It was just before dusk when the message came in from Jamal. He'd texted both Tanya and Elliott to let them know he and the other two boys would be there in about twenty minutes. Tanya had retired to her room after they'd eaten, claiming she had to freshen up again. Elliott knew one of the reasons was to fix her hair after Derek had messed it up while fucking her face.
Elliott had gone to his own room and played his new video game. He needed the distraction to take his mind from the constant thoughts of what might be in store for tonight. When his phone pinged with the text message, he couldn't believe how excited he was. It wouldn't be long now before they found out what Jamal and the others had planned.
He shut down his video game and made his way to his mother's bedroom, where he tapped at the closed door.
"Yes, Elliott?"
His mother's voice reached him from inside the room, but he could tell that she wasn't coming to the door and expected him to respond. "Uh, you got the text from Jamal too, right?"
"Yes. I'm getting dressed now. You let the boys in when they get here. It'll be cutting it close, but I should be ready."
"Uh, okay."
Shrugging his shoulders, Elliott went downstairs. He found himself pacing back and forth like an expectant father as he constantly went to the front window, hoping to catch the lights from Jamal's van. He kept checking the time on his phone as he stood at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers. The minutes seemed to creep by until finally, the old van's headlights cut through the front window as Jamal swept into the driveway.
Elliott felt his heart start to beat a little more rapidly as he made his way to the front door. He had it open even before the boys knocked.
"Well, it looks like somebody's anxious to get the evening's events underway," Jamal said as he made his way past Elliott into the house. Gunner and Zeke were right behind, smiling broadly as Elliott flushed at Jamal's observation. Elliott followed his three bullies into the house until they stopped and stood around the dining table.
He was kind of surprised to see that they were dressed in their usual jeans and t-shirts. It made Elliott wonder again where they were taking them. They definitely weren't taking them out to a nice restaurant, or something like that. Even these guys would have made the effort to dress up a bit for something like that, even if it was just to put on a regular shirt instead of a t-shirt. "They would do that, right?" he thought to himself.
"Where's Mommy?" Jamal asked as he gestured towards the stairs. "She's not ready yet?"
"Uh, just a second," Elliott replied as he stepped over to the base of the stairs. "MOM, THE GUYS ARE HERE!"
"Two minutes." Her warm voice came pouring down the stairs. "I'm almost ready."
Elliott turned to the other three and shrugged.
"That's fine," Jamal said. "How about you grab us each a Red Bull? I think we're gonna need it tonight."
The other boys chuckled as Elliott went to the fridge and passed a can to each of them. They all chugged them back in no time flat, belching proudly as they passed Elliott the empty cans.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Tanya's voice made them all look in her direction as she started to come down the stairs.
"Fuck me," Zeke muttered under his breath.
Elliott agreed whole-heartedly with the young man's comment. He'd almost lost his breath as he first spotted his mother, and then his heart resumed that steady pounding in his chest as she made her way down the stairs. "Fuck, talk about sexy," were the kind of thoughts racing through Elliott's brain.
His mother was dressed simply, but the expression "less is more" definitely came to mind. She was wearing a simple black cocktail dress. But that simple black dress was saying more about what kind of body was lying beneath than nearly anything else she could have worn. The dress was of some stretchy material that molded itself to her incredible body like a second skin. It was sleeveless, with a deeply scooped neckline that showed off her enticing cleavage spectacularly. The material nipped in as it moved downward from her prominent bustline to her narrow waist, before flaring out over her wide flared hips. The tightness of the fabric combined with her naturally curvy body to emphasize her womanly hourglass figure. As the stretchy material moved further down, it hugged her full creamy thighs, before ending just a few inches below her pussy, leaving a vast expanse of those smooth tanned thighs exposed.
"Oh God," Elliott heard himself mumble as his gaze travelled down the rest of his mother's body as she continued down the stairs. Her legs looked fantastic. She had applied that lotion or oil that she'd put on previously, the stuff that made them shine with an erotic glow, as if her feminine nectar was slowly leaking out of her steaming cunt and covering her legs in an enticing sheen. Whatever she'd put on them to make them look like that, Elliott thought the effort was more than worth it. The luxurious sheen drew your attention to the subtle muscle tone in her tanned legs, the sinews moving subtly like those of a jungle cat as she made her way down the staircase. Like her deliciously feminine hourglass figure, her full thighs and plump calves were accentuated by her tiny dimpled knees and slender ankles.
Elliott's gaze moved further downwards, to her small delicate feet. She was wearing a pair of black stilettos with wickedly-pointed toes and rapier-like high heels that had to be 5" high. A slender black strap circled her ankle, with a tiny buckle at the side keeping the shoe secured to her slender feet. They were definitely "come-fuck-me" shoes. That was for sure, Elliott thought.
