“Yes, with some Red Bull around,” Jamal said as he nodded towards her, “and with your help,” he paused as he blatantly reached over and ran his hand along Tanya’s bare thigh, “we’ll be able to keep going for hours on end-study, that is-even if things get really hard.”
Tanya flushed at his words, her eyes moving to his hand, which was now stroking the inside of her thigh.
“Zeke, pass me those chips, would ya? Man, this food looks good.” Jamal changed the topic of conversation, much to Tanya’s relief, but his hand stayed where it was, his long black fingers caressing the smooth skin of her inner thigh just slightly above her knee.
As they started eating, the three boys talked about people that neither Tanya nor Elliott knew, and didn’t seem to care that they were excluding them from their conversation. Elliott and Tanya sat quietly and ate, while all the time, Jamal kept his hand on Tanya’s leg, stroking teasingly back and forth.
Towards the end of the meal, Elliott noticed Jamal shift his chair a bit closer to his mother’s, and then, with the arms of the two chairs almost touching, he returned his big black hand to her leg. He kept talking to his friends, and Elliott turned his attention back to his food, spearing one of the few remaining pieces of pasta with his fork and shovelling it into his mouth.
“Aahh…”
Elliott turned as his mother gave a sharp intake of breath. She was sitting stock still, her eyes looking down, her face flushed. Elliott followed her gaze and, through the glass-topped table, he could see that Jamal’s big mitt was now beneath her dress, hidden beneath the bright yellow fabric. Elliott saw Jamal’s hand move higher, getting closer to his mother’s pussy.
“Unhh…”
His mother gave another little gasp, and this time Elliott saw the bump of Jamal’s hand move beneath the shifting fabric, right dead center between his mother’s thighs. As Jamal kept talking to his friends, Elliott looked up at Gunner and Zeke, who he saw were looking through the glass table as well, devious smiles on their faces.
“Open those up for me there, sweetheart,” Jamal said, as if he was asking her to pass the salt.
“Huh? What?” Tanya replied, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead.
“Your legs. Open your legs for me.” As Tanya sat there dumbfounded, Jamal reached beneath the table with his left hand to her knee, keeping his other hand centered on her cunt. He looked past her to Elliott. “Elliott, give me a hand here. It looks like your mother is still getting used to the way things are gonna work around here from now on. Take her knee and you and I will open her up.”
Elliott looked his mother in the eye as she turned to face him. He looked deep into those ocean-blue eyes and saw the longing in them, the willingness in them to do whatever Jamal wanted of her. She didn’t need to nod or say anything. Elliott knew she wanted him to do as he’d been told. He reached down beneath the table and closed his hand over her right knee, her bare skin feeling electric beneath his fingers. He moved his hand, pulling her leg in his direction. He could feel only minimal resistance, and the fact that his mother was agreeing with what was being done to her caused a jolt of arousal to shoot through him. He could see that Jamal was pulling her other leg as well, the opening between her thighs growing as the skirt part of her yellow dress rose higher and higher. Soon both boys had her legs pulled open until they pressed against their own legs, her legs open in a big ‘V’ facing directly towards Gunner and Zeke across the table. Elliott released his grip on his mother’s knee but left his hand in place. He shivered as she made no attempt to close her legs.
“That’s good, Elliott. Hold her dress up out of the way for me,” Jamal said. “I want to make sure the boys here have a nice view.”
It struck Elliott as perversely strange that Jamal was talking about his mother as if she wasn’t there, as if she was just some piece of meat to do with as he pleased, with no choice or say in what was going to be done to her. But Elliott also found it wickedly exciting.
While Elliott gathered up the material of his mother’s dress on his side, Jamal did the same, pushing it almost up to her waist. With a nod from Jamal, Elliott reached further across his mother’s midsection and held the gathered fabric in a knot in his hand, holding it against her flat stomach, just above the slim waistband of her panties.
“Well, look at that,” Jamal said a she slowly brushed his black hand over her lower abdomen. “Aren’t those just the cutest panties you’ve ever seen?”
As Elliott had expected, they were the tiny corn-silk yellow panties that matched the bra she was wearing. The waistband was a slim ribbon that fit low on her hips, with the front panel of her panties barely covering her lush mound. With the panties being so small, it was easy to see that she was cleanly shaven. But the thing that Elliott saw clearly-and he could see Gunner and Zeke taking notice as well-was the fact the her panties were so wet in the front as to be almost transparent. Her labia could clearly be seen through the sodden material, the tantalizing line of her seeping gash a dark shadow between those fleshy petals.
“Fuck me, look at that-she’s soaked,” Zeke said, leaning forward for a better view through the glass table.
“Yes, she is, isn’t she?” Jamal replied, a lecherous grin on his face as he ran his fingers slowly up her thigh before toying with the leg opening of her panties. He traced his index finger all the way up the angled edge of her panties until he hit her waistband, and then his fingertip moved across her flat stomach.
Holding her bunched-up skirt against her midsection, Elliott could feel her stomach do a flip as Jamal’s finger traced teasingly along her waistband. Elliott looked up at his mother’s face. She was looking down into her lap as if in a trance, watching what was happening to her, just like the boys across from her. Her mouth was open and she was breathing in ragged little gasps, which was making her massive breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath. But she continued to sit there with her legs widely-spread, letting Jamal have his way with her.
Elliott’s attention was drawn back to her lap as Jamal continued the exploration with his fingertip, following the line of the leg opening down on the other side of her seeping little box until it disappeared beneath her. He then took his middle finger and placed it right in the middle of her fleshy mound. He pushed inward slightly, the material slipping between the lips of her overheated pussy. He drew his finger slowly up, following the line of that inviting crevice, until he hit the prominent nodule of her clit.
“Aaahh…”
All the boys looked at her as Tanya gave a little gasp, but never looked up, her eyes focussed on Jamal’s big black hand, his finger now drawing a slow circle around that fiery button of pleasure.
“Aahh… aahh…”
She gasped again as Jamal toyed with her clit for a few seconds longer. Her panties seemed to get even wetter, the dampness shimmering in the subdued light as more of her discharge flowed through the soaked fabric.
As Elliott held her skirt up out of the way, Jamal slowly drew his whole hand upwards, pressing his palm against her flat stomach. Elliott felt the muscles in stomach quivering beneath the young black man’s touch, and then he watched as Jamal inserted his fingertips beneath the waistband of her panties and slid his hand right down inside.
“Oh yeah, she’s a wet one, all right,” Jamal said as he looked up at his two friends. “Fuck, man, this is like sticking your hand in a bowl full of melted butter.”
Jamal’s hand was cupped right over Tanya’s mound and, as Elliott looked down, he saw Jamal start to manipulate his fingers. It looked to Elliott like a small animal burrowing around inside his mother’s panties. Not only was it bizarrely erotic to see, but the lewd wet sound emanating from between her legs was wickedly thrilling.
“Oh my God,” Tanya let out a low groan as Jamal started to work her over.
“So, as I was saying, I’ve got no idea what Chet is gonna do with that car,” Jamal said as he looked up at his friends, carrying on a topic of conversation that they’d started in on earlier, one that Tanya and Elliott knew nothing about. The three boys kept talking, their eyes occasionally flicking down to the lewd spectacle taking place beneath the glass table as Jamal kept fingering her. The sticky squelching sounds coming from her dripping cunt could clearly be heard as Jamal’s fingers moved more forcefully now.
“Oh… I… I… OH GODDDDDDDD…” Tanya moaned as she started to come just a few minutes later. Her feet shot out straight as the muscles on the insides of her thighs quivered like a plucked bowstring. She gripped the arms of her chair tightly, white-knuckling it as the intense sensations shot through her.
“Aaahhh… aaahhh…” She gasped as Jamal kept working over her sloshy box with his hand and fingers. She was coming so hard that she almost seemed on the point of convulsions, her body gyrating and spasming in paroxysms of ecstasy.
Elliott stared, breathless, as he watched his mother climax. His hand was pressed up against her stomach as he held her skirt up out of the way, allowing Jamal to finger her unhindered. He could feel her stomach muscles tensing and flexing as the luxurious sensations of a toe-curling release shot through her. His cock was hard as a rock as he looked at her strikingly beautiful face, now glistening under a fine sheen of perspiration, her eyes half-closed in blissful pleasure, her mouth open as she raggedly gasped for air. Jamal kept his fingers busy in her gushing cunt, and within another minute or so he brought her to a second climax, her squeals and moans of pleasure filling the air.