“You’d better answer it.” Elliott noticed the quick look of excitement in his mother’s eyes as she nodded towards the phone. “When you answer it, put it on speaker.”
Elliott hit the button as he answered. “Hello.”
“Smallcox, how are things going over there?” Jamal’s voice came clearly through the phone to both of them. There was some background noise, which to Elliott sounded like they might be driving.
“Uh, everything’s okay.”
“Is your mother still up?”
Elliott met his mother’s eyes, and she gave him a quick nod as she brought her hand down between her spread legs, her red-tipped fingernail toying lewdly near the top of her glistening slit. “Uh, yes, she’s still up. We’re just uh, we’re just sitting here talking.”
“Good. We’re going to stop by for a couple of minutes.”
“WHAT?” Shocked, Elliott gasped out his response.
“I said we’re going to stop by. Do you have a problem with that, Smallcox?” The stern tone in Jamal’s voice let Elliott know that the young black man had picked up on his concern.
“Uh, no. It’s just that she’s… she’s still kind of sore from what happened earlier.”
“Don’t worry about that, we’re not going to fuck her. And like I said, we’re only going to be a few minutes, but let her know here’s what I expect.”
“What?” Elliott looked up at his mother, who slid her legs off the arms of the chair and sat forward, listening closely to what Jamal was about to say.
“Here’s what I want to see when we get there. I want her hair pulled back, fresh lipstick on, have her put on something sexy, and I want her on her knees in the bedroom. You got it?”
As Elliott looked up questioningly, his mother nodded, her eyes sparking as a suppressed smile came over her face. “Uh, okay, I’ll let her know what you said.”
“Good. We’re about ten minutes away.” And with that, Jamal was gone.
“Did you hear that tone in his voice?” Tanya said as she stood up and pulled her robe around her. “I think it’s best if we do as he says. I don’t want him getting angry with you. Now, while I get ready, can you clear up these dishes, sweetheart?”
“Uh, sure, Mom,” Elliott replied, noticing his mother looked a little more eager about the arrival of the bullies than he was. Holding her robe closed, his mother scurried up the stairs, leaving Elliott feeling lost when he thought about that gorgeous pussy he’d been just about to start worshipping. He was hoping after the bullies were done, she’d remember where they’d left off.
He got up from the table and cleared away the dishes, rinsing them off before stuffing them into the dishwasher. He’d just finished washing out the pot he’d heated the stew in when the doorbell rang. Elliott dried his hands on a tea towel as he made his way to the front door. He barely had the door open an inch before the boys strode through, laughing and talking amongst themselves. Once again, Elliott was both impressed, and afraid, by the confident swagger with which each of them carried themselves. They each looked like they were on top of the world without a care, something he knew he’d never be able to replicate. No, it just wasn’t in his makeup to have the kind of self-assured strut that these boys had.
“So, how’s your mom doing?” Jamal said as he stopped in the kitchen and turned to him.
“Uh, she’s okay. A little sore, I think, but she’s all right.”
“Good. See, Smallcox, we told you your mom had a body made for big cocks. She took all three of us like a champ.”
“Yeah, over and over,” Zeke added.
Gunner poked Zeke playfully on the arm before adding his own comment. “Yeah, the way that hungry pussy of hers was working my cock, I thought she was gonna snap the fuckin’ thing right off.” All three of the boys chuckled.
“Is she upstairs and ready like I asked?” Jamal gestured over his shoulder to the curving stair behind him.
“Uh, I’m not sure. She went up to get ready right after you called, so she might be by now.”
Jamal nodded, a sinister smile turning up to corners of his mouth. He turned to his two friends. “All right. Let’s go take a look, boys. I can feel this load comin’ on already. Time to do some dumpin’.”
Not sure what was expected of him, Elliott stood in place and watched them start up the stairs. They’d only gone up a couple of steps before Jamal looked over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for, Smelliott. Get your puny white ass up here and watch. This is another part of those life lessons we’re giving you in return for that tutoring you’re going to give us.”
Elliott was happy to be included, even as an observer. So, willing to do anything Jamal told him to do, he stepped forward and trailed obediently behind as the boys made their way upstairs. He watched as Jamal opened the pair of doors of his mother’s bedroom and strode right in, as if he owned the place. He could see that both of the bedside table lamps were on, bathing the room in warm golden light. Looking through the tall muscular bodies of the three boys in front of him, Elliott spotted his mother, kneeling on a pillow at the foot of the bed. The first thing he noticed was what she was wearing. Her curvy body was clad in a brilliant white satin chemise, the white so shiny that it looked like flowing silver. It was trimmed with delicate black lace at the bra cups, the top edge of the bodice portion, and along the bottom of the hem, which Elliott noticed ended high on her thighs, with a teasing slit rising higher on her right thigh. Her tanned legs were bare beneath the daringly-high hem of the chemise, and his gaze followed the sensuous line of her kneeling form to her feet, which were clad in white high-heeled slingbacks.
As if pulled in by magnets, his eyes were instinctively drawn back to her sumptuous chest. Shiny, black, slender ribbon-like straps ran from the top of the lace-trimmed bra cups over her shoulders, the straps stretched so taut they were pulled partially away from her body as they ran down her chest. The chemise fit tightly to her huge tits, the shadows from her big nipples showing how stiff they were. The triangles of fabric covering those massive orbs contained her voluminous breasts spectacularly, emphasizing her deep dark cleavage at the same time as they fought to support the substantial weight of her guns.
The glaringly- white chemise followed the contours of her hourglass figure enticingly, the shiny fabric flaring out over her wide hips before ending at that provocative lace-trimmed hem, with that teasingly sexy slit over one thigh. Elliott found himself licking his lips as he stared at the sexy garment.
His mother turned to look at them as the boys approached, and as Gunner and Zeke stepped to the side, he was able to see her pretty face. As requested by Jamal, her honey-blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, the shimmering locks secured with a flouncy white scrunchie at the back of her head. Her lips had a full coating of the new wet-look lipstick, the shiny red gloss reflecting the light provocatively. Her pouty lips were so bright and so vividly red that Elliott knew the boys couldn’t help but look at them and think about burying their cocks between those sexy pillows. He noticed she’d even had time to quickly brush on some eye shadow, which made her compelling blue eyes look even more sultry and alluring. Elliott felt himself getting hard as he looked at the whole gorgeous package his mother had become, especially knowing from the way Jamal had wanted her that they’d be fucking that shiny red mouth of hers soon.
“Nice, you’ve done just as I’ve asked, Tanya. That’s what I’m expecting of you from now on,” Jamal said as he stood in front of her. His hands went to his midsection as he opened his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his dick, the long ebony snake already half-hard and on the rise.
Elliott looked over to see Gunner and Zeke do the same. All three had lecherous grins on their faces as they stroked their stiffening cocks and stepped closer to his mother.
“Open up, sweetheart,” Jamal said as he waved that deadly black wand in front of Tanya’s face.
Elliott saw his mother’s eyes rapturously fixate on the enormous cock as Jamal brought it closer, the bloated purple head glistening nastily, and then he saw her flinch as a questioning look came over her face. Jamal noticed it too.
“You’re wondering what that smell is?” Tanya nodded with her eyes, clearly confused. “Yeah, you know that’s not you you’re smelling on my dick, don’t ya? Well, you’re right. That’s Mrs. Tremblay.” Jamal paused as he looked over at the other two boys, who grinned back at him.
Elliott’s eyes opened wide, realizing they were talking about their history teacher who they’d alluded to earlier. Something they had said indicated that they’d fucked her at some point too.
“Yeah, she texted me when we were here earlier,” Jamal continued as he stepped closer, drawing his sticky prick back and forth across Tanya’s face. Her wet lips were parted and her eyes were glassy as he rubbed the glans all over the smooth skin of her face. “She said her husband was going out for his monthly poker night, so, we decided to go over and poke her for a while.” Gunner and Zeke chuckled. “So we each took turns fucking her, but we wanted our last loads of the night to go deep into that belly of yours.”