My Step Mum Teresa has done something new recently; I feel strange about it, cause it wasn't supposed to happen, and who she did it with has surprised me a whole lot! [This is not the first time she's played cuckolding-mom to me, but it's one of the most spontaneous.] By the way, I'm Bob, age 30.
It started when Dad had been home a lot, and of course Mum had to be the good wife again and we couldn't go on the Web about our erotic cuckold-mum/son relationship much, as Dad would have caught us out, obviously. Things were okay, but very boring for Mum, as you can imagine.
Well, I was out in Town one day with Mum, just doing some shopping and behind me I heard an American voice go, "Hey, Bob!"
It was Tony, a black guy from North Carolina in America, who I used to know in college, some ten years back; and we were glad to see each other again, catch up on what was cooking, etc. Mum remembered Tony, as he used to come back to our house some evenings while at college with me, and we used to go over our prep work and practice songs, as it had been a music course we were on.
Tony was known in college for chasing all the women, and at that age I'd been very shy, and I'd blush and clam up when Tony used to introduce himself to any girl he met, going straight in fearlessly and asking her to "Ball", as he put it. I felt embarrassed in front of the girls he'd come straight on to, but I also admired his nerve and macho attitude that a lot of blacks have. He was friendly to me; so I never had felt threatened by his physical size and strength, [he was about 5 feet 10, but very broad, fit and could easily use all the weights on any machine in a gym.] He was nevertheless very cheeky and I recall my Dad disliking the way he'd asked Mum for a cigarette, within 5 minutes of his first visiting our house.
Well, as Tony was an old acquaintance and it didn't occur to me anything could go wrong, I thought nothing of it now, when he just asked me and Mum straight out to buy him coffee and have a chat, etc. So, we were soon chatting in a town cafe, but Mum made me cringe, deflating the macho laddish front I'd tried to put on, when she said I still often sat at home doing nothing in my spare time, and I didn't have enough friends; and wanted Tony to come for a visit sometime again.
I felt exposed as a bit of a wimp by that, but Tony agreed and so my embarrassment left me. He still knew our number and said he'd call up sometime.
Life was busy for me in the meantime, re-starting work again, and I didn't realize Tony had already called us, until Dad had just left one Friday evening for one of his weekends away, leaving me to wonder what Mum would do in his absence. She said Tony was coming at about eight tonight. He had called up while I was out.
Of course, I didn't seriously think anything could happen with Mum; not with her and Tony, anyway; but... it transpired... Mum had PLANS!
Tony rang the bell, and mum sent me to answer. But Tony wasn't alone; he was with Laurence, a black scallywag guy who used to hang round the students back when I knew Tony before. I felt astounded as I let them in and Mum sat them down and ordered me to get them coffee.
As I went in the kitchen, I listened to their talk; Laurence was flirting, and calling my Mum "Babe." which made me squirm and feel jealous. He'd been rumored to be a pimp and people said he'd turned white student girls to prostitution, way back then.
God knows what he was up to these days, but bound to be something shady still. I didn't know if his pimping was true or not, but he was certainly arrogant and sleazy, with his sheepskin jackets, his heavy gold jewelry and his evil-looking little goatee beard. He hung around Toxteth, the city's black town, where the college had been near at that time, and people said he was not a guy to mess with, as he knew some heavy people.
I froze as I poured the coffee; Laurence had just said something about cuckoldry and how hot Mum must be to do that stuff! As I brought the coffee in, feeling weird now, my hands shaking as I gave them the drinks, I gathered from the conversation that when Tony had phoned, Mum had told him about her secret cuckold-mom life! Apparently Tony still hung out with Laurence, who had asked to come along to meet my Mum after Tony told him my Mum might be up for some sex as my cheating, teasing Cuckold-Mom! Now I knew for certain. They were here for one thing only. THEY WANTED TO BALL MY MUM!
Laurence said to Teresa, "So when's your lad going to make himself scarce, then? We'd like to get started!"
Tony added, "Hell yeah why don't you go out somewhere Bob? We got some private and personal business here tonight...Balling your Mom!"
I couldn't believe their cheek!
Laurence continued, "Hey yeah, Teresa, you're a sexy little cow; I think you need a good spanking! I can't wait to get my belt off to you!"
Mum giggled, going, "Ooh, and I haven't even been naughty. You bad man!"
She stroked her behind through her short, sexy black dress and asked him, "Will I be belted through this...Or do I have to take off my dress?"
"You got to take it off, of course!", he laughed!
Mum went, "Oh. What about my panties? Can I leave them on, or...is it my bare bum you want to do it to? Surely not on my Bare Bum?"
He replied, "You know the answer. I'm going to get you with nothing on, and lash your bare ass till the cheeks are red raw! And then...I'll make you spread your ass cheeks for my big dick!"
Mum drew the teasing out further, asking, "And will you want my pink or my brown first?"
He messed about, saying, "I don't know, I haven't decided yet."
They teased me more, suggesting an outside opinion, and asking ME if they should take my Mum's pink pussy or brown dirt box first! I went red as a tomato, saying, "I don't know."
Mum turned to me, smiling, and said, "I reckon it should be my brown, don't you?"
Laurence clapped his hands together, growling, "Great! Brown it is, then! Pity you won't be here to see your Mum taking my dick up her asshole, Bobby!"
Mum explained, "Bob, the lads don't want you here, I'm sorry. You better go out...[then she winked]..."And leave me with the Baddies!" She added she'd call me on my mobile, to let me know she was okay and tell me "how things were going."
Laurence held out a wad of banknotes to me, and told me to go get a hotel room for the night. I didn't want to, but I took it, and though I knew it was probably dirty money, made from his life of crime, I needed somewhere else to stay, - and why should I pay for it myself when these dirty gets were usurping me and taking my home - [and my MUM!] for the night? So I went.
The last thing I heard on going out the door was something unzipping - whether Mum's black evening dress or their fly zips I don't know - and Laurence's voice exulting at whatever it was, with a loud, coarse shout of "WWEEEEAAAYYY-LELL-LELLELLLERRRR!"
He was a fucking tit, really; an absolute prick, but I knew Mum realized that and was all the more turned on to degrade herself with loud, crude and dirty downtown types, who shout like animals and have no civility or morals; and are basically just like wild, insane, disgusting animals!
Laurence's flash sports car was outside, and I walked up the road, got some cigarettes and vodka to keep me calm during the terrible, worrying night ahead, and waited to flag a taxi, but none came for ages. I knew I wanted to sneak back and try to get a look from the back yard. So I did; but there were youths in the alley. They could see me in the back yard, and I knew I could only risk a quick peep, and couldn't stay without risking gossip; or worse, risking them trying to see what I was looking at!
I peeped in through a tiny gap in the curtains...and this is what I saw!
Mum was kneeling naked, between the big nude black guys and their voices sounded like they were really being nasty, bossing her about and taunting her as they waved their fucking enormous ebony erections at her from each side! Her face showed fear, worry and trepidation but her tits revealed her true reactions to it all- her nipples stood out like red excited bullets! She was intensely horny! Then I saw why Mum was so still, kneeling between their standing dominant forms; - she had her hands tied behind her and they'd put leather thongs round her torso, tying her upper breasts flat as it dug into them!
It was the scene of most men's nightmares!
Imagine your wife naked, hostage with two black ghetto thugs about to be subjected to the wickedest desires that their black cocks could want with a suburban blond, white, middle-class wife...and then imagine it's not your wife, but your MUM with them - your loving, sacred mother! Well, now you might get an idea how I felt!
