It was just before dusk when the message came in from Jamal. He’d texted both Tanya and Elliott to let them know he and the other two boys would be there in about twenty minutes. Tanya had retired to her room after they’d eaten, claiming she had to freshen up again. Elliott knew one of the reasons was to fix her hair after Derek had messed it up while fucking her face.
Elliott had gone to his own room and played his new video game. He needed the distraction to take his mind from the constant thoughts of what might be in store for tonight. When his phone pinged with the text message, he couldn’t believe how excited he was. It wouldn’t be long now before they found out what Jamal and the others had planned.
He shut down his video game and made his way to his mother’s bedroom, where he tapped at the closed door.
“Yes, Elliott?”
His mother’s voice reached him from inside the room, but he could tell that she wasn’t coming to the door and expected him to respond. “Uh, you got the text from Jamal too, right?”
“Yes. I’m getting dressed now. You let the boys in when they get here. It’ll be cutting it close, but I should be ready.”
“Uh, okay.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Elliott went downstairs. He found himself pacing back and forth like an expectant father as he constantly went to the front window, hoping to catch the lights from Jamal’s van. He kept checking the time on his phone as he stood at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers. The minutes seemed to creep by until finally, the old van’s headlights cut through the front window as Jamal swept into the driveway.
Elliott felt his heart start to beat a little more rapidly as he made his way to the front door. He had it open even before the boys knocked.
“Well, it looks like somebody’s anxious to get the evening’s events underway,” Jamal said as he made his way past Elliott into the house. Gunner and Zeke were right behind, smiling broadly as Elliott flushed at Jamal’s observation. Elliott followed his three bullies into the house until they stopped and stood around the dining table.
He was kind of surprised to see that they were dressed in their usual jeans and t-shirts. It made Elliott wonder again where they were taking them. They definitely weren’t taking them out to a nice restaurant, or something like that. Even these guys would have made the effort to dress up a bit for something like that, even if it was just to put on a regular shirt instead of a t-shirt. “They would do that, right?” he thought to himself.
“Where’s Mommy?” Jamal asked as he gestured towards the stairs. “She’s not ready yet?”
“Uh, just a second,” Elliott replied as he stepped over to the base of the stairs. “MOM, THE GUYS ARE HERE!”
“Two minutes.” Her warm voice came pouring down the stairs. “I’m almost ready.”
Elliott turned to the other three and shrugged.
“That’s fine,” Jamal said. “How about you grab us each a Red Bull? I think we’re gonna need it tonight.”
The other boys chuckled as Elliott went to the fridge and passed a can to each of them. They all chugged them back in no time flat, belching proudly as they passed Elliott the empty cans.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Tanya’s voice made them all look in her direction as she started to come down the stairs.
“Fuck me,” Zeke muttered under his breath.
Elliott agreed whole-heartedly with the young man’s comment. He’d almost lost his breath as he first spotted his mother, and then his heart resumed that steady pounding in his chest as she made her way down the stairs. “Fuck, talk about sexy,” were the kind of thoughts racing through Elliott’s brain.
His mother was dressed simply, but the expression “less is more” definitely came to mind. She was wearing a simple black cocktail dress. But that simple black dress was saying more about what kind of body was lying beneath than nearly anything else she could have worn. The dress was of some stretchy material that molded itself to her incredible body like a second skin. It was sleeveless, with a deeply scooped neckline that showed off her enticing cleavage spectacularly. The material nipped in as it moved downward from her prominent bustline to her narrow waist, before flaring out over her wide flared hips. The tightness of the fabric combined with her naturally curvy body to emphasize her womanly hourglass figure. As the stretchy material moved further down, it hugged her full creamy thighs, before ending just a few inches below her pussy, leaving a vast expanse of those smooth tanned thighs exposed.
“Oh God,” Elliott heard himself mumble as his gaze travelled down the rest of his mother’s body as she continued down the stairs. Her legs looked fantastic. She had applied that lotion or oil that she’d put on previously, the stuff that made them shine with an erotic glow, as if her feminine nectar was slowly leaking out of her steaming cunt and covering her legs in an enticing sheen. Whatever she’d put on them to make them look like that, Elliott thought the effort was more than worth it. The luxurious sheen drew your attention to the subtle muscle tone in her tanned legs, the sinews moving subtly like those of a jungle cat as she made her way down the staircase. Like her deliciously feminine hourglass figure, her full thighs and plump calves were accentuated by her tiny dimpled knees and slender ankles.
Elliott’s gaze moved further downwards, to her small delicate feet. She was wearing a pair of black stilettos with wickedly-pointed toes and rapier-like high heels that had to be 5″ high. A slender black strap circled her ankle, with a tiny buckle at the side keeping the shoe secured to her slender feet. They were definitely “come-fuck-me” shoes. That was for sure, Elliott thought.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Elliott’s eyes scanned back up her body to her face. The first thing he saw was the black velvet choker around her neck. There was something about the choker that was dead sexy. Just looking at it wrapped snugly around the smooth skin of her neck, and knowing that her throat was likely to be filled with more than one cock tonight, made it seem all the more erotic.
Elliott drew his eyes further upwards. She’d done up her hair and makeup again after her little episode with Derek. Her lustrous blonde hair fell in sweeping waves past her shoulders, the honey-colored locks gleaming sensuously. Her shiny mane framed her face attractively, drawing your eyes to her ravishing features. Her eye makeup and touch of blush accentuated her alluring feminine features and sultry blue eyes. Eyes you could get lost in, thought Elliott. Finally, his gaze moved down to her mouth. She had applied a liberal coating of the ‘wet-look’ lipstick that Jamal loved so much. It shone boldly and caught the light like sparkling jewels as she smiled bewitchingly. The brilliant red lipstick looked sultry and inviting, and the wet-look shine made it look like that beautiful mouth was made for one thing, and one thing only-sucking cock.
She stopped at the table and set down the matching little clutch purse she’d been carrying in her hand. Her alluring perfume came along with her, and settled on their senses like a mist of Viagra, sending a pulsing jolt of blood to each of their youthful cocks.
“I’m sorry if I kept you waiting,” Tanya said, looking up at Jamal with big doe-like eyes. She swayed slightly from side to side, giving the boys a teasing look at the way her massive breasts looked from various angles in the skin-tight dress.
“No problem at all,” Jamal said as all three of them blatantly looked her up and down. “The wait was definitely worth it. That dress looks a million times better on you than it did in the picture I sent you.”
Tanya had gotten the usual message from Jamal that morning, with a picture of the dress he wanted her to wear that night, and where to get it. As she’d done on each of the previous days, she’d been at the store first thing, wanting to make sure she got just what he wanted. She’d fallen in love with the little black dress as soon as she’d seen it, and loved it even more when she saw her reflection when she’d tried it on. The saleswoman in the store even made a pass at her when she completed the purchase, but Tanya just meekly smiled her thank you to the woman and made her way out, but not before turning and giving the woman a last teasing wink. She’d never had a woman come on to her like that before, and it was kind of exciting. But she knew that the boys would find the dress even more exciting, and she couldn’t wait for their night to begin.
“Well, let’s take a look at you,” Jamal said as he gestured to the open space past the end of the table.
Tanya turned and stepped away from them, her full round bum shifting provocatively from side to side as she sashayed across the room, the tight dress hugging those curvy bum cheeks seductively. When she’d taken a number of steps away from then, she turned like a model and walked back.
When she’d been walking away, Elliott’s gaze had instantly been attracted to her feet. The soles of her black stilettos were a brilliant red, and he knew exactly what that meant. Those cock-hardening shoes were Louboutins, the famous designer whose signature was those sexy red soles. The shoes must have cost a fortune, but Elliott could see from the way they looked on his mother that they were worth every penny.
“Oh fuck…”
Elliott looked up to see that it was Gunner that mouthed the words this time, and once again, he had to agree. His mother looked stunningly sexy from every delicious angle that you looked at her. In profile, her huge breasts and bum were curvy delights that made your mouth water. When you looked at her straight on from the back that shifting rump and narrow wasp-like waist was enough to send the blood pumping right to your groin. And from the front, fuckkk, that face, those tits, that tiny waist and wide fuckable hips, those full thighs, those long tanned legs, those shiny sexy legs, and those incredible shoes, those sexy “I want to fuck all night long” shoes… well, fuck… the view from the front was enough to make any man want to whip out his cock and fuck this woman within an inch of her life.
“Nice, very nice indeed,” Jamal said as he slipped his arm around Tanya and drew her close. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. It was instinctive for her at this point, but Elliott was still surprised to see that as soon as the black youth started kissing her, her hand automatically reached for his crotch and sought out his cock, her slender red-tipped fingernails circling the long limber slab of meat beneath his jeans.
“Mmm…” She purred as she kissed him, her hand starting to slide back and forth.
“Next,” Gunner said, pulling her out of Jamal’s arms.