Jamal jogged for home from playing football in the park with his friends. He had played very well that day and didn't mind the grass burns on his knees and elbows. He made some pretty solid tackles and even scored a touch down. To make things even sweeter Linda and her girlfriends was there, and even cheered when he scored. He felt his pride swell in his chest feeling that Linda had to be impressed with the way he played.
Jamal saw a car parked in his front yard as he rounded the corner to his street. He slowed his jog to an up beat walk as he came near. He went around to the back of the house knowing how his mother hated being interrupted when she had company. He didn't want anything to spoil his mood, so he entered through the kitchen figuring that he would be able to grab something from the kitchen and sneak back out without being detected.
The smell of marijuana and incense was thick and the music was playing, but there wasn't the usual loud voices and laughter that was generally present when his mother was smoking dope with her friends. Jamal peeked into the living room seeing over flowing ash trays, empty wine bottles and glasses, but there no one was there. It looked like there had to have been six to eight people judging by the number of wine glasses. He breathed a sigh of relief glad that he had missed the gathering.
The wine bottle and the snacks in the bowl called his name. The best think he liked about his mother having company over was the leftovers. Jamal grabbed a hand full of the mixed nuts and crackers stuffing them into his mouth and chased them with the leftover wine. He looked around for other goodies he could scavenge.
Jamal struck gold inside the fold of an album cover that lay on the coffee table. Fifteen to twenty joints lay next to a small pile of unrolled weed. He took a couple of the joints and placed them in his sock. That would be just what he needed for later when he had planned to hook up with Belinda, Tracy, and his best friend Eric.
Jamal headed back to his bedroom to change out of his sweaty shorts and t-shirt into something suitable for his rendezvous. He had gotten far enough away from the stereo for him to realize that he was not alone in the house. The sounds of a female moaning were coming from his bedroom. His heart pounded harder as he got closer to the door. His only comfort was that it didn't sound like his mother.
The sound of a man's moan flowed through the door as Jamal listened. It was clear that whoever it was in his room, they were having sex. He could hear the sounds of the springs in his mattress crying for mercy.
Jamal turned the doorknob slowly trying to make sure that the clicking of the mechanism wasn't loud enough to alert the occupants in his bedroom. He peeked in as he cracked the door open.
His heart made the front of his t-shirt move as he saw the two naked bodies moving on top of his freshly washed covers. He recognized the flower tattoo on the ankle of the woman as it wrapped around the man's body. Her face was turned away from him and he strained to see to be sure.
The woman turned her head looking down at one of her boobs as she grasped it in her hand. Jamal could hardly believe it. It was his best friend's mother. He knew that Eric would trip-out if he was seeing this, and it would cause a big fight if he thought to tell Eric of this.
Eric's mother, the fine Sandra Williams was single like most of the women in the neighborhood. She was never seen acting anyway, but proper. Every man with a pulse wanted to get into her pants. Though many had tried, all seemed to have failed. This was the first proof that she was just like every other woman on earth. She was human, and thus someone could get into her panties.
Jamal couldn't tell who the man on top of her was, but he found himself cheering the man on as the man's butt pumped like a dog on a bitch in heat.
Jamal had never seen Ms. Williams naked before now, only shapes through her sleeping clothes at times he had visited Eric before she was properly dressed. She was even sexier naked than she appeared in her the tight outfits she wore. Jamal took note of ever inch of her exposed body and the sounds she was making. The man on top of her appeared to be doing a good job at his task, though Jamal wished it were he on the bed with her.
Jamal felt he had seen enough when his eyes meet Ms. Williams'. She was still moaning and squeezing her breasts, but her eyes were fixed on his. He felt frozen in her stare. Time seemed to stand still. She didn't have the look of anger or disgusts. She looked as if she was welcoming him to join them.
The man went to rise and Ms. Williams grabbed the man's head and quickly pulled him down to her large breasts. Jamal realized that he was standing with the door wide open and his hand on his crotch. Ms. Williams wave at him to leave the room.
Jamal backed out of his room and closed the door as quietly as he had opened it. He had the feeling that she didn't want him to get caught spying on them, and the prospects of his mother finding out dawned on him. He stole another joint from the album cover, took another drink from the wine bottle and went back out the back door.
Jamal found Eric cutting across the back yards down the street from their house. He had been Belinda's house sitting with her until her parents showed up.
"Man, I was just about to get some...until her pops showed up," Eric said as they walked to his house.
Jamal wasn't about to mention to Eric that he had just seen his mother bagging some dude. Eric was cool. A lot of girls liked him, but he was secretly shy around girls that he didn't already know. Jamal, on the other hand wasn't shy at all, which made them an awesome pair.
"How far did you get?" Jamal asked always eager to get the details about Belinda.
"I was fingering her and licking them big o'titties," Eric chuckled. "Then her pops pulled up. Talk about fuckin' up a wet dream."
"Don't worry bud. I got you covered," Jamal said pulling one of the joints from his sock.
"Damn man! Where did you get that?"
"I swipped it from home," Jamal said putting in to his lips as they entered Eric's bedroom.
Eric's dad was a truck driver was and never around, especially since the divorce. His father spoiled him with lots of cool stuff. Eric said it was because his father felt guilty for not being around.
"My moms got company over, so its going to be tricky getting home to change," Jamal said lighting the marijuana cigarette and handing it Eric.
"Shit man, I got something you can wear," Eric said opening his closet.
Jamal always thought that Eric had more clothes than his mother, some of the stuff still had tags on it. "Thanks man, I sure didn't want to run into my moms...you know how she trips sometimes," Jamal said.
"Sho ya right," Eric said having witnessed Jamal's mother Patricia go complete off on him for something really small. "Ms. Pat'll put a knot on your head in a heart beat," Eric laughed.
Eric turned on the radio and they sat on the floor to play a game of chess while they got high. Jamal was a really good chess player, the best on the chess team, but no one paid any attention to that, but Eric...not even Jamal's mother who professed that Jamal didn't know his head from a whole in the ground. Eric was also on the chess team, especially since girls thought he was really smart. Between the two of them Jamal was the better student, but all of that was over shadowed by the fact that trouble always seemed to find him.
Jamal and Eric was in the middle of getting cleaned up and dressed to go meet Belinda and Tracy when Ms. Williams came home. Jamal was no longer impressed by Ms. Williams' tight booty-shorts and halter after seeing her naked. He looked right through her clothes.
"Were are you boys going?" Ms. Williams asked.
"We're just going to hang out," Eric answered.
"It looks like you'll are going to meet some girls. Don't make me a grandmother, na," Ms. Williams joked. "You know I'm to young for that."
Eric turned around ignoring her as he continued primping in the mirror. Jamal's eyes were glued to the crotch of Ms. Williams's pants.
"Jamal, could you come down stairs with me for a minute?" she asked.
Eric looked at Jamal and shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes, mam," Jamal replied looking her up and down with a big smile on his face. The dope was giving him never to go along with his confidence.
Jamal's eyes were focused on Ms. Williams's plump butt-cheeks that moved from side to side with each step she took. People usually stop what they're doing to watch her when ever she passed by.
Sandra went all the way down to the garage with Jamal in tow like a puppy on a leash. She turned around abruptly and grabbed hold of his shoulders. "Look, you weren't suppose to see what you did at your house, and I don't want to end up having people talking behind my back because of what you saw," she said.
Jamal was stunned by the sudden attack, but quickly recovered being use to much harsher treatment. "You don't want it getting around that you were getting screwed on my bed?" Jamal said smirking like his did anytime he felt attacked by older people.
"Jamal, I don't know what your mother usually does, but I don't usually do that sort of thing," she said.
"Looked like you knew what you were doing to me," Jamal said looking her up and down.
Sandra wasn't use to trying to cover her tracks, and getting Jamal to cooperate with her was proving harder than she expected. "How much?" she asked.
"Are you trying to bribe me to keep my mouth shut?" Jamal said. The dope had him feeling playful and she was playing right into his hands.
"How much?" she repeated.
"I don't want no money," Jamal said looking at her tits and crotch before looking back into her eyes.
"Get serious Jamal," Ms Williams said. "I'm the same age as your mother, and you're the same age as my son. I know you don't think for a second that I would actually consider doing anything like that with you?"
"Ms Scott loves to hear stuff about people," Jamal chuckled as he began to turn around. The one thing that Jamal had learned that if you have an old cat over a barrel you never let them up easy, because they will never let up on you.
Sandra turned him back around and looked him in the eye.
"Look, you don't have to go all the way, just let me cop a feel every now and then, and maybe a little grind on that juicy butt," Jamal said.
Sandra felt like slapping the dog piss right out of him for talking to her that way, but she had heard that Jamal goes all out when he gets pissed out, and the last thing she wanted was for anyone to find out what she had done and with whom.
Jamal raised his hand slowly to Sandra's crotch. He rubbed it gently. "See, that's not so bad is it," Jamal said as he traced the outline of her womanhood with his fingers.
Sandra couldn't believe that she was allowing the young man to feel her up. She also knew that she would have to keep him quiet no matter what.
Jamal moved his hands up to her big breast and massaged them. "As long as you let me do this I won't breathe a word to anyone," he said moving behind her and grabbing her ass with both hands.
"You had better not," she warned, not knowing what else she could do to keep him from talking.
Jamal wrapped his arms around her from behind and began grinding his youthfulness against her butt-cheeks. He slid his hand back to her crotch before letting her go. "O, one other thing," he said.
"What," she said angrily.
"If you don't want Eric to find out then you had better act cool about this," he said and leaned to her ear. "I want you to jerk me off when I want it else, no deal," he whispered taking her hand and moving it up and down over his crotch.
Sandra let feeling it was the price she had to pay for her part in the scheme.
Jamal chuckled and went back up stairs. His day was getting better by the minute. He and Eric left to meet Belinda and Tracy at Tracy's house. Jamal was feeling more confident than ever. He held his chin up and chest out as he swung his arms as they walked along.
It only took about fifteen minutes for them to reach Tracy's house after stopping by the store and buying a couple bottles of wine from Old Hank who didn't care how old anyone was as long as they had money. Tracy's parents were gone out of town and her big sister; Lisa was cool as long as it was something in it for her.
"What the fuck do you want," Lisa said when she opened the door seeing the two boys on the steps.
"Chill Lisa," Jamal said. "I thought we were cool, babe." He held up a joint to her face and smiled. "You know I take care of my friends."
Lisa entire mood changed seeing the dope in his hand. "I bet this is some good stuff too," Lisa said taking the joint and letting the two young men in the house. She sniffed the marijuana through the paper.
Tracy and Belinda came down the stair and hugged the Jamal and Erik.
"Hey Jamal, don't you want to smoke this with me? She ain't gonna do nothing but tease ya, I'll give you some this good stuff," Lisa said tossing her curvy hip to the side.
"Nawl, that's for you," Jamal said chuckling thinking one day he would have to make a play for her.
"Slut," Tracy said to her sister as she pulled on Jamal's arm to lead them up to her bedroom.
"Bust that cherry, Jamal!" Lisa yelled up at her from the bottom of the staircase.
"How do you know he hasn't already," Tracy shouted down at her.
"Because your ass is too tight," Lisa laughed.
Jamal finally pulled Tracy into her bedroom behind Eric and Belinda. "Hey, don't worry about her. She's just trying to piss you off."
"She better watch out...I'll kick her ass," Tracy said.
Eric opened one of the bottles of wine and handed it to Tracy. Belinda opened the other one and poured some into a cup for herself and before handing the bottle to Eric. Jamal lit the last joint he stole from his house and passed it to Belinda before sitting on the bed next to Tracy.
"Hey, did you'll hear that Marline Sample won the lotto?" Belinda said.
"Damn, that lucky bitch," Jamal said. "I bet that stupid ass mother fucker give it all to that sorry ass punk she married."
"Man, if I had that kind of money, I would buy me a kick ass ride with sprinners," Eric said.
"I'll move the fuck out of this dump," Tracy said.
"I'll buy me some diamonds and a phat ride," Belinda said.
"I'll save my shit," Jamal said. "Pay for college, get me a nice house, and chill."
The three laughed.
"Man, you know you'll blow that shit in a week," Eric laughed.
"Nawl, man...I'll keep my shit, so I wouldn't have to worry about depending on nobody for shit," Jamal said.
Tracy and Belinda also knew that Jamal's mother was a difficult woman.
"Man, you know I was just fuckin' with you," Eric said seeing how quiet Jamal got.
Tracy kissed Jamal's cheek. He turned kissing her lips as they laid back on the bed.
Eric tried to pick back up where he had left off with Belinda at her house. He lifted her shirt and slid his hand into her panties as they laid on the pillows on the floor.
Jamal wasted no time getting Tracy naked from the waist down. Every other time they had been together, something seemed to happen to prevent him from going all the way with her. He opened his pants and made entry.
Tracy moaned and held onto Jamal tightly as she felt him spreading her insides.
Eric humped away on top of Belinda. As many girls that liked him, he wasn't as experienced as people thought. He was able to count all the times he had sex on one hand and Belinda was number four.
The vision of seeing the man on top of Ms. Williams earlier that day lit a fire inside of Jamal. He pumped into Tracy's tightness like there was no tomorrow.
Tracy's moans were more like grunts as she took Jamal's hefty manhood. She had felt his equipment through his pants, but she had no idea that he was so well endowed.
Eric finished quickly with Belinda and continued making out.
Jamal was in a mad dash marathon. In spite of Tracy's cries, he continued giving it all to her. Thoughts of his entire day flashed before his eyes. The unknown man on Ms. Williams kept coming up.
When he finally finished, Tracy got off the bed slowly holding her crotch as she went off to the bathroom. Jamal followed her.
Tracy looked at his weapon wide-eyed. She shook her head and then looked down at the floor.
"What?" Jamal asked.
"It's too big," Tracy said. "It hurt."
Jamal took a rag and wiped the evidence from his body and zipped up his pants before going back into the room. He didn't say a word to Tracy, but she knew that he wasn't happy with her comment.
Jamal sat on the bed and drank more wine. Eric sat on the floor fondling Belinda's chest.
"Hey man, I'm getting ready to go," Jamal said still not looking at Tracy.
Eric looked up at him and then at Tracy who was still naked from the waist down.
"You don't have to leave," Tracy said as tears filled her eyes.
Jamal stood up. "You don't want me," he said so low that she barely heard him. "You can chill man, I'm up."
Tracy grabbed his hand and pulled him back down on the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," she whispered her apology. "I do want you. I'm just not use to it, that's all. Com'on, let's do it again." She grabbed at his pants opening them and pulled him on top of her.
It was something about the way she said what she said that made him excited for her again. He made his way back in her again and pounded away.
"They're cool," Eric said and went back to making out with Belinda again.
The cool breeze blowing through the trees caused Jamal to shiver and chill bumps to rise on his arms. The gray overcast sky added to his feeling of loneliness and depression. Eric was gone for the weekend with his father and Tracy's parents were home.
There was nothing for him to do or nowhere from him to go other than home. His mother was at home and she would have nothing to say that would brighten his spirits. His only prospect was to get to his bed and sleep the miserable day away.
Janice, Jamal's mother was passed out on the sofa. It disgusted him how little she cared for decency. He heard the jokes in the streets about her being a slut, and he couldn't deny it seeing how she dressed and acted like a street whore. She lay practically uncovered in nothing but a shirt that was bunged up at her waist as she faced the back of the sofa. She was completely naked from the waist down.
Jamal felt little more than contempt for her. What kind of mother had she been? The feeling he got from her was that he was a mistake that she made that was constantly in her face.
He took the half empty bottle of wine and the extinguished marijuana cigarette from the ash tray and sat in the chair across from her. He lit the joint and smoked it while he drank the wine glaring at his half naked mother on the sofa.
He felt no more for her than some sleazy bitch that he would meet on the street. The butt-cheeks that she was so proud of and used to lure men stared back at him. He couldn't even count the number of old men she called sugar-daddies.
Jamal smoked the dope down to a speck of ash to the tip of his fingers, and finished the bottle of wine. He sat back in the chair and adjusted the crotch of his shorts as his gaze remained on his mother's naked ass.
"Fuckin' whore," he thought to himself as he adjusted his growing hard-on. "She would fuck anybody." His thoughts were active about the site in front of him.
He got up and put the empty wine bottle on the coffee table where he got it from. He could see her pussy peeking out from the back. He went around the table and knelt on the floor in front of the couch to get a closer look.
Janice had kept her pussy shaved. Jamal had overheard her boasting about how men liked it because it reminded them of a girl's pussy.
Jamal reached out a finger to his mother's cunt. She didn't move a muscle. He steadily pressed it slowly between the pussy lips into her warm wet opening. She did little more than breath deeper. He continued pushing his finger into her pussy until it was buried up to the middle knuckle. He held it still inside of her as he watched her breathing.
Jamal's cock was aching in his shorts. He freed his large tool and stroked it in relief while keeping his finger inside of his mother's cunt. He felt that she wouldn't even know if he put his dick where his finger was. His thoughts went to his motor skills.
He slowly removed his finger, keeping a careful eye on her movement. He stood and removed his shorts and boxers, and then stroked his big young hard rod in his hand as he looked down at his heavily breathing mother. "Um-ma' fuck this bitch," he thought.
Jamal knelt on one knee and guided the crowned head of his dick where his finger had been. He held onto the back of the sofa to keep his balance as he pushed his long thick rod inside of his mother's pussy.
His heart pounded as he struggled to stay still inside of her and catch his breath. He noticed that her breathing was still deep heavy and even. He was against her butt-cheeks, and in as far as he could from that angle. Her warm pussy actually felt good to him.
He slowly began sliding his cock in and out of Janice's cunt slowly. The angle he was in was putting a strain on his legs and back as he fought the urge to drive his cock hard and deep into her pussy.
Finally, he could take no more of the strain that his procurer position was putting on him. He slid his cock out getting a moan from her.
Janice rolled on to her back and her legs fell wide open as if she was begging to get fucked. One of her legs fell to the floor and she moan in her stupor. She moved her arms crossing over her face, breathe deeply, and then her breathes became even again.
Jamal stood there staring at her opened cunt and her exposed tits. His cock seemed to get even harder. He had to give her one thing; her body was fine and shapely. He tightened his gut and fixed himself to his task. He was going to fuck her no matter what.
He leaned over Janice positioning himself between her legs and guided the head of his cock into her warm pussy again as he held himself up with his arms. He sunk his big rod all the way side of her causing her to moan in a low steady tone.
Jamal repositioned himself pressing his toes into the arm of the sofa as he began to slowly move his cock half way out and then all the way back in. In moments, he gained a steady stroke; slowly increasing the tempo.
Janice moaned but did nothing else to cause him to think that she had regained consciousness.
Jamal strokes became harder and harder as he approached his climax. He no longer cared if she woke. He was determined more than ever to nut inside of her.
The sofa squeaked under the rhythm of his hard pounding. Janice's arms fell limp away from her face, where he stared with his bottom lip clinched in his teeth.
When Jamal came, his body trembled as his jism filled his mother's pussy. He kept his dick inside of her cunt until it started to shrink.
Janice moaning stopped and her deep breathes raised into a soft snore. Jamal picked up his shorts, boxers, and shoes and went to his room, leaving his mother like he had walked away from girls before.
*****
"Jamal!" Janice yelled from the living room.
Jamal jumped up from his bed and ran into the living room without thinking.
"You fucked me, didn't you!" she yelled at him holding a hand over her naked cunt, but didn't bother to hide her exposed tits. "It smells like fuck in here! Look at that shit on my brand new couch! You get something a clean your shit off that couch, right now! I paid too much for that fuckin' couch to have cum stains on it!" She turned and headed towards the bathroom. "Gettin' cum all over my brand new couch," she mumbled as she stormed off.
Jamal's head was spinning from the dope and wine. He got a rag from the kitchen and began cleaning the obvious dried cum stain from the cushion.
Janice stormed back into the living room completely naked. "What in the fuck did you fuck me with...a tree?!" she yelled at him as he stood.
Before Jamal could move away, Janice pulled down his short and grabbed hold of his cock, which had hardened during his nap.
"You big dick motherfucker," she said stroking his cock. "You sure didn't get this from your sorry ass father." She let it go and stood back. "The next time you fill the need to fuck me with that big ass dick...you better not do it on my brand new fuckin' furniture." She turned and went into her bedroom and shut the door behind her.
Jamal was dumfounded, only having the presents of mind to pull back up his shorts.t was almost seven o'clock in the morning and the sun had just peeked above the trees. Janice had been awakened by a dream that left her moist between her legs. Janice leaned against the door frame to her sleeping son's bedroom in the top to her blue teddy. She remembered how her pussy felt a week ago after Jamal had fucked her in her sleep as she looked at the tent his morning hard-on was making of the covers.
She thought that maybe Jamal wasn't as worthless as his father had been after all. She moved silently barefoot across the carpet to the side of his bed and slowly moved the covers from his sleeping body. She was surprised to see that he was sleeping nude. His cock looked huge compared to all the men she had before. She was daring to say that it was the biggest she had ever seen, which was saying a lot.
Janice gasped the shaft of Jamal's big dick as she straddled him, and causing him to wake.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Jamal asked surprised waking to find his mother getting on top of him.
"I'm getting me a good morning fuck," she mused as she brought her pussy down on his hard cock.
The feel of her warm wet pussy around his cock shook any thoughts of moral convictions he might have come up with away.
"Here, suck my titties," she said removing the teddy top and leaning over him.
Jamal took hold of his mother's big utters and captured one of the dark hard nipples in his mouth. He thrust his massive tool into her as he felt her coming down on it.
"Mmmm...shit, boy. That feels good," she said picking up the tempo of her rocking motion on his cock.
Jamal thrust his cock up to match his mother's rhythm.
Their motion caused the mattress to squeak and the head board to bag against the wall. Janice was almost leaping off the bed as she road her stud. Jamal was driving his cock as hard as he could; grunting with each and every stroke.
"Yes! Gaud dammit! That's it!" Janice cried out as she came pressing herself down hard on his cock and rolling her hips around.
Jamal rolled his mother over onto her back and lifted her legs up on his shoulders. He pressed his feet against the foot rail for leverage as he drove his morning steel rod into the pussy that gave him birth. His muscles strained as he plowed into her with every once of strength he could muster.
"O' shit!" Janice cried out as she began to cum again.
Jamal was relentless in his thrusts. He felt no reason to show her any mercy. He only had the desire to fuck her through the mattress.
Sweat splashed from Jamal's body as he huffed and grunted like a tri-athlete during a marathon run. His cock felt num as he pounded into his mother's pussy again and again. He was doing his best to show her that she was nothing more than a piece of pussy to him.
Janice gasped for breath as she felt her son's cock pushing against her cervix. He clearly had more dick than she had ever experienced before. Her body felt like one big spasm. Her pussy juices splattered out by the piston that drove in and out of her.
Jamal felt like he was getting a second wind as he doubled his mother over more under him. He grunted louder and clinched his jaw. She would really know what it's like to be fucked by him.
The vibration made by the bed hitting the wall caused pictures to fall crashing to the floor and posters to loose their pins. The sun beamed through the window heating the smell of sex, making it grow thick.
With every stroke, Jamal's dick felt like it was getting harder. The more he fucked her the more he wanted to fuck her, but as inevitable as it is, he felt himself about to cum.
Jamal pushed his mother's legs off his shoulders as he withdrew his cock from her warn pussy. Holding his cock in one hand, he straddled her large tits and shoved his dick into his mother's surprised mouth. Cum shot from the corners of her mouth as she choked from having his cock pushed into her throat. He held it in her mouth until the last drop of his thick cream was spent.
Janice held her head over the side of the bed gasping to catch her breath as Jamal grabbed his jeans and headed off to the shower. Janice curled in the fetal position still feeling the pressure from her son's cock between her legs.
Jamal didn't go back to his bedroom where his mother still lay in his bed. He grabbed a beer and a pack of his mother's cigarettes from the frig and walked to the park. He dick was still throbbing from fucking his mother. For the first time, he felt like he showed her that he was a man. She was just another bitch that he could fuck when he pleased.
The thought of Ms. Williams came to his mind as he finished the beer. He hadn't made her pay the way he had intended for keeping her secret. He wouldn't have told anyone until she implied that he would. He had only rubbed his hand briefly across her ass since the first time. He knew that Eric was way with his father and it was also the day that Ms. Williams did her laundry.
Jamal had a smirk on his face when he rounded the house to his best friend's back yard. Sandra Williams was hanging clothes on the line to let them air dry. "Hi Ms. Williams," he said cheerfully.
"O' hi, Jamal," Sandra replied. She felt confident that Jamal had given up on holding her to their deal. She knew there had been many times that he could have held her to their agreement, but had passed them up. "Eric is still with his father and won't be back until Wednesday," she said.
"Yeah, I know...I was just passing by," Jamal lied. "Here, let me give you a hand with this." He reached down and picked up the large basket of clothes that she had taken down off the line while she picked up a smaller one.
"Thank you," she said leading the way into the two-story house. "It's hot out there, would you like something to drink?"
Jamal dick jerked in his jeans when she bent over to put the basket on the floor. "Ya, thanks," he said looking away not wanting to give her a clue that he was checking her out.
"I got beer," she said laughing.
"That's what I need," Jamal said.
Sandra looked at him seeing that he seriously wanted her to give him a beer. "I thought you didn't turn twenty-one for a few more months?" she asked hesitating with the beer in her hand.
"I don't," he replied taking the beer from her hand. "I heard that Julius Price has turned fifty-six though." He had found out the name of the man that she had secretly been having an affair with, and he also knew that the mentioning of his name would get her attention.
"We're not going to go through this again, are we?" Sandra said figuring out the real reason Jamal had showed up at her house.
"Go through what?" Jamal asked opening the beer and knocking back half of it at once.
"You know what I'm talking about Jamal, don't play innocent with me," Sandra said putting her hands on her hips. "I have a lot to do today, and I don't have time to play games."
"O' I am not here to play any games," Jamal said taking a step towards her. "I've been keeping my end of the bargain, and besides the day I agreed to keep my mouth shut, you haven't had to do anything at all to keep up your end."
"I thought you realize how crazy it is for me to let you do stuff like that to me," she said.
"Why would I think that it's crazy," Jamal said finishing the beer and taking a step closer to toss the empty can in the trash which was behind her. "It's not crazy to me at all. As a matter of fact I came over to see if you are still willing to keep up your end of the bargain. I've been keeping my mouth shut, but I also been keeping my eyes open. You and Mr. Price have been keeping a regular schedule here lately. I also know that he co-signed for that new car you got in the garage."
"How do you know that?" Sandra said surprised since she thought she had been very careful to hide it.
"Don't worry about. I have my ways, besides you only need to decide if you intend on keeping your word like I have," he said taking a couple of steps back.
"Tell me how you found out," Sandra demanded.
"Slow your roll," Jamal said taking a couple of steps to get right in her face. "Let me know right now if you plan to trip, because I can leave right now and show you how much I can trip too."
Sandra knew by the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice that she wasn't far from blowing everything. She lowered her eyes and took a step back.
"Cool," he said backing up to the counter. "Let's not trip out. Just chill with me for a little while and I'll be out, ok?"
Sandra nodded her head feeling defeated.
"Could I have another beer?" he asked.
Sandra was coming to realize that Jamal was as crazy as people said he was; as crazy as his mother they would say. She gave him a beer and got one for herself. She figured that he would be groping her body soon and she needed something to help her deal with it.
"I hope you remember what you agreed to, because if you don't I'm not going to beg or ask you twice. It may seem like I'm playing some game to you, but you'll find out that I'm serious as a heart attack," Jamal said.
Sandra was still finding it hard to allow a young man the age of her son talk to her as if she was a child. She drank the beer and got herself another one, trying to get a buzz.
"David Campbell made the cut a state," Jamal said throwing the conversation far away from his intentions.
Sandra turned and looked at him.
"You know David, right?" he asked.
"Ya, Vickie Campbell's boy," Sandra said.
"Ms.Campbell told me about it last week," Jamal said. "That's where I'm going in the fall."
"You got excepted?" Sandra asked surprised.
"You sound surprised," Jamal chuckled. "I thought you knew. What? Eric didn't tell you?"
Sandra looked puzzled.
"I got a full academic scholarship to state," Jamal said laughing. "I bet you thought that I couldn't even read, huh? Shit, just like the rest of these motherfuckers around here." He went to her frig and got himself another beer.
Sandra thought he was just a thug boy that would soon find himself behind bars.
"So you'll know, my GPA never dropped below a three point eight since I was in grade school, and I kept a four point O in high school," he said. "I've had enough of everyone treating me like I'm some peace of shit. You'll better recognize...that I'm the man."
Sandra was taking him seriously until he made he made his profession, which made smirk. Jamal's eyes immediately narrowed as he gazed at her. She knew that she had offended him.
"I tell you what, bitch," Jamal said folding his arms over his chest. "Get your ass over here and take out my dick."
Sandra's heart nearly stopped when she heard his demand. She remembered his warning and felt that this was his test, so that he could deliver on his threat. His harsh language towards her and his heavy breathing convinced her that he was ready to carry out his threat. She reached and unzipped his jeans finding that he wasn't wearing underwear as she pulled out his big hard dick. She was taken by the size of his massive tool as she let it hang free.
"Now take off those shorts and let me see that pussy," he demanded.
Sandra felt more than embarrassed, but she did what he said out of fear that he would deliver on his threat. She stood in front of him naked from the waist down staring at his huge dick head.
"Good, now get me another beer," Jamal said. For some unknown reason wasn't impressed by the hairy mound between her legs. He took the beer from her and opened it. "I really don't give a fuck about what you and that motherfucker do, but if you fuck up and cross me his wife is going to be the first to hear about it."
"I'll do what you want," Sandra said feeling a quivering in her stomach.
"Good, hold on to my dick," he said as he began drinking the beer.
Sandra's fingers could barely touch as she held the thick pole. She could feel his heart beating through the big veins.
"Everybody just have to go nuttin' up on me," he said. "Sit on the table," he said pushing her hand away from his cock.
Sandra sat on the edge of the table figuring that he was going to screw her with the huge dick, but she was surprised when he stuffed it back into his pants. She watched him closely as he stood between her legs looking at her in the eyes.
Jamal grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head, and then removed her bra. He moved the cold beer can over her nipples making them hard before taking a drink. He gave the beer to her as he stood back to look at her.
"You know, I use to dream about fucking you," Jamal said getting himself another beer and lighting a cigarette. "I use to think that you were the finest woman that ever walked the face of the earth." He chuckled. "You are the prettiest woman around her, but...." He stopped himself. He realized that his mother had the finest body around those parts.
Sandra felt almost insulted at his implication that she wasn't as good looking to him as he thought now that she was naked. She didn't even know why she felt that way, but she surely felt that there wasn't a woman around that was as good looking as she.
"You can put your clothes back on now," Jamal said picking up her shorts and panties and handing them to her.
Sandra felt completely humiliated. She didn't look at him as she put on the panties and shorts, and then her t-shirt without her bra.
"Do you have something stronger than beer?" he asked looking through her cabinets.
Sandra reached under the counter and took out a bottle of rum and a bottle of scotch and set them on top. She was getting the feeling that he only wanted to humiliate her.
Jamal took two glasses out of the cabinet. "Bring those," he said leading the way into her living room.
Jamal sat on the big sofa and sat the glasses on the coffee table. Sandra sat the bottles on the coffee table and stood waiting for him to tell her what he wanted to do. He point to the glasses indicating that he wanted her to pour him a drink. She poured him a glass of rum and poured some in the other glass for herself.
"Here sit on my lap," Jamal said.
Sandra sat her big soft ass in the young man's lap as he instructed. She was getting mixed signals from him and didn't know what to expect. She drank all of the rum in one swallow and sat the glass back on the table.
Jamal smiled at her as he sipped from his drink and sat the glass next to hers on the table. He reached one hand up to her neck and pulled her down to meet her lips to his. He parted her lips with his tongue as his hand gasped her tits through her t-shirt.
Sandra accepted his tongue like she did everything else he asked her to do. She didn't realize when she began kissing him back and exploring his mouth with her tongue.
Jamal pulled her shirt off again and licked both her nipples before kissing her lips again. He slipped a hand inside of her shorts and panties finding her pussy moist. He laid her down on the sofa as he slipped a couple of fingers inside her cunt.
Sandra let out an uncontrollable moan as she felt her pussy being opened with a third finger.
"I'm going to fuck you, ok?" Jamal whispered as he looked into her eyes.
Sandra didn't agree or protest. She just laid there as he pulled off her shorts and panties, and then his pants and shirt.
Jamal worked his big cock into his best friend's mother's pussy slowly as he sucked and licked on her nipples. Unlike with his mother, he fucked her slow and steady.
Sandra came with ease. She had gotten use to quick fucks, but this was something totally different. She no longer felt that she was being made to do this.
Jamal concentrated on the feel of Sandra's inside as he pushed his monster cock all the way inside of her and almost completely out.Janice ran throwing her arms around her son's neck as gitty as a school girl when he walked through the door. "Come in and sit with us," she said pulling on his arm.
Sandra Williams, Nancy Bird, and Marilyn Scott were sitting in the living room with wine glasses in their hands. "Hello ladies," Jamal spoke confidently. He winked at Sandra and sat on the sofa next to Nancy. "What are you ladies talking about, besides men," he joked. He had been having sex with Sandra regularly for about a week, and she told him that the ladies usually talked about sex.
"What else is there to talk about," Nancy said putting her hand on his thigh and laughed looking around to the other ladies. "That's what men talk about, right?"
They all laughed. Jamal noticed Sandra glance at Nancy's hand on his thigh.
"Get the boy a glass," Marilyn said crossing her legs letting her skirt rise to show off her thigh. "You do drink wine, don't you?"
"Yep," Jamal replied.
Janice got a glass for her son and Marilyn filled it with wine. She leaned over the coffee table to hand it to him showing off her ample cleavage. Nancy squeezed Jamal's thigh as her hand moved closer to his growing cock. Janice sat on the love seat next to Sandra and noticed Nancy's hand.
"I bet the girls are fighting over you," Nancy said batting her long false eye lashes at him in an obvious attempt to flirt.
"I'm not in to girls...I'm into women like you Nancy," Jamal joked throwing his arm up on the back of the sofa behind her as he stretched out his legs allowing his hard-on more room to grow.
Janice and Sandra nearly choked on their wine.
"I bet you can handle them just fine," Marilyn laughed.
"I'll let you be the judge that," Jamal replied to her.
"Ut-oh, Marilyn...you better watch out before this young man tare you up," Nancy laughed. "You know you haven't had any in a while."
They all laughed.
"How about you?" Jamal asked causing the ladies to laugh as he put his arm around her shoulder. He could tell that the ladies were wasted and decided to take advantage of the situation. He draped his hand over Nancy's right breast and she put her hand over his.
"Ya, you really need some," Marilyn shot back.
"Marilyn, I think my baby can handle both of you'll," Janice laughed.
"Bring it on then baby," Marilyn said standing up, putting her hands on her hips and thrusting her pelvis forward.
Jamal stood up and the ladies laughed. He stepped over the coffee table, reached around Marilyn grabbing her big butt-cheeks with both hands, and pulled her crotch against his. The other three ladies doubled over in laughter. Jamal massaged Marilyn's ass and grind against her before releasing her.
Marilyn hugged Jamal as she laughed with them.
"Oooo, that's my song," Janice said hearing the music playing on the radio. She turned it up and began to move.
Sandra and Nancy got up and began dancing with Janice. Jamal started dancing with Marilyn moving his hand under her skirt touching her panty covered crotch as she turned away from the other ladies.
Jamal turned to Nancy taking he hips from behind and grind against her ass, before going over to Sandra and grinding pelvis to pelvis with her. He moved over to Janice who took his hips as he took hold of hers and grinded to the ladies' laughter. He went back over to Marilyn and pulled up her skirt from the back and grind against panties as her reached around to her crotch in view of the other ladies to their laughter.
Jamal continued moving from one of the ladies to the other; taking hold of Nancy's tits with both hands, rubbing Sandra's crotch, and grinding against his mother's ass. The ladies moved around awaiting their turns to get felt up to the other ladies' amusement.
When the song ended, Jamal held onto Marilyn from behind holding tits in both his hands. The other ladies stood around giggling and catching their breaths.
"Orgy up in here," Janice said laughing as she took out a CD and put it into the player.
The ladies started moving around again as the music started up. Jamal released Marilyn and moved in the middle of the women as the surround him.
"O'may," Nancy said wide-eyed with laughter as she felt Jamal's hard-on.
Marilyn reached over to feel the big rod as Jamal presented it to her. Sandra giggled as she took her turn, and Janice wasn't shy in copping a feel in front of the ladies with loud laughter.
Marilyn reached and unzipped Jamal's pants, and Nancy opened them wider. Jamal turned to Sandra and nodded with a smile, and she reached inside of pants and pulled the massive tool free. She held it as Jamal pulled her to him rubbing the head of his cock to her crotch.
The ladies went wild with cheer. Marilyn pulled up her skirt and Jamal rubbed the head of his dick to the crotch of her panties. Nancy took told of the steel rod as Jamal lift her top exposing her bra covered big tits.
The ladies laughed hysterically as Jamal pointed his dick to Janice's ass. To their amusement, Janice wiggled her buns as Jamal held it to her.
Sandra playfully turned her ass to Jamal and he took the elastic waist band of her shorts and pulled them down along with panties. Marilyn leaned against Janice as she laughed even louder. Jamal pulled Sandra to him and grind against her naked buns, before Sandra pulled her shorts back up.
Nancy seemed bound to top that. She took hold of Jamal's cock, leaned over and kissed the head. Marilyn took his cock and rubbed against her crotch as Jamal unbuttoned her top and then the front snap of her bra and freed her tits to his hands.
Marilyn laughed releasing his cock as Jamal pulled her top and bra off her shoulders. Nancy came up behind Jamal and pulled off his shirt. Janice assisted by Sandra pulled down Jamal's pants with his shoes. Jamal unzipped Marilyn's skirt and she helped him get her panties off. He turned to Nancy who helped him get her clothes off while Sandra stripped herself. They all looked at Janice who was the only one left with clothes on.
Janice looked at her son wide-eyed as he reached for her shorts. The other ladies burst out into laughter as Jamal unzipped his mother's shorts and pulled them off. Janice saw that the ladies were cheering him on and took off her top and bra.
Marilyn, Nancy, and Sandra grasped at Jamal large tool passing it between themselves as he groped at their tits. Janice stood behind Jamal as he reached back and fingered her cunt.
Jamal guided Marilyn down on the floor and pulled her knees up to her shoulder. The forty-five year-old's wet pussy spread to accommodate the young man's large cock. The ladies laughed and cheered as Marilyn moaned. Jamal drove his cock with long broad strokes. Marilyn put her hands over her face as her orgasm erupted to the other ladies' excitement.
Jamal turned to Nancy as she lay down on the floor and spread her legs wide. Nancy took hold of Jamal's tight buns and pulled him down on her and humped up on his cock as fast as she could. She cried out as she came and then pushed against his chest laughing and indicating that she had enough.
Jamal grabbed Sandra's arm and pulled her down to the floor. She pulled her knees up to her shoulders and then rest them on his as he entered her. She felt almost jealous has she had watched him screw the other two ladies. She wanted his cock all to herself.
Jamal stroked Sandra's pussy slow and steady just the way she liked it. She signed hard as she came. She blushed as he winked his eye at her.
They all looked a Janice laughing.
"O'no," Janice said reaching for her clothes only to have them snatched away by Marilyn.
"Com'on girl, you better get you some of that," Marilyn said.
"What are you worried about," Nancy chimed in. "Ain't nobody going to tell anyone. We did it."
"He's my son," Janice said like she really cared.
"He's a young man," Nancy said.
"Ya girl, when will you ever get a chance with a young man with equipment like that," Marilyn said.
Janice looked at Sandra who just laughed and nodded. "Ok," Janice said getting down on the floor.
"There you go girl," Marilyn said.
"Fuck her good," Nancy whispered in Jamal's ear to his chuckle.
Jamal played along with his mother's deception. He had fucked her early that morning, and knew she was ready to fuck him again. He slid the head of his dick half way into her and repositioned himself to get ready for some hard thrusting.
Janice braced herself with her knees bent and her feet flat on the floor. As soon as he drove his cock down, she thrust up to meet his cock. She met each of his strong thrusts with her own.
The ladies cheered them own as the put on a fucking expedition. Marilyn and Nancy watched closely as Sandra went off to the bathroom.
Janice had almost forgot that she was committing incest for the amusement of her friends instead of for her own pleasure. She quickly put her hands against Jamal's chest to stop him. "There," she said. "I didn't it. Satisfied now."
"Ah...Com'on girl. You know you liked it," Marilyn said.
"Ya girl, I wished that I could get it as well as you did," Nancy said. "He is still ready to go." She took Jamal's cock and began stroking it.
"Big it over here baby," Marilyn said positioning herself on her hands and knees.
Jamal chuckled and he got in behind Marilyn and slid his monster cock into her pussy again. He slammed his cock into her making her butt-cheeks shake upon contact. He continued fucking her until she couldn't take it no more.
Nancy took another go at him, but quickly came again for the second time. When Jamal got back with Sandra, they all saw that they had definite chemistry. Even Janice had to admit that Sandra and her son looked good together.
Jamal and Sandra ignore the comments that the ladies made as they continued screwing in the middle of the living floor.
Nancy left first stating that she had to make diner for her husband. Marilyn left a little while later laughing and joking that Sandra was going to fuck Jamal to death.
Janice didn't say anything else after Marilyn left as Sandra and her son continued fucking on the floor. She cleaned up around them and then went to her bedroom.
Janice got up from her bed in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and found Sandra asleep with her son in his bed. It was strange, but she approved.