Moving to a white neighbor was kind of odd for me. Being a 22-year-old black man and all. My mom wanted to get away from the ghetto life we once lived. She divorced my dad after a 7year affair he recently told her. She needed a new life and so a girlfriend of hers who happens to be white, invited us to move in with her until my mom got back on her feet.
My mom was a strong woman. She has been very proud of all my achievements, especially when I was in school. She was a nice looking lady at that. Thought I never really looked at my mother that why. I guess it took some time and for me to become a full-grown man to release that my mom is actually kind of hot.
She reminded everyone of a dark skinned Vanessa Williams. She actress is smoking herself. But the difference between my mom and her was not only the rich and famous and the skin color. But my mom was enormous up top if you know what I mean. As a guy, I too would often glace at my mother’s chest and watch them rise and fall, as she was breathing or bounce and jiggle when she walks. For a 39-year-old lady, my mother tits were still sitting high on her chest and from the looks of it, she didn’t have a hint of sag. I knew she couldn’t have gotten implants because we were never that rich.
When we moved into her white friend’s house. I have never seen her white friend before. She would never come around to our house. I mom told me that she met her friend Beth while at work. My mom is an assistant teacher and Beth is the teacher she helps usually.
Beth wasn’t that bad looking either for a 35-year old school teacher. With her long blond hair stretching clear down her back, she too was pretty top heavy on the chest. She wasn’t as enormous as my mother was but she was still huge. Plus she had a small frame. My mother isn’t tiny or fat. She was above average with most of her thickness on her chest, thighs, and ass. I guess you could say thickness runs in the family and you’ll soon know why.
I’m going to tell you the story of how my mom became a member of a rich and wealthy country club her friend Beth recommended and remember, my mom is not rich or wealthy but she did strike gold in the form of her own son being me.
One Saturday afternoon, Beth and my mother were cleaning up a bit for an exclusive meeting with all-female board members of a rich and wealthy country club. Beth told my mother, Theresa, to join her country club because she would be wonderful as a member. She’s so high spirited and easy to get along with. I pretty much didn’t care about the whole thing but wish my mother luck though.
I knew it wasn’t going to be easy for my mom to convince the board to let her join seeing how they were all white females, rich and powerful and perhaps stuck up and spoiled. I don’t see why my mom would ever want to join a group like that.
Soon the four ladies arrive at the house with their briefcases in task. I just sat on the stairs just curious to see what these white ladies look like.
Beth opens the door for them and just like I had imagined. Three of them were blonds while the other was a brunette. She looked pretty decent and not as serious looking as her board members. She was the only one smiling when she greeted Beth and my mother.
They introduced themselves. The head blond was named Cathy. She was the official Head Chairlady of the board. Her husband and her took it from her father who died a few years ago as she explained her story. She had a mean mug on her face and a plastic smile everything she opens her mouth, like she just got done having surgery or something.
Next was the Vice Chairlady Cynthia. Out of all the girls, she looked to be the smartass of the bunch and probably hated everyone who has tried to become a country club member. Her blond hair stops at her shoulders and she had a devilish grin when she puckers her big juicy red lips.
Cindy was the third blond and secretary of the club. She seemed very perky and full of giggles. The only reason she is part of the club is because her husband is a billionaire and they need his money to fund their club. It was obviously that her husband liked the perky, stupid, cheerleader type girls.
And last was Cassie. She was the gorgeous brunette. I was never really interested in white girls but after seeing her, I had a whole newfound love for them. She was the nicest member and perhaps the smartest. I could tell she would welcome any good-hearted female into the club but the other two would probably outvote her. Cindy wouldn’t be much help to Cassie seeing how they always keep her in the dark about getting new members.
The members were asking my mom all types of questions about her personal life, love life, and just life in general. She tried to play it calm with the ladies but Cynthia would always make some kind of smartass remarks towards my mom. Cathy would just laugh and back it up. Cassie would try and make peace with everything. Cindy pretty much laugh at everything. She reminds me of Susanna Summer's character off “Three’s Company”. You know the airhead Christy.
The girls got to talk about their husbands and of course Cynthia and my mom clash heads when Cynthia called my dad a deadbeat nobody. He really didn’t care much anyways but my mom was still hurt about the affair and cursed up a storm. Cassie helps defend my mother by saying their guys have always come up short in everything.
My mom, Beth, Cindy, and I were laughing at that point. After that good laugh, the meeting got more boring and so I headed to my room. Before entering, I made a detour towards the bathroom. I didn’t bother to close the door as I was taking a piss. Suddenly, Mrs. Cathy comes walking in. She pauses for a moment and I pause as well, holding my horse hung cock.
Her eyes were bulging out of their sockets. Her mouth was wide open like she was trying to say something. I just look at her and finish up my piss. Before I could get my dick back in my pants, Mrs. Cathy walks up to me and grabs hold of it.
“In all my years of being sexual active. I have never seen such an enormous piece of meat in my life. To bad my husband tiny dick couldn’t have been so beautiful like yours,” she says with lust in her voice.
I didn’t know what to think or do. She had my huge dick in her hands and was now stroking it. I gave off little moans and tried not to look into her eyes but when I when to look, she was gone or rather on her knees, stuffing her mouth with my big dick. I had no idea Mrs. Cathy would never be this sluttish.
“Oh my god. This must be about 12, 13 inches,” she says in between sucking. Her hands were fondling my apple size balls while she was greedily sucking my massive cock deep into her mouth. She only got a good 7 inches in her mouth. The rest of my cock was just dry.
