“Yeah, I have no doubt that you’ll exceed my expectations. Now, let’s go upstairs so we can get started on it. And since I’m sure you’re going to do so well, I’m even going to let Elliott watch how you do.”
Jamal took her by the hand and led her up the stairs with Gunner and Zeke right behind, while Elliott drew up the rear. “Bring your mama’s nice new blouse up, Elliott. I’m gonna be eating some of that fine chili there later and I don’t want to make a mess on it.”
“Yes sir.” Thrilled to be included, Elliott snatched up the discarded blouse and followed the others up into his mother’s bedroom, where he placed the blouse over the back of the chair at her dressing table.
“Elliott, turn down the covers on your mother’s bed. I don’t want anything getting in the way.”
Elliott did as Jamal told him, folding the covers down and right off the bed.
“Good, you can take that skirt off now, sweetheart.”
Tanya was just as obedient when it came to following Jamal’s instructions now as she’d been when he’d instructed her to take off her blouse. She reached behind her and pulled down the zipper at the back of the dress, and then shimmied her hips as she drew the tight skirt down and off her legs. She passed it to Elliott, who placed it across the dressing room chair, taking care not to wrinkle it.
“Oh Jesus,” Zeke mumbled again as Tanya turned and faced the three of them.
Elliott knew exactly what Zeke was thinking. Fuck, his mother looked incredible. Without the skirt, the full impact of the sexy bridal lingerie hit him like a ton of bricks. The intricately-designed waist cincher drew your eyes magnetically to her curvy hourglass figure. He’d seen the top part, but now with the skirt out of the way, he could see how the figure-fitting garment followed the natural contours of her body. From her slender waist, it flared out attractively over her wide matronly hips, with the bottom edge of the cincher displaying a delicate lacy fringe all around. Extending down over each leg in both the front and the back were ribbon-like garters, whose clasps at the ends bit tightly into the white nylons she was wearing.
Elliott felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at those nylons. God, were they ever sexy. There was about a six-inch wide band at the top of each leg that surrounded her creamy thighs luxuriously. The bands were incredibly detailed with lace in an almost floral design, extremely delicate and feminine looking. Below that teasingly sexy band, the nylons gave off a sheer white glow as they followed the smooth lines of her shapely legs all the way down until they disappeared inside her sky-high slingbacks. Except for the bone-colored high heels, everything was in brilliant white, which looked deliciously exciting against her tanned golden skin.
After his eyes travelled the full length of her body, Elliott zeroed in on her midsection. Beneath the garters he could see that she was wearing tiny panties that had thin straps that came high over each hip, disappearing beneath the lower edge of the waist cincher. From the side, Elliott could see the straps fed into a slim vertical one at the back, the narrow white band disappearing down between her curvy bumcheeks like a thong. The front panel of the panties barely covered her lush warm mound and, like the embroidery on both the bra and cincher, and the lacy panels of her stockings, that material of her panties was intricately detailed in lace as well. The pattern was symmetrical, and from his vantage point across the room, the delicate lace almost looked like a butterfly’s spreading wings.
The whole outfit combined looked beautifully feminine and yet wickedly erotic at the same time. Elliott felt his cock give a lurch as his eyes, as well as those of his three bullies, roamed hungrily over his mother’s gorgeous body.
“I knew you’d look fantastic in that outfit,” Jamal said as he pulled off his t-shirt and started undoing his jeans. “But now it’s time for your lesson. Elliott, go and get your mother one of those hair scrunchie things.”
Jamal had gestured towards his mother’s dressing table, knowing already that’s where she kept her hair and makeup supplies. Elliott went to the drawer he’d seen his mother use before and found a white scrunchie mixed in with a number of other colored ones. As soon as he handed it to her, she whipped her hair up into a tight ponytail. They all knew what the request for the scrunchie meant-Jamal wanted to make use of her mouth first thing. By the time she was done, all three of the boys had discarded their clothes and stood around her, casually stroking their big limber cocks.
“Now, you want this, don’t you, sweetheart?” Jamal asked teasingly as he took a step forwards, his stroking hand pointing his stiffening prick directly at her.
Elliott saw his mother look hungrily at Jamal’s massive dick, the wet red eye glistening with precum already. “Yes,” she nodded under her breath, as if in a trance.
“You want it in that sweet mouth of yours, I can tell by that look on your face. You want to feel my big black cock filling your mouth until I blow a thick creamy load right down your throat, don’t you?”
Elliott could see his mother becoming flushed with arousal as Jamal continued to stroke his long black cock, the enormous purple head growing ever angrier as more of his hot blood flowed into it.
“Yes,” she said again in a soft breathy voice, her eyes locked on his growing erection.
“But you want more, don’t you? I’ve seen how frustrated you get taking just a few inches into that hot wet mouth of yours. You want every last inch of this black gun, I can see it in your eyes. You want the full barrel all the way down your throat, don’t you?”
With her eyes locked hypnotically on the drooling tip of Jamal’s huge cock, Tanya nodded, her body flushed with excitement, and the need to feel that beautiful big cock filling her mouth.
“That’s what I thought,” Jamal said as he looked at his two pals with a lewd smile on his face. “And that’s what I have in mind for today’s lesson-you’re gonna learn how to take this big black barrel all the way down that throat of yours.”
“Jamal, don’t you think we should go in order, like we did with Mrs. Tremblay?” Zeke asked, hoping to be first.
Jamal looked at Tanya with that nasty smile on his face, and shook his head slowly. “No. With everything with this one, I’m going first. She’s special.”
Resigned to his fate, Zeke quietly stepped back, his hand still working on his larger-than-average cock.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” Jamal said. “Get up on your bed on your hands and knees. I’m gonna teach you how to swallow every last inch of this big cock of mine.”
Tanya did as she was told. She crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees and turned until she was facing crossways, her straightened arms supporting her at the edge of the side of the bed. She flipped her head, causing her lustrous blonde ponytail to drape down her back, away from her mouth. She knew how Jamal hated the idea of a woman’s hair getting in the way when he wanted his cock sucked.
“That’s a nice fuck-handle,” Jamal said as he nodded towards the ponytail streaming down her back. “I’m going to be making use of that later.” He stepped closer, his huge black cock protruding from the end of his circling hand.
Elliott thought his mother looked absolutely stunning, positioned there on her hands and knees, her big tits facing downwards, the heavily structured bra straining as it fought to contain the heavy weight. And positioned on her hands and knees, he thought she looked like a mare waiting to be mounted, and all three of these guys had the stallion-like cocks she needed to fill that itchy void inside her.
“That’s just how I want you, sweetheart,” Jamal said as he stepped in front of her and set his feet well apart, firming up his stance. “Lick those pretty lips for me. Get them nice and wet for my cock to slide between.”
Tanya extended her tongue and rolled it around her painted lips, the red glossy lipstick shining even more brightly than usual.
“That’s my girl,” Jamal said as he drew his raging prick down and pointed it right at her mouth. “Give me that target. You know what I like.”
Elliott watched as his mother formed her lips into an inviting ‘O’, just as Jamal had asked her to do previously. Elliott thought his mother looked wickedly hot with her mouth open and beckoning like that, only an inch or two separating it from the engorged head of Jamal’s monstrous black cock.
“That’s perfect. Here it comes.” Jamal positioned the tip of his drooling cock at the round opening she’d formed with her lips. As soon as her lips met the pebbly surface of his glans, he slowly started to flex forward.
Elliott watched as his mother’s lips followed the flaring contours of the enormous mushroom head, the black cock looked sinfully taboo as it made its way between her painted red lips, the ebony truncheon contrasting dramatically with the smooth white skin of her face.
“Oh yeah, that’s the mouth I love,” Jamal crooned as he forced his prick deeper. The MILF’s lips were stretched so much they were on the verge of tearing before they slipped over the rope-like ridge of his corona, trapping the huge knob inside her mouth.
“Mmm…”
Elliott heard his mother give off a soft purr at the same time as her eyes closed in bliss. He was already getting used to her doing that as soon as one of the boys stuck their cock into her mouth. There was no doubt that she loved it, that she loved to suck cock, and seemingly, the bigger, the better.
“That’s it, get it nice and wet,” Jamal said as he took her head in his hands and started to rock his hips. With his fingers entwined in her shiny blonde hair, he worked her mouth slowly. He alternated rolling his hips with slow back and forth thrusts, making sure every one of the hot wet tissues inside her mouth came in contact with his hard black cock.