Elliott saw Jamal look up at him and smile as his mother enthusiastically continued her work, getting every stray drop of the young black man’s semen, and her own spit, inside her. It looked to Elliott like she’d be happy to stay there all day, but after a minute or two, Jamal pushed her head back. He smiled down at her, and Elliott saw the look on her face. He knew that look. It was the same one he’d had on his face many times when he’d looked at his mother for her approval, and she’d given it. Those feelings had warmed his heart, knowing he’d made her happy and proud. And after sucking off Jamal, his mother had that same look on her face when Jamal smiled down at her. Elliott shuddered as he looked at his mother’s face, seeing how happy she was to be so subservient to Jamal. But he found himself wracked with guilt as well-guilt because he found it just as exciting as he found it disturbing.
His thoughts were broken as he saw Jamal turn and say something to Gunner and Zeke, his words still inaudible over the sounds of the hot tub. The two boys nodded and stepped into the hot tub, walking over to the middle. Elliott was shocked to see Jamal nod to Gunner and pass him his mother’s head, backing away as Gunner took her head in his hands. Gunner stepped forward as Jamal moved back. The blonde boy was quick to plug his rigid prick into the woman’s mouth. Elliott saw her eagerly accept the second cock, her mouth moving down the stiff shaft with no hesitation.
Gunner worked her mouth up and down for a couple of minutes and then passed her over to Zeke, who’d been standing next to him and leisurely stroking his own hard cock. They kept this up for a little while, passing her back and forth, gobs of saliva hanging off each of their thrusting rods.
Elliott was mesmerized as he watched, his cock stiffening up again already as he watched the lurid scene taking place below him. He was too spellbound by the two boys taking turns fucking his mother’s face to even notice that Jamal had climbed out of the hot tub and sauntered into the house. Gunner had her head back in his hands now, rolling his hips as he fed his surging phallus deep into her mouth, his fingers entwined in her blonde locks. He passed her back to Zeke, who plugged his dripping cock right back into that willing receptacle, his mother’s face glistening with saliva and precum.
Elliott’s hand subconsciously went back to his cock, his fingers circling his rising pecker. He pumped back and forth, mesmerized by what the boys were doing to his mother.
“Well, Kid, I guess you like what you see.”
Elliott spun around. He hadn’t heard the door of his room open, but Jamal was standing just behind him, his massive cock hanging out before him like a club. The tall young black man had caught Elliott unawares, and Elliott was dumbstruck, unable to speak, standing there with his pants off, his hand wrapped around his hard cock.
Jamal looked down at what he was doing, and then up into Elliott’s eyes as he nodded towards the window. “I bet you wish it was your cock your mother had her lips wrapped around, don’t you?” Jamal hefted his long black prick and brandished it in Elliott’s direction, shiny traces of his mother’s saliva shining on the surface of the ebony shaft. Elliott flushed, giving Jamal the answer to his question. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. But I don’t blame you at all. Your mother’s one hot-looking woman, and that mouth… fuck, that’s the best blowjob I’ve had in a long time.” Jamal paused as he hefted his heavy dick, as if presenting it to Elliott for inspection. “With just a little training, your mom’ll be taking this whole thing down her throat in no time.”
Elliott couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped his lips. The thought of his mother taking that enormous black cock down her throat was unimaginable. But the electrifying jolt of arousal that sent a pulsation of blood to his young prick was evidence of how wickedly exciting he thought the idea of that was at the same time.
Jamal smirked as he noticed the twitch in Elliott’s pecker at the same time a guilty look came over the boy’s face. “Yeah, you like the idea of that, don’t you, Smallcox? You like the idea of seeing your sexy mom taking every last inch of this big black stick down her pretty little throat, don’t you. Well, she’s going to, whether you like it or not. And she’s going to take it in all three of her holes before we’re done. Yeah, all three holes, from all three of us. We’ll keep your sweet mom so full of cum, the stuff’ll be running out of her.”
Elliott couldn’t help himself, listening to what Jamal said they were going to do to his mother had him rock-hard again. He stood there as if in a trance as he listened to his bully, his hand unknowingly stroking his throbbing erection.
Jamal could see right through the boy. Fuck, if that was his mom, he’d feel the same. How could you live in a house every day with somebody with a body and tits like that and not want to fuck her every which way but loose? And that face, and that beautiful blonde hair. Combine that with a body that was just made for fucking… fuck, the woman was absolutely gorgeous. No fucking doubt about it. And he’d picked up right from the start-although she’d tried to show how in control of everything she was-that she was submissive. Yes, a willing submissive just waiting from someone to take control and show her what that perfect body of hers was for. He’d seen it in her eyes when he’d rubbed up against her at the kitchen counter. Fuck, the little hottie had fucking come just feeling the thick log of his prick rubbing up against her ass. If she came like that, he couldn’t wait to see how she’d react when he fed every last inch of his black prick into her pussy.
He had some things in mind for this kid, too, things that he and his buddies would get a kick out of, while giving the kid his share of the thrills with his mother as well. With a woman built like that, there was definitely enough to go around. He just had a few questions for the kid first.
“Let go of that cock of yours for a minute.” Elliott’s hand stopped but he seemed reluctant to let it go. Whether he was embarrassed or just so turned on that he didn’t want to stop, Jamal didn’t care. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to get off soon enough, and I guarantee you’ll like what I have in store for you.”
Jamal nodded towards the window, and Elliott flushed again. Did that nod by Jamal indicate that he’d get a shot at his mother? “If that was the case… holy fuck!” Elliott thought to himself. He immediately removed his hand from his dick.
“Good. Now, how many times a day do you usually jerk off thinking about her?” Jamal could see Elliott hesitate, and he knew the kid was feeling guilty, but he was tired of this shit. “C’mon, Smallcox, I don’t have time for you to fuck around like this. If you want a shot at your mother, answer my fucking questions.”
There it was, Elliott thought. Jamal had put it right out in the open. He might get a shot at his mother. Just the thought of that gave him the courage he needed. “Uh, usually five or six times a day.” He answered with a shrug of his shoulders, his eyes looking away from Jamal’s as he felt his face flush.
“Five or six times? That’s pretty fucking good for a little white boy. Now, I want you to think long and hard about this next question. What would you like to do to her more than anything else? Fuck her? Have her suck you off? I imagine all of it, but what’s your favorite fantasy about her?”
Elliott really felt his face turning red now, but he knew he had to tell Jamal the truth, or he’d regret it for the rest of his life. “I uh… I really want to be able to use my… to use my mouth on her… on her, you know.”
A big smile came over Jamal’s face as he nodded. “So, you want to eat out your mother’s sweet pussy. Is that it? That’s what you think about the most?”
“Yes. Yes sir.” Elliott still found it difficult to meet Jamal’s eyes.
“Yeah, I can see you lapping at Mommy’s dripping cunt. I think that’s perfect for you. Now, what would you be willing to do if I tell you I’ll make that happen for you?”
With a look of alarm, Elliott looked down at Jamal’s monstrous cock, now hanging menacingly between his powerful thighs. It hung downwards, but well out from his body. Elliott was surprised to see that it hadn’t gone flaccid after he’d dumped his load into Elliott’s mother’s mouth. To Elliott, it still looked half-hard, as if it could be ready to go at a moment’s notice.
Jamal saw where Elliott was looking, and read the fear in the kid’s eyes. “Hey, don’t worry, we’re not going to tear open that little virgin ass of yours. But there will be some things I’ll want you to do, things I think you’ll like.”
“Uh, what kind of things?”
Jamal was starting to get pissed off. “Look, do want to stick that tongue of yours up your mother’s cunt, or what? I said I’ll want you to do some things for us, but I can guarantee that we won’t hurt you, or your mother, if you agree. And if you want a shot at that pretty little pussy of hers, you need to make that decision now.”
It took Elliott only a second or two to answer. “Yes sir. I’ll… I’ll do whatever you like.”
Jamal nodded, pleased with Elliott’s answer, and the respectful way he’d called him ‘sir’. “And I assume you’re a virgin, right?”
Elliott’s eyes dropped away, giving Jamal the answer that he’d already expected. A big smile came over Jamal’s face. “Don’t worry about that either. You won’t be for long. And it’s going to be fun for us to see that your mother’s going to be the one to bust your cherry. Now let’s go. I can promise you you’ll have a lot more fun than staying in here by yourself.”
Jamal turned and started walking towards the door. Elliott remained riveted in place, stunned by what he’d just heard, images of losing his virginity and having his own mouth glued to his mother’s pussy firing rapidly in his twisted young brain. Was it really going to happen? If he did what Jamal or the boys asked him to do, was he really going to get a chance to fuck his mother and lick her pussy? Jamal stopped at the door and turned, a stern look coming over his face. “I’m not gonna tell you again, you little fucker. Move it, or both you and your mom are gonna regret it.”
Elliott tucked his throbbing prick into his pants and followed eagerly, wondering what was going to happen next.