It felt so wrong and yet so erotic at the same time. Each thrust from his powerful hips, each gasp of breath as it was forced from my lungs, each drop of sweat that ran off of his bald head and onto my naked breasts. It was those sensations that was pushing the guilt farther and farther from my mind as my body responded to his. The approaching orgasm was welcomed, no...needed. As much as I needed air to breathe, I needed the release my body was promising. On the one hand I wanted it to arrive at this instant, yet on the other, I wanted this moment to last forever. Any thoughts of my husband and sons we long gone, as was the guilt of what I was doing. What I needed was coming like an out of control freight train. The train roaring unabated thru the station, the tracks rumbling, the train whistle blowing...but it wasn't a train station, it was my body. And it wasn't train tracks rumbling, it was my bed shaking. And it wasn't a train whistle blowing, it was me screaming as an intense orgasm swept thru my body at the same instant his black cock exploded in me...
So...I guess you are wondering how a white, middle aged wife and mother could end up in her older son's bedroom with the black cock of her son's best friend buried in her. I suppose to help explain this I need to start at the beginning.
We live in a nice neighborhood just outside Wichita Kansas. We have two sons, Eric and Craig. My husband, Tom, is a regional manager for a popular restaurant chain. My name is Emily and I work as the secretary to the athletic director at the local college. Craig, our oldest, works for the same company as Tom. He is the manager of a restaurant in Oklahoma and hopes to work his way up thru the company like his dad. He is married to his high school sweetheart, Angie, and they are considering starting a family of their own. Our youngest son, Eric, is a graduate assistant coach with the college basketball team.
Tom's job keeps him on the road quite a bit so I'm thankful to have a job at the college to keep me busy. We are all basketball fans so I attend all the home games and an occasional road game if it's close. After Eric's playing days were over the coach offered him a position as graduate assistant.
During the fall semester Eric befriended one of the players who lived out of state. His scholarship only paid for books and tuition. He was working a part-time job to pay for his dorm and meals. Tom and I got to know him from his friendship with Eric. His friend, Jason was, like most college basketball players, tall, lanky, and black. He was well spoken and well-mannered and seemed to genuinely enjoy hanging around with us. He and Eric usually eat dinner with us and then go up to Eric's room and play video games half the night.
Toward the end of the fall semester Eric approached Tom and I about Jason staying with us for the spring semester to help with his living expenses. With Craig working in Oklahoma, his old room was available. Realizing how beneficial it would be for Jason, we agreed. Jason moved in during Christmas break. He was very appreciative and showed it by helping out around the house. Having a free room and most of his meals with us meant he didn't have to work as many hours at his job.
He and Eric were inseparable. When they weren't at the gym, they were hanging out with their friends or holed up in Eric's room playing whatever video game was the craze at the time. We got used to having Jason around and he became one of the family.
Eric's girlfriend, Jessica, was also a regular at our house. She' a beautiful All-American girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. She and Eric had been dating for 2 years but so far there had been no talk of a wedding. She is a junior in college so they both stay busy with school. From the way they interact with each other I'm certain they are sexually active but I have never caught them in the act, so to speak. Jessica has stayed overnight a few times and I have seen hints around the house that she has stayed with Eric when we were out of town.
Jason doesn't seem to date at all. I even asked him about it one day and he just said he was too busy with school and basketball to have a social life. I tried to assure him that it would be ok for him to have someone over for dinner if he had someone he was interested in. He thanked me but said that it probably wouldn't happen anytime soon.
Now I don't consider myself a nosy person but I was curious why a young, tall college athlete would not be interested in girls. I thought every young guy lived with raging hormones and raging hard-ons most of the time. And besides, I'm a mother. With access to the internet there was no longer a need for the girly magazines of my day but I knew they were doing what all teenage boys were doing. I'm certain that sticky stuff I would find in their underwear was not glue from some school project they were working on. And besides being a tall, handsome athlete, he was black. I understand the attraction between black guys and white females.
Thou I have no personal experience with black guys, my college roommate, Liz, dated one of the black football players for a while. I have spent more than one night sleeping on the floor of a friend's dorm because Liz and the football player were "busy" in our room. I never told anyone this, not even my husband, but I actually got to watch them in action one night.
I had already turned out the lights and gone to sleep when they came in. I guess they were a little tipsy when they got to the room. They never even checked to see if I was there. They just fell onto her bed and started giggling and making out. The noise woke me up but I was too nervous to say anything. And...to be honest, I was also curious. My roommate had told me how well-hung her friend was and how good he was in the sack. I assumed it was girl talk and didn't give it much thought. I had been with a few guys thru high school and college so I thought I had a pretty good idea what a good lover was.
I can't attest to how good he was in the sack, but when he stood up to undress and his penis flopped out, back-lit in the glow coming thru the window, I was certain how well-hung he was. I was scared they heard me because I'm sure I gasped when it dropped out of his pants. It was bigger than anything I had ever seen. If they heard me, it never slowed them down. Liz slid over to the edge of the bed and took it in her mouth. She wrapped both hands around it and still had plenty to suck on. Once they moved back on the bed and began fucking, I slipped my hand in my panties and matched them stroke for stroke. I had two orgasms as I listened to them. The smell of sex permeated the room. I was pretty sure they were making enough noise that they didn't hear my semi-silent moans as I relieved myself. I finally drifted off to sleep to the sounds of their lovemaking.
I thought I had gone undetected until the next day after class. The football player was gone when I got up the next morning and I was dressed and out of the room before Liz woke up. I walked into our dorm after class and Liz was sitting at her desk. The silly grin on her face told me I was busted. "I told you he was huge, didn't I? I know you saw it. And you weren't as quite as you thought. We could hear you moaning a couple of times". I instantly turned crimson red. I didn't know what to say. I had never even heard my parents have sex and now I had to own up to having watched my roommate.
She even offered to hook me up with one of his black friends if I wanted to try it for myself. I refused the offer but, even to this day, I catch myself wondering what it would have been like. It doesn't help that I'm around tall, young black athletes all day. But then I scold myself for having such salacious thoughts. How could a happily married woman allow such thoughts to enter my mind. But I couldn't help it...I did wonder.
Jason kept his room neat and clean. I had given him a basket for his laundry and included it with the rest of the family wash. I noticed right away that his clothes had a unique odor. I knew it wasn't the laundry detergent since his and Eric's clothes were washed together. No, I didn't go around sniffing his underwear and t-shirts, not at first anyway. The odor was just so masculine, so refreshing. And I'm embarrassed to say, so arousing. I would sometimes catch myself holding one of his t-shirts to my face as my mind ventured back to that night in the dorm room with my roommate and the football player. For a moment I would get lost in my thoughts, imagining what it would have been like.
When I would come back to reality I would feel guilty for having such thoughts and promise myself I would never do that again. But I did. Every time I did his laundry. It was like some strange force had taken over my body and I couldn't control it. A few times I actually masturbated to orgasm while holding some article of his clothing to my face.
I would lean against the washer, hold the clothing to my nose, and start by playing with my breasts. I would slip my hand up under my top and bra and roll my sensitive nipples between my fingers. Then I would work my way down my body. My hand would slide past the waist band of my shorts and panties to my clit. By this point I would be soaking wet. Needless to say, a few minutes of work by my fingers would result in an intense orgasm, leaving me weak in the knees and out of breath. Then I would panic and look around to be sure no one had witnessed my deviate behavior. Each time I did it I would tell myself how foolish it was and promise that I would never do it again. I was able to keep that promise only until the next time I did the wash. I was so ashamed and so aroused at the same time.
