Perverted son watches busty mom swim with the hung bullies

Elliott had whacked off two loads while looking at the pictures of his mother he had on his computer. The panties he’d pilfered from her laundry hamper were soaked where he’d been sucking on them. He’d pumped a creamy mess into each cup of the bra that he’d stolen, the pearly fluid looking obscene as it sat in the big curved cup, the clumpy gobs of boy-juice slowly soaking into the fabric. His lube-coated hand had been busy, the second load coming surprisingly quickly after the first one as he brought up other pictures of her on his screen. These were ones he’d created himself, using the Photoshop program he’d purchased. Although his top-heavy mother had a better body than most busty lingerie models he saw on the internet, he always had a hankering to see her in some of those sexy outfits he fantasized about her wearing when he surfed those sites. It was one thing to see his mother in a bikini in the backyard, it was another thing altogether to get a chance to see her in some gorgeous lingerie. There was no way he could see that ever happening in real life, so he did the best he could by creating his own shots.

He had a number of pictures of her attractive face that he’d edited, cropping off the rest of her body other than her head down to her neck. He’d finished that off by adding a chunky or wide necklace to the shots, giving the headshot of her a bold distinctive edge. This allowed him to transfer that headshot of his mother onto pictures he’d downloaded into his files from various internet sites, the wide necklace creating a natural border between his mother’s face and the original model’s body, making for a better color match. He’d cut and paste layers from those originals until the model’s face was covered, while leaving the rest of her body intact. He’d then add his mother’s face into the shot. A little manipulation of the colors and scaling the new part to fit was often necessary, but the results were usually extremely realistic, and Elliott loved his collection. And that collection now numbered in the thousands of edited photographs, with his mother not only being part of lingerie shots, but miniskirts, sexy business wear, bikinis, whatever tickled Elliott’s fancy that day.

For his second load, he’d switched from the white bikini pics to some of her in corsets and stockings, knowing that if he ever had a chance to see her in something like that, she’d look just as good in real life, or better, than those models in the pictures. The slappy sticky sounds of his pumping hand had filled the room before he’d sent the second load straight into the waiting bra cups, thoughts of spraying his cum over his mother’s real tits filling his head.

With that second load out of the way, he’d washed the greasy lube off his hand and set to work on editing some new pictures that he’d downloaded, these ones of his mother in sexy glamorous gowns with slits that ran right from the floor to the models’ hips. There was something dead sexy about those dresses, with the models’ legs looking gorgeous through the slits in the fabric, their long legs looking fantastic in the obligatory sky-high heels. He already had some of his mother in this look, but he wanted more. And so he was just working on the second of the new pics he’d downloaded when he heard his mother come out of her room. He didn’t think much of it at first but then her footsteps seemed to be hurrying down the stairs, which he thought was strange. He checked the time: 10:47. When he’d first heard his mother come out of her room, he figured she might be heading downstairs to get something to eat. But then she’d gone down the stairs in a rush, which was very strange indeed.

With his curiosity now piqued, he went to his door and quietly opened it. He listened closely, and then heard the murmur of voices coming from the area of the front door. He could make out the tone of his mother’s voice, but the other was a low, masculine rumble, which sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Wanting to know what was going on, he strode back into his room and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. The voices seemed closer now as he made his way out of his room, stealthily making his way down the darkened hallway. He came to the corner near the start of the wide curving stairway and peered around the edge.

“What the fuck?” Elliott said to himself as he saw his three bullies sitting at the kitchen table with his mother. Jamal was talking to her quietly. Wondering what they were doing there, he hunkered down in the shadows and watched, and listened. After settling down on his haunches, he was able to make out most of their words, even though they were keeping their voices low. He figured his mother must have told them he was upstairs, and probably sleeping.

So Elliott had stayed hidden in the darkness and taken in everything that had happened, right down to his mother licking up every milky gob of the bullies’ cum while she got herself off with her fingers. He’d watched her hand work vigorously between her legs as she’d leaned over the table, licking up the warm semen ravenously. When she’d sat back in the chair to compose herself, Elliott had taken a last look at her gleaming spunk-covered face and retreated to his room, his brain swirling to the point he was almost staggering, his heart racing.

Now he sat at his desk in front of his computer, trying to comprehend everything that he’d just seen. He had to admit, he wasn’t surprised at the scam the bullies had pulled, preying on his mother’s kind-heartedness in order to satisfy their own perverted pleasure. But he had been surprised by the look of wanton desire on his mother’s face as she’d jerked them off. It was clear as anything that she was enjoying it, even as she tried to keep her feelings somewhat subdued on the outside. When she eagerly made a meal of the puddles of semen on the table, it put any thoughts of her possible reluctance to rest.

What was really troubling Elliott more than anything were his own thoughts of what he’d seen, and how he’d reacted. He knew he should have been angry with the boys for the way they conned his mother into jerking them off. Any ‘proper’ son would have been incensed by what they’d done, but Elliott had reacted differently. He was somewhat embarrassed and guilt-ridden to admit that watching what had happened had aroused him tremendously. His breath had started to come in rapid gasps when Zeke first whipped out his cock and his mother started to stroke it, and it became quickly clear how much she was enjoying it. It didn’t take long before Elliott felt his own pecker tenting out the front of his baggy sweatpants, wishing it was his cock his mother was stroking.

Elliott wanted badly to reach down and jerk it off as he watched his mother, the rapturous look on her face turning him on even more. But for some reason-maybe because he knew what the boys were like-he knew there’d likely be more coming than just Zeke getting jerked off. So he’d used all his willpower to keep his hands off his throbbing prick, and just remained hidden and watched, his wide eyes taking in every lurid detail.

He was right about there being more, and he wasn’t surprised when Gunner replaced Zeke, presenting his erect phallus to his mother, as if he knew that she was waiting for it once she’d finished with Zeke. He noticed that Gunner was really well-hung too, even bigger than Zeke, and he could see the lustful wanton look in his mother’s eyes as she sized up the blonde-haired boy’s rigid prick. Elliott was envious of the boys and their big cocks, knowing his wasn’t anywhere close to that size, and he could see how his mother looked at them hungrily. He even saw her tongue instinctively slip out of her mouth and circle wetly around her pouty red lips once or twice. He wasn’t surprised as his mother didn’t seem to hesitate very long before she started stroking Gunner’s cock. Although his prick felt like an iron bar in his pants, and he could feel precum oozing from the tip, he still managed to keep his hands off it, knowing that watching his mother’s lewd slutty behavior would have him going off in a second if he touched it. That was all fine and good, until Jamal brought out his monster.

With two loads of cum splashed across the table, Elliott watched as Jamal eventually stood next to his mother, and then slowly undid his pants. When he reached into the opening and pulled out his long, thick member, Elliott thought he was almost going to pass out. Jamal’s cock was HUGE! FUCKING HUGE! To Elliott, his bully’s big, black cock was nothing short of ‘Mandingo-esque’. Elliott had seen a lot of interracial porn, with well-hung black guys making it with white women, and there were few that had a weapon as big and thick as Jamal’s.

He watched as Jamal’s enormous prick stiffened and extended until it reached full erection, the broad, flared head as big as an apple, the thick shaft looking like the handle of deadly club. Elliott saw the same look in his mother’s eyes, her blue orbs sparking with desire as she eventually took hold of the massive prick, her hand looking so small and dainty against Jamal’s thrusting erection. Elliott so wished he had a cock like that, and that it was his huge erection that his mother’s hand was wrapped around.

With those envious thoughts running rampant in his brain, when she started stroking it, Elliott couldn’t contain himself any longer. He felt dizzy with excitement as he reached into his sweatpants and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He’d barely stroked it two or three times before he felt himself going off, spraying his load all over the inside of his pants. His eyes were riveted to his mother’s stroking hand and the look of pure rapture on her face as she pumped Jamal’s huge cock, Elliott’s own hand stroking rapidly back and forth within the confines of his sweats.

Elliott slumped against the wall as he finished, but he still kept looking at his mother’s hand on Jamal’s cock, the black boy’s rod dripping gooey cock-sap all over the table at this point. He looked back at his mother’s face, noticing the hungry look in her blue eyes as she gazed over the huge mess of cum on her table, her tongue once more circling her lips provocatively. Elliott was shocked to notice that his own prick hadn’t gone down one little bit. He was still rock-hard! He’d already come three times tonight, and yet his pecker was as rigid as it had ever been. He looked back at the lurid spectacle taking place in the dining room below him, and he couldn’t help it as his eyes went right to Jamal’s throbbing Rocky(H)-cock, eagerly watching his mother as she jerked it off.

Elliott was awash with shame but couldn’t stop himself from watching his mother enthusiastically stroke the thick ebony wand back and forth. Elliott could see that her eyes were glazed over with desire, her face glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration. He slid his hand back into his sweatpants and started stroking his rigid dick, eagerly watching the lewd scene below. When Jamal started to shoot, Elliott watched the long white ropes launched out over the table, his bully’s massive load overwhelming the mess already left by his two friends.

As soon as Jamal started shooting, Elliott looked at his mother’s face, seeing her eyes open wide and her mouth gape open as she watched the young black man paste her table with a massive load of milky teenage cum. That look of pure rapture on his mother’s face hit Elliott right in the groin. He felt the semen speed up the shaft of his own throbbing prick. He leaned against the wall as he started to go off in his pants again, his eyes watching the tip of Jamal’s magnificent cock yawn open as the black boy continued to ejaculate, absolutely flooding the table with glistening cum, his mother looking at her spunk-covered table hungrily.

Totally spent, Elliott had sat there as he slowly regained his breath, watching the boys kiss and grope his mother before they left. He was then shocked to see her lurid display as she’d sucked and lapped up every drop of their cum, getting herself off at the same time. When she’d finished and sat back, Elliott returned to his room, ridden with guilt and trying to make sense of everything he’d seen.

Quietly closing the door behind him, he pulled off his sweatpants. “Oh fuck,” he said to himself as he looked at the mess on the inside of his pants, the two loads clinging lewdly to the black material. He had his own en-suite bathroom in his room and cleaned himself up, and then donned a pair of old boxers that he wore to sleep in. Sitting in front of his computer, he replayed everything he’d seen in the encounter between his busty mother and his bullies, especially remembering the looks of blissful rapture on his mother’s face. He’d seen how excited she’d gotten, how she’d not even noticed as her robe slipped further and further open, her perfect breasts looking amazing in her sexy green nighty.

Elliott subconsciously started to move his computer mouse, pulling up Photoshopped pics he had of his mother in sexy sleepwear like that. It wasn’t long until he pumped out another load, dropping this one into the cups of her bra as well. He cleaned himself up once more and got into bed, hoping that sleep would take his mind off the things that had happened.

He slept restlessly all night, his brain working overtime with illicit thoughts of his mother, what the bullies had done to her-and more than that-what they might do to her next. He woke out of his fitful sleep twice during the night with a hard-on, his teenage cock in need of relief. He jerked off each time, and then again with his usual morning boner, the soft morning light filtering in dreamily around his curtains as he pumped a load high into the air, thinking about shooting HIS load onto the dining room table for his mother to lick up.

*

Elliott showered and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt before going downstairs, wondering how his mother would be this morning. As he came down the stairs, the distinctive scent of frying bacon drifted his way, making him realize how hungry he was. His mother came out from behind the fridge door with a carton of eggs in one hand and a bottle of orange juice in the other.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” his mother said, setting her handfuls of stuff on the counter. “How are you doing today, sweetie?”

Elliott had wondered if his mother would be showing signs of guilt and remorse over what she’d done, but the way she looked right now, it was clear that there were no thoughts like that going on inside that pretty head of hers. She looked lively and vivacious as she faced him across the granite-topped island in the kitchen. He could see that she’d already showered and dressed for the day, her blonde hair pulled back in a loose bun, with a few stray tendrils licking teasingly at her neck. And she was already wearing makeup, which was unusual for this early in the morning, especially a Saturday morning.

But it was her mode of attire that immediately caught Elliott’s eye. She was wearing something new that he’d never seen before. It was a sundress in brilliant yellow, the color of which seemed to bring out the honey-blonde highlights in her hair. It fit snugly on the upper part of her body, before flaring out playfully over her wide hips, the ruffled hem ending quite high on her thighs. Her legs were bare, showing off her nice tan. On her feet she wore strappy yellow sandals, with a flat sole. The shoes looked perfect with the summery dress-somewhat fancy, but suitable for a casual day in the sun.

As usual with his mother, Elliott found his eyes focussing on the bodice of the dress. The material up top was made of some kind of stretchy fabric, which hugged her torso, and her giant tits, alluringly. Two straps went over her shoulders, leaving her arms and shoulders bare, her skin nicely tanned like her legs. The front had a deeply-scooped rounded neckline. Elliott almost licked his lips as he took in the impressive upper swells of his mother’s breasts and the dark teasing line of cleavage that disappeared down between her massive guns. Through the bright yellow fabric, he could make out the lines of her bra. He knew from some of his past jacking sessions that the bra was yellow as well, a gorgeous soft corn-silk yellow with intricate lace covering nearly the entire surface of each big cup. Like all of her bras, it was heavily reinforced with wire, which was necessary to carry the heavy load that was required by the sexy garment. He would have bet anything that she was wearing the matching pair of silky yellow panties that he knew she’d bought as a set with the bra. He’d painted the pronounced cups of that bra with his semen a number of times previously, usually while he’d had the matching panties in his mouth, his lips and tongue working to draw out his mother’s precious juices.

Elliott looked closely at his mother’s tits in the supportive bra. It looked to him like more of her soft tit flesh was being pushed up than before. Had his mother gained a little weight up top? It could be. He didn’t seem to remember that much flesh being squeezed into that sexy bra before. Whatever it was, it looked damn good.

“Elliott? Are you all right, dear? I asked how you are and you just seem to be standing there daydreaming?”

His mother’s words broke Elliott out of his stupor. “Sorry, Mom,” he said as he came around the counter and poured himself a glass of juice. “I’m okay. Just a little slow waking up, I guess.”

“Well, I’m making scrambled eggs and bacon, and I just poured you a cup of coffee. That should wake you up. Now, you’re in charge of toast. The rest of the stuff is almost ready, so you better hop to it, buddy-boy.” She gave him a big smile and ruffled his hair playfully before turning back to the stove.

Elliott couldn’t believe how bright and carefree his mother was acting. Her voice was as cheery as her yellow dress. Had last night really happened, or had he just been dreaming? He gave his head a shake to try and clear his thoughts. He slid some bread into the toaster and then looked over at his mother from the side, noticing the way the skirt part of her dress flared out over her curvy bum. He pictured flipping the back of the dress up and slipping his cock into her from behind, right there as she stood at the stove. He knew THAT image he was picturing was definitely a dream.

“So why are you all dressed up this early on a Saturday morning?” Elliott asked as he started buttering the toast while his mother divied up the food onto their plates.

“Oh, I guess you’ve never seen this dress before, have you?” Tanya replied as she set the plates down on the table. She looked down at what she was wearing, her slender fingers running down over her trim waist and then out over her wide hips. “It is fairly new, and I don’t think I’ve worn it before. Do you like it?” She did a twirl, the flounced skirt flying up playfully, showing more of her full creamy thighs.

Elliott gulped as he brought the plate with the toast to the table, his eyes feasting on his mother’s lush sexy body. He took in as much as he could, his gaze relishing every pronounced mound and inviting valley of her voluptuous form. “Uh…it…it looks great,” he stammered out. “I’m just not used to you being dressed up this early in the morning.”

“Well,” his mother replied, checking her watch. “I know the boys said they were coming over for a swim sometime today, and I just wanted to be ready in case they came over early. I didn’t think it would be appropriate if they showed up and I was still in my bathrobe.”

“Like you were last night when they came over and you jerked them all off? And then acted like a slut and licked up every drop of their cum?” Elliott thought to himself, guiltily knowing he’d love to see a repeat performance of that lurid event. But instead of saying what he was really thinking, he simply asked, “And you think that dress is appropriate for when those bullies show up?”

“Now Elliott, if this idea of the boys coming over here for some tutoring is going to work, I think you need to stop thinking of them as bullies. They just need a little understanding is all. Do you think you can do that for me?”

As his mother looked at him with those caring blue eyes, Elliott couldn’t help but give in to her wishes. He nodded in agreement.

“Good boy. Now, why wouldn’t this be appropriate?” Tanya asked, all doe-eyed innocence as she looked down at her pretty yellow dress.

“I don’t know, it’s just…just kind of…revealing,” Elliott stammered out, feeling embarrassed as his gaze ran up and down over his mother’s curvy body, his recently-jerked prick giving a little twitch.

“Nonsense. It’s a beautiful sunny day and this dress just seemed like the right thing to wear. I’m sure those boys won’t even notice.”

“Fat chance,” Elliott thought to himself, looking at the way the stretchy material of the bodice seemed to mold itself to her big tits. He knew those three guys would be eating up that same view, especially after what she’d done for them last night.

“Now, let’s eat our breakfast before it gets cold,” Tanya said as she gestured to Elliott’s spot at the table.

They engaged in idle chit chat over breakfast. Elliott helped clean up and once they were done, he went into the family room and started playing video games. After a few minutes, he noticed his mother go to the front window and look out through the sheer drapes, her eyes looking down the street in the direction that the boys would come from. She sat down across the room from him and flipped through a magazine, but he could see that she didn’t even seem to notice what she was looking at. She seemed somewhat anxious, and distracted. She tossed the magazine aside and stepped over to the window once more. She made a bit of a face and then made her way back to the kitchen, where she started making some noise with some pots and pans.

“What are you doing, Mom?” Elliott asked as he looked over his shoulder from his spot on the couch.

“Well, I’m not sure what time the boys will be here to go swimming, so I just thought I’d make up some pasta salad in case they got here early and hadn’t had lunch.”

“You’re going to feed them?”

“It’s just pasta salad, Elliott. And you know yourself what their home life is probably like. It’s probably pretty hard for their parents to take care of them, and their other children. And it’s not like a little pasta salad is going to break us.” Tanya gestured to the opulence of their home, which shut down any more objections from Elliott.

Elliott quietly turned back to the TV, becoming absorbed in his game as his mother busied herself in the kitchen behind him. A couple of times while she was cooking, she ventured over to the window, her eyes turned down the street.

“There, all done,” she finally said, coming back into the living room as she dried her hands on a tea towel. “It’s in the fridge and should be ready for lunchtime.”

“What if they don’t even turn up?” Elliott asked as he put his game on pause.

“You think they might not come?” his mother replied. He could see the look of near despair on her face as the idea registered.

“These guys aren’t the most reliable, Mom. They skip school all the time. They might just skip out on this.” Elliott was torn. Half of him wanted the three lugs to blow off the whole thing, while the other half of him wanted them there, just to see how they’d treat his mother after she’d jerked them all off last night.

“Oh well, hmm, maybe you’re right. There’s nothing to say they actually have to come over.”

Elliott could see that his mother actually looked quite sad at the prospect of the boys not turning up. She looked down at her dress, and the look on her face was as if she was wondering if she’d put it on for nothing. Like he’d thought earlier, he knew now from that look on her face that she’d put it on for their benefit. He figured maybe he’d played his hand a little too hard with his comments. “But then again, maybe it’s just too early for them. It is the weekend and I bet those guys like to sleep in. Maybe those dates they had last night went late and they’re just tired.” After making that suggestion, he could see the smile returning to his mother’s eyes, and he knew she was thinking about how those ‘dates’ had ended up, with her jerking off all three boys and getting a bellyful of cum for her trouble.

“You know, that might be it. Maybe whatever they did last night took a lot out of them.” As his mother paused in her words, Elliott thought about what she’d said and almost smiled, knowing she’d been the one who’d taken a lot out of them, a lot of thick milky boy-cum. “Well, if they come, they come. If they don’t, they don’t.” Once again, Elliott was shocked at his mother’s words, ‘if they come’. They came all right, in buckets, all over the table.

His mother got up and strolled over to the window once more. He thought she looked fantastic in the pretty yellow dress, the flouncy playful skirt giving him a nice view of her full thighs. He loved those thighs, often wishing he could spend hours on his knees between them, worshipping that pussy of hers with his mouth. He’d often fantasize about orally servicing her for hours on end, bringing her to one staggering climax after another, his tongue and lips numb from overuse. Those thoughts went through his head as she stood at the window, her eyes looking out as his roamed hungrily over those lush thighs and the rest of her curvy figure, his cock starting to stiffen.

“Oh! They’re coming up the street!” His mother turned to him, a big smile on her face before she looked back out the window, her hands smoothing down over the front of her dress. Seeing the somewhat surprised look on his face, Elliott’s mother composed herself as she gave a little cough, purposely taking the smile off her face. “I mean, I think that’s Jamal’s van. Oh yes, they’re pulling into the driveway, so I guess that’s them.”

Elliott stayed where he was on the couch, but he noticed his mother stop in front of the mirror on her way to the front door. Her hands came up and she brushed back a stray lock of hair, and then he saw her quickly adjust her boobs, pushing them up and together. Apparently satisfied, in the reflection, he spotted that innocent smile come back over her face before she turned and made her way to the door just as the bell rang.

They were out of his sightline now, but he heard the rumble of their voices as his mother let them in. Elliott paused his game, expecting them to walk right in. It took longer for them to come into the room than he thought, but when his mother led them in, he noticed she was pushing back another feathery strand of hair, and then she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, which looked wet. Her face looked a little flushed too. He wondered if they’d kissed her when they came in, just like they did before they left last night. If only they knew how she’d sluttishly lapped up their cum after they’d gone.

“The boys are here, Elliott,” Tanya said as the three big youths filed in behind her. Elliott noticed each one had what looked like bunched-up swim trunks and a beach towel in their hand, while Jamal carried what looked like a shopping bag of some kind in his other hand. Elliott noticed the boys eyeing up his mother in her form-fitting dress, their eyes checking out her massive tits.

“How’s it goin’, Elliott?” Zeke asked as he reached down to the couch and playfully tapped Elliott lightly on the arm.

When Elliott saw the boy’s hand start to come out towards him, he’d instinctively shrunk back, expecting the usual punch. He was shocked by the surprising tenderness of Zeke’s gesture. “Uh, it’s goin’ okay,” he replied, eyeing each of the boys suspiciously.

“I see you’ve brought your trunks,” Tanya said, nodding to the wads of clothing in the boys’ hands.

“Yes, it’s a beautiful day,” Jamal replied as his two pals nodded, “and that pool is looking might good.” He nodded towards the bank of windows as he spoke, but his eyes never left the MILF’s gorgeous body.

Elliott watched as his mother flushed under Jamal’s leering gaze, a demure little smile turning up the corners of her mouth. “I should have mentioned,” she said, “you didn’t need to bring towels. We have plenty.”

“Okay then. Next time we won’t,” Jamal said, emphasizing his words to make it clear that there would be a ‘next time’.

Tanya smiled as she replied. “Yes, next time.” She paused as Jamal nodded in agreement. “After your swim, did you want to start you tutoring sessions with Elliott?”

The three boys all looked at each other, Gunner and Zeke raising their eyebrows before Jamal turned back to Tanya. “You know Mrs. Cox, it’s Saturday, and really, nobody wants to do school work on Saturday, right?”

Tanya looked quickly at Elliott, who gave her a small nod. “Oh, okay.”

Jamal gestured to his two friends. “We were thinking maybe we could pop by sometime tomorrow and get started on the tutoring then, on Sunday. How does that sound? If it’s okay with you and Elliott, of course.”

“That sounds all right to me. Elliott?”

Elliott wasn’t looking forward to any of it, but he’d told his mother he’d give it shot. “I guess that would be okay.”

“Great,” Jamal said, finalizing things. “With that in mind, we’ve brought along a couple of things for the two of you.” He held up the bag he’d been carrying. He reached inside and pulled out a box wrapped with a red ribbon, and another package, about the size of a book.

“What do you mean? What’s that?” Tanya asked.

“As we mentioned yesterday, we can’t really afford to pay Elliott for his tutoring, and we feel pretty bad about that. But me and the boys here chipped in and bought a gift for each of you. You know, as a sign of our appreciation for what you’re doing for us.” Little did Mrs. Cox know that they’d made a ‘delivery’ last night for Zeke’s brother, which had netted them some decent cash.

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Tanya said as Jamal handed her the box with the ribbon on it. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s fine. It’s our pleasure. We really appreciate what you did for us last night.” Elliott saw the look of shock on his mother’s face as her gaze flicked to him, knowing she was thinking about jerking off the boys late last night. Jamal spoke, breaking the tension hanging in the air, “You know, last night, having us over for pizza and ice cream. That was very nice of you.”

“Oh, of course, pizza and ice cream,” Tanya replied. Elliott noticed the look of relief wash over her face.

“And it’s not just about last night,” Jamal continued. “We think that idea you had of us working with Elliott is great, and we’re looking forward to what he can do to help us.” Jamal paused as he blatantly looked Tanya up and down. “And we’re looking forward to what you can do for us too, Mrs. Cox.” Elliott saw his mother flush again. He could see Jamal notice it too, and was grateful the young black man didn’t leave her hanging out there twisting in the wind too long. “You know, in case we need a mother’s opinion on something. We can’t get good advice like that at home. Our moms are all too busy to have time for us.”

Elliott could see the relief on his mother’s face again. “Of course, Jamal. I’ll be happy to help if you need some motherly advice.”

“Great. That’s what we hoped you’d say.” Jamal gave Tanya a big smile as he stepped over to the couch. “This is for you, Elliott.”

Elliott looked at the small package. It was covered in Star Wars gift wrap, and wrapped poorly. The paper was crinkled and there were spots where it appeared tape had been pulled off before.

“Yeah, sorry about the wrapping job,” Gunner said. “All we could find was some wrapping paper from my little brother’s birthday last weekend. Go ahead, open it.”

“Uh, that’s okay,” Elliott said, his eyebrows furrowed, wondering what these guys would get him as a gift. He popped open the tape at one end and reached inside the wrapping. He pulled out what was inside and looked at what he was holding. “Wow! I didn’t think this was even out yet!” His eyes had opened wide as he looked at a video game. He’d had his name on a waiting list for the game. It was brand new and wasn’t supposed to be available for another week.

“Hey, we know a guy,” Jamal said as he shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s great. Thank you,” Elliott said, figuring their ‘guy’ had probably stolen it from some warehouse or something. But Elliott didn’t really care-having the game was the important thing.

“Great. We’re glad you like it,” Jamal said before turning back to Tanya. “Go ahead, Mrs. Cox. Open yours.”

“Well, all right, although you really didn’t have to do this,” Tanya replied as she happily undid the ribbon.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s our pleasure.” Elliott saw the Gunner and Zeke meet Jamal’s eyes as they all smiled and nodded as Tanya set the ribbon aside and opened the box. Elliott observed that shared look and wondered what that was all about. Curious, he watched as his mother lifted back some folded tissue paper to look at the gift inside. Her eyes opened wide and her hand went up to her throat for a second before she looked up, a shocked and surprised look on her face.

“Wha…” was all she was able to stammer out.

“It’s a bathing suit. We figured since you have this big pool, you could always use an extra bathing suit.”

“Well, I…I don’t know what to say?”

“Take it out. See what you think.”

“The color is gorgeous,” Tanya said as she reached into the box and pulled out part of the bathing suit. Elliott could see that it was a beautiful royal blue color. What she held was the top of a bikini, with two triangular formed cups which looked heavily reinforced, connected by a thin string of material. He knew now why Jamal had sent him that text asking what his mother’s bra size was.

“We thought the color would look nice with your eyes,” Jamal replied, which made Tanya blush again. As Elliott’s mother held the bikini top up, he thought the big bra cups seemed to be begging to be filled. She turned it around, looking at the little tag on the inside edge of one cup.

“How…how did you know my size?”

Jamal shrugged his shoulders. “I took a guess. I’m glad I got it right.” He turned to Elliott and gave the boy a little wink.

Tanya put the bikini top back in the box and pulled out the bottom. “Oh my,” she gasped.

Elliott had to take a breath too. The bottom was made up of two tiny triangles of material with long thin ribbon-like ties coming from each corner. He could see that it wasn’t a thong, but there wasn’t a lot of material there either. He knew that the idea of the skimpiness of the garment was what had caused his mother to hesitate.

“We saw it on a mannequin in the store and we thought it would look good on you. Right guys?” Jamal said, turning to his pals, who both nodded lecherously as they looked at the tiny pieces of fabric dangling from Tanya’s fingers.

“Well, I don’t know what to say,” Tanya said, placing the bikini bottom back in the box. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Jamal replied. “Now, that pool looks awful inviting. I think it’s time to go in.”

“Okay, you boys can go out and get changed in the cabana. Feel free to use the hot tub, if you like.”

Jamal had a perplexed look on his face as Tanya tucked the box under her arm. “Well, you guys are going to join us, aren’t you?” Jamal said. He gestured to Elliott as well. “That just wouldn’t seem right, us using your pool why you’re in here. It doesn’t seem like the polite thing to do.”

Tanya screwed up her face as she thought about what the boy had said. “I guess you’re right. It would seem kind of strange. I guess we could go in too. Elliott?”

All eyes turned on the frail 18-year old. He didn’t feel like having his scrawny form scrutinized by the well-built bullies, but more than that, based on what had happened between his mother and the boys last night, he wanted to see what they might try and do today. And if they didn’t have to worry about him being right there…well…

“I’d really like to try out my new game, if you don’t mind?”

“Are you sure, sweetie?” Tanya asked, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights as the boys all looked at her.

“That’s a great new game. Everybody’s been waiting for it to come out,” Jamal said. “That’s okay if Elliott wants to play it instead.”

Just as he’d thought, Elliott knew the boys would be just as happy not to have him around. “Yeah, Mom. You guys go ahead. I actually think I’ll play it in my room upstairs.”

“Oh, well, okay.” Tanya’s eyes flicked out to the pool, and then to the stairs. “I…uh, I guess I’ll go and get changed then. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Okay, take your time. We’ll see you outside.” Jamal nodded to the other two, who followed him out to the cabana set off to one side of the pool deck.

Elliott purposely waited to follow his mother to the second floor, his eyes getting a close view of the backs of her creamy thighs as she bounded up the stairs, the flouncing hem of the skirt even giving him a teasing view of her panties. Yes, corn-silk yellow, just as he’d thought.

“You know, Mom, you don’t need to go swimming with them. They’ll be fine on their own,” Elliott said once they’d reached the top of the stairs.

“I know, honey, but I’m worried about what those boys might think if I don’t. I’m worried they might get angry with us, and then I’d just be sick if they took it out on you.” She leaned forward and gave Elliott a quick peck on the cheek, the subtle scent of her perfume wafting into his senses, the alluring fragrance sending a pulse of blood right to his cock. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’ll be fine. It’s just swimming after all.”

His mother disappeared into her room to change, while Elliott went into his own room and shut the door. He tossed the new video game onto his desk and pulled his camera out of the drawer. If his mother was going to wear that new bikini, he definitely wanted pictures of that. He was already envisioning using those pictures for the jackoff session he’d have after his bullies left. He moved to the window and slid it open as far as he could, wanting to make sure he was able to hear as much as possible. He then pulled the curtains partway across, but left a good-sized opening which gave him a perfect view of the swimming pool and deck area. He only had to wait a minute or two before the three boys came out of the cabana and tossed their towels across some of the deck chairs sitting around the pool. All three were wearing loose-fitting swim trunks, which hung low on their hips.

Elliott looked enviously at the bodies of all three boys, wishing he had some of that bulk and muscle. They looked even more intimidating with their bare chests showing, each of them with toned, well-defined pecs and abs. Zeke was the thinnest, but he looked tough as sinew, the musculature clearly visible beneath his skin. Gunner was broader and thicker, with powerful-looking arms and a barrel chest. Elliott thought he looked like someone who you’d expect to be playing linebacker for a football team.

But it was Jamal that made the biggest impression. Elliott found himself doing a double-take as he looked down at the youth’s imposing body. Although of a similar build, he was taller and all around bigger than Gunner. His shoulders were broad and thick, and like his arms, they were corded with muscle that seemed to flow from one side of his body to the other beneath his smooth ebony skin. His pecs looked like solid plates of armor, well-defined and nicely-toned. And he had a stomach to match. Even from his second floor window, Elliott could see the defined musculature beneath the skin. With that six-pack, Elliott thought Jamal’s body would be perfect for one of those ‘Abs of Steel’ ads he’d seen years ago. As the young black man turned to talk to his friends, Elliott noticed the way the soft fabric of his swim trunks clung to the curving spheres of his rear end, the boy’s buttocks looking firm and powerful. And his legs matched the rest of him. To Elliott, they looked like the solid trunks of trees, the muscles in his thick thighs and well-toned calves a perfect match for the rest of his impressive physique.

Elliott’s attention was diverted as the boys all looked towards the house. His mother came into view, her body wrapped in a floral bathing suit cover-up. The piece of colorful fabric was tied behind her neck and reached to her knees, leaving only her shoulders and arms bare. She approached the boys and stopped, tossing a towel she was carrying onto a chair near theirs.

“Did the bathing suit fit okay?” Jamal asked. Elliott could see all three of them looking at her hungrily.

“It fit perfectly. And it’s so pretty. Thank all of you so much.”

“You’re very welcome. Like I said, it’s our pleasure,” Jamal replied. Elliott could see that all three boys were anxiously waiting for her to strip off the cover-up, but he could tell that Jamal knew the situation was somewhat awkward for her, with her knowing she was being watched so closely.

“Well guys, let’s go in. It’s getting pretty hot out here. I’m sure Mrs. Cox will join us when she’s ready.” He gave Zeke a shove, who lost his balance and fell in with a splash. The other two dove right in behind him, the three of them laughing as they came to the surface.

“Oh man, the water feels fantastic, Mrs. Cox,” Gunner said as he wiped the water from his face. “Come on in, join us.”

“Okay, I’ll be right in,” Tanya said as she reached behind her neck and started to undo the cover-up. “You boys have to promise not to splash me, okay?”

“We promise,” Zeke replied, the three of them ducking down to their shoulders as they waited for her.

Elliott moved closer to the window, his camera at the ready. He was watching his mother with just as much anticipation as the three boys in the pool. His mother flicked her head to the side, her blonde hair flowing in a teasing wave as she undid the knot at the back of her neck. She drew down the colorful wrap, and is it came away from her body, she tossed it aside onto one of the chairs.

“Oh, fuck me,” Elliott muttered to himself. He felt dizzy as he took in the view he had of his mother, her lush curvy body looking absolutely fantastic in the new bikini. The royal blue color was perfect for her, and he knew it would look amazing with her blue eyes. The bottom of the bikini barely covered the mound of her sex, the top of the front panel curving downward in the middle, as if inviting the viewer to slide their fingers down beneath the beckoning edge of fabric to explore in that direction. It was easy to see that she was cleanly shaven down there, Elliott thought. From his view of her in profile, he could see the back panel of the bikini bottom covered about half the breadth of her nice round bum-cheeks. It didn’t go into her like a thong, but it looked appropriate for a woman of her age, but still dead sexy. The slender blue ties attached to each corner of the panels tied high on her hips, emphasizing her wide motherly hips and slender waist. With the ties that high, it also made her legs look tantalizingly long. The bows dangling from the top of each curvy hip seemed to be crying out, crying out for someone’s fingers to reach forward and pluck the strings, allowing that sexy piece of fabric to fall away, exposing the delicious treasure lying beneath.

But it was the bikini top that drew Elliott’s eyes like a magnet. He couldn’t believe how big his mother’s tits looked in it. He’d always known they were huge, but they looked incredible in the nicely-formed bra cups. A thin strand of material connected the two big cups between her breasts in the front, with a slender tie that was fastened in the middle of her back. Two other ties lead from the top corners of the cups and rose to her shoulders, where he could tell they were fastened at the back of her neck. Even from his bedroom, he could see those two supporting strands of material were stretched as taut as bridge cables, straining under the heavy load they were carrying. Elliott had to take a breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at his mother’s enticing body.

He noticed that the top edges of the formed cups barely covered her areolae, while the reinforcing wire deftly hidden beneath the seams pushed the voluptuous mounds together and up. The result was breathtaking. Her cleavage was long and deep, the enticing line as dark as midnight. The ample mounds of titflesh seemed to swell over the edges of the confining cups, as if wanting to burst forth. Elliott gulped as he looked, wondering if he’d been right about his mother getting bigger up top. It sure looked that way, as if the bra size he’d given Jamal was fighting with all it’s might to contain the massive spheres.

“Well, I think that bathing suit fits you perfectly.” Jamal’s words broke Elliott out of his trance, for which he was grateful. He whipped his camera up and starting taking pictures, even as he felt his pecker stiffening in his pants.

“Do you think so?” Tanya said, turning slightly from side to side as the three boys looked at her, Gunner and Zeke with their mouths gaping open.

“Yes, I think it looks fantastic, and the color suits you perfectly. Don’t you think so, boys?” Jamal had to elbow Gunner to get his attention.

“Yeah…it…it’s really…it’s really hot,” Gunner stammered out, his eyes roaming up and down over Tanya’s mouthwatering form.

“Now, behave yourself,” Jamal said as he gave his friend a playful shove, but he didn’t fail to notice the little smile on Tanya’s face as she blushed. “Come on in, Mrs. Cox. The water feels great.”

“Just let me put my hair up,” Tanya said as she pulled a medium-blue scrunchie off her wrist and started to whip her hair up into a ponytail. “I don’t want to get it wet.”

“That’s a good idea,” Jamal said. “We wouldn’t your hair getting in the way of anything. Oh, I mean, you’re right, it’s probably best if you don’t get it wet.” He gave Gunner and Zeke a knowing smile as they watched her tend to her hair.

Elliott was snapping pictures like crazy. He loved it when his mother raised her hands to tie her hair back, the motion causing her breasts to rise up on her chest, the upper swells threatening to spill right over the edge of the cups. She playfully tossed her head from side to side, making sure her ponytail was tightly fastened. Elliott noticed that the blue scrunchie was almost a perfect match for the bikini. He thought she looked gorgeous as she daintily stepped over to the end of the pool, her honey-blonde hair gleaming as darts of sunlight glanced off it. With her hair pulled back, it made her elegant face and long neck look even more attractive than he remembered, and the way that bikini fit her shapely body was beyond words. Elliott couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he could see the boys felt the same. Four sets of eyes were riveted in place as she graciously made her way down the steps into the pool, settling down with the water up to her shoulders.

“See, I told you the water was nice,” Jamal said as she came closer to them and nodded. “Mrs. Cox, on behalf of myself and these two, we just want to thank you for inviting us. I can’t remember anybody ever being this nice to us, and being in a pool like this, it’s…it’s something very special, and we won’t forget it.”

“Thank you, Jamal, that’s so nice of you to say. I’m glad you’re having a good time. And that was so nice of you to bring that game for Elliott. You didn’t have to do that, and I could tell it made him really happy.”

“Well, just being here and giving you two those gifts makes us happy too, right guys?”

“Fuckin right!” Zeke said as he leaned forward, trying to see down through the water to Tanya’s breasts.

“Hey! Watch your language!”

Zeke cringed at Jamal’s reprimand. “I’m sorry Mrs. Cox. I don’t know what came over me.”

“That’s all right, Zeke. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before and sometimes a curse word just seems appropriate, doesn’t it?”

“Fuckin right,” Zeke repeated, a little quieter this time and with a guilty smile on his face. His comment made all of them laugh this time.

“Get out of here,” Jamal said as he pushed his friend under the water playfully. Gunner dove after Zeke and Jamal followed.

Elliott watched as the three boys swam and chased each other while his mother paddled around in the same area. They’d come back near her and talk about nothing in particular, and then go off for a more vigorous swim every now and then. Elliott was envious of the way all three moved fluidly through the water, their muscular bodies looking good as they swam effortlessly back and forth, diving down to the bottom and coming back to the surface time and time again. Elliott was hoping they’d get tired and come out of the pool soon. He wanted to get some more pictures of his mother. After about twenty minutes, it seemed the boys were thinking the same thing. They swam back near his mother and gathered around her. Jamal stood up next to her, his upper body totally clear of the water. Elliott saw his mother look at his toned physique, the water streaming off his muscular shoulders and pecs.

“This pool is amazing, Mrs. Cox. Would it be okay if we tried the hot tub?” Jamal pointed to the other side of the pool from where Elliott was watching from the window, the big hot tub sitting quietly ready.

“Uh, well, sure, if you like.”

“Great. Lead the way,” Jamal gestured to the steps at the end of the pool.

“Oh, all right,” Tanya said sheepishly as she made her way in that direction.

Elliott watched as she emerged from the pool, beads of water glistening like diamonds on her golden skin. He could see the other boys eyeing her up as well, her hourglass figure looking spectacular from the rear, emphasized by the bikini bottom ties that sat right at the tops of her hips. “Jesus Christ, what a gorgeous ass,” Elliott muttered to himself as he started snapping more pictures. He loved the way the bikini fit at the back, the bottom covering about half of her curvy bum, while leaving ample amounts of soft-looking skin visible to the naked eye.

He saw the boys share a smile as they followed her out of the pool, their gaze never leaving her spectacular form. She made her way to the hot tub, readjusting her hair and tightening the scrunchie around her ponytail. Elliott saw the boys open their eyes wide as she leaned over to turn on a button that activated the jets, her boobs almost spilling out of the jam-packed bra cups.

Jamal made his way up the steps at the side and climbed in, the bubbling water coming up to his thighs. He turned and stretched out his hand, offering to help Tanya in.

Elliott saw his mother give the young black man a grateful smile as she took his hand and climbed in. Jamal waiting for her to take a seat at one side, and then sat next to her. Gunner and Zeke followed, with Gunner taking the spot on the other side of his mother while Zeke sat next to Gunner in one corner facing the other three. Elliott was glad to see that the three sitting side by side were facing him directly, giving him a perfect view. All four settled down into the bench seats as the warm moving water rolled over them, the water coming up to their necks. The jets were fairly powerful, and under the direct sun, the surface was a sparkling frothy swirl.

Elliott noticed that when they’d all slid down in their seats, Jamal had put his arms out to each side along the back of the tub, one arm on the tub edge reaching behind to his mother’s far shoulder. Jamal said something and they all laughed, including his mother. Elliott leaned closer to the window, but over the gurgling and bubbling of the water in the hot tub, he couldn’t make out anything they were saying. It all just sounded like so much mumbling. And so he just watched, and waited, as the four relaxed in the tub, with bits and pieces of conversation going back and forth. Even though he couldn’t hear a word, he could see that all four were smiling and seemed happy. There didn’t seem to be much movement by any of the four, and Elliott was frustrated that with the sun reflecting off the bubbling water, he wouldn’t have been able to see anything even if there was something going on beneath the surface.

His frustration didn’t last very long because his attention was drawn to Jamal, who had sat up slightly, his face turned towards Elliott’s mother. Elliott could see her looking up into Jamal’s eyes as the young man spoke, and then the arm he’d draped along the back of the hot tub moved, his hand settling on her far shoulder as he pulled her towards him. Elliott found his own heart start to race as Jamal lowered his mouth to his mother’s, and his mother turned her mouth up to his, her eyes closing as the young man pressed his lips to hers. She let Jamal pull her close, and Elliott could almost feel the intensity of the kiss as Jamal moved his mouth against hers for a long time. He finally pulled back, and Elliott saw her eyes open halfway, her lips wet and gaping open. Elliott could see that the kiss had enraptured her, her face a mask of lustful desire. Jamal paused for a second and then moved in for another kiss, this one lasting longer than the first.

Elliott watched, totally awestruck by his mother blatantly kissing the boy right there in the open, and in front of the other two. Even after what he’d seen the night before, Elliott was still blown away by his mother’s behavior.

Jamal pulled back from his mother and settled back into his seat. As he did so, he took his hands and turned Elliott’s mother’s shoulders towards Gunner, who had moved closer on the other side of her. She compliantly turned, just as Gunner reached around to pull her to him. He pressed his mouth to hers, just as Jamal had done. Elliott thought that he heard a low moan, but over the gurgling water, he couldn’t tell for sure, and if he had heard correctly, he couldn’t tell which of the two it had come from. Gunner kissed his mother two or three times, and then he sat back as well, turning Tanya to face forward.

Elliott watched Zeke move forward on his knees in the hot tub, his body now in front of Gunner as he took his turn, holding Tanya’s face in his hands as he kissed her. Elliott saw her eyes close in blissful pleasure again as she surrendered herself to the kiss. He could see Zeke’s tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek, their tongues rolling together within her mouth.

When Zeke eventually sat back, Elliott saw his mother sit back as well, her hooded eyes looking sultry and alluring, her face flushed with desire. Jamal pulled her in for another kiss, which she eagerly accepted. Elliott saw Jamal’s other hand disappear beneath the water in front of her, and he cursed the powerful jets. He was sure Jamal was feeling up his mother as he kissed her.

After a minute or so of that, Jamal passed her to Gunner, who looked like he was groping her breasts beneath the water as well. And then it was Zeke’s turn, and Elliott was sure he was getting handfuls of tit-flesh, just like his buddies had.

This time after Zeke sat back, Jamal just looked at Elliott’s mother with a knowing glance, her eyes glassy. Elliott thought she looked like a purring kitten. He saw Jamal speak quietly, and then he shifted around on his seat, both hands beneath the water. Elliott gasped as he watched the boy lift his hand out of the hot tub, his fingers holding his swim trunks. He tossed them over the side of the tub, where they landed with a splat on the pool deck. He sat back, and Elliott saw Jamal take his mother’s hand and move it beneath the water towards his lap. His mother seemed to eagerly accept what he wanted from her, her teeth gnawing restlessly on her full bottom lip.

Elliott’s attention was drawn to her other side, where Gunner had been shifting around. His swimsuit came flying over the edge of the tub, joining Jamal’s in a puddled mess on the deck. It was only a second later that Zeke’s suit was tossed out too. Tanya’s attention was diverted from Jamal as Gunner took her other hand and brought it towards his lap as he sat next to her. Elliott could see her look down at the bubbling water, and then he saw her shoulder start to move. It moved rhythmically, and then she turned and sat straight up as she looked back at the water in Jamal’s direction, that shoulder moving as well. Elliott could tell she was jerking both of them off below the water, while he could see Zeke working his own cock while both her hands were busy with his two pals.

Elliott found his own cock regaining the intense hardness it had had earlier when his mother had first taken off her bathing suit cover-up. He reached down and quickly undid his pants, shoving them and his underwear right off. Wishing he could see what was going on beneath the swirling froth of the hot tub surface, he started stroking his cock. With his hand wrapped around his stiffening prick in a warm loving corridor, Elliott saw Jamal lean in close and speak into his mother’s ear. He saw a look of astonishment on her face as Jamal eased her out into the middle of the hot tub. With her spot on the bench vacant, he slid over and then lifted himself up from the bench, perching on the edge of the tub. With his mother facing Jamal directly, Elliott saw the young black man draw his feet up and set them on the seat, and then he let his strong muscular legs drift open.

“Fuck me, that thing’s huge!” Elliott muttered under his breath. He had a dead on view between Jamal’s spread thighs, right into his crotch, where his enormous black cock was standing fully erect. The enormity of the phallus made Elliott green with envy, knowing his tool was barely a fraction of the size. He could see the rigid prick throbbing with each beat of Jamal’s heart, the ebony skin glistening as the water from the tub ran off it. Not only was it long, Elliott thought, it was just so fucking big around. He wondered how any woman could take that monster inside her snatch without being split in two.

Jamal said something to his mother and reached forward with both of his large hands. His mother was stationed in the middle of the tub with the water up to her shoulders. Her hair was still pulled back in a ponytail, and Elliott could see her eyes looking hungrily at Jamal’s cock before she turned, her back now facing Elliott, the tip of her pretty ponytail dangling down into the water. He saw her move towards Jamal, and then the young black man took her head in his hands, his fingers sliding along the sides of her face and into her hair. His long fingers cradled her head as he pulled her closer to him, closer and up.

Elliott’s view of Jamal’s throbbing prick was now blocked by his mother’s head and upper body, her shoulders now clear of the water. Jamal turned his head slightly to one side and looked down, a big smile on his face as he brought Tanya’s mouth closer. Jamal gave a little nod and Elliott saw him say something quietly to his mother. He wished those damn jets weren’t running. He would have given anything to hear what Jamal was saying.

His mother gave a little nod of her own, her head moving up and down slightly within Jamal’s grasp. Elliott watched as Jamal wriggled his hips slightly from side to side, settling himself into position. He then saw the hands cradling his mother’s head pull her just a shade closer…and then they pushed down.

“Oh fuck me!” Elliott muttered to himself as he watched the lurid scene before him. Although Jamal’s cock was blocked from his view, he knew the boy was making his mother suck his cock! Elliott couldn’t believe it, but there was no doubt about it. Jamal pulled her mouth down a few inches, and then pushed it back up. He repeated the motion, down and up, down and up, his hands working her mouth on his cock. Elliott couldn’t believe how erotic it looked, even without seeing Jamal’s cock. It was so wickedly nasty and sexy to witness his mother’s head bobbing up and down like that, Jamal gripping her head firmly as he fucked her mouth. Elliott’s own hand instinctively went to his own raging prick, but he used all his willpower to hold off. He knew if he touched it he’d go off in a flash, and he wanted to wait to see what Jamal had in store for his mother.
Elliott’s attention was diverted from his mother as he saw Jamal raise his head, and then look directly up at his window! He took a sharp intake of breath as the young black man looked right at him, as if he’d known Elliott had been there all along. Elliott had thought the light would have been reflecting off the glass, keeping him hidden while he’d been pursuing his voyeuristic desires, but there was no doubt-Jamal was looking right at him, his big dark eyes looking right into Elliott’s.

Elliott was struck dumb, and couldn’t even move. He stood there, his eyes locked on Jamal’s. A big smile spread across Jamal’s handsome face, his teeth gleaming as his full lips drew back in a lecherous smile. Elliott felt like Jamal was reading his mind, and that smile let Elliott know that Jamal knew the truth about him, and how much he lusted after his mother. He’d basically said as much the night before, when he’d texted Elliott asking for her bra size.

As Elliott remained frozen, steadfast under Jamal’s knowing stare, he saw the young man nod slightly towards his mother, and then, with his eyes still locked on Elliott’s, he let go of her head. His hands came away, his fingers spread open wide in an exaggerated gesture, and then he placed them behind him as he leaned back, his hands supporting him.

The gesture, and Jamal’s nod, had immediately made Elliott look back at his mother, whose head was continuing to bob up and down on the immense black pole, even with Jamal no longer controlling her head. It was clear to Elliott that this is what Jamal wanted to show him, that his mother was more than willing to suck his cock, and there was no need to force her. She was his now.

Elliott couldn’t believe how excited he got just thinking about that, and watching his mother’s head bobbing up and down, her ponytail swaying rhythmically with her movements. Elliott looked down at his own rigid pecker as a jolt of perverted arousal shot through him. A sizzling drop of precum pulsed to the surface, the slippery cock-sap seeping from the tip of his cock and flowing down the upright shaft.

His attention was drawn back to the hot tub as he heard mumbled voices. As he looked up, Jamal was just finishing speaking to Gunner and Zeke. The two boys nodded and climbed up onto the side of the hot tub and sat on either side of Jamal, their feet on the bench seat beneath the water. Both of them were leisurely stroking their big cocks, their eyes glued to his mother’s head bobbing up and down on Jamal’s prick.

Elliott saw Jamal speaking to his mother, who never missed a beat as she kept sucking his cock. Her hands reached up from beneath the water, and Elliott watched as she wrapped her slender fingers around the surging pricks of the other two boys. All three of them were now sitting back on the edge of the hot tub, their stiffened arms behind them holding them up. They exchanged smiles and then they all looked down at her, watching her continue to service Jamal’s big black cock, her head moving insistently up and down. They kept this up for about five minutes, the woman’s hands pumping two hard cocks while another boy was using her mouth for his pleasure. Although watching her bobbing up and down from behind was one of the most erotic things Elliott had ever seen, he wished he could see her from their position. He knew it would be even more arousing to see close up those sweet pouty lips of hers travelling up and down Jamal’s long thick rod.

As if Jamal had read his mind, Elliott saw the boy push his mother off his cock and slide forward, standing up as he stepped over to the middle of the tub, the water level halfway up his thighs. Elliott saw his mother turn and watch him, wondering what was going on. Even from this distance, Elliott could see the rapturous desire in her eyes as she gazed at Jamal’s stallion-like cock, glistening traces of her slobber dangling from the head and underside of his monstrous prick. Jamal turned sideways and motioned to a spot in the water right in front of him as he spoke to the woman, his words mere mumbles as they drifted up to Elliott.

Elliott saw his mother nod obediently. She released the two cocks in her hands and moved beneath the water to the spot Jamal had indicated, turning so her pretty face was right in front of his throbbing prick. They were perfectly in profile now from Elliott’s vantage point, and he could see that his mother’s eyes were glazed over with lust as she moved closer and opened her mouth wide, a glistening jewel of saliva dangling off her bottom lip. Jamal wrapped his hand around his prick and pointed it downward, plugging the big mushroom head right into her hot sucking mouth. With her lips stretched almost to the tearing point, as the broad coronal ridge slipped deeper into her mouth, she locked down on the monstrous invader, the long hard cock totally within her possession.

As Jamal removed his hand from his cock, he turned and looked up at the window. Elliott was sure he saw the boy give him a wink as he started to rock his hips, fucking his mother’s face. Jamal even reached down to the side of her face that was directly towards Elliott, smoothing back a stray wisp of hair that had come loose from her ponytail, as if to give Elliott the best view possible. Elliott remembered Jamal’s comment when his mom said she wanted to put her hair up so it wouldn’t get wet. Jamal had said he “didn’t want it getting in the way of anything.” Elliott now knew exactly what Jamal had been referring to.

He could really see his mother clearly now, and the look of enthusiastic desire on her face was clear as day. She was hungrily bobbing her head up and down on the big black stick, her lips pursed forward like a fish out of water as she devoured the cock before her. Elliott could see sticky gobs of saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth. And every time she drew back towards the tip, Jamal’s cock shone with her spit, frothy strands of sticky saliva sliding down the shaft of his cock and hanging from his big egg-shaped balls. Elliott could see the boy was getting a hot, and seriously wet, blow-job. His mother was definitely a slobberer, and Elliott knew that hot wet mouth of hers must feel amazing to Jamal as she sucked him off. She could only take about half of the huge prick into her mouth, and Elliott could have sworn he saw a look of disappointment and frustration on her face as she tried vainly to take more. Even from up in his room, it looked to Elliott like his mother was purring inside, loving the way her mouth was being violated by the big black cock, even though it looked like it was stretching her jaws to the breaking point.

Elliott was carefully stroking his own cock now, knowing he was a hair-trigger away from shooting, but he was hoping to be able to hold off. He wanted to shoot at the same time as Jamal. He only had a couple more minutes to wait before he saw Jamal look down at his mother and speak quietly to her, and then his head turned up, his eyes closing as a look of pure bliss came over his face.

“Oh fuck, YESSSSSS!” Jamal groaned loudly, and even over the bubbling murmur of the jets, his words reached Elliott clearly. Elliott saw the boy’s defined abs flexing, and he knew a big load of hot teenage semen was speeding up the shaft of that thick black cock.

He turned his attention to his mother, noticing she was still bobbing feverishly on the boy’s throbbing erection. She pulled back to the top, her lips locked down with just the flared cockhead inside her mouth. Elliott saw her throat contract as she swallowed, knowing Jamal was filling her mouth with his potent seed. Jamal’s stomach muscles flexed again, and then a milky drop appeared at the corner of his mother’s mouth. The drop grew in size and started to flow down her chin and Jamal’s pulsing shaft. The young black man was filling her mouth, and the overflow was trickling from the corners of her lips. She swallowed again, taking another volley of cum into her welcoming stomach.

Watching his mother hungrily swallow his bully’s cum was all it took to send Elliott spinning over the edge. His hand had to barely touch his firecracker cock and it went off, spraying milky jizz against the wall beneath the window. His eyes were glued to his mother’s sucking mouth, her eyes closed in bliss and her face a mask of lust as she swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, as Elliott’s climax overwhelmed him. More glistening semen was seeping from the corners of her mouth and down Jamal’s pulsing shaft, some of it dangling lewdly from her chin and the boy’s huge nuts. Elliott found the pearly rivulets of cum wickedly arousing, and his own cock spewed more spunk than he thought possible, his whole body quivering with the power of his orgasm. He finally finished and was left gasping, but he could see that his mother was still working on Jamal’s shooting cock, more of that sizzling teenage baby batter oozing from the corners of her mouth. And he saw her swallow again, and then, finally, Jamal took her head in his hands and just held her still, letting her nurse at the oozing tip of his cock as his climax slowly waned.

Elliott was starting to recover his breath as Jamal lifted his mother’s head off his cock. Elliott could see the gobs of cum dangling from her chin now as Jamal looked down at her. As her glassy eyes looked up at him, he took his big index finger and drew it across her chin, gathering up his warm seed. He teasingly showed her his cum-covered finger, and then slipped it into her mouth. She eagerly accepted his offering, her eyes hooded in pleasure as she closed her lips over his finger and sucked at it ravenously. Jamal slowly drew his finger back and forth between her lips, like he was fucking her.

Satisfied that she’d licked his finger clean, he took hold of her head once more and brought her face closer, pulling her mouth between his legs. The smooth black skin of his sack was glistening with a mixture of her gooey saliva and his milky cum. He didn’t have to tell her what to do. Elliott watched his mother eagerly extend her tongue and run it beneath a pearly wad of goo hanging from his balls. She licked upward, her tongue tracing over the silky skin as she gathered in a mouthful of their combined juices.

Elliott saw Jamal look up at him and smile as his mother enthusiastically continued her work, getting every stray drop of the young black man’s semen, and her own spit, inside her. It looked to Elliott like she’d be happy to stay there all day, but after a minute or two, Jamal pushed her head back. He smiled down at her, and Elliott saw the look on her face. He knew that look. It was the same one he’d had on his face many times when he’d looked at his mother for her approval, and she’d given it. Those feelings had warmed his heart, knowing he’d made her happy and proud. And after sucking off Jamal, his mother had that same look on her face when Jamal smiled down at her. Elliott shuddered as he looked at his mother’s face, seeing how happy she was to be so subservient to Jamal. But he found himself wracked with guilt as well-guilt because he found it just as exciting as he found it disturbing.

His thoughts were broken as he saw Jamal turn and say something to Gunner and Zeke, his words still inaudible over the sounds of the hot tub. The two boys nodded and stepped into the hot tub, walking over to the middle. Elliott was shocked to see Jamal nod to Gunner and pass him his mother’s head, backing away as Gunner took her head in his hands. Gunner stepped forward as Jamal moved back. The blonde boy was quick to plug his rigid prick into the woman’s mouth. Elliott saw her eagerly accept the second cock, her mouth moving down the stiff shaft with no hesitation.

Gunner worked her mouth up and down for a couple of minutes and then passed her over to Zeke, who’d been standing next to him and leisurely stroking his own hard cock. They kept this up for a little while, passing her back and forth, gobs of saliva hanging off each of their thrusting rods.

Elliott was mesmerized as he watched, his cock stiffening up again already as he watched the lurid scene taking place below him. He was too spellbound by the two boys taking turns fucking his mother’s face to even notice that Jamal had climbed out of the hot tub and sauntered into the house. Gunner had her head back in his hands now, rolling his hips as he fed his surging phallus deep into her mouth, his fingers entwined in her blonde locks. He passed her back to Zeke, who plugged his dripping cock right back into that willing receptacle, his mother’s face glistening with saliva and precum.

Elliott’s hand subconsciously went back to his cock, his fingers circling his rising pecker. He pumped back and forth, mesmerized by what the boys were doing to his mother.

“Well, Kid, I guess you like what you see.”

Elliott spun around. He hadn’t heard the door of his room open, but Jamal was standing just behind him, his massive cock hanging out before him like a club. The tall young black man had caught Elliott unawares, and Elliott was dumbstruck, unable to speak, standing there with his pants off, his hand wrapped around his hard cock.

Jamal looked down at what he was doing, and then up into Elliott’s eyes as he nodded towards the window. “I bet you wish it was your cock your mother had her lips wrapped around, don’t you?” Jamal hefted his long black prick and brandished it in Elliott’s direction, shiny traces of his mother’s saliva shining on the surface of the ebony shaft. Elliott flushed, giving Jamal the answer to his question. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. But I don’t blame you at all. Your mother’s one hot-looking woman, and that mouth…fuck, that’s the best blowjob I’ve had in a long time.” Jamal paused as he hefted his heavy dick, as if presenting it to Elliott for inspection. “With just a little training, your mom’ll be taking this whole thing down her throat in no time.”

Elliott couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped his lips. The thought of his mother taking that enormous black cock down her throat was unimaginable. But the electrifying jolt of arousal that sent a pulsation of blood to his young prick was evidence of how wickedly exciting he thought the idea of that was at the same time.

Jamal smirked as he noticed the twitch in Elliott’s pecker at the same time a guilty look came over the boy’s face. “Yeah, you like the idea of that, don’t you, Smallcox? You like the idea of seeing your sexy mom taking every last inch of this big black stick down her pretty little throat, don’t you. Well, she’s going to, whether you like it or not. And she’s going to take it in all three of her holes before we’re done. Yeah, all three holes, from all three of us. We’ll keep your sweet mom so full of cum, the stuff’ll be running out of her.”

Elliott couldn’t help himself, listening to what Jamal said they were going to do to his mother had him rock-hard again. He stood there as if in a trance as he listened to his bully, his hand unknowingly stroking his throbbing erection.

Jamal could see right through the boy. Fuck, if that was his mom, he’d feel the same. How could you live in a house every day with somebody with a body and tits like that and not want to fuck her every which way but loose? And that face, and that beautiful blonde hair. Combine that with a body that was just made for fucking…fuck, the woman was absolutely gorgeous. No fucking doubt about it. And he’d picked up right from the start-although she’d tried to show how in control of everything she was-that she was submissive. Yes, a willing submissive just waiting from someone to take control and show her what that perfect body of hers was for. He’d seen it in her eyes when he’d rubbed up against her at the kitchen counter. Fuck, the little hottie had fucking come just feeling the thick log of his prick rubbing up against her ass. If she came like that, he couldn’t wait to see how she’d react when he fed every last inch of his black prick into her pussy.

He had some things in mind for this kid, too, things that he and his buddies would get a kick out of, while giving the kid his share of the thrills with his mother as well. With a woman built like that, there was definitely enough to go around. He just had a few questions for the kid first.

“Let go of that cock of yours for a minute.” Elliott’s hand stopped but he seemed reluctant to let it go. Whether he was embarrassed or just so turned on that he didn’t want to stop, Jamal didn’t care. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to get off soon enough, and I guarantee you’ll like what I have in store for you.”

Jamal nodded towards the window, and Elliott flushed again. Did that nod by Jamal indicate that he’d get a shot at his mother? “If that was the case…holy fuck!” Elliott thought to himself. He immediately removed his hand from his dick.

“Good. Now, how many times a day do you usually jerk off thinking about her?” Jamal could see Elliott hesitate, and he knew the kid was feeling guilty, but he was tired of this shit. “C’mon, Smallcox, I don’t have time for you to fuck around like this. If you want a shot at your mother, answer my fucking questions.”

There it was, Elliott thought. Jamal had put it right out in the open. He might get a shot at his mother. Just the thought of that gave him the courage he needed. “Uh, usually five or six times a day.” He answered with a shrug of his shoulders, his eyes looking away from Jamal’s as he felt his face flush.

“Five or six times? That’s pretty fucking good for a little white boy. Now, I want you to think long and hard about this next question. What would you like to do to her more than anything else? Fuck her? Have her suck you off? I imagine all of it, but what’s your favorite fantasy about her?”

Elliott really felt his face turning red now, but he knew he had to tell Jamal the truth, or he’d regret it for the rest of his life. “I uh…I really want to be able to use my…to use my mouth on her…on her, you know.”

A big smile came over Jamal’s face as he nodded. “So, you want to eat out your mother’s sweet pussy. Is that it? That’s what you think about the most?”

“Yes. Yes sir.” Elliott still found it difficult to meet Jamal’s eyes.

“Yeah, I can see you lapping at Mommy’s dripping cunt. I think that’s perfect for you. Now, what would you be willing to do if I tell you I’ll make that happen for you?”

With a look of alarm, Elliott looked down at Jamal’s monstrous cock, now hanging menacingly between his powerful thighs. It hung downwards, but well out from his body. Elliott was surprised to see that it hadn’t gone flaccid after he’d dumped his load into Elliott’s mother’s mouth. To Elliott, it still looked half-hard, as if it could be ready to go at a moment’s notice.

Jamal saw where Elliott was looking, and read the fear in the kid’s eyes. “Hey, don’t worry, we’re not going to tear open that little virgin ass of yours. But there will be some things I’ll want you to do, things I think you’ll like.”

“Uh, what kind of things?”

Jamal was starting to get pissed off. “Look, do want to stick that tongue of yours up your mother’s cunt, or what? I said I’ll want you to do some things for us, but I can guarantee that we won’t hurt you, or your mother, if you agree. And if you want a shot at that pretty little pussy of hers, you need to make that decision now.”

It took Elliott only a second or two to answer. “Yes sir. I’ll…I’ll do whatever you like.”

Jamal nodded, pleased with Elliott’s answer, and the respectful way he’d called him ‘sir’. “And I assume you’re a virgin, right?”

Elliott’s eyes dropped away, giving Jamal the answer that he’d already expected. A big smile came over Jamal’s face. “Don’t worry about that either. You won’t be for long. And it’s going to be fun for us to see that your mother’s going to be the one to bust your cherry. Now let’s go. I can promise you you’ll have a lot more fun than staying in here by yourself.”

Jamal turned and started walking towards the door. Elliott remained riveted in place, stunned by what he’d just heard, images of losing his virginity and having his own mouth glued to his mother’s pussy firing rapidly in his twisted young brain. Was it really going to happen? If he did what Jamal or the boys asked him to do, was he really going to get a chance to fuck his mother and lick her pussy? Jamal stopped at the door and turned, a stern look coming over his face. “I’m not gonna tell you again, you little fucker. Move it, or both you and your mom are gonna regret it.”

Elliott tucked his throbbing prick into his pants and followed eagerly, wondering what was going to happen next.

…to be continued in Chapter 4…