Like many of my other stories, this one has an adult son watching his mother having interracial sex. If such stories offend you or do not interest you then please stop reading at this point. I hope the rest of you enjoy reading this one. The idea for this story came about when I was watching an amateur porn video, so the description of the sex scene may be somewhat familiar to some readers.
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I'm a twenty-five year-old nerdy-looking-balding-red-haired dude living a bachelor life in big city Los Angeles. Well, "bachelor" in my case is spending nights in front of my iMac jacking off to the world wide web's plentiful free porn. I work as a digital art technician in one of the numerous studios in nearby Hollywood, and out there my job is giving so-so looking chicks digital makeovers and boob jobs to make them look good onscreen. Trust me, I'm pretty good at my job.
It is not entirely impossible to not have any friends in the world's largest metropolitan area, but I do have somewhat of a friend here. There is this older black dude called Nigel in the apartment next door who has sort of taken me under his wing. Living a semi-retired life, Nigel is my man for all my important requirements. On weekends we hang out drinking beers and smoking pot, and occasionally watching some porn together. However, he is not as lonely as I am because there's a middle-aged black woman who visits him once in a while and, boy, do they fuck loudly? The apartment walls aren't all that thin, but their grunts, wails, moans and ungodly swears gets through to me in high fidelity. Or infidelity?
Nigel has a clean shaven head, with a neatly trimmed full beard that is whitish-gray, a big beer belly and he moves around sluggishly. However, that doesn't mean he has any problems fucking someone. I've wondered how he does it, but that is something that I never thought I would see.
**
"Joe, buddy, how are ya' doin' my man," greeted Nigel one Saturday afternoon as he walked into my apartment with some stash and a six-pack.
"Doing well, Nigel. You're a happy man today."
"Oh yeah, baby, I am a happy man today."
"What's up?"
"I'm going to Moscow next week."
"Why Russia, man?"
"No. No. No. The other Moscow. The one in Idaho."
"Idaho? What's happening there?"
"A 30 year college reunion."
"I didn't know you went to school there."
"I didn't. I worked as a janitor there ages ago."
"It's nice that former janitors get invited to reunions there. It must be a nice town," I said with a wry smile.
"Nice town my ass. It's a shit hole full of hicks and rednecks who hate brothers. One time, I was arrested and beaten by the cops for doing my fucking job because someone saw me carrying cleaning supplies and dialed nine-one-one to report a break-in."
"Oh man. I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. Why go back then?"
"That's not what I'm going back for, man."
"Then?"
"I'm going there because the finest white pussy I've ever had has asked me to be her date."
I laughed. "Seriously? That's why you're going?"
"Yes sir. I moved out of Idaho after that police beating, and lost touch with my 'ho there. Amazingly, she found me on Facebook the other day and one thing led to another and she wanted to relive those good days and asked me to come over. She's even flying me first class, and promises a great time," said Nigel as he sipped his beer and laughed in eager anticipation.
"Love is in the air, uh?"
"Love my ass. Just lust. The chick had jungle fever and big Nigel had the medicine she needed. She was a redneck eighteen year old freshman and I was just a nigger doing my job. She came to apologize to me after her boyfriend and his gang verbally abused me with racial slurs. The apology ended up with some hot shit sex. From then on, she and I hooked up regularly behind her asshole boyfriend's back."
"That sounds incredibly naughty."
"It is. She's a wild slut, and I can't wait to get my nigger cock into her once again."
"She would have changed a lot over thirty or so years, right?"
"She is like fine wine and has gotten better with age," laughed Nigel.
"You're a lucky man then. Think she'll follow you here someday?"
"I don't think so. She's a married woman and all that. Wealthy too. All she wants from me is that forbidden sex," laughed Nigel.
"Man, you're one lucky dog."
"Oh yes sir. That I am. It gets better. She has agree to let me to tape the whole thing. Maybe I'll let you see it," winked Nigel.
We laughed.
**
After his Idaho trip, I picked up Nigel from LAX. That man had a smile that was a million miles wide.
"Good trip," I asked.
"Good trip," he confirmed with an even bigger smile.
"I'm happy for you my friend."
"I'm happy for myself. What a trip. I've invited the bitch here and she's promised to make a trip very soon. Can't wait to hook up with her again."
"I look forward to meeting your lady."
"If you're getting any ideas my boy, then forget about it. Nigel
s no pimp to share his hoes," laughed Nigel.
**
I soon forgot about Nigel's little sex holiday.
The mystery woman kept her word and visited Nigel in LA, but she kept their activities strictly to her hotel room and I never got to meet or see her.
**
A few months later I was in Seattle visiting my parents for Thanksgiving. My dad, being as busy as he is, was only there for the dinner and flew over to the Far East the next day which meant mom and I had plenty of time to talk and catch up on our lives.
In the middle of a conversation, my mom said, "Oh yeah, we had a thirty year reunion over the summer. My, my, how much people have changed."
That statement made all sorts of fireworks go off in my mind. My mom had gone to school in Moscow, Idaho and her thirty year reunion was the one that Nigel had gone to! That meant Nigel's slut friend was my in my mother's cohort! While my mother continued talking about other random things, my mind kept thinking which of mom's classmates had fucked Nigel.
The next day, I took mom's yearbook and top pictures of all the girls in the book with my iPhone. I then began imagining who it could be.
Heidi? That slutty look in the book. It must surely be her.
Kayla? Ellen? Lisa? Margaret?
Damn! Everyone in that book looked like a slut. Heidi was the sexiest and for my purposes of masturbation, she was the one that got boned by Nigel.
**
When I got back to LA, I was desperate to meet Nigel and find out who the slut in mom's graduating class was.
"Joe! How was your trip home my friend," Nigel asked.
"It was great. I had a lovely time with my family."
"Good to hear."
After an hour or so of random talk I had finally worked out how to broach the top of his Idaho sex holiday.
"So, Nigel, you never told me if you did end up making a sex tape with your Idaho woman friend?"
Nigel burst out laughing. "Of course I did. It is hotter than any damn porno one can buy."
"Some hot shit then, uh?"
"Any sex with Nigel in it is hot shit," laughed a slightly tipsy Nigel.
"Any chance I could see it?"
There was silence and then a slow nod. "Nope."
"Oh come on. You said you would show it to me before you went there."
"Yes, but I promised her not to share it. She's got too much to lose."
"Nigel, I'm sure you can trust me."
"Nope. Not with this one bud. Sorry."
Well, that was that. I would have to just keep guessing who it was.
Or did I?
After a few more weeks of torture I decided I had to steal it from Nigel. There were only two places that 'tape' could be. One was in the camera, which had a hard disk drive and the other would be his computer. One day when Nigel had gone out shopping, I let myself into his apartment with the spare key he keeps in my house. I found his camera next to his bed and quickly plugged it into my computer to make a full disk copy. I pulled out his computer's hard disk, attached it to an external case and started making a copy of it too. After the copies ended, I placed his camera just like it was and put back the hard drive into his computer. I was in and out of his house in 15 minutes. Nigel would never suspect a thing.
**
I waited for nightfall to start analyzing the copies of Nigel's camera and computer. The camera was near empty, with just a few random videos from Nigel's trip to the zoo. A quick search for video files followed by files matching the reunion dates returned empty results. I was about to delete everything in frustration, but was interrupted by a phone call and I left it at that.
A few days later I was reading something that mentioned encrypted files and my mind instantly thought if Nigel had encrypted the videos because they were so sensitive. At first, I thought it couldn't be because he wasn't so sophisticated, but his lady friend could have taught him how to do it? I quickly reran searches for encrypted files, thanking my lucky stars for not having deleted the files.
And yes! My luck was turning, as I found some encrypted files that began with the word 'moscow'. The same folder also had files the began with 'la', and it looked like I had ended up with the motherlode of what could potentially be some awesome amateur porno. The only problem now was to decrypt it. Now, I am smart and nerdy and all that, but the guys who wrote that encryption software are way way smarter than I can ever hope to be. I would never get what I wanted if I didn't do a bit of social hacking. I infected his computer with a keystroke logger which would capture all characters he would type. Now, all I had to do was to wait a few weeks or trick him into wanting to watch the videos.
Over beers that weekend, I asked him some seemingly innocuous questions about his Idaho affair and whether this 'slut' of his was the only woman he fucked around with. Nigel was in a boasting mode, so he spoke a lot about some of his best encounters with this woman. He told me about how he was once almost caught by the woman's boyfriend and had to spend an hour in a closet while the boyfriend forced himself on her. He told me about how he fucked her in a parking lot at night, and in the great outdoors.
