Jamal helped Tanya to her feet, where she demurely slipped her bra and the top of her dress back into place. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Jamal said to his buddies as he took her hand and turned towards the house.
“Jamal, what the fuck?” Gunner said, rising out of his chair.
Jamal stopped in his tracks and faced his friend. “What?”
“What the fuck are you doing? We always do this together.” Gunner nodded at Tanya before pointing to himself and Zeke, who had the same puzzled look on his face.
Jamal simply shook his head. “You idiots. Look, do you trust me, or what?” He pointed an accusatory finger at Gunner.
“Well, yeah, of course.”
“I said I’d be back in a few minutes. Do you think I’m gonna take her upstairs and be finished fucking this fine thing in just ‘a few minutes’? Get serious.”
“Uh, well, no.” Gunner was still half out of his chair, but had a sheepish look on his face now.
“Then just sit your sorry white ass down, and I’ll be back,” Jamal paused before emphasizing his final words, “in a few minutes.”
Resigning himself to Jamal’s word as their unspoken leader, Gunner relaxed back into his seat. The look on his face showed that he still wasn’t convinced.
“Don’t worry about it, man,” Zeke said as Jamal and Tanya disappeared into the house. “Has The Man ever done us wrong?”
“No.” Gunner’s answer didn’t come out reeking of confidence.
“Relax, man. He said he’d be right back. Just take it easy, and we’ll be tapping that gorgeous MILF in no time. And hey,” Zeke tapped his friend on the arm playfully, “I bet I’ll be dumping more loads into her today than you.”
“No way, asshole. I’m always good for at least one more than you.”
Zeke turned to Elliott, ignoring Gunner’s comment. “Hey Smallcox, you don’t mind that we’re going to be fucking your mom, do ya?”
Elliott was taken aback by the direct question, and sat there dumbfounded as the two bullies looked at him, smirks on their faces. “Well, I uh… I…”
“Don’t worry about it, man,” Zeke continued as Elliott sat there stumbling over his words. “With Jamal running things, you’ll get your fair share of that pussy of hers, not to mention that hot fucking mouth. Man, can your mother ever suck cock.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever had anybody who loves sucking a cock like that,” Gunner added. “Your mom is so hungry for it. It’s like she wants to drain every last drop of cum out of your balls. And that mouth of hers is just so fucking hot. And like Zeke just said, you’ll get your turn, after we’ve had ours, of course.” Gunner had a stern look on his face when he finished speaking, and Elliott could tell the blonde boy was expecting some kind of response from him.
“Uh… sure… okay. I… I guess that’s okay,” he finally mumbled out.
“You guess?” Again, the harsh look on Gunner’s face was enough to set Elliott’s teeth in edge.
“No, I mean yes, that’s fine.” The awkward words tumbled out of Elliott’s mouth.
“What’s fine? I want to hear you say it.”
Elliott felt himself flushing as the two boys stared at him. He knew he’d been put on the spot, and he also knew there was no one there to bail him out of the predicament he was in. He forced himself to take a deep breath in order to get up the courage to respond. “It… it’s fine that you’re going to be fucking my mother.”
“And what else?” Gunner had a grim look on his face, although he nodded at Elliott’s initial response.
“And… and that you’re going to be using her mouth.”
“When? When are we going to be using her mouth?”
Elliott paused for a second, hoping he’d give the answer they wanted to hear. “Uh… whenever you want?”
Gunner nodded his approval as he and Zeke shared a smile. “That’s right, Smallcox, we’ll be using that hot, wet mouth and sweet pussy of your mom’s whenever, and wherever, we want. And like we did earlier, we’re gonna let you clean all of that cum off your mom for us. Are you gonna be happy with that, Smallcox? Are you gonna be happy being our ‘Clean-up Boy’?”
Elliott felt himself turning crimson under the steely gaze of Gunner and Zeke.
“What’s goin’ on?”
They all turned as Jamal walked up to the table, his eyes going from Elliott’s flushed face to his two friends.
“Where is she? Where’s the MILF? What’s going on?” Gunner motioned towards the house as he faced Jamal, clearly agitated.
“Don’t worry. I just helped her pick out something nice to wear for us. She’ll be ready in a few minutes.” Gunner calmed down after hearing what Jamal had to say. “So what were you assholes talking about when I walked up just now?”
“We were just talking to Smallcox here,” Gunner continued, “about the way things are going to be with us and his mom from now on. How we’re going to be filling her with cum each and every day. Just as you walked up I was asking him how he felt about being our Clean-Up Boy.”
“Oh yeah,” Jamal said, turning to Elliott with a lecherous smile on his face. “That sounds like a good way of putting it. What do you think, Kid, are you ready to do some serious cleaning? The stuff’s gonna be leaking out of your mom all the time from now on, and we’re gonna need you to take care of that for us.”
“I… I…” Elliott stammered.
“Just think of all that sweet pussy juice you’re gonna get to lap up at the same time. And that’s really what you want, isn’t it?”
Elliott thought about the wet panties still in his pocket, and knew Jamal could read him like a book. Elliott sat their stock still, the guilt of what he was thinking written all over his face.
“I want to hear him say it,” Gunner said.
Jamal turned to Elliott, who still sat there, red-faced. “You heard the man, Kid. What do you have to say? Are you ready to be our Clean-up Boy?”
Elliott realized he wasn’t getting any help out his predicament from Jamal. The grim look on his face was just as foreboding as the one on Gunner’s. Bucking up his courage, he finally responded. “Yes… uh, yes sir.”
“Yes sir, what? What are you going to be? Say it, Kid.”
“I’m going to be… I’m going to be your Clean-up Boy.”
“That’s the way. That’s what we wanted to hear. And trust me, we’re gonna keep you busy.” Jamal paused as he looked at a red-faced Elliott. “Do you still have those panties of your mother’s I gave you?”
“Yes sir.”
“Let me see them.” Elliott slowly withdrew the damp panties out of his pocket. “Sniff ’em,” Jamal commanded.
Elliott did as he was asked, holding the sexy panties to his face and breathing deeply, the alluring scent of his mother’s fragrant pussy juice firing his young senses, sending a jolt of arousal right to his midsection.
“The little fucker really gets turned on smelling his mother’s cunt, doesn’t he?” Gunner smiled knowingly as he spoke to his two friends.
“Fuckin’ right he does,” Jamal said, watching Elliott inhale deeply as he rubbed the soggy panties over his face. “Can you blame him?”
“Fuck no,” Zeke said. “If I had a mother that looked like that I’d be jackin’ off into her laundry basket every day.”
Jamal smiled at his friend before turning back to Elliott. “Suck on ’em, Smallcox. Suck on those panties. Get that sweet cunt-honey you love so much.”
Elliott brought the damp panties to his face, his lust for his mother’s succulent cunt overpowering his sense of decency. He turned the panties inside out and stuck the soggy lining into his mouth, his taste buds coming alive as her tasted her distinctive womanly nectar. Even with the boys watching, he was unable to stop the warm moan of pleasure that emanated from deep in his throat, “Mmmm…”
“That’s the way, Kid. Suck on those pretty little panties. Suck that cunt-juice right out of there.” Jamal’s words registered in Elliott’s brain, but it didn’t make any difference-he had no intention of stopping what he was doing. Overcome with excitement, he closed his lips around the wad of material in his mouth and sucked hard, the tiny droplets of her tasty discharge seeping out onto his waiting tongue.
“Jesus, he loves that shit,” Zeke said. “Just listen to him sucking that cooze-juice out of there.”
“Well, he’s gonna get a lot of opportunity to satisfy that craving from now on, and not just from licking her panties-he’s gonna get it straight from the source.” Jamal turned to share a smile with his buddies. “C’mon, let’s go inside. She should be ready for us.”