My son and Malik went up to Brian's room. I remained in the living room consumed with thoughts, wondering how my son had met this boy. I was also very puzzled by the fact that he was not at all like those other friends of my son. While I was sitting there in the living room alone I heard someone coming down the stairs, it was Malik. He came downstairs looking for something. My first thought was that he was looking for something valuable to steal, as I was trying to find excuses for myself to why he was so polite. After secretly watching him for three seconds I decided to move towards him, he saw me and asked where he could throw a piece of plastic he was holding in his hand. I was embarrassed with myself by the fact that I had even thought that he was stealing, I told him to give the plastic to me and that I would throw it for him, after handing me the plastic I went over to the kitchen and opened the cabin under the sink to throw the piece of plastic into the trash can, as I was bending over I felt that someone was watching me I turned around rather quickly to find no one standing there. I felt like a fool, not only did I think he was a burglar but also a pervert. The truth was that I was making all of these things up in my mind because I was lonely, deep inside me I wanted someone to look at my huge behind.
A couple of days had gone by and my thoughts were still raging inside me like a wild horse itching for a carrot, only I was not itching for a carrot. It was already past six, and I was preparing dinner as usual, my son Peter was sleeping over at his friend's house, while my husband was working late again and my son Brian was out with his friends. Not even had the clock struck seven when I heard a bang coming from the door. I went toward the door to see my son Brian angry and slamming the door again. Before I even was able to ask him what was going on he ran up to his room. I followed him upstairs and knocked on his door, asking him what had happened. I was told to mind my own business, and after asking him over and over again with no apparent respond I decided to call my husband. Just as I was about to go downstairs I heard my son cursing Malik. I had no idea what had happened. After trying to get my husband on the phone to no avail and getting no response from my son I decided to go to Malik to get some answers. Before leaving I told my son through the door that I was going out for a bit without telling him that I was going to Malik's home, since I did not want him to try to stop me.
I knew where he lived since I had driven my son to his house before; he lived in a huge house owned by his parents who have moved to Europe while Malik remained to finish school. It was raining hard while I drove there and I could barely see anything, so I parked my car at the intersection before arriving and started walking towards the house. I suddenly felt uneasy as the rain and thunder started to get even harder and so I ran towards Malik's house before getting completely wet. When I reached his porch I saw light inside, indicating he was home so I rang the doorbell. When I got no answer I rang again, then within a minute the door opened and I saw Malik in a towel soaked and dripping in water. My eyes stood still looking at his stomach muscles and chest, and my thoughts ran wild. He was startled to see me and invited me in right away before I got too wet. I sat down on his red sofa as he asked me to and then he took my wet coat off me and hung it on the knob by the main door. After a second or so I heard him saying that he was in the shower and that he did not hear the first bell. Still in his towel, he stood in front of me without even trying to cover himself up and asked me why I was here. I came out of my perverted daze and told him about my son. After explaining to him what was going on, he went towards the kitchen and returned with two soda cans and gave one to me without even asking me whether I wanted one or not. He then sat down beside me and explained to me that my son had a crush on a friend of Malik's called Jayla and that my son had become angry at Malik when he told him that he was not Jayla's type. I became relieved by the fact that this was only a boy crush thing, but then came the a-bomb. Malik then told me that before he was able to explain why Jayla was not my son's type Brian punched Malik in the face and started destroying things in his house and then seemingly ran away.
I was shocked at hearing those words. The thought that my son had actually hit someone destroyed my dream of a perfect family completely. I became confused and sad, my son had become someone else. I turned to Malik and asked him to please not press any charges. He stood up and went to throw his soda in the trash can. As he was turning around I could see part of his penis under his towel, which made all of my perverted thoughts resurface wilder then before. He came towards me and sat in front of me with his legs parted, almost like he wanted me to see his penis. He then said that he would have to explain a lot of things to his parents about the broken stuff. Just then I snapped out of my thoughts and raised myself up from the sofa and said that I would give him the money for the destroyed stuff. He said he was not interested in money. He then looked at me and smiled. He stood up and put his hand on my shoulder, that simple touch made my body warm and soft. He said that he had seen how I look at him, and that he knew that I needed certain attention. He grabbed my big behind which sent my soft warm body into a frenzied furnace. With no reaction from me Malik kept groping; I did not even try to stop him from touching me. My thoughts went in all directions telling me this is wrong and yet my body wanted this. I told myself that I was doing this for my son, but that was a lie. He slipped his hand into my long skirt and pulled it down, he then plunged his tongue into my mouth, which made me fall into a dream of lust. I unwillingly started sucking his tongue which was dancing inside my mouth. His saliva started to enter and expand into my mouth and I willingly swallowed it down my throat. Not even my husband had kissed me so good, his towel fell off and revealed his semi erect black penis.
While we were still kissing he directed my left hand to touch his penis, without thinking I grabbed it and I realized that I could not wrap my hand around it fully. I then broke off to see just how big his penis was, to my surprise his semi erect penis was longer and thicker than I thought humanly possible, he looked at me and smiled saying to me what I already knew, that I had never seen a bigger dick in my life. My vagina was dripping like a waterfall, soaking my underwear. He kept grabbing my behind and kissing my neck. It felt so good that I responded by stroking his humongous penis without even realizing it. I felt his penis getting larger and larger as I kept stroking him to a point that I even became scared to know how big it could get. He then stopped me from stroking it. At first I was afraid he had lost interest, but then he told me to turn around and show him my ass. I turned around embarrassed at the fact that my behind was so big, but he only bent down and grabbed my ass telling me how wonderful it was. After years of complaints from my husband that my ass was getting too big, I had started feeling embarrassed about my behind. Hearing Malik say those words made me even more soaked then before. Malik then pulled my wet underwear down revealing my soaking hairy vagina to him, making me even more embarrassed at the thought of having someone starring at my naked behind with my vagina dripping like a waterfall.
Malik came so close that I could feel his breath hitting my vagina. In that moment my thoughts started protesting to the fact that what I was allowing was wrong. While I tried to convince myself that I was doing this for my son, the feeling of something slippery and soft invaded me making me gasp so suddenly that my saliva dripped out of my mouth. Malik was pushing his tongue deep into me, to the point that his teeth hit the side of my vagina. I almost fell when he invaded me and I was struggling to hold myself up. His tongue was dancing even more now than before and was pushing itself in to a point that almost paralysed me. While I was drooling with saliva and gasping for air, my thoughts were lost in ecstasy and fell prey themselves to the same feeling my body was having. The feeling of his tongue passing through me, his teeth marking me at the sides and his nose touching and breathing on my anus made me come over and over again. Malik kept dancing and twisting his tongue so much that it felt like it was living its own life within me. His lips kept caressing and sucking my side walls so much that the mix of his saliva and my essence began to drip on the floor constantly. He then retracted his piercing tongue from my wet hole, his teeth slowly lifted themselves from the grapple they had done and the breath from his nose stopped hitting my anus with that cold wind like feeling. I thought for a moment that it was over.
