Chương 1927: MOM MEETS DARRELL
Finishing college in upstate New York, I found an apartment near my parent's apartment in Flushing, New York and landed a job in the City. A few years later my father passed away and I gave up my apartment to move in with mom, Maggie. I found it a workable solution as it saved me money and hopefully I could buy a house soon. Secondly, mom had arthritis really bad and I was able to help her cope with the loss of her husband - my father - and life in general.
I am now nearing 30 and still have not saved up enough money to purchase a home. Things came up and money was spent. I now had a steady girlfriend now and there was money to be spent nurturing the relationship. Mom is now 52 and having to use a walker to get around. Needless to say, should I get married my wife would have to understand that my mother was going to live with us.
The apartment I had grown up in is a small two-bedroom, up 21 stairs. My bedroom was at the back of the apartment and I had to walk through the kitchen to get to the living room and bathroom. I often wondered how old the apartment building was, certainly before the modern codes came into effect. My mother's bedroom was off to the side of the living room. Her bed was rather high to facilitate getting and out with her stiff and aching joints.
It was common practice for mom to be on the phone at all hours of the evening and night talking to one of her friends while she watched TV. Though the apartment was small such sounds rarely reached my bedroom. I often caused by mother to jump with surprise whenever I would have to go to the bathroom, as she would not hear me coming. I suppose I surprised her, as I very rarely had to pee after going to bed.
One such evening, I was feeling humorous and intentionally peeked around the door as I reached the living room. I know my eyebrows must have lifted in shock seeing my mother whispering into the phone with her nightgown hiked up and her right hand down the front of her panties.
"Fuck me, Darrell! You fuck me so good!" I heard her whisper.
Her eyes were closed and the flicker of the TV screen made for quite an erotic and intoxicating scene.
'Whom in hell could she be talking to?' I thought, not able to withdraw or take my eyes off of the scene in front of me.
Her left leg, which was up against the sofa, was bent at the knee with her foot flat on the sofa. Her right leg was mostly straight with her knee slightly bent and cocked to one side. I could see her hand moving beneath her panties and I consciously felt my briefs stretch as my erection grew.
I was fascinated and awed by the thought of my straight-laced mother having phone sex and masturbating. Eyeing the wall clock, I saw it was 2:30 AM and she must've surely thought she was safe in her sexual escapade. As I slowly inched my way to the foot of the sofa, my intention was to show her she had been discovered. I was indeed feeling quite humorous.
I stood at the foot of the sofa for a good 12 or 15 minutes watching my mother please herself and mutter her sexual banter. I heard the name "Darrell", so undoubtedly it was a male at the other end of the line, presumably stroking his cock. Another erotic scene flashed in my mind.
"Pushed it deep! Stick that big black cock deep into my belly!" She whispered with labored breath. "Oh God! It's good! I bet your black cock is begging for my white pussy!
Her words made my cock pulse with the thought that my mother had thoughts of a black man fucking her. It was totally unbelievable!
I watched her hand move. She was undoubtedly finger-fucking herself, causing me to ponder what her pussy must look like. It was undoubtedly wet with pussy juice!
"I'm close, baby!" I heard her say. "Are you ready! Give it to me! Give me your cum!"
I was rubbing my stiff cock through my briefs as her body stilled, then quaked as the orgasm seized her, her ass flexing, thrusting back at an imaginary cock. As the orgasm subsided her eyes opened.
"SEAN! WHAT THE HELL!!" She shouted. "I've got to go!"
Mom, in one swift motion, dropped the phone into the its cradle, withdrew her hand from her panties, pushed her knee length nightgown back into place and made the visibly painful effort to swing her feet to the floor as she sat up. Her long red hair draped over both shoulders as she removed her large tortoiseshell glasses and dropped her head and gaze the floor. Her head shook back-and-forth slowly as she tried to catch her breath. I knew she was in pain from the quick movements.
"You have nothing to say for yourself!" She finally stated without looking up.
"I was only watching." I retorted. "You seemed to be having fun. Should I have interrupted you?"
She looked up at me glaringly. Then, her eyes dropped to the bulge in my briefs. She replaced her glasses, I suppose, to assure herself of her observation.
"You have screwed Nancy countless times in your bedroom! I have spied on you?" She exclaimed.
"Mom! I had to pee!" I explained.
"You could not just go pee and go back to bed?" She quizzed. "You had to stand here at the foot of the couch watching me?"
"I guess I could have - should have - I suppose!" I replied. "I had no idea that you did this sort of thing. And you're a woman for crying-out-loud! If a gun was to my head........."
Mom seemed to relax a bit and slumped back on the sofa pillows.
"Who is Darrell?" I inquired. "And how long have you been-doing this?"
"None of your damn business!" She exclaimed. "Now get your ass back to bed!"
Mom being mom, I did as I was told. But the next morning at breakfast I could not help but seek an answer to mom's mysterious phone sex partner. I hoped she would be more responsive.
"Are you going to tell me who Darrell is?" I asked, as I took a sip of my coffee.
"Just some guy." She began after a brief hesitation. "Started out as a wrong number. We talked a minute about who he was looking for and then he asked me "would you like an obscene phone call tonight". I thought it was someone I knew when I was working. Maybe one of my dumb ass friends had put him up to it. The more we talked the more comfortable I got with him. I was curious, and then aroused, the rest is history, I suppose."
"You have been talking to him long enough to call it history?" I queried.
"About six months now." She answered. "About two - sometimes three -- times a week."
"That is absolutely fascinating!" I said. "Did you and dad have an active sex life?"
"Aren't you inquisitive one!" She answered. "Not really. It's been painful for me for years. We came up with the idea of the higher bed to take his weight off of me and then discovered his heart medicine made his dick limp."
"You apparently like sex?" I queried.
"You think!" She sarcastically remarked.
"Well, let me know when you and Darrell are going to hook up and I'll try to stay out of your way." I said, finishing by breakfast and standing to leave for the drive to the City.
"I'm probably going to tell him we can't talk anymore." She said.
"Why? Because I know about it? Let's be grown-ups about this mom. Don't be embarrassed and mess up a good thing." I encouraged. "Your secret is out and I don't care.
"He's been pushing me to meet him." She explained. "He seems to be a good guy but he's married and I don't think he's much older than you are."
"It doesn't seem like he's getting a lot of sex either." I said. "You're helping each other. Don't mess it up, mom. You don't ever have to meet him, you know."
I gave mom a kiss on the forehead and headed out the door.
She informed me shortly after the fact that she had to tell Darrell, due to me catching her and her quick disconnect, that she had a son living with her and he had been the one that caught her masturbating - having phone sex. She assured him that all was well and that her son had actually encouraged her to continue.
The weeks soon amounted to months and mom, as I had hoped, let me know when she was going to call Darrell.
During everyday conversations, one or the other of us would shift the conversation to sex. I had found out that mom had never given Darrell her phone number, but would be out in his garage at a certain time any scheduled night they agreed on. If she did not call, he would be there until she did. Apparently, their phone conversations lasted hours with only a brief interlude into phone sex- at the beginning -- middle - or end, according to the need. They both knew quite a bit about each other.
Surprisingly me to no end, mom's sexual life was related to me like a sexually steamy paperback. I learned she could not have children after my birth. She had had two brief affairs with single men and had used some bizarre methods to satisfy herself. I reciprocated telling her about sex with Nancy, my current steady girlfriend, and the other four women I had been with. One, I embellished making her much older than she actually was.
"Why don't you hide in the closet one evening and watch me fuck Nancy?" I said one day teasingly. "Then we would be even."
"As I told you times before, that is it inappropriate word." She chided. "That's an interesting proposal. I'll give it some thought." One morning about 3:00 AM I had to pee. After hitting the bathroom, I wondered across the living room and looked out of one of the large windows onto the street below. The usually busy street showed very little movement.
"Sean? Are you up?" I heard mom asked.
She rarely slept with her door closed and I wandered into her room and to her one large window, pulling down the blind to continue my viewing of the street.
"I thought I heard something." I answered with a small white lie. "Can't you sleep?"
"No. I've just been laying here. My legs hurt something awful!" She answered.
"Maybe if I rubbed them a few minutes it might help." I said, not really asking as I moved to her bed and began rubbing her legs between her knee and foot.
I had never given mom any type of massage and I could feel the tenseness in her legs, but after a few minutes she seemed to relax and I alternated between the legs, lifting each to reach the back section, keeping my hands below her knees. I soon moved to her feet and spend some time massaging them before going back to her legs.
"Is it helping a bit?" I asked.
"Yes. I think so. You're not going to stop are you?" She inquired.
"No. Of course not." I replied. "Have you talked to Darrell recently?"
"Not this week." She answered. "He's on vacation. He'll be gone for another two weeks."
"That's unfortunate. You two have been pretty regular." I said. "You must be missing him?"
During this brief little course of words, I had extended my massage about 6 inches above her knees. Mom did not tense as I reached behind her legs to squeeze lightly.
"You never please yourself without him?" I quizzed.
"Never quite the same." She answered. "I feel very fortunate to have received his phone call that night. He seems to be as happy with our arrangement as I am. He still pushes to meet but drops the subject quickly. We talk about things we - or I - would never do in real life. We can get quite nasty sometimes."
"Well, one thing for certain, I stopped thinking of you as straight-laced a long time ago."
My hands were well up onto her thighs now as I alternated from one leg to the other. The moment I began to massage her legs my intent was less than honorable. I well knew she had not talked to Darrell in a week, as she had not told me to stay clear. I had been right in hoping that she had not masturbated alone. I intended to push the envelope should mom let me.
"I find it funny that you thought I was straight-laced. That would indicate that you thought of me - that way." She said more than asked.
"I didn't think I ever did." I replied. "But after that night, I suppose, I did."
"Thinking of me "that way", I kind of made it sound vague, I suppose. Would you be more specific for me?" She asked.
"Well, you're a lot more sexual than I ever thought you were." I began. "Now that I know you are, it opens up the door for more questions - questions that would be embarrassing for a son and mother to discuss."
I was now rubbing my mother's legs in an area that would most certainly be called inappropriate. She had not called a halt to my progress. She had, in fact, spread her legs slightly, evidently due to her thick thighs touching, to allow me to reach inside and under to massage them.
"After all the conversations we've had? Well, give a shot." She said. "I'll tell you if it's appropriate."
"I heard you use very explicit and sexually arousing talk with Darrell. Did you talk like that when dad was fucking you?" I quizzed.
"Well, for starters that word is inappropriate as I've told you many times. At least until one is in a heightened state of arousal." She said. "But to answer the question - hell no. When your dad was screwing me, I did very little more than lie there. He shot off so quickly he rarely got me aroused or considered my needs. When I was young I pleased myself two to three times a day so I did not bother me in the least. Then, I developed this god awful arthritis and it became difficult."
"Now!" She continued. "I think your pure intentions went south the moment your hands went above my knees. Which only shows that if you give a man enough rope he'll hang himself. What you're doing with your right hand could have been deemed inappropriate, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. But now, your left hand could have crossed the line. In truth, I now wonder if the pure intentions wherever there."
She was right. My left hand had moved to her mound as my right hand continued to massage her thighs two inches from her treasure. My left hand was lightly squeezing her abundantly meaty mound.
"The word -- could." I vocally theorized, not removing my hand from her mound. "That's a bit vague. Could you be a bit more specific about that word "could"?"
"First, a question you might not think to ask, I'll answer. When you get to my age with my sexual urges that were never satisfied until recently you can become a bit deviant. You can get yourself aroused with all of the incestuous thoughts you want but there is no way in hell you're going to screw me. To screw me, you would first have to give me aroused the point of not carrying. My pussy and nipples are off-limits to your wandering hands - but have at it. My definition of "could " is very liberal."
I took her at her word and a whole new world, called mom, was opened up to me. My hands roamed over the front of my mother's body. My hands went under the paper light nightgown as I continued my massage and exploration. I found her breast heavy as they sagged to the side. Taking care to avoid her nipples, I cupped, squeezed and firmly massaged her ample breasts. I asked and was granted removal of her nightgown. I asked and she rolled over to her belly, though she appeared pained in doing both.
As I began to massage her shoulders and back, I peppered her with light kisses, which in my heart contained affection. Her arms, even her hands, received my attention. Vocally she praised me for the loving massage.
I rubbed and kissed my way down to her buttocks. I tenderly and delicately began to remove her panties. She did not resist and assisted as best she could with their removal. Amazingly, my mother now lay completely nude in a less than darkened room, as the streetlights gave the room a filtered eerie glow. I proceeded to lavish kisses and massage my mother's ass, which was also heavy and meaty. A woman's ass is like candy to me and mom's ass was exquisite.
"Mom, may I look at it?" I queried.
"Look at what?" She inquired.
"Your pussy." I answered.
"You want to look at my pussy?" She queried back. "Do you really want to see the hole you came out of? Because I'm inclined to allow it!"
"Yes. I want to see it very much." I replied.
Again , with pain effort and my help, she rolled to her back. With the help of her hands she positioned her knees, her feet flat on the bed and spread her legs.
"I'll be right back." I said, rushing to the kitchen to retrieve it flashlight.
Returning with a flashlight, I lay partially on the bed at the foot and illuminated my mother's pussy.
"You behave yourself!" She said. "Look but don't touch."
I was happy to do as she advised. Her pudgy belly jelly-rolled to the top of her meaty mound. She still had a rather lavish bush the strawberry red mixed with gray. Like a trailing plant, it wove down on either side of her labia, the lips being quite thick. Her puffy crack obscured anything within and was a good 6 to 7 inches long. Without any request, she pulled her labia wide. Her clit was pleasing and light pink. The whole of her vagina darkened to light brown as it dropped down the crack. The area appeared moist and glistened.
Many minutes pasted as I studied my mother's pussy - her treasure.
"Take your brief off, Sean." She said. "Leave the flashlight to eliminate my pussy. I want you to stroke your cock for me while you look at my pussy. And hand me my glasses there on my dresser "
I did as directed. I kneed myself onto the bed and sat back on my legs, pumping my cock quite happily while gazing down at my mother's pussy, illuminated brightly by the flashlight.
"You have a good cock, Sean!" Mom appraised. "I hope Nancy appreciates that long thick tool you've got. Does she suck it for you?"
"Sometimes." I answered. "You suck Darrell's cock sometimes don't you? You ever suck dad's?"
"He wished." She scoffed. "He never made me sexually happy enough to want to suck his cock."
"How about Darrell's black cock?" I quizzed. "If he was a good fuck in real life, would you suck his cock?"
"Darrell makes me happy." She answered. "I'd consider that."
"OHHhhhhhh FUCK!!" I groaned.
As my cum shot out, the first glob fell just short of my mother's pussy. The second dropped over the rim of the flashlight and down its lens. My come shot out in three eruptions each one dropping ever further from her pussy, stringing up to the head of my cock. I continued to stroke it - milking it.
"That was beautiful, boy!!" She exclaimed. "That had to feel good! I bet you were wishing it would hit by pussy. A shame really! I would have been pleased if it had."
It took a moment to regain my composure.
"Have you ever had your pussy kissed, mom?" I queried. "I won't touch it with my hands. Let me lavish a few kisses on it. Please!"
I took note that her nipples were standing straight, erect and firm. She had to be somewhat aroused and I hoped she would give in.
"No, I have never had my pussy kissed." She answered. "Darrell promised to do it if I would let him meet me in person. Before you do it, hand me the flashlight so I can watch you better."
I wiped the cum off the flashlight on the sheets and handed it to her. I then lowered my torso onto the bed and maneuvered between her legs.
"I'm going to push my hands up under your ass, okay?" I conveyed.
"Easy!"
When she told me that she was comfortable, I began to kiss her pussy with abundant kisses. I then pushed my tongue into her crack, search a bit, then, centered my tongue on her clit. Her body tensed and groaned with pain. I withdrew.
"I'm okay!" She assured me. "I was just surprised. I have to concentrate on relaxing. Go back to what you are doing!"
I had to keep my eyes closed in the bright beam of the flashlight, but one must make sacrifices, I suppose. Mother became wet beyond what I had ever experienced when giving a woman oral satisfaction. I was continuously expelling her juices from my mouth. It rolled down my chin and dripped onto the bed saturating the sheets. Her moans were loud and infectious, causing my cock to become stiff again. But, I knew climbing atop her was out of the question.
"I've never felt anything so good!" She exclaimed with labored breath. "Do you like my pussy, Sean?"
I muttered an affirmative and left her clit to search for her hole. I pushed two or three times until I was fairly certain I had found her hole and pushed my tongue deep into her. Mom struggled to pull her legs back further attesting to the fact that I had found her hole. Her ass made what little effort it could to hump my face. After long moments of tongue fucking her, I returned to her clit and listened to her sexual banter until she ceased talking and only her intake and exhale of labored breath could be heard. I knew she was close!
"OHHhh FUCK! MOTHERFUCKER!!" She bellowed. "IT HURTS! I'M FUCKIN DIEING!"
I fluttered my tongue at the base of her clit as she shouted and moaned like a banshee. Soon, she pushed my head away from her. I maneuvered to my knees again. My stiff renewed erection caught her attention in the flashlight's beam.
"Sean, that was unbelievably good." She praised. "I don't think I've ever come so strongly. My goodness, sugar! Do you need to come again."
"No. I'm fine mom." I lied, then added, "you have made me feel very fortunate."
"I can't send you off to bed with a cock as stiff as that." She offered. "Come here and lie next to me and let's talk about it."
Mom struggled to move over a bit and give me room to lie on my left side next to her.
"Can you straddle my leg and keep the weight off of me?" She queried.
I did not answer I just maneuvered into position as she reached down and took hold of my cock. The head of my cock pointed up her arm.
"It's still solid as a rock!" She appraised, then, began talking third person. "Just start humping my leg as if you were screwing your mom. That's what you'd like to do isn't it. Stick your cock in your mother's pussy and screw her until she could not walked the next day.
It only took moments until we found a rhythm of me humping her thigh and she pulling on my cock, releasing it occasionally to move up and down the shaft and the head. I was soon lost in incestuous lust.
"I bet your Mama would love that stiff cock of yours poking into her belly." She continued. "You'd be a good mother-fucker, filling her belly up with nice warm cum. Fuck your mother, baby! Fuck her goo..............YESSSSSSS!!"
"aagggggggg!!"
My ejaculate sought forth just as strongly but less abundantly unto my mother's thigh. She continued to tug my cock milking it for every last drop.
"That will teach you to lie to your mother!" She scolded. "I'm sure with all of your loving attention I can go to sleep now. I'll clean up in the morning. Good night, Sean."
I was dismissed. I kissed her on her forehead. I watched her rolled to her left side, then, planted a kiss on her ass before covering her up.
I was asked for a back rub six times in the following two weeks. When Darrell returned from vacation, he and my mother returned to their phone sex. Mind you, I was not totally left out. But, much to my dissatisfaction, mom only asked for a back rub but once in a two-week period. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper. I had been shown paradise and was banging on the door. I did not go quietly into that good night.
"Dammit, mom." I argued. "Isn't a real-life sexual experience as good as phone sex with Darrell?"
"Of course it is, honey." Mom defended. "But I must nurture my relationship with Darrell. You and I are just having a fling. You can't deny you haven't been trying to talk your cock into my pussy! You're never going to screw me! I honestly thought you could handle it. Nancy is spending a lot more time in your room." A few moments of silence. "If it's still bothering you that much, maybe we should stop?"
"You could really stop?" I asked, mortified.
"Probably not, but I'm tired of arguing about it. I don't hurt nearly as much afterward when I talk to Darrell on the phone. You and I together is too intense - physically."
My mind was struggling to compute what I was hearing. Yes, I was fucking Nancy more often! And I was fucking her harder than she was accustomed to -- or comfortable with. She had voiced her concerns. I had to find a way to get my way!
"All I'm asking is can't we get together a little more often." I whined. "You enjoy my backrubs!"
"All right!" She proposed. "I'll try to make it a little bit more often! Now can we drop it?"
As the weeks progressed mom did try. I began taking a new tact. I interjected more Darrell into our sexual forays that she seemed to enjoy. Such to the point that I felt confident I could approach the subject.
"You been talking to Darrell for over a year now." I said over dinner at a local restaurant. "Tell me you haven't even considered getting together with him for real?"
"I have many times." Mom confessed. "But if we got together it would only result in him screwing me. I would hate to ruin the experience. I know I would. Damned arthritis!"
"You said the higher bed was purchased for the purpose of making it easier for you to have intercourse with dad?" I queried, checking the area and not talking too loud. "Should you not try it with someone who has a hard cock at least once?"
"I know you!" She challenged. "You're up to something. What is it?"
"Only your happiness, dear lady." I shrugged. "That! And, if I can't screw you myself, I would love to see someone else do it."
"You mean watch!" She challenged again. "You have lost your mind! That sure as hell is not going to happen!"
"You said you might be interested in watching Nancy and I." I bargained. "You need someone to be there to protect you. Although you say Darrell sounds like a nice guy - you never know."
"You're a son-of-a-bitch - you know that!" She whispered angrily. "Now drop it!"
We continued our meal and talked about my work. I paid the bill and joined my mother who had walked outside to enjoy the crisp late September night air.
"I don't feel like a movie now." She said in an annoyed tone.
"It's early! What do you feel like?" I asked.
"Thanks to you a backrub!" She replied.
Making the short but time consuming walk back to the apartment, I opened up a new envelope and pushed it.
"Is your pussy wet?" I quizzed after looking around.
"Yes dammit! You know it is!" She answered. "Slow down a bit. We're walking too fast."
"You want me to eat her pussy?" I teased.
"I'd drop right here on the sidewalk and spread my legs to you if I could." She replied. "Now stop your chatter, dammit! You're making me want to rush!"
Arriving at the apartment, helping mom ascend the 21 stairs, she was worn out at the top.
"Lord, I'm sopping wet between my legs." She said, moving painfully towards her bedroom.
She sat heavily on the bed and I helped her remove her shoes and maneuver herself onto the pillows on her back in the middle of the bed. With some effort and painful groans, she assisted me pulling off her panties. As she maneuvered slowly to bring her legs up, I waited with bated breath to put my face to her pussy.
"You're impossible, Sean." She scorned. "You get me upset like this on purpose, hoping I'll let you stick your cock in me. I know your cock is hard as a rock! OHHHH! FUCKKKKKKK!.............."
My mother's body quaked with orgasm. I kept my tongue glued to her clit even as she tried to push my head away. As the orgasm subsided, her efforts to push me away subsided.
"You have to wait to jerk off." She said with labored breath. "That didn't help at all! I need another!"
It did not take her long to achieve her second orgasm. She seemed content afterwards. She had me strip from the waist down and stand beside the bed to allow her to jerk me off herself. It did not take long for me either. It never did when she took hold of my cock.
"I've been thinking," mom said at dinner the next evening. "I really want to feel a cock in my pussy again. If it happens only once, so be it. If I gross Darrell out, hopefully he won't say anything and screw me anyway."
"You're being foolish, mom!" I assured her. "You're not going to gross anybody out - especially Darrell. Is there any other reason or reasons you've been hesitant about meeting him.
"No! Actually, I have been brutally honest." She asserted. "I haven't, of course, told him about what we do. But I've been above board about everything else."
"So it's your looks that makes you hesitant." I said. "You know a man thinks with the head of his cock not his eyes!"
"Well! That sure as hell makes me feel a whole lot better!" She stammered with her hands on her hips.
"Mom, I think you're gorgeous." I assured her honestly. "And so will Darrell!"
"Like I said, I've been thinking." She retorted.
"Have you considered letting me watch?" I queried.
"I'm not making a commitment on that!" She replied. "I'm doing what you want am I not?"
"Are you going to let him come here?" I queried. "I don't see why you don't - the bed - he could be just visiting me - it works."
"Now you got my head swirling!" Mom said. "I'll think about it. And by the way, I'll be calling Darrell tonight."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.
Mom grabbed her drink. Taking a large gulp, she swished it at around inside her mouth and returned it to the glass.
"Let's go to the bedroom, Maggie." He said softly and lovingly.
They moved past me as if I was not even there. I followed, flicking on the overhead light, and watched Darrell help her onto the bed, laying her out on her back. He returned to her nipple and in short minutes had her moaning, hugging him as best she could.
He soon began what I had done often, but without the massage. His lips peppered her body as he worked his way down. He maneuvered over the corner of the bed as his nose coursed through her bushy mound. He assisted her to lift her knees, taking care to make her comfortable before he began to eat her pussy.
As often before, when mom was in a heightened state of arousal, only a few long minutes past before the orgasm seized her.
As it drifted away she wasted little time wiggling her ass towards the bottom of the bed. Darrell assisted with her legs.
With her ass at the very edge of the bed, Darrell supporting her legs, he pushed his rock hard cock into her thick-lipped pussy. Seemingly to know exactly where to place it, I watched his black shaft disappear into her. She took every bit of it with a very satisfied moan.
Mom's eyes, which were normally close during sexual activity, were wide-open now and she was straining to see Darrell's cock pumping slowly into her.
"Look at it, Sean! " She said with a lustful tone. "Look at that big black, long cock screwing me! It's beautiful isn't it, Sean! And it feels so damn good!"
"It is, mom!" I returned. "Do you like her white pussy, Darrell?"
"Maggie, your pussy is tight and delightful!" Darrell said. "Sean, suck on your mother's nipples."
My mother brought her hand up. "No! I..........."
"That's nonsense, Maggie!" Darrell stopped her. "You've got two men who desire to pleasure you. You can't say no to that!"
As if shutting out the inevitable, she stared at Darrell's cock pumping into her.
I fondled and cupped her breast for a moment before taking her right nipple into my mouth. It only took brief moments before she succumbed to the lustful feelings that surged within her. She was hugging my head to her tightly, making it a struggle to switch nipples. She would not release her grip on me so I just thumbed her other nipple with my fingers. Her grip tightened on my head as I munched on her nipple.
Mom's left hand reached to scrub at her clit. Darrell removed it tenderly.
She reached again and Darrell removed it again, placing her left hand on her belly.
"Behave yourself, Maggie." Darrell said lovingly. "I'm going to fuck you a while."
"I want to come again! Please!" Mom begged.
"Don't you want me to come in your pussy." Darrell asked.
"Yes! More than anything else in the world!" Mom replied enthusiastically
"You have sucked me dry. I need to fuck your sweet pussy a bit." Darrell informed her.
With that information, I felt mom's grip release on my head a bit as she relaxed. I went from one nipple to the other, sucking and teasing with my tongue.
With a bit of anxiety, I reached with my right hand and placed it on her mound. Mom's left hand reacted instantly to remove by hand - keeping up the rue. Darrell removed her hand from mine and placed it back on her belly. So defended, I pulled lightly at her pubic hair and playfully squeezed her puffy mount.
"Darrell, can't we give mom just a little bitty orgasm?" I queried.
"I suppose a little one will not hurt." He replied. "She has been so kind to let you participate."
My middle finger slipped lower and into her puffy labia. I knew exactly where to put the tip of my finger and my mother's moans affirmed it.
"Try to relax, Maggie." Darrell directed lovingly as he ratcheted up his rhythm.
Mom had tired herself out trying to watch. She dropped her head to the pillow, her moans plentiful and loud. She reached above her in search of a pillow. I left her nipple to assist and we quickly agreed on three pillows, propping her up quite high.
I returned to suckling hungrily at mom's right nipple. With some difficulty, I watched Darrell with my peripheral vision pump into my mother. He alternated his thrusts sometimes sticking her deep. Mom responded accordingly with a long moan.
I became aware that Darrell was quite aroused after long minutes fucking my mother. My mother's occasional look at Darrell face made me think she was aware of his arousal. She began to banter.
"Fuck me with that big black cock of yours!" She demanded. "Fuck your white bitch's pussy! Give you that cum you big cocked black buck!"
"You love big black cock, don't you, bitch?" Darrell spat. "I'm going to fill your white belly with my hot cum!"
I tell you, it was a lustful and intoxicating sight.
My redheaded mother, still with her tortoiseshell glasses on, sitting mostly up, denying her pain, watching happily as a very dark black man pumped his cock into her fat lipped, red cuffed, pussy.
My consciousness finally recognized how hard my cock was and how strong my desire was to have my cock in my mother's pussy.
"Do it, baby!" My mother cooed with a winning smile. "Right there, Sean!
Right there! Don't move!"
Darrell slowed his rhythm, drawing his cock to its head before slowly shoving it deep into her - again and again.
"Ohhhhh! FUCK YEA!" My mother bellowed. "You're going to make me come!"
And she did! She moaned like a stricken animal undoubtedly feeling the pain of a stricken animal.
Following a stroke or two afterwards, Darrell filled her belly as he too moaned lustfully.
"Sean, come get you some of this good pussy!" Darrell directed, not letting my mother catch her breath.
Not believing my ears, I hesitated only a moment before displacing, very tenderly, Darrell from between my mother's legs. My cock was rock hard.
I dared not make eye contact with my mother. I saw a drip of come between the crack of her labia and I pushed my cock through the lips at the same spot. My cock penetrated her and continued deep into her. I did not receive her appreciative moan. I only heard a slight gasp.
Darrell clambered on the bed behind the pillows my mother was propped up on. Straddling the pillows, he waddled close behind her and reached around to fondle her breasts, squeezing her nipples with his fingers.
I then chanced a look and saw my mother's eyes closed.
I threw concern to the wind as I held my mother's legs tenderly and enjoyed her treasure with a moderate rhythm.
Darrell kissed my mother's neck and shoulders while whispering into her ear. Was he trying to console her to the fact that her son at coupled with her? Her body seemed to tremble and she had an odd almost pained look on her face.
As I had numerous times with Nancy, my thumb sought out my mother's clit. Only then did her demeanor and facial expression change and her soft moans soon emerged into a more lustful tone.
"Nothing like sloppy seconds is there, Maggie?" Darrell whispered loud enough for me to hear. "Your son's cum will soon mingle with mine inside your pussy."
"Yes. Yes. I'll like that." My mother whispered back.
"Tell him then." Darrell directed.
"Fuck me, Sean." She whispered, then, her volume increased with each utterance. "Fuck my pussy! Fuck your mother's pussy!"
Her eyes popped open and she looked at me, then, our coupling. Her eyebrows lifting and her lips folded together tightly as if matting lipstick. I felt the soft thrust of her hips trying to match my thrusts.
"Pushed it deep, Sean!" She pleaded. "Pushed it deep! I like it deep!"
With a moment of inadequacy, I knew I was never going to get as deep as Darrell's cock had penetrated but it wasn't going to be from lack of trying.
Mom yelped with pain as I slammed my cock into her repeatedly.
"Don't stop, damn you!" She snapped when I eased up a bit. "You fuck me hard, damn you! If you're going to fuck me -- fuck me!"
Which was giving her a change of heart, my cock, my thumb or Darrell's fingers squeezing her nipples, was up for debate. Mom and I were in the grove and fucking passionately, heading for a happy ending.
With little concern, I did not try to stem my orgasm waiting for mom. As my cock jerked, erupting into her, she followed within seconds with her orgasm.
"YOU MOTHER-FUCKED!!" She bellowed.\
Her orgasm seemed as strong as any I had ever witnessed. Our last long moments of fucking could be viewed as violent as our intense orgasms refused to release us and we were caught up in incestuous lust.
"Damn, you two are something to behold!" Darrell observed. "Maggie, you can stop fantasizing about fucking your son. If you two fuck on a regular basis you won't try to kill each other like you did just then."
"Oh hell! I won't be able to walk for a week." Mom sighed happily. "I think you two ganged up on me?"
"I'll never tell!" Darrell laughed. "How about you, Sean?"
Darrell's question brought me back to reality as I had been slowly pumping into mom's pussy, enjoying the warmth of her depths and getting hard again.
"Nope! I'll never tell!"
Mom did not seem too upset about Darrell having a heart-to-heart talk with her. He was not going to talk to her on the phone anymore.
She told me later that evening that she wished we could sleep together but it pained her too much and she needed the whole bed to maneuver in.
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