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CHAPTER 13)
One evening at dinner, Mom told us that she was going to go out to a movie with another mom. She's done this a few times before, and I never gave it any thought. But knowing what I know now, I wondered if that's what she was really going to do. I checked out her clothes before she left the house: she had on a frumpy heavy sweater – but I know that trick of hers now. She also wore one of her shorter casual denim skirts, with no hose, and high-heeled shoes. The skirt might be explainable, but it was the shoes that made me suspicious. They were a little too flashy and uncomfortable for a casual movie outing.
I told Dad that I was going over to a friend's house. I got in my car right before Mom left the house, and parked around the corner, waiting for Mom to leave. She whizzed by me and I followed her. It wasn't too hard to tail a minivan, but I did worry that she would recognize my car if I accidentally got too close.
Mom didn't go pick up her friend, who only lived a few blocks from us, and she wasn't heading towards the local Cineplex, either. I was beginning to think my suspicions were correct. We live in a very middle class, very white town, but there is a seedy side near the old downtown industrial area. That's where Mom drove to.
Mom slowly circled one block of closed and boarded shops and a liquor store and a bar. The second time past she parallel parked the Minivan. I had to hurry back around the block to park about five spaces behind her. I could still see her in the car. She had removed her coat, and was pulling off her sweater. Knew it.
Mom exited the van with her purse and no coat. Besides the shorter denim skirt, she was wearing a white sleeveless sweater. It was real cold out. She walked in my direction, and I had to duck down a little. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra under the sweater. Her dark fat nipples were visible to the whole block under the streetlights, and her heavy jugs bobbled noticeably. She almost looked like a hooker to me.
Just before Mom got to my car, she stopped at a dumpy-looking bar, and entered it. I couldn't go into the bar, but I was dying to know what Mom was doing there. I decided to sit tight for a while. I looked around. I was now the only white person I saw on the street. I was a little nervous about being there.
I waited. Clearly she wasn't coming out right away. Black dudes young and old entered and left the bar, dressed up and dressed down. A couple of women, too. But no white people.
It was about thirty minutes later when she exited. She looked back, and a black guy was leaving with her! He was maybe middle age; about as tall as my statuesque mom, but pretty well built, wearing a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off, and black baggy pants.
Mom had a smile on her face. The guy was expressionless. But he took Mom by the arm and led her down the street. They didn't go far. They turned down an alleyway just a couple of shops down from the bar. I pulled my sweatshirt hood over my head, exited my car, and headed toward the alley.
There were other people on the street, but nobody paid me any attention. I peered around the corner into the alley. Mom and the dude were standing halfway down the alley. Between them and me was a dumpster. I walked into the alley and hid behind the dumpster.
From the streetlights coming from either end of the alley there was plenty of light for me to see him slowly take one look around. Then he stood before Mom, unzipped his pants, and dropped them along with his boxers. Mom dropped to her knees in front of him.
Mom stroked his jet-black cock with her white hand. Mom said that I was well endowed! This dude put me to shame. He was long and thick.
The Dude grabbed the back of Mom's head, and pulled it to his crotch. Mom opened her mouth wide, and stretched her lips around his cock. She sucked on it rapidly while palming his balls. The Dude had no expression on his face while Mom gave it everything she had. Shit, I thought, my mother sucks black cocks in alleys!
The Dude grabbed Mom's hair, and mumbled something. Mom let the cock slide out of her mouth, and stood up. The Dude grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, and pushed her against the alley wall. With her legs spread and her hands up against the wall, she looked like she was going to be frisked.
The Dude stood right behind Mom. He calmly grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, and lifted it, bunching it up around her waist, exposing Mom's shiny red thong panties! From the side I could see some of her bare ass.
Dude grabbed the sides of her thongs, and yanked them down Mom's hips to her knees, and from there they fell on their own to her ankles, where Mom kicked them off of her right foot, leaving them bunched up around her left shoe.
The Dude aimed his hard cock at Mom, and worked it into her pussy. I wondered if it would all fit. Apparently I had nothing to worry about, since it only took him a couple of thrusts to shove the whole length of his cock into her pussy, and begin humping away on her.
Over the din of the street noise behind me, I could hear Mom letting out little squeals with each thrust. Her head was thrown back, her mouth was open, and she appeared to have a pained expression on her face.
For his part, The Dude looked so relaxed, almost disinterested, like he was folding his laundry or something. He was humping her hard and fairly fast, but with no apparent effort or emotion on his face, like he'd done this a thousand times before. He did lift up Mom's top, bunching it up under her armpits, exposing her bare tits. He reached up and grabbed both of them, and squeezed them hard and shook them rapidly. Mom's body was in shadows, but I could still see the difference in color between her pale tits and the ebony fingers that were squeezing them.
Dude crouched down just a little to get a good angle on Mom's pussy, but with her long legs and hi heeled shoes her ass was pretty high up in the air for him. He released her tits and grabbed her hips.
I could hear flesh slapping together, and could see Mom's ass flesh rippling and shaking when the big ebony body slammed into it. Mom's head was writhing around as she squealed.
It didn't take long. The Dude stopped, withdrew his cock from Mom, and hosed white sperm onto Mom's back and ass crack. He wiped himself off on her ass, and casually pulled up his pants. Without a word to Mom, he slowly sauntered by my hiding place by the dumpster, and out of the alley. Mom took a minute to compose herself, still leaning against the wall, with her head hanging down, panting. Shortly she pulled her shirt back over her tits and her skirt down over her ass. Somehow her panties had fallen loose onto the filthy alley asphalt, and Mom just left them there. She walked unsteadily back down the alley. I felt protective enough to watch her to make sure she got to her van all right. Then I went back to the alley, put Mom's dirty red thongs in my pocket, and headed to my car.
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I didn't confront her with it right away. I waited until we were completely alone. I also needed some time to think about it. But I knew that I wanted to fuck her really, really bad. And I knew that there wasn't much she could do to punish me if she didn't like my approach. I wasn't planning on raping my mom, but I decided to be very insistent in getting what I wanted.
It was a couple of evenings later. My dad and my sister went to Best Buy after dinner, leaving me alone with Mom. Mom was in the kitchen doing the pots and pans in the sink. She was wearing some tight blue jeans, along with a white turtleneck sweater. Her sleeves were rolled to do the dishes. I was wearing sweatpants and boxers, and a black t-shirt.
I came up behind her and grabbed her by the hips. I moved my arms around her waist, and goosed her.
"No, Honey, don't," she said, and she took my hands off of her.
I reached into my pocket, pulled out her soiled red thongs that she left in the alley, and tossed them onto the counter.
Mom stopped and looked at them for a minute. She looked back at me, and back at the panties. "What are those?" she asked.
"They're your thongs."
"I don't wear thongs. Where did you get them?"
"You left them in the alley the other night."
"I did no such thing. Why do you think they're mine?"
"I saw you drop them there. You know, right before the big black guy fucked you from behind."
Mom dried off her hands and turned around. But I kept her trapped against the counter. "Have you been following me?"
"Oh, a little. I had a hunch you weren't going to any movie with any girlfriend."
There was a moment of silence. Then Mom said, "What do you want?"
"I want what the black guy got."
"Oh no! NO!" Mom sighed, then turned around and started washing pots again. "I'm NOT going to have sex with my own son. No!"
I put my hands back on her hips, and goosed her a little. "Yes you are."
"No, Brad, no. It's immoral and illegal. They could throw me in jail."
"Fucking and sucking black guys in public alleyways is illegal, too." I moved my hands up her stomach, up her chest. I grabbed her breasts. She was wearing a bra, a thin one.
