Doug, a freshman in college and basketball player, had hours of wild sex with Marie, the mother of Doug's high school classmate. Marie's son just married Doug's mother in the series Brighton Graduate.
Marie awoke in a dark room, the light from the hallway illuminating the young body next to her. He was laid out like a Playgirl centerfold, his dark brown skin taut over his muscular build. Most of all, she locked eyes on his black cock that lay flaccid between his dark and muscular legs. Over ten inches when hard, even soft after two massive orgasms it was still bigger than most cocks she had experienced before. It was crusted with the dried juices from their rutting, but still looked amazing to her. That huge black manhood had fucked her so hard that her pussy was sore; and yet it tingled at the thought of taking it again.
Marie looked at herself in the mirror as she lay mostly naked on the bed. Her big round breasts hung down, sagging against her chest under their own weight. They were completely red from all the squeezing and shaking that had occurred during the last few hours. Her cream-colored girdle still minimized the bulge of her middle-aged abdomen, but now was wrinkled from all the body movement. Her well fucked pussy was visible below her pubic hair, still swollen and red with dried evidence of the massive amount of male and female fluid that had poured out of her and soaked the bed under her. Her thick long legs below were only half covered with the stockings that had started attached to her girdle; one still up at mid thigh but the other was below her knee. With the mess her makeup had become, she really looked like a well-fucked whore...which made her smile.
She gentle rose from the bed and, grabbing her clothes and purse, padded across the hall to the bathroom. It took her twenty minutes to clean herself up to presentable. Before she left the house, she wrote Doug a note:
"Thank you for the best orgasms ever. I would love to repeat but understand if you don't. Marie."
She left a lipstick kiss on it and left it on the table. She knew that they had had sex, not made love, and that a young stud like Doug may not find a mature and slightly overweight woman the moat appealing partner in the light of day. She drove herself home and stripped her clothes off as soon as she was in the door. When she was home alone, she preferred to keep the blinds closed and remain naked or nearly naked. She walked to the kitchen and made a sandwich, and ate that on her way to her bedroom. She collasped onto the bed and slept the rest of the night.
The next morning she pulled herself out bed and trudged down the stairs for a glass of juice. She saw her girdle from last night in a pile of clothes next to the door and picked it up. Holding it close to her face, she looked at the cum stains...the residue of the pounding she received last night from a 19 year old black basketball player. The boy was the same age as her own son...and her son was married to Doug's mother. It seemed so wrong, yet she couldn't help but think about his thick black cock hanging down between his legs. 'What was I thinking?' she asked herself, then shook her head and gathered the pile of clothes and put them with the rest of the laundry. After drinking a glass of juice, she returned upstairs for a complete shower.
Before she climbed in the shower, she stopped to look at herself. She did not look bad for mid forties, although she would admit to being overweight, with a slight paunch to her belly and fairly thick thighs. But her great breasts were still full and round, even though they did droop some. Her eyes told the story of last night with uneven and streaky mascara and puffy eyes that showed she had been crying; even if it was from the incredible orgasms she received. She knew she had been a total whore for her black lover last night, but the shame and doubt came this morning.
She climbed into the shower and slowly lathered up to completely wash her hair and body. While she mindlessly washed, she thought about last night's sexual encounter and what complications it could bring. She went through the whole process of washing her hair, cleaning her body, and even shaving her legs and armpits on a form of auto-pilot. When she had finished drying off, she put on one of her most comfortable bras, which she routinely wore to keep her DD breasts from sagging. She grabbed a loose fitting tank top and a pair of old, sweatpants put on if anyone came to the door, and went down stairs naked. Going through the kitchen, she went into the laundry room and sorted the laundry to start a load.
Just as she started the washer, the ring of the doorbell startled her. She quickly put on the tank top and sweatpants and went to the door. Doug was standing outside when she opened it, and she was so surprised. He wore only a T-shirt and some much worn sweatpants, and Marie felt a twinge in her cunt as she stared at the sumptuous bulge at his crotch. 'God, what kind of slut had she turned into?' she thought to herself.
"Ah...Hi Marie," he said hesitantly. Then he looked her up and down and Marie realized that the tank top was not really effective covering for her bra covered tits. When his eyes returned to her eyes, he seemed more decisive.
"Can I come in?" He said as he walked past her, entering her home without permission. "We need to talk." She just stood there for a second to frame her response. She closed the door with her back to him, and then she turned to him to speak.
"Listen Doug, about last n..." but she stopped mid-word as Doug was already pulling his shirt over his head.
He just looked at her as he calmly dropped his sweatpants so that once again Marie's eyes were drawn to his thick, dark cock and large balls. He stared back at Marie as he stood up, completely naked except for his shoes. His prick was dark, thick, and enormous. Doug took his cock in hand and looked at her.
Marie stared in disbelief and growing desire as Doug's dark meat grew stiffer. Soon it was as hard as steel, every bit as enormous as her own son's cock.
"I know what you really are, Marie," Doug said calmly. "I know you want to be the slut. For me, I never knew what a real woman could be like and I found that I like a full figured, passionate and mature woman that really likes to fuck. So, why don't you just suck my cock? You know it's really big, and you also know how much cum it can give you."
Marie's mind was spinning. She'd never met a man who was so forward, but this kid was the same age as her own son. Yet she was helpless as she looked at the muscular African-American man before her. Her pussy juiced as she thought of the orgasms that he had given her with his mouth and his big, hard cock yesterday.
"Come on, Marie," said teasingly. "You know you want this." Marie walked towards him in a trance.
She stood in front of him in the middle of her living room and dropped to her knees. One part of her brain couldn't believe she was doing this and yet her craving for hard cock had grown so strong that she would willingly service this arrogant young man. Henry smiled knowing that she was reverting to the self-proclaimed slut she had been last night. With his thick cock was right in front of her face, Marie wrapped her fingers around the root, staring at the contrast between her pale fingers and his dark cock. She purred as she started to jack the huge cock slow and hard, making the piss hole open up and ooze some pre-cum.
Marie carefully wrapped her lips around his great cock knob and started sucking it into her mouth. Her pussy started to moisten as she realized was a joy it was to have his tasty prick in her mouth once more. She made disgusting slobbering sounds as she worked to wrap her mouth around the giant cock, shutting her eyes to concentrate on the taste and feel of the prick between her lips.
