I never would have believed what I saw with my own eyes yesterday if I hadn't been there to see it. Had it been someone else, I probably would have called the person a liar, except in this case, there was no someone else. And I was the only one there to see it, thus no witnesses besides me.
I went over yesterday to pay my mom a visit. My mom, Claudia, was in her mid-fifties, a supple creature who still somehow managed to retain half of her beauty even though she's moved into the menopause stage of life. She and my Dad have long divorced, though remained on talking terms. He'd given her the home I grew up in in Long Island, and on an early afternoon on Friday, yesterday, that was where I drove down to. It's been weeks since last time I saw her. We spoke regularly on the phone. She was such a society lady and me being a newspaper columnist she was always coming up with devious thoughts of me getting her name into the fashion magazine of which I was an Assistant Editor. It was a good job and I earned a steady salary that kept me and the wife in good health.
Anyway, back to my story.
It was a nice day for a drive and I'd stopped at a clothing shop and bought a purple dress I knew mom would like. It was her birthday and I was determined to surprise her. I parked my car in an underground garage not far from where her apartment building was and walked the rest of the way there with her gift-wrapped present in my arm. I took the elevator to her floor and I let myself in as I had a spare key; I knew she wouldn't mind. I called out her name but there was no answer. I dropped the gift present on the center table in the living room, but not before I noticed a bottle of Canada Dry and several half-empty glasses on it. There also was a sweet, pungent smell wafting around the room. It smelled like cannabis. I too was once a stubborn punk and had smoked my share of marijuana. I know my mom never smoked ... but then who was it that must have smoked such, I asked myself.
I went in the direction of the bedroom and swore I could hear some strange voices coming from there. The door stood a couple of inches open. I approached it carefully as I could distinctly hear what sounded like a woman's moaning voice along with other men's cheering laughter. I peeked into the bedroom and stared with amazement at what was taking place inside. Never would I have believed what I was seeing. My mother was on her arms and knees on the bed naked, surrounded by three muscular-looking black men and at the moment she had her mouth wrapped around a black cock while one of the men was pounding her hard and well from behind and the other was under her, sucking on her tits. I thought I heard myself release a gasping moan, but that could have been just my imagination. I did know that I was shocked, amazed, and surprised by what I was seeing that for a couple of seconds I doubted that was really my mom being punished sexually like that.
