anything that she was wearing the matching pair of silky yellow panties that he knew she’d bought as a set with the bra. He’d painted the pronounced cups of that bra with his semen a number of times previously, usually while he’d had the matching panties in his mouth, his lips and tongue working to draw out his mother’s precious juices.
Elliott looked closely at his mother’s tits in the supportive bra. It looked to him like more of her soft tit flesh was being pushed up than before. Had his mother gained a little weight up top? It could be. He didn’t seem to remember that much flesh being squeezed into that sexy bra before. Whatever it was, it looked damn good.
“Elliott? Are you all right, dear? I asked how you are and you just seem to be standing there daydreaming?”
His mother’s words broke Elliott out of his stupor. “Sorry, Mom,” he said as he came around the counter and poured himself a glass of juice. “I’m okay. Just a little slow waking up, I guess.”
“Well, I’m making scrambled eggs and bacon, and I just poured you a cup of coffee. That should wake you up. Now, you’re in charge of toast. The rest of the stuff is almost ready, so you better hop to it, buddy-boy.” She gave him a big smile and ruffled his hair playfully before turning back to the stove.
Elliott couldn’t believe how bright and carefree his mother was acting. Her voice was as cheery as her yellow dress. Had last night really happened, or had he just been dreaming? He gave his head a shake to try and clear his thoughts. He slid some bread into the toaster and then looked over at his mother from the side, noticing the way the skirt part of her dress flared out over her curvy bum. He pictured flipping the back of the dress up and slipping his cock into her from behind, right there as she stood at the stove. He knew THAT image he was picturing was definitely a dream.
“So why are you all dressed up this early on a Saturday morning?” Elliott asked as he started buttering the toast while his mother divied up the food onto their plates.
“Oh, I guess you’ve never seen this dress before, have you?” Tanya replied as she set the plates down on the table. She looked down at what she was wearing, her slender fingers running down over her trim waist and then out over her wide hips. “It is fairly new, and I don’t think I’ve worn it before. Do you like it?” She did a twirl, the flounced skirt flying up playfully, showing more of her full creamy thighs.
Elliott gulped as he brought the plate with the toast to the table, his eyes feasting on his mother’s lush sexy body. He took in as much as he could, his gaze relishing every pronounced mound and inviting valley of her voluptuous form. “Uh… it… it looks great,” he stammered out. “I’m just not used to you being dressed up this early in the morning.”
“Well,” his mother replied, checking her watch. “I know the boys said they were coming over for a swim sometime today, and I just wanted to be ready in case they came over early. I didn’t think it would be appropriate if they showed up and I was still in my bathrobe.”
“Like you were last night when they came over and you jerked them all off? And then acted like a slut and licked up every drop of their cum?” Elliott thought to himself, guiltily knowing he’d love to see a repeat performance of that lurid event. But instead of saying what he was really thinking, he simply asked, “And you think that dress is appropriate for when those bullies show up?”