With steam rising from the hot bullets of pelting water, Elliott thought the scene happening before him looked like something out of a high-class porno film. Just knowing that it was his mother stroking those three huge cocks, which had quickly become rock-hard under her soapy pumping hands, made it so much better than any porno film could be. And that look of pure desire on her face as the three boys kissed her and passed her back and forth as they groped her made it even better. Elliott knew that look of wanton rapture he saw in her eyes was real, not something a porn actress would put on for the camera. No, this was the real thing. Her hands readily moved from one prodigious cock to the next, their rigid erections hard as stone pillars beneath her eagerly-stroking hands. Elliott’s own cock was as hard as can be, pressing painfully against the front of his jeans. He felt like he wanted to whip it out right there and jerk off as he watched, but he didn’t know if that would meet with Jamal’s approval or not. So he continued to sit there and watch, hoping he wouldn’t go off in his pants.
Elliott saw Jamal speak quietly to his two friends. They both nodded and then the three of them led his mother over to the marble sheets lining the side wall of the shower. Elliott still had an almost perfect view, even though they had moved to the side. Gunner and Zeke stood on each side of her, rivulets of soapy water running off her stunning body and slithering snake-like down the drain. Jamal moved in front of her. Elliott saw her look down at Jamal’s cock, which was thrusting up, his stallion-like erection looking angry and menacing as it bobbed up and down with each powerful beat of his heart. Elliott realized the look in her eyes was much like his own, full of both excitement, and fear.
Jamal said something to his friends that Elliott couldn’t hear. Gunner and Zeke moved in close on each side of her and reached down, each of them slipping a hand beneath her thigh closest to them while their other arm circled around her back. They lifted her up and, as they did so, she instinctively put an arm around each of their necks. Once they had her up and in position with her back to the wall, they pulled her legs apart. Elliott saw her panty-covered mound come clearly into view through the hazy steam. The tiny white panties they’d brought for her to wear were soaked to the point of being almost transparent. Even from across the room, Elliott could make out the defined line of her slit beneath the sodden fabric. He wondered how much of that wetness was from the spray of the shower, and how much was from it being soaked through from the inside out. He looked up at his mother’s face. It was clear that she didn’t know what was happening to her, but Elliott could see that she looked more excited than frightened by what they doing to her.
Jamal moved in close between her widely-spread legs. He reached forward and traced his long black middle finger over the front of her panties, from the base of her slit up to the pronounced nub of her swollen clit.
“Unhh…” Elliott clearly heard the soft moan that escaped his mother’s lips as Jamal toyed with her. He pushed his finger inwards slightly, the wet material being pushed between her pouty labia. Jamal then moved his finger up and down again, causing her to give off another moan of pleasure. Jamal set his feet a little further apart as if to steady himself, and then he reached forward with his other hand as well. He gripped the leg openings of her panties with both hands.
RRRRIPPPPPP!!
Elliott gasped as the sound of tearing material reached his ears. He saw the look of shock on his mother’s face as she looked down between her legs. Jamal pulled his hands further back while Gunner and Zeke held her in place. The damp material stretched and then broke free, each of Jamal’s hands holding a piece of shredded fabric. He tossed them carelessly onto the floor of the shower and then reached between her legs again, grasping the waistband. Elliott could see the main part of the panties had been torn away, exposing her succulent pink pussy. But apparently Jamal wasn’t done. He yanked at the waistband with both hands, stretching it until it broke loose with a snap. He tossed is to the floor as well, her shaven pussy as bare as the day she was born. Her warm pink mound was glistening, and Elliott knew that shininess he was seeing had come from inside her.
Jamal reached over to the shelf beside Zeke and picked up one of the bottles they’d put there, a purple plastic one with some form of white writing on it. He poured some of the fluid onto his thrusting cock, and then into the palm of his hand. He put down the bottle and wrapped his fingers around his surging prick, making it glisten erotically.
Elliott was surprised that the greasy-looking fluid hadn’t become frothy and soapy, like he’d expected from shampoo or body-wash.
Jamal moved in close between Tanya’s spread legs again, firmly setting himself in position once more. With one hand steering his raging cock, he brought the tip of the greasy-looking knob to her beckoning pussy lips. He rubbed the huge purple crown up and down between her slippery petals of flesh, making her moan. Elliott could see her trying to flex her hips forward, wanting more of Jamal’s huge member inside her. Jamal said something quietly to his two friends. They both nodded and then lifted her thighs up even higher. Their movement caused her pelvis to tip upwards. With her in the new position they wanted, they pulled her legs even further apart. Elliott saw a big smile come over Jamal’s face as the young black man looked down between his mother’s widely-spread legs, the winking pink button of her bum-hole turned up in his direction.
“OH NO!” Elliott thought to himself. “He can’t be going to…” He couldn’t even bring himself to finish his thought as he watched Jamal take hold of his monstrous prick and bring the gleaming tip to her bum-hole, precum drooling from the tip. He did the same thing as he’d done to her pussy. He rubbed the tip all around that tight pink hole, making it shine with his juices. Elliott immediately realized that what Jamal had poured onto his cock and hand had been some sort of lube. That’s why the viscous fluid hadn’t turned into a foamy lather, he’d been planning all along to fuck his mother in the ass! And now he was getting it lubed up by rubbing the head of his greasy cock all over tight puckered hole.
“NO, PLEASE. I… I NEVER…,” Elliott heard his mother say as Jamal continued to press the enflamed crown of his dick against her tight little starfish.
“Hmm, an anal virgin, eh? Well, there’s no time like the present to start,” Jamal said as he planted his feet wide apart in a sturdy stance. “I love busting cherries. You may have never taken it up the ass before, but you definitely will now.”
Jamal pressed the engorged knob against the tight pucker and pushed. He barely made any headway before Tanya gave a groan of pain.
“I’m goin’ all the way in,” Jamal said firmly. “So you better get used to it, and get used to it fast. Every last inch of this cock is going all the way up inside that sweet ass of yours. We can either do it the easy way, or the hard way. It’s up to you.” Jamal paused as Tanya looked him the eye, and then she gave him a slow nod. “Good. The next time I push, just concentrate on relaxing that hole. I guarantee you’re gonna love the feel of this big black cock way up in your guts.”
He set his feet and flexed again, pressing the lemon-sized knob against her puckered flesh. Elliott watched as she looked down at their connected bodies and blew out a long slow breath. At the same time, he saw her hole relax, and Jamal didn’t waste a second. The young black man slowly pressed forward, his huge cockhead stretching her tight ring almost to the tearing point. Her little pucker seemed to open up like it was a mouth waiting for a kiss, the pink ring following the contours of the enormous glans of his surging black cock.
“OH FUCK… OH FUCK…” Tanya moaned as the club-like knob made its way into her. She blew out another long slow breath and pushed down, relaxing her sphincter as much as she could. Jamal smiled as he felt that tight muscle relax, and he forced more of his rigid prick inside, the tight ring finally closing down behind the thick rope-like ridge of his corona.
“OH MY GODDDDDD…” Tanya hissed, her body trying to get used to the huge invader lodged in her bum.
“You’ve got the thickest part inside you. The rest should be easy,” Jamal said before looking over his shoulder.
Jamal was looking straight at him, and Elliott realized he’d been almost hypnotized by the lurid spectacle going on before him.
“Go ahead, Elliott,” Jamal said, his voice ringing out clearly from inside the shower stall. “Take it out and jerk off while I’m fucking your mom’s ass. You know you want to.”
Elliott felt himself turning beet red, but he couldn’t deny that Jamal was one-hundred percent correct. And it made Elliott feel even weaker knowing his black bully could read him like a book. It was scary actually, and he knew not to cross Jamal. As the others watched from the shower stall, he sat forward on the edge of the toilet. He undid his pants and whipped out his needy cock. His hand quickly found his throbbing prick and started stroking it, his eyes once again focussed on the thick black wand plugged knob-deep in his mother’s shiny pink hole.