3 comments/ 25044 views/ 2 favorites Mom's Night In By: sweetnpetite Writer's notes: Romance- what does it mean? To some it means chocolate and roses, jewelry and dinner in a fancy restaurant. But for most women, I think true romance is being appreciated and known. A romantic gesture is not a formula to follow, it's personal. It's about remembering little things, showing that you have been paying attention, and a real desire to touch the other's soul, to bring them happiness and pleasure and to connect. There are no roses or chocolate in this story, it is a simple story of two people, taking a break from the demand of 'the real world' to rediscover each other. So come and escape with them and enjoy... ************* When I came home from work, the first thing I notice was that everything was very clean. The next thing I noticed was that it was quiet. “Where’s the baby?” I asked my husband, Kurt. “She’s staying the night at Grandma’s,” he told me. “So we have the house all to ourselves.” He led me into a sparkling clean kitchen I vaguely recognized as my own. Our table had been set with a crisp red tablecloth and two place settings of our good china and crystal. A flower centerpiece was flanked by elegant white taper candles in silver holders. Steam rose from the food, tastefully arranged in serving dishes rather than pots and pans. “What’s the occasion?” I asked lightly. “I just wanted to show you how much I love you,” Kurt said, putting an arm around my waist. I could only look up into his deep blue eyes and smile. “So what’s on the menu?” I asked as he pulled out my chair for me. “Mmm,” he said grinning. “Don’t make it so easy for me.” I grinned back. “All right then, what’d you cook?” “Baked rolls, shrimp and scallop pasta, steamed vegetables, twice baked potatoes and chocolate torte,” my husband listed. I should mention that Kurt is a professional cook, but rarely has time or energy to cook fancy meals at home. I look at my husband from across the table and my eyes fill with adoration. “Why don’t you slide your chair over by me honey. You’re just too far away.” Kurt scooched over close and brought his plate. We took turns feeding each other, like we had in our early dating days. We spent some time reminiscing about what great times we had when we first met. “You know, I still love you as much as the first day I saw you,” he told me with a beaming happy face. I threw my arms around his neck, impulsively, as if I were still that 19 year old girl. “I love you too. And I love this diner- but I think it needs to cool off before I can eat it. Why don’t you come in the other room with me?” My hubby got up and followed me to the bedroom. I was overwhelmed by all that he had done for me. My job is very stressful but so it his. He had arranged for a babysitter, cleaned the house and cooked dinner, all in the time that I was on my commute home. “I want you to know, that I appreciate you,” I told him. “Not just this, but everyday. You work so hard, and you are so good to me. Emily is lucky to have you as a father.” My face must have been glowing with pride. Kurt reached up to cup my face in his palm, and stroke my cheek with his thumb. Suddenly I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world, and he was the strongest man. He leaned in to kiss me with so much tenderness, I thought I was going to cry. When the kiss ended and I looked at him again, the tenderness was gone. What I saw instead was a hunger, a passion that had been missing for so long in our marriage. He kissed me again and I could feel the urgency of his embrace. I wondered what could have brought this on, but I didn’t question. I returned his kiss, letting myself be swept away as I had when I first realized that I was falling in love with him. The years seemed to melt away, and we where back to a time when the universe existed just for the two of us. His nimble fingers where unbuttoning my shirt. His lips blazed a trail over my now revealed flesh. My body felt cold and hot, tingly. Anticipation was surging through me. His lips worshiped my cleavage, his hands explored my torso as if for the first time. Rather than grabbing only at my breasts, he touched me everywhere. I had forgotten how good his touch felt, how it had thrilled me. I had forgotten how it made me forget all my promises, not to go to far to fast, to take it slow, to make him wait. We appreciate more what we have to wait for, I had tried to tell myself. But his touch had been more than I could resist. I had fallen in love, and in lust. But I had forgotten all of that in the day to day grind. But I was remembering now. His hands flew over my body, removing my clothes with lightning speed. If I had wanted to resist, I couldn’t have, but I didn’t’ want to. I only wanted to bask in this newly returned passion as long as it lasted. I realized that I was behind, I went to work undressing him. I lifted his shirt over Kurt’s head, and kissed his chest. I loved the way he thrilled at my touch as if it were all new and exciting to him as well. I felt as if I where bursting inside to have him close to me, to join in union with him. I wanted him to make love to me, truly make love; not as a euphemism for sex, but as a creation of something so beautiful it was beyond words. That was how he made me feel, how he made the moment feel; beautiful beyond words. I let him pull me up to a sitting position. There I was, legs wrapped around his waist, sitting on his lap in my bra and panties; him naked from the waist up with an enviably sexy bare chest. I could feel his mounting excitement through his jeans, and ground my body against him. He groaned as I teased him through his clothes, sucking on the tender spot on his neck. His hands where busy unclasping my bra, a skill he had long ago perfected. But now he fumbled a little as his hands shook with desire and anticipation. I blew softly over his ear and whispered gently, “I want you.” I continued to grind into his lap. “I want you,” I whispered again. Now he was kissing my neck, and pulling me closer, into his throbbing erection. Electricity shot through my crotch; my panties where starting to feel damp. The friction formed by the bulge in his course jeans sliding over my silky briefs was frustratingly arousing. I tried to work his belt buckle and continue to rub myself over him, but it was slow difficult work. Finally I got it free, and pulled the long leather strap from the loops that held it in place. The sound of his belt whipping loose caused me to tingle all over my body. I fumbled with his button fly, but it too difficult. I whispered again to him slowly. “I want you- to make love- to me.” Something seemed to burst inside of him. He tossed me on to the bed and flew out of his pants in an instant. His boxer-briefs were quick to follow and then he was on top of me, quicker than lightning. His kisses now were filled with even more hunger and yearning. The only thing between the two of us were my thin silky panties, damp with my excitement. I loved his kisses, loved his insistent touch; I wanted it to last forever. I tried to keep him from sliding my panties down over my thighs, I really did. I tried to resist as he slipped them past my knees. After that it no longer mattered that they were grazing my calves, tickling my ankles, brushing past my toes. It was a loosing battle, and defeat had never tasted so sweet. “Take me,” I murmured as Kurt plunged into my eager sex. Our bodies came together in a way that was so familiar and yet so new. I felt an incredible sense of longing, of having missed him without even knowing or realizing it. Now our bodies were meeting in a delicious re-union of ecstasy. I wanted this to last all night. As Kurt thrust in and out of me, his warm hands pushed my arms over my head, trailing from my shoulder sensuously up my slender arms. Stopping at my wrists to give them a slight squeeze, he sent a shudder of excitement traveling through my body. I adore the feeling of being oh-so-gently held captive, trapped beneath the weight of my strong masculine lover. The warmth of his skin against a tender pressure point, the primal feeling of being taken, the release that comes from feeling helpless; all this and more combined to make that gentle pressure such a turn on for me. Following the wrist squeeze, his hands found and clasped mine. “Open your eyes,” he whispered. My lids opened and my gaze met his. In that moment, I felt a wave of love and intimacy. Flooded with emotion, I could feel the tears rolling down my face as we made love holding hands and looking into each others eyes. I smiled to let him know that they were tears of joy. As his body moved up and down over mine, he returned the smile and lowered his head to gently kiss my lips. I knew that he understood and it increased my feelings of closeness. Our eyes locked and I whispered, “I love you.” He searched my face, “I love you too. You’re all I need.” The flood overtook me, washed over my body and beyond; through my essence and my soul. The words were so simple yet so profound to me in that instant. At that moment, we were everything to each other, an eternity in a moment, sufficient in every way. What I experienced can only be described as a soul orgasm. The very essence of our beings joined as if to fulfill a purpose. My physical body responded but my awareness of my climax seemed to take place on a higher level, a plain of pure bliss. I could feel him filling me, shooting his warm seed deep into my womb. My mind spiraled through time and space, landing softly in my warm and tingling body. The two of us lay snuggling together for quite some time, enjoying the warmth of each others bodies. There were kisses and whispers and loving banter exchanged. The smile I wore from ear to ear assured him that it was indeed ‘good for me,’ and even I could feel the glow of happiness warm my face. After a time, he mentioned that he got the news that he finally received the promotion- and raise- that he had been hoping for. “It’s a good thing, hon,” I said with a grin. “I think we just made Emily a little brother!” --- Writer's note: I hope you enjoyed the story. Don't forget to vote, and send feedback. I appreciate feedback and always try to reply. Mom's Night In Hurriedly, I finished up the last of my work for the day, eager to get home. The twenty minute commute seemed to take an hour, row after row of three bedroom two bath brick and vinyl ranch style homes, and then finally the driveway to my own quarter acre paradise. I flung open the door, greeted by my loving brood. Ross and Janie were stretched out on the floor in front of the TV, watching a game show and munching on chips. "Guys, homework, Now" I said snapping my fingers as I rushed past them and into the kitchen. I could not believe my luck, in an hour or so; I would have the house to my self for the rest of the evening. My husband, realizing that I could not possibly sit through another pre-teen movie had agreed to take them this evening. Yes, it took begging. Yes, it took pleading. Yes, I would never hear the end of it, but it was all going to be worth it. I threw the chicken in the oven, dumped some frozen veggies in a pot of water and plotted my evening. I fondled the pack of cigarettes in my pocket gleefully, I hadn't smoked in my own home or around the kids in years, and tonight I was going to light up. First a long hot bath, then a cigarette and a glass of wine, and then, who knew. I was roused from my planning by the buzz of the oven timer and the hum of the garage door opener. He was home, dinner was ready, and everything was going according to plan. I broke open the seal on the paper plates and tossed them on the table. Steaming barbeque chicken and California blend were served. After dinner, he looked at me, I could see the fear in his eyes. Kissing me on the cheek as he gathered up the kids, "Wish me luck," he mouthed as I pushed them out the door. I locked it and waved at them through the window as they left. I knew he secretly hoped that I would change my mind, take pity on him and accompany them, but I needed this time, mom's night in. I popped in a jazz CD and ran my bath water, the white bubbles rose high in the tub. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror as I undressed. Although middle age was fast approaching, I admired my form. The breasts jiggled; cupping them I held them up, hefting them to their position of prior glory. Sliding my hands down my stomach, I traced the outlines of stretch marks. Turning around, I laughed, my boobs were heading south and my butt east and west, I had to laugh or I'd cry. I posed in my sexiest position, "Hey baby, got a light?" I lit my cigarette off one of the myriad scented candles that surrounded the tub. Gingerly, I eased myself in to the steaming hot water. I sat back, tracing circles in the fading bubbles; I just let my mind wander. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the forbidden cigarette, maybe it was just the fact that for the first time in months, I had an evening alone, but I was feeling pretty good, and pretty frisky. I thought diabolical thoughts, hmmm. Yes, I had a plan. Hurriedly, I dried off, securing my robe; I raided the kitchen drawers finding a set of C cell batteries. I cackled as I tiptoed off to my bedroom. Searching under the bed, I found the long forgotten shoebox, brushing off a layer of dust bunnies, I opened it. Resting amidst an assortment of abandoned condoms, unnecessary since I was pregnant with Janie, there it was. I felt sort of guilty, my husband was suffering through endless bubble gum snapping dialogue and I was about to give myself endless pleasure. I slid the batteries down the long shaft, it rattled to life. Recently, between overtime, the kids, housework, and family commitments, there was barely time for sex, let alone using a long forgotten toy. Eagerly, I hopped up on the bed; I had at least an hour left, plenty of time. I trembled nervously, what if they came home early? "Not to worry," I told myself, the doors were locked, and I would have plenty of notice. I untied the belt of my robe, laying back; I massaged my nipples, chills running down my spine as they hardened beneath my fingertips. Shyly, I opened my thighs, I was excited and ready, but I was still nervous about getting caught, I pulled the comforter up over my partially nude form. Gingerly, I stroked myself; the sensations making my clit harden and come to life. I felt my coarse pubic hair beneath my fingertips as I slid my fingers down, massaging my throbbing opening, I was delighted by the wetness I caused. I couldn't wait much longer, greedily; I gripped the pink plastic device plunging it in to my quivering hole. Fumbling clumsily, I turned it on, at first it sprung to life on high, I eased the setting down to low, feeling the walls of my vagina gripping it sending me reeling on waves of delight. I imagined that my husband was watching me, grasping his own pink hard member in his fist, stroking it, urging me on. I could almost hear him, "Just like that babe, cum for me," his voice thick with lust and want. "Pretend that's my cock, babe, fuck it for me." Obediently, I followed his directions, sliding it in farther and farther till the hub was all that was left out. "OOOhhhh," I cried out unable to keep quiet. I didn't care if I got caught, the gentle vibrations of my toy, the fantasizing about my husband watching, I could feel the vibrating pink tip against my clit, it was hot and wet with my juices. I pretended that my husband was standing over me, jerking himself off. I pretended that he was instructing me to lower the comforter so that he could watch, urging me to spread my legs wide, opening my pussy for him to see. Warm, sticky torrents of cum gushed out of me as I rocked my hips and turned my vibrator on high. I shuddered in pure delight as I slid the toy out, turning it off. I was roused from my self-induced after glow by the slamming of the front door. Hurriedly, I turned off the bedside light, tightened my robe, pulled up the covers and slipped my toy under the mattress; I had gotten away with it. I heard the tromping of feet, and squeals of laughter from my daughter as he tucked her in, I heard him say goodnight to my son. I lay there still heady from pleasure as I heard him turning off lights and locking doors. He tiptoed into our room, shutting the door behind him. "You awake?" he asked as he sat on the edge of the bed. I moaned pretending that I had just woken up. His clothes smelled of popcorn, I grinned, it would be a while, I had no doubt, but he would be taking the kids to more movies. He slid under the covers, I snuggled close, playfully, and he grabbed at my breast. I opened my robe, urging him on. He kissed me deeply and suckled on a nipple. He slid his hand in between my open thighs. "Hmmm, already wet?" he asked jokingly. "What did we do while I was out?" he asked as he slid his fingers inside of me. I could feel his cock against my leg; it was hard, peeking out of his boxers. I tugged on it playfully. "Did we dip into the toy chest tonight?" he asked as he massaged my already firm clit. I blushed in the dark, without a word, I slid the toy out from under the mattress. "Yes," I replied as I put it in his hand. The toy was still warm and a little sticky. He turned it on and gently slid it deep into my vagina, lowering his head, he lapped at my clit, the vibrations from the toy combined with the sensation of his warm, wet, tongue were unbearable, I cried out as I came for him. "That's my girl," he moaned. I opened my legs wider, lowering his shorts, I bid him entrance. He eagerly thrust himself inside of me. He was relentless, rocking into me hard and deep. I urged him on, guiding him, wrapping my legs tightly around him. Every muscle in his body tightened as he came. We held each other afterwards; gently I tugged on his chest hair. "I'm going to have to take the kids out more often," he said smiling down at me. I got up, taking the toy into the bathroom with me, I washed it, I was getting ready to take out the batteries and return it to the shoebox under the bed when he spoke up. "No, let's put it back under the mattress, I want to play with it again sometime soon. I want to watch you play with yourself, I want to tell you what I want you to do." He was blushing as he told me this secret. Smiling, I grabbed his chin, pulling his face up to mine; I kissed him mouthing the word, "ok". I slid our toy under the mattress, turning off the light and pulling up the covers, I snuggled in for the night. He was already sound asleep, as I waited to drift off I thought about his little confession and about my own. I fantasized about him watching me, he fantasized about watching me, and I could hardly wait to play with our toy again. I hoped we got the opportunity soon. Maybe, I could con my sister into taking the kids for a night this weekend. We had both enjoyed my night in, a night in together would be all the better. After all, toys are a lot more fun if there's someone to share them with. Mom's Night In The Van It wasn't that I didn't like my dad, it was just that I thought he was kind of a buffoon. A buffoon that had got real lucky, but he was the kind of guy who never realized it was luck that got him to where he was. It was Dad's good fortune to be at the right place at the right time and by a series of coincidences end up married to a woman who was far superior to him in just about every way. When she was young Mom had gone to an all girl school. One night she met my father at one of those mixers. Dad was what one might call a townie, he had grown up in a large family in the same town that my Mom was going to college in. The night they were to meet, Mom's boyfriend had called to tell her that he thought their relationship wasn't working out ( he would later call begging to get back together, but by then it was too late) and that they should take a break from each other. Mom took the idea pretty hard and decided that it was a good night to get loaded on cheap beer and to find the nearest available guy and lose herself in a night of tawdry sex. The nearest available guy was my father - a guy whose life was about to change radically. It seemed the condom that my Dad was using had been in his wallet a little too long, that night it couldn't stand the action and it broke. The result of that happy accident would turn out to be my oldest sister. Mom being a good girl, married my father and they proceeded to settle down and have two more kids, with me being the youngest. By the time I was 18 she had just turned 42 and my older sister and older brother had moved out of the house. Let me tell you a little bit about my Mom, she looks a lot like Suzanne Summers. Same face, same body and beautiful naturally curly blonde hair that a little past her shoulders. But, her most compelling quality is a kind of sexual magnetism she exudes. Where ever we go I always notice men staring at her, sometimes in the most lustful fashions. Nobody seems to be immune to her, or to her charms. Men are constantly tripping all over themselves trying to please her, and most of the time they make complete fools of themselves. As far as I knew she had never been unfaithful to my father, even though, as he had once told me ( with some pride) that he didn't see the need to have sex more than once a month. Even my friends were not immune. One day, over a few, illegally purchased beers my friend Chad told me that he was in love with my Mom. I thought he was joking, but the more we talked the more he convinced me he was serious. Before we had graduated in the fall, Chad had been a star football player for our high school team ( that's how I knew him. I played defensive end ) and a good-looking son of a bitch. In addition to his handsome face and body, Chad was hung like a horse. I knew that he had waxed the ass of almost every girl in the school worth having, so I was surprised to find out that he was fixated on my mother. When he asked me if it bothered me that he wanted to sleep with my Mom, I had to confess that it didn't, and if he wanted to go for it, he was more than welcome to. I may have objected if I thought he had a legitimate shot, but I knew my Mom and she wasn't the type to cheat on her husband - especially with a guy her son's age. I didn't think much more about it, until a week later when Chad brought up the subject again. He said he had been racking his brains but had not been able to come up with an idea of how to go about getting into my Mom's pants. After joking around a bit, I suggested he borrow his brother's van conversion ( a great fuck truck if there ever was one) and I'd talk my Mom into coming to the drive-in movies with us. I told him, we'd all have a few beers and at some point I'd split, and he'd have his shot. The one condition I laid down for arranging the whole thing was that he would hook up a video camera in the van so I could catch the action ( I thought it would be a good laugh watching my prudish mom fending off his horny advances). Chad enthusiastically agreed. He felt that if I could help him get her drunk he would take it from there. That weekend my father left for a out of town golfing trip with some of his buddies. So, Chad and I realized that it was the perfect time to put our plan in to action. I told my Mom that Chad and I were going to a drive in movie, because a girl I knew might be there. She laughed and told me good luck. That evening right before I left I innocently asked my Mom what her plans were, she told me that she didn't have any. I told her she should come with us to the movies. At first she laughed and asked us why in the world two young studs like us would be interested in having an old lady along. "We're not interested in having a old lady along. We're interested in having my young sexy Mom come with us." I said, and then added, "why just the other day Chad was telling me that he thought that I had the best looking Mom of anyone we knew." Mom was flattered, and I thought I detected an air of excitement when I said that. I wondered if Chad may have a better chance with her then I was giving him credit for. Mom finally agreed that maybe it would be fun to go, and at least it would get her out of the house. Chad picked us up at 6:30 in his brother's van conversion. Chad came from a rich family, and the van was posh. It had a no windows in the back ( for privacy), a double bed, and a killer stereo system. A perfect date vehicle. As Mom and I were getting into the front seat, Chad whispered to me that the camera was all set. I winked at him and off the three of us went. Mom looked great that night, she was wearing a white tank top and a pair of tight fitting Levi's. She must have been wearing a wonder bra, because her tits looked magnificent. Chad said that there was some cold beer in the fridge, and Mom and I were welcome to it. He said that would stay the designated driver. Mom joked that my friends always seemed on such good behavior when she was around. I laughed and wondered what she would think of Chad's behavior later. I went back and got a six pack from the fridge, by the time we got to the drive-in Mom and I were ready to start in on a new six pack. The drive- in was showing a double feature of horror movies. The Movie was not very good, which fit nicely in to the plan. By the first half-hour Mom was bored, and said that her head was spinning a little. Chad suggested she go lie down and Mom took him up on his offer. About five minutes later, Chad flipped a switch on the dashboard, whispered to me, "video camera." I gave him the thumbs up and patted him on the back and wished him good luck as he climbed in to the back of the van. "What are you doing back here?" I heard my Mom ask. "I thought I would just have a couple of tokes on a joint I brought," Chad said, "want a hit?" "I've never tried it before," Mom said. "First time for everything," said Chad, as I heard him spark the joint. Sticking her head out from behind the curtains that separated the front from the back Mom said, " Chad, wants me to get high with him, what do you think, kiddo? " "Go for it." I said, " You're not an American until you've gotten high in the back of a van at the drive in." I heard Mom laugh and she said to Chad, "OK, I don't want to be unpatriotic. What do I do." Chad explained to her how to inhale, and in a few moments I heard her softly coughing. After that there was silence for awhile, except for the movie, as they must have been passing the joint back and forth. "Don't you want any of this?" I heard my mom ask me. "No thanks, hon, I'm cool," I replied. "I feel very relaxed," my Mom said. "I can make you feel more relaxed," Chad said, "lie down and let me rub your back." "Well I won't say no to a back rub," Mom giggled. "Thank you kind sir." I heard her stretching out on the bed. "Now, don't let me catch your hands wandering to low." After a couple of minutes I heard Mom let out a low moan and say, "You're very good at this." I took that as a cue to leave. "Hey, guys," I said, "I just saw that girl I told you about walk by, I'm going to follow her. Take off when you feel like it, I'll get a ride home from her." Mom stuck her head out again. "Are you sure? We can wait for you." "I'm sure," I said. I heard Chad say "hey you, I'm not finished with you." And I saw mom being tugged in to the back again. Mom reached out and grabbed my hand and squeezed. "Got to go now," she said grinning, "have a great time." "You too," I said and climbed out of the van. I caught a ride home with some friends, and went up to my room to watch some tube and wait for my Mom to come home. Around 3 AM I heard Chad's Van starting up the driveway. I quickly turned out the light before they came in to view and watched. The Van pulled up and Chad turned off the engine. I sat and watched for almost 15 minutes, finally the door opened and my Mom got out. She looked a little wobbly. Chad climbed out and went to her side and grabbed her as she was walking a way. He pulled her back towards him and kissed her. The kiss grew quite passionate and the Mom opened Chad's shirt and began kissing his chest. Chad started rubbing mom's crotch through her jeans. At one point he practically lifted her off the ground as he dry humped against her. For a moment their actions made me think they were going to fuck right there, but finally Mom pushed him away and said good night and came in side. I pretended to sleep as I heard Mom stop by my door and then walk down the hall to her room. The next morning I woke up around 10 and called Chad. He sounded sleepy, but he told me to come over and check out the tape. I hurried down stairs and found my mom sipping coffee out on the patio. "Where are you going?" she asked me cheerfully. "Going to a softball game with some friends," I said. "With Chad?" she asked nervously. I ignored the tone. "No, I called, that bum said he had other plans, I guess I'll see him tomorrow.......Hey by the way, I didn't hear you come in last night. I must have been dead to the world. What time did you get in?" "Oh, We got in late," said Mom. "We fell asleep in the back of the van." "Alright, well I'll see you tonight than," I said. "Good, let's have dinner tonight, just the two of us, I miss talking to my son," she said. I kissed her good - bye and was off to Chad's. When I got to Chad's place I went up to his room. Chad handed me the tape. "Before you start watching, I want you to know that I really love your Mom," he said. "Is that why you're letting me watch a tape of you two?" I joked. "Well, I love you too, man," he said with a laugh. I switched on the tape, Chad had skipped forward to the point where I got out of the van. Mom was lying on her stomach and Chad was massaging her back. After a few minutes he asked. "Why don't you take off your shirt?" Mom giggled, "I don't think that would be such a good idea." "Oh, come on Mrs. Browning, it'll feel a lot better." "O.K, but are the doors locked up front? I don't want Tommy walking in and seeing me with my blouse off," Mom said. Chad went up to lock the doors and Mom slipped out of her tank top. She was wearing a white, lacy bra, and her breasts were straining to get out, as Chad came back she laid down again. Chad continued to work on her back, and after a few minutes he unclasped Mom's bra strap and began to massage that area more vigorously. Mom was quiet. Chad got a little more daring and started to gently rub the side of Mom's breasts from time to time. Instead of objecting Mom just gave a contented sigh. Chad then worked his way down her back to rub the top of her ass cheeks. Mom writhed in pleasure. He reached around and pulled her hips up of the bed and Mom followed his lead and arched up a little toward him, sticking her butt in the air. Chad's hands reached around and undid Mom's belt buck and unfastened her jeans. "Chad," mom whispered breathily, "you shouldn't." "It'll be easier to rub you," he said. "This is a crazy," she cooed, "but it does feel good." Mom lifted her hips again and held on to her panties as Chad peeled her jeans off, taking off her sock and sneakers in the process. He immediately set back to work, massaging her back. This time when he got up to her breast he put his hand under the bra and scooped her tit up. Mom lifted off the bed to give him easier access. Chad massaged her naked tit, playing with her stiffening nipple. Mom made no effort at all to stop him, instead she started to writhe in pleasure. Chad put pressure on her hips and flipped her over, Mom was now on her back and Chad pulled the bra that was still on her breasts completely off and threw it on the floor. I know this may seem strange, but I realized that this was the first time I had seen Mom's breasts in all their glory. And they were beautiful, round and firm with big nipples that were now erect. I didn't get a chance to look too long because Chad lowered his head and began to lick, suck and bite Mom's tits. Mom began to respond breathing heavily and then she stopped him and pulled him up so she could kiss him, at first softly and then with deep tongue kissing. After a few minutes of this and some serious dry humping Chad broke away, got up and began tearing his cloths off. Mom watched him in silence. "God, do I want to fuck you," Chad said. "Honey, we can't do that. I'm married," said Mom, "I can't be unfaithful to my hus-" Mom stopped talking when she saw the size of Chad's huge penis. She was mesmerized. Chad used her pause to his advantage, he reached down and skinned Mom's panties right off her. "Chad, we shouldn't," Mom said, as she spoke her eyes were glued to Chad's powerful erection. "Should I get a rubber?" Chad asked. "I not sure we should do this at all," Mom said. "Look," he said " let me just feel what it's like to be inside you, we can stop if you say so, but let me just feel what it's like to be inside you. If we don't my balls will explode." Mom thought about that for a moment. "Will you promise to pull out after just a few seconds?" Mom asked meekly. "I promise to pull out the second you tell me to." Chad moved on top of my Mom and she grabbed his big prick and guided it to her wet snatch. At the entrance Mom paused for a second and said, " I can't believe we're doing this......just for a few seconds right?" Chad nodded. "Alright, pushhhh." Chad pushed his huge cock into her. Mom gave out a high pitched yelp. Automatically her legs wrapped themselves around Chad's back and pulled him tighter to her. They kissed deeply as he began to slide in and out of her. "God, you feel good inside me," Mom whispered. "You're unbelievably tight Mrs. Browning, it feels like I'm inside warm velvet, I've never felt this way before." "I can't believe we're doing this.... Ahhh... Don't stop, I'm going to come soon." Mom cried out. "Should I get a rubber?" Chad asked. "We should stop, but not yet. If you come in me, it's alright because I'm protected." Chad now picked up the pace and was really starting to put it to her. I heard mom tell him that she had never had a cock so wonderfully big filling her up. They were fucking wildly, building to a massive crescendo. Mom was calling out Chad's name, Chad was telling her how much he loved her. "Oh I love you too, baby. Your going to make me COMMMMMMEEEEE!!!!!" Mom's orgasm gripped her and she clung to Chad's body, savagely in the hold of a mind shattering orgasm. Suddenly Chad stopped pumping, he gripped Mom's ass hard and he froze. You could see on the tape that he was coming, releasing a flood of semen in to Mom's warm embracing cunt. "OH I'M CUMMMIIINNGG!!!!!!" Chad bellowed. "Oh yes Chad, come in me baby, I LOOOVVEEE YOOOUUUU!!!" Mom screamed. Mom was racked by a second powerful orgasm. The lay together for a long time, kissing, Chad never withdrew his penis, and eventually they started fucking again. This time Chad flipped Mom over and began to give it to Mom from behind. Mom's face was buried in the pillow as Chad plowed in to her. At one point the rat turned to the camera and smiled. The tape went on like that for several hours, with them doing it in literally a dozen different positions. Every once in a while they would take a break and talk for a few minutes but then get right back to the action. They did everything. At one point Chad wanted to take my Mom up the ass, but Mom said that she was cherry back there, and she didn't feel right about it, because her husband had begged her for years to do it that way and she had always refused. Chad was insistent though, and finally mom consented. Mom took Chad up her shit chute like a champ, using nothing more then just spit and cum as a lubricant. Mom had two more orgasms like that and Chad had a tremendous orgasm shooting a big load up Mom's ass. Afterwards they talked about how great it had been, and mom said she was glad that he was the one to do that to her. Mom told Chad that their night had been wonderful, but that she couldn't betray her husband again like that. Although we had fast-forwarded through many parts, the tape ran for a good three hour. One session of 69 seemed to go on at least forty-five minutes - at one point I was amazed that Mom could still breath, as she had his piped jammed completly down her throat. The tape was just finishing up when Chad's phone rang. It was my Mom. She wanted to know if Chad wanted to meet her at a hotel for a few hours. Chad quickly agreed and they made plans. So much for my Mom's promise to remain faithful As I was walking home that day I thought about my Mom and Chad. I was pleased how things had worked out, I liked Chad and I was happy for him, but I had to admit I felt a little jealous. I wanted to be the one screwing my Mom in a hotel room. With this thought in mind, I began hatching a plot...........But, that's a story for another time. Mom's Night Out This is a purely imaginary story, set in a Bengali household in India. ________________________________ My mom Shobha Banerjee, aged forty-five years, has been divorced by my father some seven years back. Mom is around five feet and three inches tall with a very fair complexion. She has a very sexy looking face with thick, lush, pouting lips and a perfect set of pearly white teeth. Shoulder length black hair with a reddish tinge of henna frame her face. A bit on the fatter side, her hips are wide, the type Indian men go crazy for. She has a couple of folds of extra fat on either side of her midriff. That makes her look more alluring. Her 28DD breasts are like two large bouncy globes. Having accidentally watched her changing her dress, I had seen her bare breasts a couple of times. Sagging slightly, they are shaped like domes or large onions. Two fat, juicy, upright nipples; deep brown in colour and the size of large grapes stand up proudly on a large base of light brown areolas adorning her large milk pots. Mom's large round asses, shaped like two big globes sway alluringly when she walks. Mom usually dresses up in very low cut sleeveless blouses, which show the full length of her white, fleshy arms; a lot of cleavage and the major portion of her back. She wears her saree an inch below her navel, which again is an exquisite part of her body. Her navel is a perfect nice little hollow, centered right in the middle of her white fleshy belly. Bengali women are known to be some of the hottest women in India and mom fits the tag perfectly. Although she hasn't had any man in her life since my father left her, she turns the head of every man whenever she goes out. I have watched how men, young and old, ogle at her voluptuous body with undisguised lust in their eyes. I don't know why she has not married or denied herself a boy friend after her divorce, but the way she carefully flaunts her ripe sexy body, would make even an impotent man regain his sexual vigour. I have a few friends and one of them is Hamid. He is my best friend. Hamid is actually five years older than me. But since we live in the same locality we have become friends. Hamid is a very big guy. Also being a football player, he has a strong muscle bound body. Girls never fail to notice Hamid and a lot of them secretly desire to sleep with him. Naturally, he has an enviable sex life. I was very close to Hamid for many reasons, but one important reason was that Hamid had initiated me into sex. Had he not coaxed one of his widow aunts to have sex with me, I would have remained a virgin till date. Hamid has no dearth of women as I have already stated. From young virgins to mature married ladies, the women considered themselves extremely lucky if they could get fucked by Hamid. I, on the other hand had only his widow aunt Zaheeda. We had to keep our relationship a very closely guarded secret, not only because it was illicit, but also because a Hindu guy having sex with a Muslim woman would not be taken too kindly by either of the societies. One evening, Hamid and I sat together for a chat. We had a bottle of beer each and a plate of fries. The topic revolved around sex. Hamid asked me how I liked fucking his aunt Zaheeda. Although Zaheeda was a few years older than my mom, closer to fifty and a bit skinny, she was a very horny woman and fucking her was a delight. I said as much to Hamid. "Actually, all mature women have a greater craving for sex. In fact, I enjoy sex more with mature women than with young girls," Hamid remarked matter of factly. I had sex with only one woman in my life, who was a mature woman. From my own experience, I could tell that Hamid wasn't far from the truth. The evening was wearing on and the alcohol had made both of us a bit mellow. Sipping bear from his mug, Hamid lowered his voice a bit and asked, "Your mom hasn't had any man in her life after her divorce?" I replied in the negative. "If you don't mind my saying...," Hamid trailed off. "What? Come on. Speak freely," I said. "...she must be horny as hell," Hamid completed his sentence. I remained silent, unsure as to what to say to that. "Sorry Sandip, if I have hurt your feelings. The thought just came to my mind. No hard feelings pal." There was a tinge of regret in his voice. "Not at all." I was quick to assuage Hamid's feelings. The last thing I wanted to see was any kind of misunderstanding between the two of us. "Actually, I am not too sure about her sexual feelings. She has never expressed her thoughts to me," I replied thoughtfully. "Its OK," Hamid said somewhat relieved. "Actually, Shobhaji is a fine healthy woman and if I am honest, her dresses are pretty provocative," Hamid continued. I couldn't disagree on that. And the fact remained that whenever Hamid had visited our house, he had a difficult time trying to conceal a very large and visible bulge between his legs which appeared whenever mom came near him. Although my mom treated Hamid as just my friend and smiled and chatted with him whenever he came to our house, I have always had a faint suspicion that the appearance of this very sexy lady aroused Hamid strongly. "Maybe, your mom does want sex with a man, but is afraid or hesitant to express it. It was the same with Zaheeda aunty you know?" Hamid asked questioningly. "I knew she wanted to be fucked desperately, but it took a lot of convincing on my part to make her sleep with you. Very few women are overt in nature," he continued. Sipping from my mug, I nodded silently in agreement. "Sandip, Bengali women are very horny and have an insatiable appetite for sex," Hamid said. "I agree with you totally on that one," I replied with a mischievous smile. Hamid laughed aloud and then said, "Your mom being a Bengali woman and also for the fact that she hasn't had a man for such a long time, must be horny as hell. That's what I was saying at the beginning." "Your logic is quite sound," I replied, also laughing aloud. Here Hamid lowered his voice substantially and said, "There has been something else in my mind for some time. I wanted to talk to you about it. But being unsure as to whether it would be proper, I have refrained from raising the point with you." "When I have heard so much, I might as well hear the rest of it. Come on," I replied quickly. "You sure...?" Hamid asked hesitantly. "Of course" I was quick to reply. "Well...," his voice had dropped to a whisper, "Sandip, I find Shobhaji very attractive and sexy. I always think about her. She is in all my dreams and fantasies. I know I am too young to marry her. But I want to make love to her. Somehow I want to have her in my arms and kiss her." He said it all in almost one single breath. "But how?" I asked aloud, wonder in my eyes. "Leave it to me Sandip. Just tell me if you would mind if I tried to seduce her? But believe me, both, your mom and I would enjoy immensely from the experience. But if you find it objectionable, I wouldn't proceed." There was an earnestness in Hamid's voice. "I have no objection to that, if she consents to your proposal. After all both of you are mature adults," I said calmly. "Thanks. I will invite her to dinner one day and then let us see what fate has in store for us," he said almost gratefully. The next day, Hamid came to our house to invite mom and me for a dinner at his place in the evening. Mom was very inquisitive as to the occasion. Hamid said that he had intended to invite her for a very long time, but had some problems till now. The problems having cleared, he wanted to have her as a guest. Mom readily agreed with a smile. On the appointed day, in the evening mom and I arrived at Hamid's house at around eight in the evening. Mom had taken a lot of time for her makeup. She wore a black chiffon saree, a daringly cut sleeveless blouse and matching black high heel slippers. Her dress exposed her extremely fair, fleshy body more than it concealed. Moist red lipstick on her lush lips made her look like a sex goddess. Her nails were also painted in a shade of red matching with the colour of her lipstick. Her feet were adorned with silver anklets and toe rings, while she wore black glass bangles on her wrists. Her vampish looks was arousing even to me. Hamid welcomed us warmly. He was smartly dressed too, in a tight fitted jeans and a fitting T shirt. Food was ready to be served. There was some alcohol too. Mom didn't take alcohol. All the same, Hamid asked whether she would like some gin. He assured mom that gin had a nice tangy taste and was a ladies' favourite. Mom, after much persuasion, agreed to take a little. She obviously liked it as she took the glass without prompting after Hamid refilled it. Hamid and I took whisky. After the drinks steaming hot mutton biryani (a dish made with rice and mutton) and mutton curry were served. The food was extremely well cooked and delicious. We agreed to extra helpings without much persuasion on Hamid's part. After finishing our food, we had one more round of drinks as we sat down to chat. After a while, I asked for permission to leave as I had a little bit of urgent work at home. I told mom to continue with her chat for some more time, after which Hamid would bring her home. She agreed to that. Obviously, she was finding the chat refreshing and enjoyable and didn't want to leave so early. I, on the other hand, instead of going home actually concealed myself in the adjoining room to watch the proceedings. That had been arranged by Hamid beforehand. Immediately after I had left, Hamid sat himself next to mom on the sofa. "Shobhaji, I am unhappy that you didn't like the food," he said with some hurt showing on his face. "Oh no Hamid! In fact I liked it immensely. It was great." mom said. "Why did you refuse extra helpings then?" Hamid asked. "I had two extra helpings. My stomach was full after that. I couldn't take more, believe me," mom explained. "I don't believe that you couldn't have taken more. Let me check your stomach to see if it is full or not." There was mischief in his voice. "Sure, check," mom said promptly. She had obviously lost some of her inhibitions on account of the good food and under the influence of alcohol. She appeared somewhat unrestrained and was mirthful. Hamid placed one hand on her belly, took the other hand behind her back and also put it on her belly from the other side in a sort of embrace. "Hmmm...I think you told the truth after all," Hamid told, his hands roaming all over mom's fleshy, sexy belly. She made no effort to remove his hands either. Lust gleamed in Hamid's eyes and a visible bulge was noticeable under his jeans. "Shobhaji, may I ask you a personal question with your permission?" Hamid asked. "Permission granted," mom said with a throaty laugh. "Why haven't you remarried?" Hamid asked looking inquiringly into mom's eyes. "Marry at this age? And having a grown up son too?" she queried incredulously. "OK, you can at least have a boy friend" Hamid persisted. "Besides you are far from an old hag. I find you an extremely beautiful woman." Hamid was trying to be at his seductive best. His embrace around mom's waist had become tighter and his right index finger was probing her navel. "Well then find me a boy friend," mom said with an amused laugh. "I have already found one. He is sitting next to you," he replied, looking intently into mom's eyes. "Thanks for the joke Hamid. I liked it," mom said laughing again. "This is no joke Shobhaji. I am serious. I really love you. As a man loves a woman. I have long dreamt of holding you in my arms, to kiss your wonderful lips" the words blurted out of Hamid's mouth. He pulled her close to his chest and put his warm lips on her cheek. "Nooo...!" mom exclaimed loudly in protest. "I am your friend's mother. I am like your mother too. You must not bear such thoughts about me Hamid." She pleaded earnestly as she tried to free herself from his tight embrace. Hamid moved his hands from her belly and cupped her face in a flash. He looked longingly into mom's eyes. "I know where our relationship stands. You are my best friend Sandip's mom. You are like my mom," he said haltingly. "But you are not my real mother. I respect your seniority, but I also love you as a man loves a woman," Hamid continued. "In fact, I fell in love with you the day I first saw you. Shobhaji, you are the woman of my dreams." The earnestness in Hamid's eyes was intense. He couldn't be shaken off and was slowly overpowering her resistance. Mom realizing that she might not be able to defend herself much longer, made one last ditch effort. "I understand your emotions Hamid, but you and Sandip are friends. If he comes to know about it, your friendship will be lost for ever. He will even hate me, his mom, for that. You have to understand it," she tried in her most appealing voice. Hamid seemed to have a ready answer to mom's last protestations. "Shobhaji, please don't worry about that. Sandip understands that you have your physical demands and that you have abstained for a long time. He would not mind in the least if you and I have a relationship. In fact, I have already talked to him about that earlier. Trust me." He removed the last hurdle with his reassuring voice. Mom had no answer to that. Hamid's hungry lips encircled her luscious, ruby red lips. He was not just kissing, he was sucking her lips madly. The warm hungry kiss dissolved her last resistance. Hamid's tongue probed the inside of her mouth and entwined her tongue in his. Mom found herself slowly responding to his hungry kisses. Encouraged by her responses Hamid threw open his T shirt. His bare, broad, muscular and hairy chest was open before mom's eyes. She stared at his chest in open admiration. Long years of abstention had finally aroused the fires of passion deep within her. She ran her fingers through the hair on his broad, muscular chest. Hamid wasted no time in unbuttoning her blouse. With her active co-operation, the flimsy blouse came off her body in seconds. Mom's voluptuous breasts, held in the tight confines of a black lacy bra were screaming to be freed. Hamid's hands moved to her back and unclasped the straps as the bra came off. The ample, white, glorious milk pots adorned by the gorgeous brown areolas and the fat, juicy nipples stood out in all their glory. Hamid dragged her to his chest and almost crushed her huge tits in embrace as his lips once again set out to kiss mom's neck and his teeth nibbled at her earlobes. Hot sighs escaped from her lips as she visibly enjoyed the foreplay. Hamid's hands lowered to cup mom's mammoth mammaries and squeezed them hard. A low squeal escaped her throat, but Hamid was unrelentingly cruel. The acres of white female flesh had made him hungrier than anything he had ever felt in his life. He took one of the nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twitched it while the other was taken between his hungry lips. It seemed that Hamid was madly sucking a big ripe black grape. That left mom moaning loudly. She was pulling Hamid's head with both her hands, bringing it even closer to her boob. There was not a shred of doubt that mom had succumbed to her passions. "Mmmm...delicious...absolutely delicious," Hamid remarked approvingly, tugging one of her juicy nipples with his lips and savouring the taste. He next set himself to disrobe mom completely. His deft hands found the spot about an inch below mom's sexy navel, where the folds of her saree were tucked. He pulled it out dexterously with mom showing very visible signs of encouragement. Hamid unwrapped the saree from mom's body with her active cooperation. Her black petticoat was the last piece of clothing to come off her body. There she lay totally nude in all her glory. Hamid quickly freed himself from his jeans and with only his briefs on pounced on mom's naked body like a hungry tiger who had found a prey after a long wait. Mauling her breasts with both hands, Hamid sunk his face on her fleshy belly to give a long hot kiss as mom squirmed with pleasure. His warm lips planted hot kisses on her wide hips, as it slowly came down along her fat, creamy thighs to her feet and sucked her left big toe like a lolly. Each kiss, each movement of his expert tongue, took her to greater heights of pleasure as clearly evident from her moans, which grew louder and louder. Then he flipped her on her stomach with her bottom up and again his hot lips planted hot kisses from the nape of her neck, all the way down her back until it hovered on her hips. Hamid grabbed mom's large globe like fleshy ass, mauled them viciously and parted them to reveal her small ass hole. His tongue licked all along the crevice of her ass and came to rest on her ass hole where it darted in and out like a serpent's tongue. "Ohhh nooo...." Mom's scream trailed off as Hamid unrelentingly set her hotspots on fire one by one. His hands firmly clasped her thighs, pulled them apart and his tongue set out to complete the rest of the journey from the crevice of her ass to the bottom end of her cunt as she still lay pinned down on her stomach. This was proving too much of a pleasurable punishment for mom as she began to thrash her legs out of pure ecstasy. Mom's sex, having been dormant for so many years had jumped to life under the careful and well orchestrated stimulations of Hamid. Hamid flipped her over on her back and parted her legs. Her thick, jet black pubic bush glistening with her juices lay exposed in all its glory. She was nearly prepared to take Hamid inside her, but he was not finished as yet. He planted his mouth firmly on her pussy and his roving tongue darted in and out, slurping the oozing juice. Mom was clenching her teeth as if she could bear it no more, when his tongue started to tickle her clitoris. "Ahhhhh...." mom screamed and bucked her hips violently that almost threw Hamid off the bed. Hamid pinned her down and determinedly continued with his erotic game of teasing her clitoris with his tongue. Out of pure ecstasy, she raised herself partially from her supine position, grabbed Hamid's hair with both her hands and pushed his face deeper into her pussy. "Lick it, every drop of juice in my cunt." The hitherto sex starved woman imploring loudly as her voice trailed away. Hamid was only too glad to oblige her and continued with his tongue play even more vigorously. Minutes later, mom's body began to quiver vigorously. Her face contorted and her thigh muscles tightened around Hamid's face. "Aaaahhh...aaahhh...aaahhh," she screamed like a woman possessed. The pupils of her eyes dilated and her cheeks flushed crimson as she exploded and a sharp spray of her carnal juices hit Hamid's mouth. Hamid continued to lick her pussy dry as if he was drinking the nectar of life. It seemed unending. Mom's eyelids drooped and her face showed unadulterated bliss derived from the just concluded sexual encounter. "Shobhaji...," Hamid started to say, when she put a finger on his lips. "No. Just call me Shobha. I know no word that could explain the pleasure you gave me today. No word of thanks is sufficient Hamid." There was genuine gratitude in mom's voice. Hamid embraced her tightly, planting kisses on her cheeks as she hugged him equally tightly. This time there was no resistance from her. She was welcoming him for more. "Shobha baby, this is just the beginning. I have a lot more in store for you. I will explore every crevice of your hot, sexy body. Making you cum was one of the greatest pleasures of my life so far. Trust me, I will never allow it to end," Hamid said endearingly. "Take me as you wish Hamid. From now on, I am all yours," mom replied with equal affection. "Yeah baby, I know you belong to me only and I will give you the greatest pleasure of your life" Hamid said as he once more began to tweak her right nipple with his fingers. Mom's Night Out This is a true story that involves my wife Katy. She is 36 years old and we have a daughter, Tessa that is 18. Doing the math on that you would know that I got her pregnant in high school and by the time we both graduated from college, we already had a 4 year old. My name is Joe and I am an engineer and my wife use to be a successful real estate agent. She stands 5'2" with long dark hair, blue eyes and an hour glass figure. Her 34c breasts and round ass are the highlights of her 110 pound tanned body. In a word, she is a knockout. Katy has always been very sexually aggressive. Having married so early, she had only been with me and as time went by I could tell she was getting restless in our relationship. And with our daughter recently off to college, Katy now found a renewed sense of independence. She started hanging out with friends she meet through her real estate dealings that both acted and dressed like they were ready to fuck. Their nights out together was always home gatherings, dinners, movies and shopping. And Katy wandered in usually between 10-11 pm. This pattern changed abruptly on her "Mom's Night Out" to a dance club picked by her friend Vivian who was the sluttiest of her friends. The girls left at 8 o'clock and Katy wore a very sexy, short red dress with 4" heels. They drank a little before they left and I could tell Katy was already a little tipsy. I didn't worry about this too much because she was not driving. She kissed me as they headed for the door saying she would be home about 12. I did some work and feel asleep at 10. I awoke at about 5:30am to the sound of the shower in the guest bedroom. I thought that Katy slept in the guest bedroom to avoid waking me up as I had done for her when coming home late from business trips. I opened the bathroom door to say good morning and obviously startled her. I told her I was making coffee and went downstairs. To my surprise, the washing machine was running which never happens at that time of day. When I opened the lid, I found that the only things in the machine were the clothes Katy wore to the club including a dress that in the past she had only dry cleaned. When I lowered the lid I touched a sticky substance that was smeared on the front of the machine. Thinking it was laundry detergent, I went to wash it off and finally realized it was another mans cum. When I went back in our bedroom with my heart racing, Katy was passed out naked on the bed half covered with the comforter. I wanted to wake her up to have her explain the evening, but just as I was about to do that I noticed hickeys on her neck and upper back. I pulled back the comforter, the first thing I noticed as she lay on her stomach was her asshole was slightly gapped and visibility red. And from what I could see of her pussy, it was also bright Crimson. I put the comforter back over her comatose body and numbly walked downstairs. It seemed obvious what had happened as I sat in the kitchen in shock. While contemplating what I was going to do, I heard a cell phone beep and noticed Kay's purse on the counter. I pulled out her phone and very soon after was 100% aware of her evening. I looked through the pictures which started out with just her and the girls at the club cutting up. Than there began to be pictures with black men mixed in. Than there with pics of my wife dancing with a huge black guy, than 2, than 3. Than there was a video of her 3 three girlfriends to her saying, "You got set up bitch. Looks like black cock tonight for the prim and proper princess Katy!". There were pics of Katy making out with three different black guys with their hands up her dress, on her naked ass and sucking her nipples all while still at the club. The worse were the pics sent from three unknown numbers. They showed Katy being fucked by at least three huge black cocks. There were pics of her sucking a cock with another in her pussy, other pics of her taking it up the ass, cream pies, facials and lastly sucking a black cock while they were clearly parked in our driveway. I had to catch my breath so I got in the car and started driving. I drove right past work so I called in sick. The rest of the morning was a blur as I sat in the car at the park trying to figure out my next move. I loved Katy, but I felt I could never forgive her for this. I looked down at the pictures I transferred to my phone and still could not believe my eyes. One guy had to be almost 12"s and was nearly balls deep in Katy's ass at one point. I would have thought she was raped except for the board smiles she was flashing even at the end, lying cum covered eon the bed with spunk dripping out of her cunt and ass. With the thought of confronting and humiliating her, I drove home. When I got there, Katy was up in her robe talking to someone on the phone in the kitchen. I walked in and waved my hand for her to hang up. She grimaced and kept on talking to someone named Reggie. She was laughing and giggling while telling him how much she enjoyed the night. I was turning red but she just looked me in the eye and keep on talking. When she got off the phone she said matter of factly that she was going out. Just as matter of factly, she mentioned that Vivian had shown their boss some pictures and she was no longer employed. I blew up and started screaming at her about what a slut she was, but she just dropped her robe and began putting on a pair of micro shorts that would barely cover her ass and pussy. As she turned I noticed a tattoo to the left side of her shaved cunt. It was clearly a black spade to permanently mark her as a black cock slut. I stopped yelling and again stood in shock. The doorbell rang and she rushed to the door in her micro shorts, see through top and high heels. She immediately hugged this 6'4", muscular dark black man as he reached down and stuck his tongue in her mouth. They kissed deeply for a few minutes in the doorway before leaving, him walking her to the car with his hand on her ass in full view of the neighbors. I never left the living room while waiting for her to come home and about 3am I heard a car pull up. Katy walked in naked from the waist down carrying her shorts. She was still high and reeked of cum. As I got up, she kissed me with sticky lips, pushed me down on the couch and straddled my face. Thick cum began oozing out of her holes as I tongued her gapping cunt and asshole. I brought her to orgasm as she jerked and sucked me off. Afterward, we hugged and kissed as I ran my hand through her cum streaked hair. She confided in me that she was fucked in all holes by 4 of her boyfriend Reggie's friends. Katy also said that both her fuck sessions were videoed and would be sold to multiple porn sites. As we were going to the bedroom after calling it a night, Katy casually mentioned that Tessa was coming home next week for spring break. She said that her and Reggie and his boys would be taking her to the beach for the week. I was not invited but did get to see the videos. Mom's Night Out In the midst of this action, Hamid undid his briefs and his eight inches long and two inches thick, circumcised cock sprang free from its confines. The skin was deep chocolate in colour and the head was large, bulbous and deep red in colour. It was glistening with the dew of his pre-cum and swaying like a raging python. His pubic hair was cleanly shaved and beneath the base of his massive erection nestled the sac confining two heavy balls. "Ohhh my God!..., this is a monster" mom's voice trailed in disbelief as she looked at that brute specimen of manhood. Shock clearly showed in her eyes. It was intimidating, yet fascinating at the same time. Hamid's throbbing monster cock had riveted her attention unlike anything else she had seen in her entire life. Hamid took her right hand, flattened her palms and placed it under his erect cock. She ran her hand along its entire length to get the feel of it and tried to enclose it with her fingers. But the enormous girth of the cock prevented her from having a total grip on the monster. Encouraging her to pet his cock, Hamid thrust his right index finger again into her juicy cunt and again started to tease and stimulate her clitoris. His teeth began to nibble her right nipple and his toe started to rub the soles of her feet. Very soon audible moans of pleasure emanated from both their throats. At Hamid's constant sexual remonstrations her pussy got wet again in no time. "Baby, don't you want to taste my cock?" Hamid lovingly asked, holding the hair at the back of her head firmly with one of his hands. He was obviously in no mood to wait for an answer as he pulled her face down to his manhood. Mom ran her tongue slowly on the large, wet bulbous dome. Hamid shut his eyes in pleasure. Her tongue found the slit at the tip of his cock and caressed it, which sent an electric shock through his body and made him jump with uncontrollable pleasure. Her tongue was now running all over the place, licking the shaft from the base upwards to the tip, sucking the balls and gobbling the large tip which sent Hamid into delirious spasms. The last act was proving to be a bit difficult for her, considering the enormity of his dickhead and when she gorged it in, her cheeks puffed. Once his dick was in her mouth, Hamid pushed violently, almost ramming it down her throat. Mom nearly choked at that and Hamid quickly brought out his cock from her mouth. Giving her a little time to recover, Hamid parted her legs wide to widen the gate of her cunt. "Time to fuck my babe," he hissed bringing his face very close to her ears and nibbling on her lobes. "Yesss, yesss.... please fuck me. I can't wait any longer." She was imploring in the sexiest voice that ever emanated from her throat. Having cooked his goose well, it was time for Hamid to eat it now. Placing the head of his dick at the entrance of her cunt, he mounted her. A little push saw the large, bulbous head disappear into her cunt. He pushed some more as he set to drive his huge cock into the depths of her pussy. Obviously, the enormous girth of his cock was finding some resistance from the constricted confines of mom's inner channel. She was grimacing in pain as he tried to force himself in. At that Hamid halted in his effort, pulled back a little, took a deep breath and with all the force of his hips rammed his gigantic cock right upto the hilt into the depths of her cunt. "Aaaahhh....oooohhh....nooo!" mom grimaced in pain with a loud shriek as the monster ripped through her confines and hit her insides like a sledge hammer. Allowing her just a moment to regain her breath, Hamid started to fuck her in a slow rhythmic motion. Mom's tight, wet, velvety cunt gripped his cock snugly, as it moved in and out with ease. His lips met hers in an endearing kiss and their tongues probed the insides of each other's mouth. With one hand he squashed one of her large melons. Very soon, mom was starting to enjoy the fuck of this stud bull. Moans of carnal pleasure escaped both their lips. "Aaaahhh...oooo...," she began to squeal with ecstasy. Mom's held him tightly in her arms while her legs entwined Hamid's. Every cell of her body was afire. "Love it, don't you my slutty babe?" Hamid asked as he mauled one of her mammoth mammaries viciously. He moved his lips from hers, bent his head slightly to suck at the other nipple. Hamid's slow fuck and his hot lips were taking her to higher heights of pleasure. "Yeahhh... I love it... I love it.... fuck me hard...kill me with your love Hamid..." mom begged like a bitch in heat. No further imploring was required. Hamid instantly increased the tempo of his fucking. Pulling back slightly, he rammed his thick rod into her depths with each fuck. Mom also lifted her hips slightly to take in the pounding of Hamid's piston. No longer was it painful. She was welcoming each robust fuck like a very healthy cow mating with a stud bull. Hamid continued to plow her pussy like a frenzied man. The seemingly endless fuck was slowly building into a climax. The first signs manifested when mom's groans became louder. Her red finger nails were digging into Hamid's bare back. "Aaaahhh...aaaahhh...I can't take it any more...fuck me hard...fuck me...," she groaned ecstatically. "I love you Hamid...I love you my darling," she swooned. Hamid's rapid thrusts now matched her frantic implores. "Aaaahhh...aaarghh...," he grunted with each heavy thrust of his hips. His hands were now mauling her bare body. Time and again he sunk his teeth into her creamy white flesh. "You bitch...you whore..." he growled as he madly pounded away at her pussy. His verbal abuses were arousing her even more. Finally, mom's toes began to tense and bend. Her heavy thighs tightened around Hamid's hips. She tugged at his hair with both her hands and kissed his face madly. "Ooohhh...ooohhh....ohhh my God...ooohhh...," screaming like a woman possessed, with one final thrust of her wide fleshy hips, she spent herself. "Aaahhh...aaarghhh...aaahhh...here I come my baby..." Shrieking in the throes of carnal pleasure, Hamid rammed his monster rod a couple of more times before shooting jet after jet of thick white cum into the inner recesses of mom's cunt. Lying for a few more moments on mom, Hamid dismounted her. Having spent themselves completely, they lay blissfully in each other's embrace. I realised at that point that not only was my cock stiff as an iron rod, but it was aching badly having witnessed the carnal rendezvous. I tiptoed to the bathroom, freed it from my pants and jacked off the biggest load of my life.