“It’s Jamal,” Elliott said as he picked up the phone he’d had sitting next to him on the table.
“Put him on speaker again,” his mother said, clearly keyed up as she sat forward, elbows on the table.
Elliott hit the speaker button. “Hello.”
“Smallcox, it’s me. How is everything over there?” The deep resonant timbre of Jamal’s voice came clearly through the phone.
Elliott looked over at his mother, who he thought seemed a little fired up at just hearing the young black man’s voice. “Everything’s fine here. We just finished breakfast, actually.”
“Good. That’s perfect timing then. We’ll be there in ten minutes.”
As his mother sat back, Elliott saw the confused look on her face. He knew she was thinking that however Jamal wanted her to look, it would take her longer than ten minutes to do her hair, do her makeup, let alone get dressed. “Uh, ten minutes? I don’t know if we’ll be ready,” Elliott responded. His mother seemed to like what he said because she nodded in agreement.
“Naw, it’s only gonna take us ten minutes to get there from where we are now. But listen, I just want your mother in that white robe of hers.”
Elliott and his mother both looked down at her robe, both of them surprised by Jamal’s request. “Uh, just her robe? Is that what you said?”
“Yeah, just her robe. That’s it. No makeup, no lipstick, no shoes. She can put her hair up or leave it down. It doesn’t matter.”
Elliott read the perplexed expression in his mother’s eyes. “Uh, okay.”
“All right then. Nine minutes now.” And with that, Jamal hung up.
“I wonder what they want,” Tanya said, clearly confused. She’d been ready to put on some lingerie and high heels, or at least a sexy bikini. But here was Jamal saying he wanted her in nothing but the robe, and he clearly said no lipstick as well. And yet yesterday he’d said he expected to see her in that bright red lipstick every time they came over. Her heart kind of did a flip, wondering if they were done with her already. Maybe they were throwing her over for that Mrs. Tremblay woman, that teacher of theirs they were fucking.
“I don’t know, but it is kind of surprising, especially after all those things he said yesterday about how he wanted you to look and dress. Just the robe? I don’t get it.”
“Well, there’s no point worrying about it,” Tanya said, although she clearly was worried. She felt like she’d barely gotten a taste of their big cocks, big hard teenage cocks, one of them deliciously black. Were they really going to take them away from her? She shook her head, trying to get the disturbing thoughts out of her head. “Let’s clear this stuff away. They’ll be here soon.”
The two of them set about putting the dishes in the dishwasher and the other food back in the fridge. Elliott turned off the coffee pot just as the doorbell rang. Tanya looked up at her son, nervous.
“Maybe you should answer the door, Elliott. I’ll… I’ll just wait here.”
“Okay, Mom.” Elliott made his way to the front door. He glanced back and watched as his mother smoothed back her hair and straightened out her robe as she stood next to the dining table, clearly worried.
As soon as Elliott opened the door, Jamal strode past him in a rush, Gunner and Zeke right behind him. As Elliott closed the door, all three boys stopped in the entryway and kicked off their running shoes. All three were wearing baggy athletic shorts, slung low on their hips with fitted boxers showing. Jamal had his white t-shirt already in his hand, his impressive muscular torso glistening with perspiration. His face was covered in sweat too, as were his legs. Elliott looked at the other two boys and saw that they were the same, their t-shirts stained and damp. Obviously they’d been doing some sort of exercise. Either that, or they’d run over.
“Where’s your mother?” Jamal asked, barely glancing at Elliott.
“She’s uh… she’s in the kitchen,” Elliott replied as he pointed down the hallway.
“Good,” Jamal said as he turned and spoke to Zeke. “Make sure you bring that.” Elliott hadn’t noticed the big gym bag that Zeke had been carrying when they came through the door. The wiry boy had set it down while he’d taken off his shoes. He picked it up and followed after his two pals, Elliott bringing up the rear.
“Well, well, if it isn’t our favorite MILF,” Jamal said, a broad grin on his face as he walked into the great room.
That smile alleviated Tanya’s worries somewhat, and she relaxed even more as the bare-chested young man tossed his t-shirt onto a chair and swept her up in his arms. He brought his face down to hers, giving her a deep passionate kiss. She found herself instinctively kissing him back, her tongue dancing with his.
“Hmm, something’s not quite right, woman,” Jamal said as he pulled his face away from hers, a grim expression on his face. “You’ve to learn how to greet us properly. Every time we come into this house, your hand should automatically go to our cocks. Make us feel welcome, let us know how much you want it.” He paused as Tanya guiltily nodded in agreement. “All right, let’s try that again.”
Jamal drew her into his arms again and brought his face down to hers. Her hand slid down the front of his body, until it found the long limber snake lying against one thigh beneath his clothes. She felt a shiver run down her spine as her fingers curled around the slab of meat and stroked back and forth, once more amazed at the size of it.
“That’s better,” Jamal said as he pressed his mouth to hers in another searing kiss. He pulled her closer and she felt his big hand slip inside her robe. His long fingers circled around one heavy breast, cupping and hefting it. At the same time his hand was busy groping her, her slender fingers worked their way back and forth over the front of his shorts, the heat from his huge prick coming right through the material into her stroking palm.
“Mmm,” she moaned hotly into his mouth as her hand felt that huge rod start to stiffen. And then he was gone.
She was left gasping as Jamal stepped back, his place quickly taken by Gunner.
“C’mere, blondie,” Gunner said as he wrapped her up and kissed her, his warm tongue sliding deep into her mouth. As they kissed, he too started to grope her, his fingertips tweaking one rubbery nipple into hardness. Tanya didn’t make the same mistake twice. Her hand went directly to Gunner’s groin, her fingers settling over his sizable bulge.
He drew back and Zeke took his turn, kissing her and grinding the log beneath his shorts against her hand as his own hands roamed over her chest, squeezing her heavy round tits.
When Zeke was finished and let her go, Tanya was gasping, overwhelmed by the kissing whirlwind that had just overtaken her. She realized being told by Jamal to greet them with her hand as well as her lips had her pussy dripping already. The size of those young cocks had her juices stirring within seconds. She tried to catch her breath as she pulled her robe around her, the boys having loosened it as they took turns groping her.
“Tanya, I love the nails,” Jamal said, taking notice of the new red polish she’d used at his request. Tanya instinctively looked down at her fingernails and toenails, as did the other two boys. “You’re learning fast. I like that.”
“Uh, what were you guys doing?” Elliott asked after seeing his mother was too agitated to make any kind of conversation right now.
“We were out shooting some hoops with some of our boys,” Jamal replied as he faced Elliott. “It was pretty hot out there on the court, as you can see.” Gunner pulled off his t-shirt now, his linebacker-type torso gleaming with sweat as well.
Elliott looked over at his mother, who had composed herself by now. He saw her look at the glistening bodies of the two muscular boys, that hungry look in her eyes once more. He didn’t blame her. With their impressive physiques, all three of the boys, but especially Jamal and Gunner, could have starred in one of those all-male strip shows, the Chippendales, or whatever it was they were called. And with those huge cocks of theirs, there was no doubt they would have been popular stirring drinks for the ladies.
“Yeah, so as you can see, we’re pretty sweaty,” Jamal continued. “But then I remembered that great big shower your mom has in her bathroom. So, me and the boys thought it would be a good idea to come over, save some time rather than going home, and shower here.”
Elliott exchanged a look with his mother, who turned and spoke to Jamal. “Uh, sure. That’ll be fine. There’s lots of towels on the rack just outside the shower. Help yourself.”
“You can show us yourself, because you’re coming into the shower with us.”
“But I… I just got out of…,” Tanya stammered.
Jamal shrugged his shoulders. “So what? Another shower won’t hurt you.” He grabbed her hand and led her away. Gunner and Zeke followed right behind, with Zeke carrying the oversized gym bag. They were starting up the stairs when Jamal looked back over his shoulder. “Well, Elliott, are you coming, or what?”