Jamal and Gunner could barely keep the smirks off their face, remembered how they’d pasted Mrs. Cox’s dining table with puddles of cum two nights ago. Gunner composed himself well enough to add to the conversation. “We fixed her back door as well. It was pretty sticky, so we oiled it up, gave it a few hard goes, and now it opens and closes real easy.”
“Well, that’s good,” Brock said, clearly disappointed that there weren’t any bigger jobs that needed taking care of. He waved his hand at them as he nodded towards the door. “Go on then. Go to your tutoring lessons. And behave yourselves around those people.”
Jamal kissed his mother on the head and the boys scurried out. They barely made it to Jamal’s van before they burst out laughing.
“Fixed her back door?” Jamal said as he punched Gunner in the shoulder.
“A crack that needed to be filled?” Gunner replied as they continued to laugh. He then turned to Zeke. “I had no idea where you were going with that painting thing you were talking about.”
“Well, it’s all that popped into my head. And I couldn’t very well say we painted her face, could I?”
They laughed again as Jamal put the van in gear and pulled out into the street. “C’mon, assholes, we’ve got more dumpin’ to do.”
*
A nurse’s uniform was the last thing Elliott had expected to see on his mother’s bed, but there it was. Not a nurse’s UNIFORM exactly, it was more like what he’d describe as a nurse’s COSTUME. He couldn’t see any real nurse being caught dead wearing what was lying on his mother’s bed, not without the hospital being rushed by patients demanding to be cared for by the nurse wearing it, especially if his mom was that nurse.
“C’mon, baby, let’s go have some lunch before the boys get here. I think I’m going to need all the energy I can get.” His mother reached over and grabbed her fluffy white robe, wrapping it around her naked body and cinching it tight. She nodded towards the nurse’s outfit on the bed. “I’ll get dressed in that later.”
With Elliott decked out in a dry pair of jeans and clean t-shirt, the two of them made themselves a lunch and ate together at the table. They talked about a number of different things, with the topics being similar to what they’d normally be talking about, prior to the intrusion of the bullies into their life. His mother led the way in the conversation, and Elliott was happy to follow, finding the idea of what to say about what was happening in their lives right now somewhat difficult to talk about.
His mother took a quick look at the clock after they’d finished cleaning up. “I better go get dressed. They’ll probably be here soon. Honey, maybe you should get your books out and get ready for those tutoring lessons.”
“Uh, sure, Mom,” Elliott replied, even though he wondered how much tutoring was actually going to happen today, if any.
The two of them went upstairs and as his mother disappeared into her room and closed the door, Elliott went into his own room and started gathering up his textbooks. He remembered that Jamal said he needed to work on his grade in English, and that both Gunner and Zeke needed help with math. He’d taken a quick look at those books yesterday afternoon, while the three of them had been taking turns fucking his mother. From the way they seemed to know their way around the female body, obviously they didn’t need any help with Anatomy. He figured he’d let them guide him as to what areas they needed the most help with. Tucking the books under his arm, along with a couple of notebooks and a pen, he made his way back downstairs and set things up on the dining table. He was looking over a section on geometry in his math book when his phone pinged. He saw it was a text message from Jamal.
B there 5 min
It was obvious that a response wasn’t necessary, but he sent a simple “OK” anyway. He turned and looked up the stairwell. “Mom,” he yelled up, “I just got a text. They’ll be here in five minutes.”
“Okay,” her voice came back. “I’m almost ready.”
Elliott got up and went to the front of the house and watched from the window there. He felt like an expectant father, edgy and pacing back and forth as he waited for the boys to show up. He found it funny that just a couple of days ago he would have absolutely dreaded encountering any of the three boys, and now, fuck, he couldn’t wait for them to show up and start putting his mother through her paces again.
His attention was diverted back to the window as he heard Jamal’s old van pull into the driveway. He got the door open just as the boys walked up, all of them decked out in their standard low-slung jeans and torso-hugging t-shirts.
“Elliott, my man.” He was surprised to hear Jamal say his real name as the black youth slung an arm around his shoulders and led him into the great room at the rear of the house, the large open space containing the kitchen, dining area, and soaring two-storey high family room. The back wall contained a huge bank of windows that overlooked the pool and the hot tub, where the boys had first started making use of his mother’s body.
“Hey man, it’s after one o’clock. You don’t have the game on?” Jamal pointed to the big TV on the opposite side of the room.
Elliott gestured to his school books strewn out across the table. “Oh, I uh, I thought we were going to start with the tutoring.”
Gunner stepped over and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. In less than a minute, he had the football game on, with the sound level muted to fairly low.
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll get to that soon enough,” Jamal replied as he waved his hand dismissively at Elliott’s menagerie of books and papers. “Where’s our nurse?”
The boys exchanged a knowing glance and looked at Elliott questioningly, sly smiles on their faces.
“Uh, I think she’s just finishing getting ready.”
“Get her down here. We don’t like to be kept waiting,” Jamal said.
“MOM,” Elliott turned and called up the stairs. “The guys are here.”
“I’ll be right down,” her voice came back to them from upstairs.
“Good. We might as well get comfortable.” Jamal plunked himself down in the middle of the couch straight across from the TV before turning to Elliott and gesturing to the dining table where the boy had his books spread out. “Grab a seat, brother.” As Elliott meekly sat down at the table, Gunner and Zeke grabbed seats in the two big easy chairs at each end of the couch. The three youths all slouched down and spread their legs out, as if they owned the place. All three had their eyes on the TV as they followed the football game in progress.
“Where uh… where did you get that outfit for her?” Elliott asked Jamal.
“I know a guy who knows a guy who owns one of those adult shops. You know, the kind that sells artificial dicks, love dolls, movies, that kind of shit. They’ve also got a bunch of adult costumes. I called him and he let us in this morning to check things out. We all liked that nurse’s one. We thought it would be perfect for a woman who likes to spend a lot of time getting up close and personal with big dicks.”
A noise at the top of the stairs drew their attention and four sets of eyes turned in that direction as Tanya started down the stairs.
“Fuck me,” Elliott said to himself as he took in the sight of his mother dressed in the nurse’s outfit Jamal had left for her. The first thing he noticed in the white dress part of the get-up was that there were oval cut-outs on each side of the bodice portion. Her smooth skin could be seen where the openings started near the top of her wide hips and ended just beneath the swells of her huge tits. The edges of the openings were trimmed with red piping, which was also at the bottom edge of the short sleeves, the lapels of the uniform, and at the hem, which was incredibly high, ending just an inch or two below her pussy. There was a broad red zipper which ran all the way down the front, from where the diving V of the neckline started at the base of her cleavage to the middle of the bottom hem. A large circular ring operated the zipper and was currently at its highest point, zipped all the way to the top between her heavy breasts. To Elliott, it looked like a zipper you’d find on a scuba diver’s wetsuit.
As usual, Elliott’s gaze immediately went to his mother’s chest. The dress fit her so snugly that her tits were pushed up and together spectacularly. Her massive breasts filled the front of the outfit, stretching the material until it was taut as a drum. They filled the deep V above the zipper, the swells of flesh wobbling salaciously as she glided down the stairs. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her big nipples were clearly defined beneath the tight fabric, provocative shadows being cast on the smooth white material by the protruding buds.
Elliott’s eyes moved from her mesmerizing tits downwards. From each side of the hem in front, red garters stretched downward about four inches below the hem of the dress, where the tiny clamps bit into the broad top bands of sheer white stockings. The whiteness of the stockings made his mother’s tanned legs look beautiful, her creamy golden thighs clearly on display. Elliott’s gaze drifted down the length of her shapely legs, until he focussed in on her shoes. They definitely weren’t the standard shoes that any nurse he knew would wear. They were red high-heeled pumps, with pointy toes that looked wickedly sexy. The shoes had been left on the bed by Jamal too, who’d obviously raided his mother’s closet when he’d set out the outfit. Elliott had seen the shoes a couple of times before, when his mother had worn the pumps with a white pencil skirt and red blouse she sometimes wore for business meetings. Elliott remembered thinking the shoes were really sexy with that outfit, but this was completely different. He was sure she’d never have thought she’d be wearing them with an outfit like this.
As she approached the bottom of the stairs, Elliott looked at her face. Her hair was pulled back and pinned up in a loose bun, drawing your attention to her long regal neck and lovely features. She’d done up her eye makeup in those deeper sexy tones that Jamal said he liked, and her lips had a fresh coating of the bright wet-look lipstick. To Elliott, those softy pouty pillows seemed to glow, and he almost imagined the words “fuck my mouth” coming off them like a bizarre cartoon bubble.
Two other things completed her outfit. On top of her piled-up blonde hair was some kind of nurse’s cap, that he could see was more like a hair band that gripped the sides of her head with a white panel that extended upwards at the top, almost in a fan shape. A red semi-circle went from side to side just below the top edge, and beneath that, a red heart, with a white cross in the middle. The last item was a cheesy red stethoscope that circled her neck and hung downwards, the listening device at the end swaying provocatively back and forth as her hips shifted from side to side as she came down the stairs.