As the sunlight hits Inga's bedroom the lovely blonde stirs. She opens her eyes and looks at the clock, seeing its after 9 am. Inga can feel the sleeping youngster against her back, his spent cock wedged in between her ass cheeks. The sexy milf can feel his arm around her holding her against him. She loves the feeling of waking up with a sexy 18 year old boy in her bed. She turns around making sure not to wake up the youngster. After all, he had earned a good night's sleep after his performance last night.
Now half awake Inga studies the boy. His coal black body isn't quite as muscular as Marcus Jefferson. It looks to Inga like this boy definitely works out. The blonde beauty actually finds the youngster's long dreadlocks quite sexy. And the way the teenager looks at her through his dark eyes makes her pussy all warm and tingly.
Last night Jamaal kept calling her Mrs Swenson. She doesn't exactly know why but she actually found that cute, that this delicious black hunk called her Mrs Swenson. She decides that she won't have this youngster call her Inga. Mrs Swenson will do just fine. Yes, ''Mrs...Swenson...nigger loving...whore" will do just fine. The lovely beauty drifts off to catch a couple more minutes of sleep.
Waking up a half hour later she sees the youngster staring at her. She smiles and greets him with a good morning.
"Jamaal, why you look at at me like that? Is something wrong? I hope you had good nights sleep."
"Mrs Swenson, I just can't stop looking at you. You are an absolute...goddess."
"Why, Jamaal you are sweetheart! I think you are also very very sexy boy."
Laying there the lovely older woman and the black youngster talk a little. Jamaal told her about growing up in the ghetto and that things were always tough. His father left his mother and him when he was a toddler and his mother raised him by herself. Inga asks the boy if he graduated from school.
"No, I didn't. I was a good student, actually was on the honor roll. I was even the best player on the football team. Southern California gave me a scholarship offer to go to college."
"You play the football? You make a lot of...touchdown points? Like Marcus Jefferson?"
"No ma'am. I was a tight end."
"What is...tight end?"
"Mrs Swenson, a tight end is the guy who sometimes catches the ball and sometimes has to knock the other guys out of the way so the runner could make...all those touchdowns."
"I can see that. You are big and strong boy. So you knock other boys away so runner can make touchdown points?"
"Sometimes I make a touchdown but I also have to protect the quarterback."
Marcus explains that the quarterback is the leader of the team and gets all the glory while the tight end has to do a little of everything. Inga knows that she will have to start going to football games and learn about football. Inga does know that she can get into any game where lots of sexy teenage black boys run around a grass field.
"But then I got into drugs."
"You? Into drugs?"
"Yes. I went to a party and one thing led to another. I got hooked on coke. I actually owed Tone's boss Master K a ton of money. He's had a bunch of guys beat me up one time. Now he's letting me work off what I owe by selling coke on the street."
Inga is quickly finding out that young Jamaal is really smart, and basically a very nice down to earth kid. The poor teenager just ran into some bad choices in life and is now trapped in a prison of drugs and gang activity. Then Jamaal tells Inga something else.
"Mrs Swenson, I'm really sorry calling you names like last night. I mean you are so beautiful, so classy and so damn nice. Mrs Swenson when I said you are a goddess I really mean that. I'm really sorry for calling you a nigger loving slut and a whore. I ain't gonna do it anymore."
"Jamaal let me tell you something. I live very sheltered life in Sweden. I never have any fun at all. Then I marry old rich man who never let me do anything. I sit alone in big house. He never give me sex or never let me have any fun. When he die then I want to move to United States and I want to have ...new life. I want to have lots and lots of fun and most of all, lots of... naughty sex. When you boys call me bad names...like nigger loving whore and slut, I like it. It makes me feel very sexy. I want to feel like...no inhibitions."
"Mrs Swenson?... inhibitions?"
"It means I want do do things that others may not like. I don't care what other people say about me. I just want to live my life and be happy. If boys want me to be naughty then...I love it. I want to be their...naughty girl."
The youngster's cock is starting to get hard again. Inga looks down and smiles.
"Jamaal...it looks...delicious. I know what I want for breakfast. Kiss me."
The coal black teenager and the sexy blonde kiss, swapping tongues. Inga grabs the teenager's cock feeling its massive length hardening right in her hands. Jamaal makes a beeline for her big firm tits, licking around the edge of her nipples. The blonde milf hasn't had any male play with her tits in years so she puts off any thoughts of going down on the boy for now and just lays back and lets Jamaal go to town.
Jamaal puts one nipple in his mouth, his coal black hand gently pinching the other one. Inga's pussy is starting to moisten, a tiny bit of clear fluid oozing out of her excited love hole.
"JAMAAL!! YES!! MY BIG BEAUTIFUL...NIGGER BOY!! MAKE LOVE TO MY...BIG TITS..."
This continues for awhile. The youngster is loving the fact that he is driving this hot sexy blonde goddess absolutely crazy with lust. If he does a good job, maybe he will get to do this again someday. The boy starts traveling downward, planting soft kisses on her flat tummy and around her belly button. Inga wonders how this amazing sexy teenager learned to drive a woman crazy like this. Her long legs open and Jamaal starts kissing the insides of her slim firm thighs.
"PLEASE JAMAAL!! DON'T TEASE ME ANY MORE!! PLEASE LICK IT!! NOWWWWW!!"
"Mrs Swenson...you are so..beautiful and I am so...lucky..."
The coal black teenager licks the swollen lips of Inga's pussy. She screams her approval.
"JAMAAL!! YES BOY!! YESSSSS!! JAMAAL!! I LOVE ITTTT!! EEEEIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Like last night the youngster's long dreadlocks tickle as his tongue finds her swollen clit. The boy gently bites down on the throbbing bud, then puts it in his mouth and gently sucks on her clit. Inga writhes on the bed, grabbing the boy's dreadlocks. Her hips buck up and down as she has her first orgasm of the morning.
"JAMAAL!! INGA IS CUMMING!! YES...AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!! AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Jamaal is far from done. He would love to spend the entire morning with her beautiful swollen clit in his mouth and suck her to a hundred screaming orgasms. The excited kid wants to hear the older blonde goddess scream his name again so he keeps her clit in his mouth. Inga pushes the boy's head off and turns onto her tummy. She puts a pillow underneath her tummy and spreads her legs. Jamaal wonders if Mrs Swenson wants him to? There?
