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Mom and Black Mark
by Dutchman (address withheld)
***
The author's mother makes love to a young black man
with an enormous penis as the author watches. (MMF,
inc, voy, intr, drugs)
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A few weeks after we smoked some grass at my mother’s,
I got a call from her. "You know the stuff we smoked
that day? I want some of it."
I was amazed. I had been avoiding coming over, because
of the ambivalent feelings I’d been having—downright
guilt, actually. It had been, I was sure, the best fuck
either one of us had ever experienced. "Okay, Mom," I
said. I’ll drop some off tomorrow.
"Great," she said, sounding confident and poised as she
usually did. One of the things that made my mother so
attractive to me was this businesslike poise. She was a
small rangy brunette with nice breasts, and looked
nothing like Loni Anderson, but she sounded a lot like
her. A Midwestern nice girl in whose mouth butter would
never melt.
It had just been a month before, however, that that
same mouth, stoned out of its mind—granted—had been
sucking my ridiculously engorged cock down to its base.
Later I had fucked her to a massive orgasm while her
legs were frogged open over my side, using two dripping
fingers to massage her clit.
I drove over the next day. She made me coffee. "You
want to smoke some now?" I asked with a grin.
Laughing, she shook her head, looking down. "I don’t
think so." Apparently we were going to be friends.
"Are you going to tell me what it’s for?" I asked.
"I don’t think so," she said again.
I am nothing if not intuitive. I knew that she had
recently hired a gardener, a large young black man. I
also knew that my mother was basically shy; that was
why she had trouble meeting men. She could no more go
to a bar and hang out waiting to be picked up than the
man in the moon. So she was going to fuck Mark. I was
hot at the idea. I wanted to see it. He couldn’t be
more than about 18 or 19 years old, and was a drama
tech student at UCLA. He was a very nice, kind guy. He
was about 6’ 3", and weighed about 220, most of it
muscle. For her sake, I hoped he wasn’t gay.
"I want you to let me watch," I said.
"God damn you, you have no idea why I want this," she
said. My mother was so square and so new to the drug
culture, it never occurred to her that you could smoke
grass just to relax. For her, it was the new super-
aphrodisiac.
"You are going to do Mark, and I’m going to watch," I
said.
For an answer, she just gazed out the window,
squinting. At 42 and 5’5", she was absolutely lovely,
with the clear complexion of a thirty-year old. She was
on the thin side with a tight waist. For a small woman,
she had nice 34C breasts. Her hips were gorgeous,
flaring out just slightly. Today, she had her hair
pulled back in a pony tail, making her look eighteen.
She wore her usual summer outfit of shorts and T-shirt.
"He’s coming over, today," she said.
"You go out on the porch," I said. "I’ll sit here in
the dark, in the kitchen. I can see out; you can’t see
in. Simple."
Mark came around back, bringing some of his tools. By
now the yard was in pretty good shape, and he was here
today basically for light maintenance. My mom met him,
and got into a cordial conversation. You could tell
that as shy people they got along. Once or twice she
nervously glanced in my direction. I could see her
offering him lemonade, and she came back to the
kitchen, giving me a sour look. She got her tray
together, and carefully laid the joint alongside the
glasses in her best Emily Post style.
"Great approach," I approved. She gave me another sour
look.
As they drank the lemonade, they were getting along
famously. I thought they would never light the joint.
Finally, however, my mom picked it up, and fired it up.
I could tell that she had been giving him some song and
dance about how I had left it here.
They each took several tokes in succession, and held
them. This was the super duper grass that had opened
her up before. As I watched them, I thought they were
probably overdoing it.
They sat there for a bit, then my mom got slowly to her
feet and walked behind Mark’s chair, where she started
to give him a back rub. Her movements were ridiculously
slow, and Mark positively slumped down in his chair,
his face serious, but seemingly relaxed.
My mom sometimes astonishes me. After massaging Mark’s
shoulders for a few minutes, she lifted her hands off
of him, still standing behind him, and pulled her shirt
over her head. The bra immediately followed. Then she
shucked her pants in a single motion. Now naked, my
small white mother stepped in front of the large
sitting 18 year old black man, and planted her lips
squarely on his. She standing, they kissed deeply for
minutes as his big hands slowly fondled her breasts,
stomach, and thighs. The bulge in his work pants was
enormous.
I could see that he was trying to use his finger on her
clit, but was inexperienced about the angle. No matter,
as stoned as she had to have been, it was all bound to
feel good.
After a while, she shook his hands off. Bending over,
she pulled his shirt over his head, then turned to his
belt buckle. She loosened it, a bit clumsy from the
dope. Motioning him to stand, she shucked his pants.
His erection was absolutely huge, probably 10 or 11
inches, and 1 ½ or 2 inches across. My mom, ever the
hostess, gently sat him down in the chair.
Turning to the side, she grabbed a cushion from a
nearby chair to use as a kneepad. And slowly knelt on
it. The sight of my lovely small naked 42 year old mom
about to suck the enormous cock of a stoned 18 year old
black youth almost had me coming on the spot.
Watching her from the side I saw that she had more
experience than I had given her credit for. Bending
over his lap vertically, she stretched her mouth as far
open as it would go. Slowly without preamble, she took
the first four or five inches of heavy black dick in
her mouth, then let her lips close around the shaft.
She held him there for about a minute, then slowly
withdrew.
When she got to the massive head, she would, I knew
from my own experience a month before, slowly spin her
tongue around a couple of times before slowly
descending on the shaft once again. I watched her
repeat this very slowly, at times moving her lips
against the massive black shaft when it was in as deep
as it would go, for about 30 minutes. As time passed,
she slowly took more and more of the huge black penis
in her mouth with each slow downstroke.
After a half an hour, she was taking fully eight inches
in. Mark seemed to be in ecstasy, whimpering and
moaning softly, his head lolled to one side, his eyes
completely closed.
Finally, my mom released his cock and changed position,
dragging her kneepad to the side of his chair, which,
fortunately, did not have an armrest. She slowly
engorged herself again from the side, almost to his
rear. She was now swallowing his entire penis on each
slow stroke. The sight of it was amazing. A small,
thin, pretty white woman bending slowly forward to take
a heavy black dick, nearly a foot long, down to the
base.
Mark’s thick cock gleamed with her spit, and he
continued to moan softly as she fucked him slowly with
her mouth. After a while, Mom straightened up. She
continued to kneel, and began to use two hands to jack
his slippery cock slowly up and down, while gazing
raptly at it. Like most women, she seemed to have some
interest in size, regardless of what it is politically
correct to say.
After a short time, she stood, and helped Mark to stand
too. I could see that he was wobbly, whether from the
dope, the long slow sucking, or both. She led him to
the chaise lounge. I knew what was coming now, and I
almost passed out with lust thinking about it. My tiny
mother was going to fuck a giant black dick while I
watched. She led Mark to the couch, and laid him down
on his back. She sat beside him while he lay with his
eyes closed, slowly stroking his front and cooing to
him. He was after all still a kid.
After a minute or two to let him get his breath, she
laid her head down on his stomach with her cheek turned
to one side, and took just the head of the monster in
her mouth. He began gasping and whimpering again. I
knew that Mom was running her tongue around and around
his glans. I could hear her moaning as well. It must
have been a major turn on for her, especially as loaded
as she was.
After about three minutes, she was ready. She got up on
her knees, and slowly threw one knee across his pelvis.
She sat up, beautiful in the sun. His huge penis showed
in dark contrast to her white tight ass. She sat there
for a minute, then came up on one knee, her hand
grasping his penis behind her ass. Slowly she got the
big head to just the entrance of her vagina, then
gradually sat back on it. She said "oh, oh, oh,"
syllables which seemed to combine pleasure and surprise
in equal measure.
She was still on one foot and one knee. It seemed to
take minutes for her to lower herself even halfway
down, but soon she was kneeling on each side of him,
his penis fully in her. Slowly she began to fuck the
two of them. Bending slightly forward she butted
forward and back with short strokes.
I could tell that she was dripping because his black
cock glistened with her juices at the base as she
reached the top of her stroke. He continued to whimper.
I remembered well, her pussy felt even better than her
mouth. She was moaning loudly now. And, I could see
grinding a little as she got the whole thing inside her
at the base of each stroke
I guess it was all too exciting for her. After about
ten minutes, she came screaming like the last time, all
from the same repetitive slow stroke on the massive
dick. After a shrieking two minute come, she collapsed
on his chest. He, good-natured soul that he was, patted
her, as though to comfort her after a crisis. As they
lay there, he continued to fuck her slowly by
repeatedly lifting his hips, the first active thing
he’d done. I was jealous of course, because Mark had
gotten my mom’s first no-hands cheery, although he was
basically just lying there soaking it in.
I heard her murmur to him, "I want you to fuck me." She
got up off of him slowly, and let him get off the
lounge chair. She lay down, replacing him, her legs
spread. Mark bent to eat her for a short time, and
seemed to be doing a competent job, if her moans were
any indication. Shortly he knelt before her, the
monster still nicely erect. He brought the head to her
cunt and slowly introduced it. My little mother seemed
to now be literally going out her mind with pleasure
that she didn’t have to concentrate on lowering
herself, and could simply enjoy the huge fuckpole
slowly going up her.
"Ohhhhhhh," she cried out.
He slowly worked his way in to the hilt in her, then
slowly worked his way back out again. I had never seen
anything so slow and beautiful in its way. His large
body carefully held off of her small one by his strong
arms and knees. The thick penis seeming to go into a
too-small cunt where they came together.
As with me she used the insides of her feet to guide
and enjoy his ass as he slowly fucked her with his
nearly foot-long cock. I knew he couldn’t hold out for
long, even at such a slow speed, and he came with a
deep low sound.
I decided to leave before they recovered and came in
the house. When last I looked, they were entangled on
the lounge, fast asleep.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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