Thank you for all the comments! As my first story I will admit that this is a fantasy that caters to my fetishes. My intent is not to be realistic but to hopefully turn people on who share those fetishes. This short chapter has no actual incest but plenty of mom/son roleplaying as Carol and her black lover have sex and Carol's son Brad watches. Next chapter returns more to the story of the first few chapters and will be up soon. I hope my depiction of a black man doesn't offend anyone.
Chapter 5: Date Night
Brad lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his long prick painfully erect and his balls swollen. His date with Amy, a busty cheerleader, had almost been great. Amy was 6 feet tall, taller than Brad liked, but he had asked her out because she had some of the biggest tits in school. She was one of the more popular girls but was notorious for being a picky bitch. Her full melons filled out a sweater so nicely though and her long blond hair dyed pink just at the tips, looked like honey.
Brad had noticed her eyeing his cock in swim class and got up the courage to ask her out. He was a little surprised when she quickly agreed. They had gone to see a movie and Amy had let Brad feel her up in the theater. When he hesitantly mentioned that he had the house to himself that night, she eagerly agreed to go home with him.
Brad and Amy quickly got hot and heavy at Brad's house. Brad was enjoying oozing handfuls of Amy's ripe, young titties. Amy reached between them and undid his fly. When Amy gripped his rock-hard shaft he groaned in pleasure as Amy squealed in shock.
"What the fuck, Brad. This thing is massive!" Amy said as she pulled his cock out. "Jesus, how come you weren't this big in your swim trunks? You looked like the perfect size." Amy said looking at his pulsing rod in fear.
"I don't get hard in swim class." Brad replied. His giant dick did look even bigger than usual, over 9 inches long and covered in bulging veins. The smooth helmet jerked slightly as a creamy white drop of pre-cum oozed out of his piss slit.
Amy suddenly got up putting her bra back on. "I am sorry Brad but I am not putting that thing inside me. It is too big."
"Wait... What the fuck! You can't be serious, I heard you had a thing for big dicks." Brad said sitting on his bed with his huge rod jutting out of his crotch watching in dismay as the teen princess pulled her shirt back on.
"I do, why do you even think I am here? But that thing is a fucking foot long, it would tear me apart. NO WAY. I tried that shit with a black guy two years ago and it hurt like hell. NO WAY!" Amy said turning to leave.
"Wait, you can't just leave me like this, at least give me a blowjob!" Brad pleaded.
"No way, that's how Alfonso ended up fucking me. You better just do what he did and find some 40 year old with a pussy wide enough to handle that monster. Sorry Brad "Amy said as she closed the door.
Amy left Brad in his current predicament, gripping his cock alone with a bad case of blue balls. As Brad began to slowly jerk his prick he tried to think of Amy and other girls at school: the busty ones, the volleyball players with big asses, the tiny Asian students that looked so delicate. Try as he might to keep her out, there was one woman kept creeping into Brad's fantasies. She had all he wanted in one package. As Bard sought relief, gripping his long, burning pole his thoughts fixated on his tiny busty mom and her incredible bubble-butt. He replayed the incredible experience in the gym that morning as his hand began to fly up and down on his rod.
Suddenly Brad heard the front door open. "Mom's home" he thought. He heard feminine giggling and something being knocked over, "and drunk". Then Brad heard a deep male voice speaking quietly. "And with a guy!" brad thought suddenly interested. Did his mom bring a guy home to screw, Brad wondered. As far as Brad knew, his mother, Carol had not been with a guy since she divorced his father six years ago. She had certainly never brought a man home while he was here.
He lay in bed listening as his mother and the mystery man made drinks and small talk. He soon heard his mom coming up the stairs bumping into the wall as she went. He heard her open the door to Joey's room and heard the light click as she verified that her youngest son was at a sleepover. The light clicked off and the door closed as Brad heard his mom walk towards his door. Carol gently opened the door and Brad heard her whisper "Honey, are you sleeping?" Brad kept his eyes closed and didn't respond figuring that his mom would be more likely to do something sexy if she thought he was asleep.
"Sweet dreams" Carol whispered. As she closed the door he barely heard her mutter under her breath "Thank God!"
Brad heard her head back downstairs and soon her girlish giggle was accompanied by a baritone chuckle. He could hear them enter her bedroom and then it got quiet. Brad lay there with his dick still stiff and craving attention. He had just been fantasizing about his mother massaging his dick with her plump, supple ass so he rationalized that listening at her door would not be any worse. He dimly remembered Carol and his father going at it, they did not have sex often but were rather loud when they did, especially his mother.
Brad gently slid out of bed and crept down the carpeted hall. He slowly made his way down the stairs stepping close to the wall to avoid creaks. He heard a giggle as he padded silently down the hall to his mother's room and realized it was not muffled by a door. She had left her door open! Brad listened, standing right outside his mother's room but not able to be seen or see inside.
"You can't keep your hands off these can you?" Brad heard his mother ask, slurring a little and obviously rather drunk.
"You damn right, them some tit ol biggies and I haven't ever seen a booty this big on a lil white chick. I want to see you shake it baby, stand up." Brad noticed that although a puddle of light bathed the hallway right outside his mother's bedroom, the short hall leading into the bathroom across from her room was still in total darkness. Brad was pretty sure he could get a good view into his mom's room from there without anyone being able to see him.
"Oh fuck yeah. Get low baby. Ass up, face down, bend a little more" the man said as Brad slid silently into the dark bathroom hall. Brad barely avoided gasping at the sight before him.
Brad's mother's bedroom was bathed in bright light from the ceiling and also from a reading lamp. The lamp had a high-power bulb that mimicked natural sunlight and its flexible neck was twisted so that it shined on his mother like a spotlight. Sitting on the bed was a large man. The man was dressed nicely with a sharply cut goatee and a bald head. The man was 6'6" and black as coal. Brad was surprised to see Carol with a black man since he had never even seen her talk to a black man. She was not racist; there were just very few black people in the town. The man fondled a tube like bulge in his dress slacks as he watched Brad's mother perform for him.
Brad had not seen his mom leave for her date and although her and his father used to go out often, he had never seen her wear something so revealing. She wore heavy makeup; her plump cherry red lips glistened and sparkled madly in the bright light. Her artfully applied eye shadow glinted purple, blue, or green as the light hit it differently. This combined with her long dark eyelashes to give her those "bedroom eyes" that men love. Her fiery red hair was tied up in a complex and beautiful bun; however it looked like she had danced a lot that night because much of it was loose and on the verge of coming undone.
Carol wore a red dress cut in a very deep V in the front, showing a huge amount of cleavage as well as revealing the lacy black bra straining to contain her melons. The dress looked too short to fully cover the creamy white cheeks of her bubble butt.
Currently the dress had ridden up to Carol's waist as she was bent over facing away from the black man and shaking her ass at him. She wore a black thong but the string disappeared into the deep crevice between her bobbling cheeks. Ripples flowed over her trembling ass cheeks, which currently looked like two giant balloons overstuffed with pudding.
"Bend those knees, that's it. Put your whole body into it" ordered the black man as he took off his shirt.
Carol really started to get into her performance, rotating her hips and bending her knees deep, sending her big ass flying. The cheeks began to smack together with a loud clap.
"Oohhh yeah, make it clap baby! Make that booty talk to me!" the man howled.
Carol laughed, continuing to wave her bubble butt at her audience of one (or so she thought). She gave a few great heaves of her ass and then stood still, letting her meaty ass swing around and smack into itself, eventually settling down until her white cheeks were just barely trembling .
"Shhhh, my son is asleep upstairs. Keep it down" Carol said as she turned around and started kneading her bulging mounds of tit-flesh through the scarlet dress.
"So, what do I care if he wakes up?" the man said not lowering his volume.
"I have to stop if he wakes up. I am his mother" Carol replied matter of factly while continuing to fondle her round breasts through her dress. She stepped close to the man and shaked her titties right in his face.