I sat on the kitchen floor, peering into the living room. Mom was cuddling with Jared on the sofa, both now stark naked. She lay with her back against his broad chest, enveloped by his dark, muscular arms, and laid her beautiful blond head on his shoulder, a blissful expression on her face. She took his hand and inserted his index finger into her mouth and sucked it toyingly, then looked up at him with a mischievous grin. He took her face in his big hands and bent his head toward her. She raised her lips eagerly to meet his. They opened their mouths and wetly caressed each other's tongues. My mother seductively sucked his lower lip, and he reciprocated. Their kisses slowly intensified, and they began deeply penetrating each other's mouths with their tongues.
I watched in misery. Now only was my mother betraying my father and me with this smarmy, black, mustachioed, behemoth-cocked con artist, she'd essentially promised she'd sexually service all of his merry men, "to keep peace in his family."
God almighty! I mean, I'd heard of Stockholm syndrome, where the kidnapped victim, presumably out of vulnerability and dependency, makes an emotional connection with the captor. But this had happened so quickly. Way too quickly, I thought. My mom had become a degenerate, faithless, black cock slut!
Jared slid off the sofa and knelt between my mother's beautiful, long legs. He looked up at her, his eyes consuming her, as he sensuously, slowly ran both hands over her belly up to her breasts, cupping and kneading them, and played with her nipples, gently pinching and running his fingertip around and around. My mom's eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. She suddenly opened her eyes and leaned forward, looking at him with concern.
"Are you sure my son and my mother are all right?" "Sure, of course, they all right," he said. "I told my men to keep 'em safely tucked away upstairs. I wanted some time alone with you, you know?"
"But are you absolutely - I mean, are you absolutely sure they're not doing anything to hurt my mother?"
"They know better than to mess with her. I told them they so much as touch a hair on her head, it's their ass. They know better than to fuck with me."
The lying prick bastard! And how could my mother be so fucking gullible? What'd she think we were doing up there all that time, playing Parcheesi? I felt like running out there and telling her about Mehmaw being raped, but I wasn't prepared to deal with Jared by myself. 'Though I sure wanted to kill him.
Her fears assuaged, Mom lay back, closed her eyes again, and let Jared resume his sensual fondling of her flesh. He began gently kissing her inner thighs, then traced a path with his lips over her firm belly, kissing and licking his way up to the small crossed Steri-Strips covering her surgical incision, then rose up and continued working his way up to her breasts. He brought one of them up to his mouth and my Mom's eyes opened as she watched his lips envelop a nipple. As he gently sucked and licked her areola and the hardening nipple that served as its delectable centerpiece, she softly moaned and caressed the back of his neck with her hand -- the one with the wedding ring on it!
Jared now focused his attention on her pussy, gently parting the lips with his fingers to expose her precious clit. My mother slightly hiked her hips in anticipation. With aching slowness, his mouth descended on her, lips and tongue teasing, kissing, licking, gently sucking. Mom began to whimper and moan in ecstasy. She spread her thighs wide and started humping his mouth.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh ... oh God ... oh my God ... ohh ... ohh ..."
He expertly worked her up to a fever pitch until her hip rocking increased and she finally squeezed his head between her satiny thighs. He kneaded the firm, round globes of her ass cheeks as he relentlessly stroked her clit with his tongue, allowing her to climax again and again.
"OHHH! OHHH!" she cried. "O-ho-ho-ho! O-HO-HO-HO! Oh my God - OH MY G-O-D!"
He removed his face from her crotch and watched in satisfaction at her lustfully contorted face as her thighs and ass quivered spasmodically in a long string of orgasms that seemed to have a life all their own. She quickly lifted one of her legs clear of his head and rolled onto her side, pressing her fists hard into her crotch and compressing them between her thighs. It took nearly a full minute for her orgasmic spasming to finally subside.
"Oh my fucking God!" she exclaimed in sexual exhaustion. "You are the sexiest -- Come here to me!" she growled.
He sat down beside her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him with deep appreciation. She then reached down with one hand for his semi-hard cock and began skillfully manipulating it, stroking the swelling head and lengthening, thickening shaft.
"I swear," Mom said, fondling his massive cunt destroyer, "you have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen." "You like it, do you, huh?"
"Oh, my God. I wish you could be inside me."
"You think we might try?"
"All right. But you'll need to go slow and be very gentle."
He got back up while she positioned her ass at the edge of the seat cushion and spread her long, tapering legs. She watched intently as he took his cock and put the head between her pussy lips, then teasingly moved it up and down, making sure to tantalize her clit. She oohed and ahhed and swept her lips with her tongue. He perched himself at the entrance of her cunt. My mother bit her lower lip, anticipating pain. He compressed the massive head between his fingers and gently eased the tip in just an inch or so.
"Is this all right? Am I hurting?" he asked solicitously.
"No, it's all right, it's good. You could try going in a little deeper."
