"A Lesson In Using A Mouth Organ"
"Damn it, DeShaun, suspended again!" fumed our lovely platinum blonde-haired Mandy Collins. "This is the third time in three months."
Mandy Collins, a renowned porn star and business entrepreneur paced the dining room, upset with her adopted son.
Ms. Collins, always socially conscious, had adopted the eighteen-year-old black teenager. After her twin boys and adopted son, Jamal went away to college, and Mandy felt it was her duty to adopt a healthy black teen to give him a boost in his ghetto everyday life.
"Mother, it wasn't my fault this time. I don't know how your magazine got in my locker." complained the muscular DeShaun. His smile all pearly white teeth and charming. "They are always on my ass because I'm your son and black."
DeShaun craned his neck to watch as Mandy leaned over the dining room dish nook, searching the drawers for her cigarette lighter. Her white silk kimona rode up above her tanned asscheeks, giving the teenager a cock stiffing view of her butthole and smooth hairless split peach of her cunt.
Turning to face her son Mandy tapped her long lacquered nails on the oakwood surface. Lighting her Sherman Black and Gold cigarette with her found gold lighter, she took a long, thoughtful pull on her black cigarette.
Cupping her elbow as she smoked, she exhaled duel streams of smoke from her perfect nose. Giving the boy an amused smile as she licked her lips.
DeShaun grinned and shook his head, knowing what was coming next. Mandy leaned on the table, resting her magnificent 38DD boobs on the polished surface. Her movement made the creased kimona lapels drape open, giving the boy a delightful view of Mandy's deep cleavage.
The teenager enjoyed how three strands of white pearls disappeared into the canyon created by the twin cantaloupe titties. Licking her full red lipsticked lips, Mandy exhaled a perfect ball of smoke in DeShuan's direction.
"What am I going to do with you?" asked Mandy, a lascivious twinkle in her green eyes as her pink tongue tip worked the corner of her inviting mouth.
She stood up, and the silk robe fell open, exposing her slightly rounded mommy belly and tanned thighs. Her bald pubic mound protruded like a plump peach., ripe and waiting for closer inspection.
DeShaun stood up, and patted his washboard belly, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his Nike basketball shorts. Smiling, he worked his thumbs along the elastic circling his torso.
"You! Young man have been a very naughty boy!" purred Mandy biting her lower lip in anticipation of DeShaun's next move. She traced her blood-red nails across the polished wood as she stepped around the table.
The lump in the eighteen-year old's shorts pulsed. DeShaun had a thing for women in spiked heels, and the clear acrylic skyscraper cum fuck the hell out of me sandals Mandy was sporting had his cock begging for release.
DeShaun watched the white kimono drop to the floor, and his new mom's hot cougar body was on display in all it's naked glory. The strands of white pearls hung between his mom's big titties, pointing to the wonderland between her thighs.
Mandy loved this little game she was playing with DeShaun. She felt the old familiar flip flop in her tummy that she felt in the company of a stiff young prick.
Her vagina was turning into a wet juicy mess, just thinking about that hard black cock she was playing hide and seek within those Nike shorts.
Frenching a mouth full of the gold filter-tipped cigarette smoke, Mandy slowly let the smokey exhale flood across her full breasts.
She thought back to the day the probation officer had delivered DeShaun Thomas on her doorstep. Mandy was delighted with her hand-picked personal plaything. Her friend, the assistant D.A., told Mandy the young blood was either going to the Collin's house or the U.S. Army, and she could help him out of the jam he was facing.
Mr. DeShaun was a smart ass and had an aversion to finishing high school, and Mandy was determined to make the bastard graduate, and she had to admit having a stiff cock at her beck and call was worth all the problems with the kid.
Standing in front of the teenager, Mandy placed her cigarette between her red pouty lips, then touched her hands to the boy's hairless chest. Tracing her sharp nails across his brown nipples, she felt him stiffen.
"You like that, Mr. Naughty?" smirked Mandy with a smokey whisper.
DeShaun reached up and cupped her big breasts, his thumbs worrying the erect thumb thick nipples. This made Mandy whimper softly. She blinked her eyes, looking at the black boy/
"You .like that, Mrs. Naughty?" he laughed, squeezing her firm titties, "Who's punishing who?"
Mandy stamped her spiked sandals like an impatient school girl, "You Daddy!" she hissed, raining moist red lipstick kisses on the black skin of his chest. She kissed her way up his neck till she found his open lips, then she French Kissed him her long tongue, searching the boy's open mouth.
DeShaun tasted the older woman's cigarette smoke and her spit. Mom's Mandy always had a particular taste to her mouth when she was hot.
It was a coppery cinnamon taste. The first time Mandy had kissed him, he knew it didn't take much to get the juices flowing. Mandy had kissed him when the D.A. had dropped him off and five minutes later had her hands in his shorts.
"You bastard, you make me wet!" growled Mandy moving her mouth down to his nipples. "I'm going to suck you off!"
"Of course you are bitch! You love DeShaun's cock." the black eighteen year old laughed as he watched Mandy kiss her way down to his belly. Her mouth was tattooing his smooth skin with red lip prints.
Reaching the waistband of his Nikes, Mandy bit the elastic yanking the shorts down.
The black teen grunted when Mandy's mouth couldn't pull the shorts over the lump in the material.
