Beneath the embroidered trim at the bottom of the corset, Elliott could see high-cut French panties in the same deep, rich, scarlet color as the corset. The panties were cut wickedly high on her hips as they disappeared beneath the bottom of the corset, the style of the panties making her legs look long and alluring. And alluring her legs were. She was wearing sheer black thigh-high stockings with elasticized bands at the top, the bands hugging her upper thighs mere inches below her pussy. The broad band at the tops of the stockings was an intricate pattern in black lace, just like the embroidery on the corset.
Elliott’s gaze travelled further down her body, the sheer stockings making her legs look fantastic. On her feet she wore a pair of scarlet brushed-velvet slingbacks, with killer pointy toes and dagger-like 5″ heels. The color of the shoes matched the corset and panties perfectly, and as Elliott looked at the points of those sexy heels digging into the sheets, a jolt of blood pulsed to his rising cock.
Tearing his eyes away from the sexy shoes, he brought his gaze back up. He stopped midway, his eyes drawn to a pair of black opera-length gloves adorning her slender arms. The soft-looking gloves reached almost to her shoulders, and were dead sexy. This was a look Elliott had never pictured his mother in, but with the way the blood was rushing to his midsection right now, he knew he would from now on.
He finally drew his eyes back up to her face. A warm smile flowed into him from those sapphire blue eyes as she looked towards both of them. As she’d said she wanted to do, she’d redone her hair, only this time pinning it up loosely, with numerous stray tendrils hanging downwards to lick sensually at her neck. Her eye makeup had been redone too, this time in darker red tones, which emphasized the rich scarlet color of the corset, and looked bewitchingly erotic. She had a fresh coat of lipstick on, and Elliott could see that it was a wet-look one similar to the one Jamal had asked her to wear, but this one was a deeper red color that looked teasingly sexy with the rest of the outfit.
The diamond in the rough that set off the whole outfit though was the new choker she was wearing. It was a band of black velvet about an inch wide, with an oval glittering diamond-like stone at the center of her throat. With her hair pinned up and falling teasingly along her neck, that glittering jewel in the choker, along with those shoulder-length gloves, made her look like the sexiest thing on earth, at least as far as Elliott was concerned. And it seemed Jamal felt the same.
“Very nice. I definitely approve,” Jamal said as he peeled of his t-shirt and tossed it aside. He started to undo his pants. “Come over here, sweetheart.”
As Tanya slid off the bed and got to her feet, Jamal pulled his pants off and threw them next to his shirt. He was now completed naked, his long thick cock hanging out majestically in front of him. Tanya sidled up next to him, and as he slipped an arm around her, she instinctively reached out with one gloved hand to take hold of his cock, as she’d been instructed to do.
“Un-uh, not just yet,” Jamal said. He ran his hands over her body as she stood next to him, his roaming fingers stopping briefly as he cupped and squeezed her big round tits. “Nice, very nice. Now just stay there.”
Elliott was surprised when Jamal stepped away from her and climbed onto the bed. The black youth took her place, sitting up against the headboard with the stack of pillows behind him. He settled back into the pillows and drew his legs up and apart, his long snake-like cock hanging down with the enormous head and part of the shaft actually lying on the sheet beneath him.
“Elliott, with all the goings on tonight, have you come yet?”
Surprised by the question, Elliott flushed slightly as he shook his head. “No sir.”
“Well, I think it’s time you did then, don’t you? I’m sure you’ve got two or three loads stored up there that you need to get rid of.”
“Uh… I… uh…” Elliott stammered, unsure of what to say.
“Go ahead, Mommy, help your son out. Get him undressed, like you did for him when he was a little boy.”
Elliott saw the sly smile on his mother’s face as she came over to him and helped him out of his clothes. He was struck dumb and could only hold his arms up and step out of his pants and underwear as she stripped him down. His rigid cock was pointing at the stars, telling his mother and Jamal all they needed to know.
“That looks sore,” Jamal said. “Jerk it off for him, Mommy. I’m sure it won’t take too long for him to get that first load off.”
Standing just beyond the bottom of the bed, Tanya reached forward towards Elliott’s twitching cock.
“Hmm, you seem to be missing something.” Jamal’s words stopped Tanya on the spot. Jamal gestured to the table just behind them. “Grab that glass I brought up and jerk him off into that.”
That sly knowing smile appeared on Tanya’s face again as she reached over and took hold of the glass. She moved right up behind Elliott and reached around him from behind, taking hold of his raging prick with one gloved hand while holding the glass in the other. She moved closer to her son, pressing the front of her body against his bare back.
“Oh fuck,” Elliott groaned as he tipped his head back, lost in the overwhelming sensations he was feeling. Her sultry perfume invaded his senses at the same time her face slid across the back of his neck, her warm breath tickling his ear. He could feel her breasts pressing into his back, the incredible mounds wickedly soft and amazingly warm, even through the corset. He looked down at her gloved hand, the erotic blackness of the glove contrasting with his pulsing white cock as she expertly slid her hand back and forth.
“Come for me, baby, come for Mommy,” she whispered breathlessly into his ear as she stroked his thrusting erection, the soft material of the gloves driving Elliott right up the wall with excitement.
Elliott felt his legs start to quiver as his boiling semen raced up the shaft of his cock. The sensations he was feeling were so intense that he thought he was going to either have a heart attack, or collapse. But instead, he came… he came like a fucking racehorse. It was like he’d been edging all night long as he’d watched the six others make use of his mother. His cock had been primed and ready to fire time and time again during the evening-and now it was his turn.
“OHHH FUCKKKKKKK…” he gasped as he started to come. He looked down to see his mother bring the rim of the glass over the head of his cock just in time. The first white rope shot out of him so hard, he was surprised he didn’t shatter the glass. He kept coming as she kept stroking, that soft gloved hand working its magic as she pumped rope after milky white rope out of his throbbing cock. He watched the amount of cum in the glass rise as he kept shooting, pressing himself back to feel the softness of those huge tits against him. He unloaded more spunk than he thought possible, flooding the glass with everything he had. His mother’s beautiful hand kept pumping, and he kept shooting, gobs and spurts of the stuff spewing into the glass. Finally, the luxurious sensations coursing through him ended, and as his mother stepped away from him, he gratefully collapsed into his usual chair, his chest heaving as he fought to regain his breath.
“There, that’s better now, isn’t it,” Jamal said, a broad smile on his face as he looked over at Elliott.
Elliott didn’t have the strength to answer, but could only nod.
Jamal turned his attention to Tanya. “Okay, sweetheart, bring that glass over and set it here on the table next to me.” Tanya did as she was told, stepping over to the bed and setting the cum-filled glass on the bedside table. “Good girl, now get between my legs and let me feel those sexy gloves of yours.”
As his breathing slowly started to return to normal, Elliott watched as his mother crawled onto the bed in her sexy outfit and sat back on her haunches between Jamal’s legs. She reached forward and put a hand on each of his powerful muscular legs, her fingers touching him just above the knees. She started slowly sliding her gloved hands back and forth, moving slowly towards his midsection as she massaged him.
“That’s it. That feels good. Just keep doing that,” Jamal said as he wriggled himself deeper into the pillows, surrendering to the pleasure this 40-year old woman was going to give him. They were just getting started, and he knew the woman would be fucked raw and full of cum by the time he was done.
Elliott could see Jamal in all his glory, his broad shoulders and powerful chest making him look like a magnificent masculine specimen. A perfect partner for a woman who loved to get fucked by a big, powerful black man, which Elliott now knew was exactly the type of woman his mother was-a woman who craved black cock-big black cock. Elliott saw his mother’s face as she’d climbed on the bed and moved between Jamal’s tree-trunk-like thighs, and that hungry look she had in her eyes confirmed exactly what he was thinking.
Tanya continued to slowly massage Jamal’s powerful thighs, those bewitchingly sexy gloved hands moving slowly back and forth over his muscular legs. Both Elliott and Tanya watched, totally enthralled, as Jamal’s majestic cock started to rise as she continued her sensual massage. She kept up the slow, teasing back and forth motion, with her hands moving slightly higher with each gentle pass. Now Jamal’s cock had stiffened enough where it wasn’t touching the sheet anymore. As she kept massaging, her slender fingers stroking his inner thighs, his cock kept growing and rising, bobbing erotically, stiffening and extending as his pulsing blood flowed to the centre of his being. In just over a minute, his immense cock was at full staff, throbbing and pulsing as it pointed straight up, erect to the point it looked like it was going to explode. A glistening dew-drop of precum appeared at the tip, and as his cock throbbed enticingly, that shiny drop started to distend lewdly downwards towards the bed.