Call it fate our luck?
I was sitting on the sofa the next day watching a ball game, a Saturday, while my mother was napping. My left hand was consciously rubbing the spot where my mother's ass would be when talking to Darrell and masturbating.
Reaching for my tea glass, the coaster was lifted with the glass, dropping off into my lap as I put the glass to my lips. The coaster had flipped upside down and I saw a number scribbled on the back of it. Retrieving it, bring it up for inspection, I pondered. Could it be?
I left the sofa and quietly checked to see if my mother was still napping soundly. I went to the back of the house to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed and reached for the phone. I dialed the number.
"Hello." I heard an African-American voice say.
"Is this Darrell by any chance?" I asked.
"Who is asking?" He queried.
"Do you know a white lady by the name of Maggie?"
"Hold on a minute and let me check out in the garage." He replied, and I waited a long minute for him to speak again. "Yes I do. You must be Sean? Your mother is a sweet lady!"
"I am, and she is." I replied. "Has she talked to you about setting up a meeting?"
"Yes. Sort of." He responded. "She said the next time we talk we would set a date and she would give me her address."
We talked for about 30 minutes. He knew about my mother's arthritis but did not know how bad it was. I told him it was quite bad and had concerned her greatly about meeting him, not being able to perform adequately doing sex. I told him of her concern about her looks, but told him that was just her anxiety talking.
"Did she tell you how old she is?" I quizzed.
"I forget the exact number but she's in her 50s." He answered. "I'm 33. She told me I was a bit older than you."
"Has she mentioned me much?" I continued my quiz.
"Hell, Sean, you're a good 90% of what we do talk about." He answered in an astonished tone. "I find it amazing you're willing to share her pussy."
"We've never -- screwed." I said.
"You're shitting me, man." He said. "She told me other night that if we met I was not to mention that I knew you two were intimate. I just figured you had screwed her."
I held my breath and told him of our true relationship.
I told him I was the one that had been pushing her to meet with him - because I was not screwing her. That she was not inclined to let me watch and that I was now hoping he would be in my corner and work it out somehow.
"Well, the lady has restraint! I pretend to be you all the time!" He exclaimed. "She must really want your cock bad! It makes one wonder why she wastes her time on the phone with me. My question to you is - do you want to fuck your mother? If I can make the watching part happen, do you want me to try to make the ultimate happen?"
"I do." I answered."
"If I can make it happen, it would work out good for everybody." He explained. "My wife and I had been in a real bad place for the last year and a half. But, things are a lot better now and I need to get the hell off the phone with Maggie. I've been reluctant because she is just such a nice lady."
We said our goodbyes, agreeing that our conversation never happened and to continue the effort for their meet should by mother linger in her decision.
Mom, however, had made her decision and with her next phone call to Darrell they had set a date to meet. Darrell was able to free up a Saturday evening.
"You have to stop worrying, mom!" I comforted. "If he is as nice as you say, everything is going to be fine."
"I know, Sean - I know!" My mother whined. "I feel like meeting him dressed like this is odd."
I had assured my mom that dressing down in black sexy underwear, bra and a knee length, sexy black sleeping grown, which I had purchased myself after consulting with Darrell, was the way to go.
We heard the knock on the door and my mother's anxiety revved up and was quite visible. I patted her on the knee as I rose to answer the door.
"You must be Sean?" Darrell said, with extended hand.
"And you must be Darrell!" I replied, taking his hand as we smiled knowingly at each other.
I can't tell you what exactly I was expecting, but it was not a 6'4", extremely handsome and muscular black man - towering over my 5'9" height. His head was bald and he was dressed in neat khaki shorts and a plaid shirt.
He immediately saw my mother who had stood up and had taken a few steps around the coffee table. He closed on her and wrapped her in a soft embrace.
"Maggie, I have looked forward to meeting you, pretty lady!" He said.
My mother, I could tell, was as stunned by the young handsome black man as I was. His words seemed to relax her.
"I'll leave you two to talk for a few minutes." I said. "Mom you want the usual?"
"That would be fine, Sean." She answered.
"Darrell, what can I get you?" I queried.
"Do you have Vodka?" He asked, then, seeing my nod. "And Coke over ice will be fine."
As I turned for the kitchen, I saw mom and Darrell take a seat on the sofa close to each other. I lingered in the kitchen for many minutes before making drinks and returning to the living room.
"Your mother has explained to me that you two have a very close relationship and that she would like you to be present during my entire visit." He said, picking up his drink. "I think it's wonderful, Maggie, that you and your son or so close. She has explained to me that you sometimes help her bath so her nakedness will not be a concern."
I sat across from them as we consumed our first round of drinks. Darrell complemented my mother on her outfit, her red hair and the attractiveness of her large tortoiseshell frame glasses.
"Does the cuff match the collar?" He asked teasingly.
"Yes!" My mother giggled girlishly. "You just keep that thought in mind!"
"Sean, I don't know how you stay sane with such a lovely and sexy woman around. Just the vision of bathing such a desirable woman is maddening." He observed, a knowing smile on his face. "Maggie, I bet you have seen Sean's looks of desire while he washes your back and your legs and thighs?"
"He gets a little frisky with his hands sometimes but I just smack them and tell him to behave yourself - that I'm your mother!" She giggled.
"That he can watch you have sexual intercourse with another man - a stranger - keeping you safe - attests to his love for you!" Darrell said.
I stood and gathered up the empty glasses. Darrell whispered in my mother's ear and her gaze went to my crotch as she smiled a knowing smile. Indeed, my erection was showing. I left to retrieve another round of drinks.
On my return, I sat watching them as they whispered in each other's ear and smooched lovingly, their heads close together.
"Sean, your mother wants me to undress." Darrell said with a devilish tone.
"She insists I go first!"
Darrell stood and began to unbutton his shirt, removing his loafers at the same time. My mother stared wantonly as his muscular torso was revealed. With noticeable anticipation, she watched as he unbuckled his khakis and let them drop, kicking all under the coffee table. He then pushed his briefs down. My head did not shake visibly in disbelief as I saw, as did my mother, his cock hanging down a good 4 inches, not indicating any erection. Darrell buttocks were tight and bubbled that any good-looking woman would be envious of. He returned to his seat next to my mother. She gawked at his cock.
Without asking or being directed, my mother reached across with her right hand to take hold of his "limp" cock. After fondling it for long moments she began to stroke it and it came to life, thickening and firming up to a good 7 or 8 inches.
I was feeling very self-conscious of my own sexual attributes as I left to mix up a third round of drinks.
On my return, mom was seductively removing her garments. When she stood totally nude, I stared in awe. She was matronly, large breasted with a large ample ass, but she totally mesmerized me and I could tell Darrell too. His eyes moved continuously over her body as she moved slowly in a circle for his appraisal.
He patted the sofa on the opposite side from where she sat previously. She now sat to his left.
"Maggie and I agree." Darrell said, wagging his finger up and down at me. "It's your turn."
Sitting the drinks on the coffee table, I began to disrobe. I soon stood before the two of them. Darrell smiled at my face knowingly, while my mother stared at my stiff erection, curving slightly upward. Though I had always thought my cock more than ample, I felt inadequate glancing at Darrell's cock, which had softened slightly.
My mother again reached for Darrell's cock and leisurely stroked it and she sat back on the sofa pillows.
Darrell shifted to face my mother and bent to suck on her nearest nipple.
My mother's pleasure became quite visible and she moaned softly as her hand tightened around Darrell's cock. Never having had the pleasure, as they remained out-of-bounds to me, I was surprised at her nipple's sensitivity.
So sensitive and intense, my mother pushed Darrell's head from her tit. She then bent to apparently suck his cock, but stopped short when the effort pained her.
"Standup for me Darrell!" She explained. "Standup! Quickly please!"
Still with some effort and pain, she managed to bring herself to the edge of the sofa. Out of my sight, standing in front of my mother, her hand on his buttocks, she proceeded to suck his cock.
Inquisitive as I was, I stood and moved to the side of the sofa so I could see how she was doing with his large cock. I was fascinated with watching her as she took almost half of his cock into her mouth. She soon cupped and fondled his balls with her right hand as the fingers of her left encircled his shaft and stroked
I began to stroke my own cock.
I was mystified that she did not stop after long minutes. Darrell was moaning and did not showed any intentions of stopping her. Was her intention to finish him off? I wanted to know! I wanted to stop her! Why, I had no idea! I suppose I was afraid Darrell would lose his interest, which would affect my interest.
I heard him moan with orgasm. Saw my mother struggle to swallow or contain Darrell's ejaculate, but it oozed out from the side of her mouth, dropping on the carpet.
I was beside myself with concern.
I watched as Darrell helped mom to her feet.
