Finally, another week of attending college classes in the morning and stocking supermarket shelves in the afternoon was over. Mark tapped his foot on the bus' floor to the beat of some R&B music, eager for another weekend;
enjoying
the weekend for him meant staying up all night long in his mom's basement, playing video games and chatting with people online.
At least, his mother would go out again--to party until the early morning hours--giving him the opportunity to snap a couple of pictures of whatever revealing outfit she'd wear so he could share them with his online "friends" as well as so-called bullies lurking around in various chatrooms and Reddit servers.
His cheeks flushed when he got erect just from thinking about sharing his mom's pictures with total strangers online and reading their comments about her. Maybe his brain was wired wrong but he always came when guys called his mom names and described the ways they'd fuck her.
Perhaps, his old high-school classmates who constantly talked about her and were calling her a milf and telling him they wanted to fuck her had engendered the kink in him. Having dirty conversations about his mom was the only way he could get an erection anymore. His gaze landed on the cute young woman in a sundress standing right in front of him, the yellow fabric magnificently hugging her curves, and in his mind he saw her down on her knees, sucking on a big cock. Similarly, his cock throbbed when he envisioned the woman sitting to his left--who was wearing a black pencil skirt that had hiked up from the way she held her legs crossed--getting spitroasted by two black men.
He shook his head and tried to focus on the music and on something else, anything else. It was fucking impossible but, thankfully, the next stop was his. He climbed out of the bus, drew a deep breath, and headed down the street. Finally, he made it home and could look forward to a couple of days of doing what he wanted instead of things he had to do.
Home sweet home
, he thought and his lips twitched into a smile when he pushed the front door open and stepped into the living room of the two-story house wherein he grew up and still called home at twenty years old. At least, living with his mother allowed him to save up most of the money he made from his job for when he graduated from college.
"Hello, honey," his mom's chirpy voice greeted him from the kitchen. Something about the pitch of her voice sounded wrong but he shrugged it off as he hung his jacket and took his shoes off. "How was your day?"
"Exhausting. Yours?"
"Quite interesting."
His eyebrow arched but, once again, he ignored the mysterious tone coloring her voice. Maybe, he was just tired after spending the entire morning sitting through tedious classes and the whole afternoon stocking up shelves while avoiding customers that always got in his way.
"Mom, is dinner ready?" He asked after flinging himself on the couch, finally able to release a prolonged sigh.
"Plans for tonight are a bit different, honey," she responded in a sultry voice that caused him to sit up. He gasped and gaped at her strutting out of the kitchen in a pair of stiletto heels and a set of black lingerie that perfectly accentuated her large tits and round ass.
She was only thirty-nine, having had him at the age of nineteen, and maintained a magnificent figure; possibly why he had developed his kink, especially since most of his high-school mates called her a milf and always talked about wanting to fuck her.
"Mom, what are you wearing?" He asked in a quavering voice and his face turned scarlet from the fires burning under his skin.
"What?" She gave him a smile and twirled around on her heels. "Don't you like it? I think it looks great on me."
"It does, it..." He paused, shook his head, and drew a deep breath in a desperate attempt to slow down his thundering heart. "Why are you dressed like this?"
"Well, honey, this morning my laptop broke down and I had to check some important emails." He gulped and clasped his neck, knowing exactly where she was going with it. He had fantasized about it on numerous occasions but never believed it ever would come true. "So," she continued, "I went downstairs to use your computer, knowing you never shut it down. Which you
should
do, by the way; our electricity bills are getting too high.
Anyway
, when I opened your browser to log into my email account, I saw the websites you've visited the most on the browser's welcoming page."
"Look, it's not what you think," he protested in a trembling whisper.
"Oh, so you
don't
visit forums and chatrooms where you talk to strangers about them fucking me and post my picture online so random strangers can make degrading comments about me."
"Mom, I'm sorry, it's just..."
"Don't worry, honey," she interjected. As she walked towards him, his cock started engorging at the sight of her smooth, pale skin glistening under the lamp hanging from the ceiling. "I had my own fun, you know; I started chatting with some of your online friends, and it turns out some of them actually live in the city."
"What? You talked to them?"
"I did, yes. Shouldn't I have done that? I mean, they seemed like nice guys; and they were very eager to meet me.
Jerome
, you can come out now."
"Hey, man," the young black man said as he sauntered out of the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. "Good to finally meet you; you're
degrade my slut mom
, right? I'm
BBC Bully 20
. And yes, I am twenty years old."
He just stared at the young man walking towards his mom, unable not to marvel at his chiseled torso and muscular arms. If he tried to stop it, Jerome could beat him to a pulp without breaking a sweat.
"So," his mom explained when the young black man stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, "I checked some of the conversations you've had about me and noticed that you've talked a lot to Jerome and that he's a local. So, I messaged him--fortunately, he was online--to invite him over so he can do all the nasty, dirty things he wrote he'd do to me."
"I was really surprised, man," Jerome chortled while he was caressing her flat stomach, slowly raising his hands toward her DD-cup breasts. "When she first messaged me, I thought you were just being horny and in a roleplay mood. When she sent me a picture of herself with a note to prove it was her, I almost lost it. And the things she wrote to me...how she loves my big black cock, how she needs it inside her...it's a miracle I didn't come right there and then, man. So, just sit back and enjoy the show, cucky. What's your name, by the way?"
"It's Jack," Penelope answered for her son.
"Jacky the cucky," Jerome cackled. "Rhymes, doesn't it?"
"It sure does," she agreed with a shrug of her shoulders and turned around so she could face the young man. Her thin arms went around his broad shoulders and the moment their lips touched, Jack squirmed and stared at them kissing askance. It couldn't be real, it wasn't happening. Maybe someone had slipped him some hallucinogenics at work?
No way. Not a single pothead worked at the supermarket, let alone someone who would possess mushrooms or acid.
"God, baby," Jerome said when he dropped his hands down to her soft, round ass, "your ass is even better in real life. Nice, fat milf ass, and I'm gonna tap it."
A gasp escaped her lips when he spanked both cheeks hard, causing her heels momentarily to leave the floor. "Oh, be nice," she giggled.
"You don't want me to be nice, baby. And
you
don't want me to be nice to your mommy either, do you Jacky the cucky?"
Without giving Jack the opportunity to respond, not that he had anything to say in retort, he buried his face between her tits, motorboating them while making excessively loud sounds. "Your mom has some great funbags, cucky. And you're gonna love it when I shove my big black cock between them."
"Is this what you wanted, honey?" She asked her son who remained seated on the couch, unable to wrap his head around what he was witnessing. At the same time, his cock was responding to the action by throbbing and rubbing up against the fabric of his cheap boxer briefs.
"Look at him, getting all red in the face, shivering with excitement," Jerome chuckled. "You fucking love it, Jacky the cucky, don't you?"
With Jack's response being nothing but heavier breathing, Jerome unbuckled Penelope's bra and peeled it off her. With his hands around her waist, he turned her around to face Jack and pressed her tits hard. "Look at mommy's big tits, Jacky the cucky. So big and firm, huh? Milky, milfy tits, aren't they?"
He continued squeezing her tits while grinding his crotch against her ass.
"God, it does feel good," she moaned as his erect pole was pressed hard against her. "Take it off, baby, don't let that python of yours suffocate in there."
While facing Jack, and with her cheeks turning red, she yanked Jerome's sweatpants down and let out a gasp when his dong jumped and slapped her on the ass. Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around it, failing completely to close her fist around it, and rubbed it against her thigh.
"Look at how big it is, son," she said and bit the corner of her lips. "Even bigger than I thought. God, I can't wait to have it inside me. Do you think it'll fit?"
"Oh, I'll