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(MMF, inc, voy, intr, drugs) *** A few weeks after we smoked some grass at my mother’s, I got a call from her. "You know the stuff we smoked that day? I want some of it." I was amazed. I had been avoiding coming over, because of the ambivalent feelings I’d been having—downright guilt, actually. It had been, I was sure, the best fuck either one of us had ever experienced. "Okay, Mom," I said. I’ll drop some off tomorrow. "Great," she said, sounding confident and poised as she usually did. One of the things that made my mother so attractive to me was this businesslike poise. She was a small rangy brunette with nice breasts, and looked nothing like Loni Anderson, but she sounded a lot like her. A Midwestern nice girl in whose mouth butter would never melt. It had just been a month before, however, that that same mouth, stoned out of its mind—granted—had been sucking my ridiculously engorged cock down to its base. Later I had fucked her to a massive orgasm while her legs were frogged open over my side, using two dripping fingers to massage her clit. I drove over the next day. She made me coffee. "You want to smoke some now?" I asked with a grin. Laughing, she shook her head, looking down. "I don’t think so." Apparently we were going to be friends. "Are you going to tell me what it’s for?" I asked. "I don’t think so," she said again. I am nothing if not intuitive. I knew that she had recently hired a gardener, a large young black man. I also knew that my mother was basically shy; that was why she had trouble meeting men. She could no more go to a bar and hang out waiting to be picked up than the man in the moon. So she was going to fuck Mark. I was hot at the idea. I wanted to see it. He couldn’t be more than about 18 or 19 years old, and was a drama tech student at UCLA. He was a very nice, kind guy. He was about 6’ 3", and weighed about 220, most of it muscle. For her sake, I hoped he wasn’t gay. "I want you to let me watch," I said. "God damn you, you have no idea why I want this," she said. My mother was so square and so new to the drug culture, it never occurred to her that you could smoke grass just to relax. For her, it was the new super- aphrodisiac. "You are going to do Mark, and I’m going to watch," I said. For an answer, she just gazed out the window, squinting. At 42 and 5’5", she was absolutely lovely, with the clear complexion of a thirty-year old. She was on the thin side with a tight waist. For a small woman, she had nice 34C breasts. Her hips were gorgeous, flaring out just slightly. Today, she had her hair pulled back in a pony tail, making her look eighteen. She wore her usual summer outfit of shorts and T-shirt. "He’s coming over, today," she said. "You go out on the porch," I said. "I’ll sit here in the dark, in the kitchen. I can see out; you can’t see in. Simple." Mark came around back, bringing some of his tools. By now the yard was in pretty good shape, and he was here today basically for light maintenance. My mom met him, and got into a cordial conversation. You could tell that as shy people they got along. Once or twice she nervously glanced in my direction. I could see her offering him lemonade, and she came back to the kitchen, giving me a sour look. She got her tray together, and carefully laid the joint alongside the glasses in her best Emily Post style. "Great approach," I approved. She gave me another sour look. As they drank the lemonade, they were getting along famously. I thought they would never light the joint. Finally, however, my mom picked it up, and fired it up. I could tell that she had been giving him some song and dance about how I had left it here. They each took several tokes in succession, and held them. This was the super duper grass that had opened her up before. As I watched them, I thought they were probably overdoing it. They sat there for a bit, then my mom got slowly to her feet and walked behind Mark’s chair, where she started to give him a back rub. Her movements were ridiculously slow, and Mark positively slumped down in his chair, his face serious, but seemingly relaxed. My mom sometimes astonishes me. After massaging Mark’s shoulders for a few minutes, she lifted her hands off of him, still standing behind him, and pulled her shirt over her head. The bra immediately followed. Then she shucked her pants in a single motion. Now naked, my small white mother stepped in front of the large sitting 18 year old black man, and planted her lips squarely on his. She standing, they kissed deeply for minutes as his big hands slowly fondled her breasts, stomach, and thighs. The bulge in his work pants was enormous. I could see that he was trying to use his finger on her clit, but was inexperienced about the angle. No matter, as stoned as she had to have been, it was all bound to feel good. After a while, she shook his hands off. Bending over, she pulled his shirt over his head, then turned to his belt buckle. She loosened it, a bit clumsy from the dope. Motioning him to stand, she shucked his pants. His erection was absolutely huge, probably 10 or 11 inches, and 1 ½ or 2 inches across. My mom, ever the hostess, gently sat him down in the chair. Turning to the side, she grabbed a cushion from a nearby chair to use as a kneepad. And slowly knelt on it. The sight of my lovely small naked 42 year old mom about to suck the enormous cock of a stoned 18 year old black youth almost had me coming on the spot. Watching her from the side I saw that she had more experience than I had given her credit for. Bending over his lap vertically, she stretched her mouth as far open as it would go. Slowly without preamble, she took the first four or five inches of heavy black dick in her mouth, then let her lips close around the shaft. She held him there for about a minute, then slowly withdrew. When she got to the massive head, she would, I knew from my own experience a month before, slowly spin her tongue around a couple of times before slowly descending on the shaft once again. I watched her repeat this very slowly, at times moving her lips against the massive black shaft when it was in as deep as it would go, for about 30 minutes. As time passed, she slowly took more and more of the huge black penis in her mouth with each slow downstroke. After a half an hour, she was taking fully eight inches in. Mark seemed to be in ecstasy, whimpering and moaning softly, his head lolled to one side, his eyes completely closed. Finally, my mom released his cock and changed position, dragging her kneepad to the side of his chair, which, fortunately, did not have an armrest. She slowly engorged herself again from the side, almost to his rear. She was now swallowing his entire penis on each slow stroke. The sight of it was amazing. A small, thin, pretty white woman bending slowly forward to take a heavy black dick, nearly a foot long, down to the base. Mark’s thick cock gleamed with her spit, and he continued to moan softly as she fucked him slowly with her mouth. After a while, Mom straightened up. She continued to kneel, and began to use two hands to jack his slippery cock slowly up and down, while gazing raptly at it. Like most women, she seemed to have some interest in size, regardless of what it is politically correct to say. After a short time, she stood, and helped Mark to stand too. I could see that he was wobbly, whether from the dope, the long slow sucking, or both. She led him to the chaise lounge. I knew what was coming now, and I almost passed out with lust thinking about it. My tiny mother was going to fuck a giant black dick while I watched. She led Mark to the couch, and laid him down on his back. She sat beside him while he lay with his eyes closed, slowly stroking his front and cooing to him. He was after all still a kid. After a minute or two to let him get his breath, she laid her head down on his stomach with her cheek turned to one side, and took just the head of the monster in her mouth. He began gasping and whimpering again. I knew that Mom was running her tongue around and around his glans. I could hear her moaning as well. It must have been a major turn on for her, especially as loaded as she was. After about three minutes, she was ready. She got up on her knees, and slowly threw one knee across his pelvis. She sat up, beautiful in the sun. His huge penis showed in dark contrast to her white tight ass. She sat there for a minute, then came up on one knee, her hand grasping his penis behind her ass. Slowly she got the big head to just the entrance of her vagina, then gradually sat back on it. She said "oh, oh, oh," syllables which seemed to combine pleasure and surprise in equal measure. She was still on one foot and one knee. It seemed to take minutes for her to lower herself even halfway down, but soon she was kneeling on each side of him, his penis fully in her. Slowly she began to fuck the two of them. Bending slightly forward she butted forward and back with short strokes. I could tell that she was dripping because his black cock glistened with her juices at the base as she reached the top of her stroke. He continued to whimper. I remembered well, her pussy felt even better than her mouth. She was moaning loudly now. And, I could see grinding a little as she got the whole thing inside her at the base of each stroke I guess it was all too exciting for her. After about ten minutes, she came screaming like the last time, all from the same repetitive slow stroke on the massive dick. After a shrieking two minute come, she collapsed on his chest. He, good-natured soul that he was, patted her, as though to comfort her after a crisis. As they lay there, he continued to fuck her slowly by repeatedly lifting his hips, the first active thing he’d done. I was jealous of course, because Mark had gotten my mom’s first no-hands cheery, although he was basically just lying there soaking it in. I heard her murmur to him, "I want you to fuck me." She got up off of him slowly, and let him get off the lounge chair. She lay down, replacing him, her legs spread. Mark bent to eat her for a short time, and seemed to be doing a competent job, if her moans were any indication. Shortly he knelt before her, the monster still nicely erect. He brought the head to her cunt and slowly introduced it. My little mother seemed to now be literally going out her mind with pleasure that she didn’t have to concentrate on lowering herself, and could simply enjoy the huge fuckpole slowly going up her. "Ohhhhhhh," she cried out. He slowly worked his way in to the hilt in her, then slowly worked his way back out again. I had never seen anything so slow and beautiful in its way. His large body carefully held off of her small one by his strong arms and knees. The thick penis seeming to go into a too-small cunt where they came together. As with me she used the insides of her feet to guide and enjoy his ass as he slowly fucked her with his nearly foot-long cock. I knew he couldn’t hold out for long, even at such a slow speed, and he came with a deep low sound. I decided to leave before they recovered and came in the house. When last I looked, they were entangled on the lounge, fast asleep. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 42