Copyright 2017 by Stormbringer
Note: This story is based on the comic script by Stormbringer and the art of Kaoscomics.
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"Bye! Catch lots of fish," said Kate waving as her husband and son drove off on their weekend fishing trip.
She waited impatiently for them to drive out of sight before spinning around and racing into her house. The belt on her short robe came loose as she ran into the house, but Kate didn't care. She had one thing on her mind and that was getting her son's best friend's cock inside her again. Tyson's teenage black cock had taken her to sexual highs she hadn't known possible and she thought about it constantly. She dreamed about him the night after they had fucked. She was thinking of his cock last night while her much less endowed husband rutted on top of her until she pretended to orgasm. Most of all, she was thinking about sharing her bed with Ty for the entire weekend. A young bull like Ty could probably get it up for her a dozen times before he had to go home Sunday afternoon. Maybe more.
Kate ran up the stairs, large breasts leading the way, her yellow robe flapping behind her like a cape. She didn't glance at the family pictures hanging on the wall nor did she glance at her wedding picture. When she reached the second floor and the master bedroom, she let the robe drop to the floor completely.
Kate walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on to let the water warm up before turning back into the bedroom to grab her phone. They've left for the WE. Can't wait to C U again stud! XOXO, she typed onto the phone before sending the message off to Tyson. She was sure the young black teen was as eager to get his wonderful cock in her again as she was to have it inside her. Her thighs were going damp in anticipation just thinking about him.
Kate slipped into the shower and let the hot water run over her body. She couldn't get the image of Ty's cock out of her brain. The hard nubs on her nipples were throbbing just as her pussy throbbed along with her pulse. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it in her ears. Fucking her son's friend had awakened something in her that she hadn't felt since she was a teenager. Even as she ran her soapy hand down her flat tummy and over her strip of pubic hairs, her fingers slipped into the wet folds of her pussy trying to satisfy her needs. She bit her lower lip fighting the urge to satisfy herself, knowing that soon she'd have a tool much more capable of satisfying her then her thin little fingers.
Kate forced herself to focus on the shower, washing her hair and body with scented soaps. She wanted to smell good for her young lover. She expected this would be the first of many showers this weekend. Ty's huge testicles were filled with more cum then her husband could ejaculate in a year. Sex with Tyson was a messy proposition, yet she wanted him to cover her body with his seed. She hoped he would remember to bring condoms sized for his formidable cock. He'd cum so much in her husband's small sized rubber that it had looked like a water balloon and been quite painful as it inflated inside her womb. Plus, her state of arousal was usually a sign she was in her fertile cycle. She couldn't afford any accidents this weekend. She didn't like to consider Jack an accident, but her son was the result of her losing control during her fertile cycle.
Kate finished her shower and toweled her luscious body. She combed the water out of her long black hair. Dry, it was graying, but wet it looked darker making her look younger than her forty years. She noticed the light on her phone was flashing. She grabbed her glasses and checked it hoping it was a message from Ty. It was.
On my way. Gonna fuck you all WE long Mrs. H. He concluded it with an ASCII symbol of a long hard penis: 8=====D. Crude, she thought. Not like Ty at all, but the boy must be eager. She'd better hurry.
Kate walked over to her drawer and pulled out the little box. The lingerie had been a honeymoon present from her husband and she hadn't worn it since. Her breasts were a prouder DD back then, but her heavier EE breasts still fit in the cups. The material was sheer, and her entire areola were clearly visible as was her pubic strip through the panty. The sheer lingerie was lavender, the nylons were darker with purple rims, toes, and heels. She pulled the one up her long leg. It stopped at mid-thigh. It didn't have a garter to hold it up, but then she didn't need it. Kate wasn't even sure why she was putting it on, she didn't expect it to be on her body for very long. She hadn't primped this much for a man in nearly fifteen years.
DING DONG!
The doorbell startled her. Dammit! She'd told Ty to use the back door. She didn't want any nosy neighbors to see him, but the young black man had been a common sight at her house since he was ten years old. No one would be suspicious of him stopping by for a visit.
Kate opened the door, standing away from the entrance to keep any of her neighbors from seeing her nearly nude body. "Well, hello stud," she purred posing sexily. "OH SHIT!" she cried when she finally saw who was at her door. She crossed her arms over her chest, but failed to cover her oversized breasts. The man in her doorway wasn't Ty, but his father. "Mr. B... Brown, what are you doing here?"
Jerome Brown looked much like an older version of his son though meaner. He towered over her, one hand hooked in ratty sweats, the other hand holding a brown paper bag up to his face as he drank deep from the bottle hidden inside. He wore a stained white tee shirt, the black arms coming from the sleeves had bulging biceps larger than his son's. He lowered the drink from his mouth revealing his white goatee. The hair on his head was still dark for a fifty-year-old man, but the sides were gray with stripes that made him look distinguished. His dark eyes looked in her the face moving down to her soda can sized areola, the nipples, poking out through the sheer bra, hard from thinking about his son's cock. His eyes shone with approval, moving down her belly resting a second on the pubic strip beneath her panty before moving down to her nylons and back up to her breasts. "I'm here for the whore who been fucking my son," he growled.
Kate's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't look him in the eyes and glanced away demurely. "I don't know what you mean," she lied.
Jerome leaned on her door jam, glaring down at her. "Don't lie to me, slut." He said harshly.
Kate's body started to tremble, and she fought to remain still and calm. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. Yet, the lingerie made her feel like a slut. Yet, she was wearing it not for her loving husband, but for her son's best friend whose huge cock had her lusting after it again like a bitch in heat. She was a slut. "I'm not a slut," she whispered.