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My Son's New Friend (m/F, teen, intr)
By Voyeur Mailman (VoyeurMailman@POBoxes.com)
***
Cynthia Roland hummed quietly to herself as she puttered throught
he kitchen. It was a beautiful day out and she wanted to finish in
the kitchen so she could get out and enjoy some sun beside the pool.
It was a fine Saturday morning, the kids were out with their friends,
and her husband was off on another of his usual business trips. She
had the house to herself.
Within the hour, she was finished and disappeared up to her
bedroom to change into one of her swimsuits. It was a small, sleek
bikini she had bought as a surprise for her husband. The small black
cloth of the suit contrasted with her pale skin, but matched the wavy
black hair she wore just below shoulder length. The top just
contained her rather large 38Ds, which thanks to her workouts had only
just begun to sag due to their size on her otherwise trim body. "Not
bad for a 36 year old..." she thought to herself as she looked herself
over in the mirror.
Nodding, she headed back downstairs and out onto the back deck. A
dive into the deep end of the pull had her soaked in seconds, and she
swam several laps before pulling herself out and lying on a lounge
chair near the pool. She let the bright sun dry her, then applied
some suntan oil. It was time to start working on her tan....
She must have dozed off, because the sun seemed higher in the sky
when she was woken perhaps an hour later by sounds within the house.
She looked up through her sunglasses to see her 14 year old son John
come out the back door onto the deck with several boys in tow. Most
of them I recognized as friends of his, but there was one boy I didn't
recognize. He was a young black boy who looked to be about 13, or 14
at the very latest, and rather cute.
"Hi, mom!" said John, "Is it okay if we use the pool?"
Cyntyhia smiled, "Sure, of course John. You and your friends are
always welcome." She smiled warmly at the kids. John had always kept
such good friends, and she encouraged him.
John was about to turn away when he said, "Oh, by the way, this is
Keith." He said, indicating the black boy, "He just moved to the
neighborhood. Keith, this is my mom."
"Hello Keith, nice to meet you."
Keith smiled almost shyly, staring at her intently, "Hi." He said
softly, his eyes roaming over her body. She grinned to herself; it
happened a lot. Sometimes she wondered if she were teasing these
young boys by wearing a bikini around them. She remembered how boys
were at that age. But it was harmless. It's not like they'd ever
seen a girl in a bikini before, and it wasn't as if she were
deliberately teasing them.
The boys hustled back into the house with their bags, coming back
about five minutes later in their suits. Cynthia sighed to herself as
she relaxed back into the lounge, enjoying the sun as the boys all
leaped into the pool, splashing and whooping, and enjoying themselves.
They made good use of the diving board at the deep end. Cynthia
watched them have their fun, and noticed Keith seemed to be looking
at her a lot between the horseplay. When he climbed out of the pool
to head for the board, she couldn't help but notice his baggy swim
trunks clung wetly to his body, showing a firm young butt and a rather
noticeable bulge in the front. She wondered if the 13 year old was
getting a hardon to make such a bulge...
Cyntia shook her head, chasing away those thoughts. What was she
thinking? This was a young teenage boy, one of her son's friends.
She should be ashamed. She glanced once more at Keith as he stood on
the diving board. He was looking straight at her with an intensity
that surprised her. She wondered if he'd noticed her looking? No,
don't be silly... she had sunglasses on, he couldn't see where her
eyes roamed...
Suddenly, Cynthia got up and headed for the house. She let the
boys have some privacy. She went back into the house and pulled on a
light robe over her bikini, not bothering to tie it up front.
After a while she heard the boys get out of the pool and grab their
towels. After a while, they were back in the house, and John was
offering out some snacks she always kept on hand for when her son had
friends visiting. As the boys headed for the rec room in the
basement, she saw Keith lingering. She decided maybe she should get
to know him some, make him feel welcome.
"So, Keith, how long have you been in the neighborhood?"
"We moved her a couple weeks ago from Cleveland." He said, a little
more open and animated than he had been with the other boys around.
"Is our school very different from your old school in Cleveland?
Are you adjusting well?"
Keith moved a little closer, leaning on the kitchen counter.
Cynthia could feel his presence very near, "Oh, the classes are
tougher, but I can handle it." He said rather off-handedly, "Meeting
lots of new people."
Cynthia smiled, "Well, I'm glad to hear that. Sometimes kids don't
like moving, especially teenagers. My one nephew was quite upset when
he had to move; he left a girlfriend behind that he loved dearly. Did
you leave a girlfriend behind?"
Keith smiled, rather cockily she noted, "Oh, yeah, a couple... but
my mom always says 'there's greener pasture on the other side of the
hill.' I never knew what she meant til I moved out of the city."
Cyntia nodded, "Have you found a girlfriend at school already,
then?"
Keith snorted, smirking, "Naw... the girls in the junior high are
just so... juvenile. I date older women." He said, his bright eyes
boring into hers.
Cynthia felt strange suddenly, her heart beating a little faster,
"Oh, you date girls from the Senior High, huh?" she asked with a grin.
Keith laughed lightly, "Not older GIRLS, older WOMEN." He said
meaningfully. Then grinned again, "You know, John never said he had
such a hot mom. You're very pretty, Mrs. Roland." He said with all
the sincerity a teenager could muster.
Cynthia's heart fluttered. Was this young boy flirting with her?
She fought to speak calmly, "Well, Keith, that's very nice of you to
say. Thank you."
Before it could go any further, John called from downstairs, "Hey
Keith, c'mon! We got Mortal Kombat going on the play station."
Keith grinned and disappeared. Shaking her head to clear it's
sudden fog, Cynthia headed upstairs. She had an urge to relax and
enjoy a good book.
She was several chapters in when she heard the boys rustling around
in the kitchen again. "Hey mom!" she heard John call, "Where's the
Doritos?"
Sighing good-naturedly, she set down the book and headed back down
stairs. The boys were hanging out in the living room, dressed again
in their street clothes: mostly jeans and tee shirts, or sweats. John
was rummaging through the cupboards. "Over here, John..." she said
exasperatedly, smiling.
"Oh, kewl." He said.
"Hey John, can I use your bathroom?" asked Keith from the living
room.
"Sure, dude! It's upstairs, second door on the right."
"Thanks!" Footsteps disappeared upstairs.
"Anything else you need?" Cynthia asked.
"Naw, we're kewl. We got the soda from the downstairs fridge."
The boys filed back down stairs, and Cynthia headed upstairs. As she
walked down the hallway, she could hear Keith in the bathroom
urinating. The sound was distinct, and as she approached she realized
why: he'd left the door open.
She couldn't help herself... she glanced in as she passed... and
stopped in surprise.
Keith was standing before the toilet, facing paralell to the
hallway. She could see him from the side through the door. His jeans
were undone and open, and he was holding a very large cock in his
hand, pissing. It had to be 6" long, fully limp, just hanging there.
She couldm'y believe it. Here he was, barely a teenager, only 13
years old, and his limp cock was as big as most men's erect penises
were.
Keith looked up, staring at her, and did nothing... just stood
there with it out, not attempting to hide it or shut the door or
anything. He met her eyes and stared at her, face calm, betraying no
emotion. She looked away from his eyes, back down at the cock, then
away, mumbling, "Sorry." And heading back to her bedroom in a hurry.
She had just sat down on the edge of her bed, trying to still her
beating heart when Keith appeared at her door. She looked up at him,
then blushed and looked away, not sure what to say. She didn't really
notice as he closed the door and walked up to stand before her,
staring silently at her.
"Uh... er... Keith, I.. ummm... I'm sorry I...." Her stuttered
apology trailed off as she noticed his hands moving to his jeans. He
unclipped them, lowering the zipper and sliding them and his boxers
down to his hips, where they dropped to the floor.
She gasped as his big, limp cock was exposed, hanging just in front
of her face. She tore her eyes away enough to glance up, see the
serious and intense look he was aiming at her, then looked back at his
cock. It was growing....
His cock swelled up, stiffening, getting larger and beginning to
stick straight out... angling up, higher and higher.... Bigger and
bigger. Her eyes widened as she watched this amazing show. Within 60
seconds, the 13 year old's cock was fully erect. It was huge.... At
least 9" long, and very thick... a huge black rod that throbbed and
pulsed just inches from her face.
Her husband had an average 6" dick, which had always satisfied her.
But this young black teenage boy had a monster black cock that dwarfed
her husband's. And it was making her heart pound in her chest, her
andrenaline flowing. She couldn't avoid the gasp that escaped her
lips.
Keith grinned and grasped the massive cock at the base. He leaned
forward and rubbed the fat, blood engorged head over his face, her
cheeks, and her mouth. Then it pressed insistently at her lips....
"Keith, I don't think-" she was cut off as the boy took advantage
of her protest to slip his cock into her mouth as it opened to speak.
"mmff!"
Instinctively, she began to suck, the huge rod filling her mouth.
He slowly pushed it in, further, inch by inch and she relaxed her
throat as she felt the fat head press att he entrance to her throat.
Keith placed his hands on her head, the fingers wrapping and tangling
in her long hair as he held her head still, pushing his cock further.
She gagged as the huge thing entered her throat, and Keith made his
first sound, a soft low moan as he entered her throat. "Ohhh,
yeah......" he said, shoving more as the entire cock plunged into her
mouth and throat.
Cynthia fought the gag reflex and relaxed more, then began to suck.
Her lips squeezed tight as her mouth became a vacuum, her tongue
licking under the huge cock. Her one hand grasped his balls and
stroked as she began to bob her head. The boy began to fuck her face,
his cock plunging in and out of her throat and mouth.
"Uhhnnnnnnmmmmmmm ohhh yeah!!!!" he cried out softly, tensing up.
He shuddered, his cock swelling, then held her head tight and jammed
his cock as deep down her throat as he could get it and emptied his
load, huge thick gobs of hot teen boy cum shooting down her throat.
Cynthia swallowed, gagging again as she ate his cum. She felt her
body burn with lust and shame, both at her longing and how she let
this young boy do this to her. Sdhe swallowed and sucked his cock
clean, til he pulled it out of her mouth wetly.
Keith stepped back, stepping out of his pants and taking his shirt
off. He stared at her, his face and eyes bright with lust and
intensity, "Take off your swimsuit."
Cynthia blushed more, "Keith, I don't think we should-"
"Take off your swimsuit." He said calmly, insistently, as if
expecting his orders to be obeyed.
And what was worse, Cynthia thought, was that he was right. Oddly
enough, she felt herself letting her robe fall off her shoulders, then
untied her bikini, exposing her huge 38Ds, then slipping off her
bikini bottoms, showing the neat trimmed patch of hair she had between
her legs.
Keith looked her over appreciatively, "Now lay back."
Cynthia mutely obeyed, her mind in turmoil but her traitorous horny
body obeying. She lay back provocatively, legs spread some, arms to
her sides. Keith grinned and laid down beside her, "You need this,
don't you?" he asked. Cynthia justed stared at him in shock and
disbelief, but non-resistance.
He grinned, "I know.... You white housewives always being left
alone, and when your husband IS here, he's no match.... Not for
this..." he said confidently, grasping his cock briefly.
He leaned down and kissed the submissive housewife, lightly at
first then harder, lips mashing, tongues swirling. He kissed her hard
and hot for several minutes, stroking her breasts, then began kissing
down her neck, onto her chest. He sucked on her big sexy breasts for
a while as his hands slid down her body, stroking her thighs and her
pussy. As his fingers slipped into her steaming hot cunt, then found
her wetness, "Oh, yeah.... You need it...." He said arrogantly,
cockily... and much to her shame, Cynthia agreed.
Spreading her legs, Keith climbed between them, aiming his huge
cock at her cunt. Grinning at her, eyes meeting, Keith watched her
face as he plunged his cock into her cunt in one hard, single stroke.
Her eyes bulged out as she gasped, "Uhhnnn!!!!".
Cynthia had never had a cock so big in her before, and she was a
tight fit for it. Only her excessive wetness eased it in at all.
"Ohhhhh goddddd..." she moaned softly.
"Fuck, yeah..." Keith replied and began to pump, slowly at first,
long deep strokes, then faster as the tension grew, "Damn, that's good
pussy....." he said, and Cynthia blushed in shame but kept moaning,
her lust-crazed body responding, hips rising to meet his thrusts, her
pussy clenching and releasing his cock repeatedly.
Faster and harder he fucked, "Tell me, baby... tell me how you want
it...."
Cynthia resisted for a while, but eventually caved in, "Yesss... oh
god yes.... Fuck me... I need to be fucked sooo bad... fuck me,
Keith!"
Keith grinned in triumph, "Fuck yeah, baby..... all my friends'
moms like it, they all want it.... Tell me more... tell me you want my
black cock, you white bitch....."
Cynthia cried softly in shame, but replied, "Yes.... I want you to
fuck me with your big black cock!"
"What are you, bitch?" asked Keith, surprisingly dominant and
filthy for a 13 year od boy, "Are you my white slut? Tell me!"
"Yes!!! Yesss!!!!" Cynthia cried back in mortal shame, "I'm your
white SLUT! Slut to your huge black cock! Fuck me! Fuck your white
slut bitch, you black boy stud!!!"
"YESSSS!!!!!" cried Keith, pounding her violently. Cynthia was
being fucked harder and faster than ever before, her white pussy being
hammered by the huge black cock.
Suddenly, her body began to tremble and shake, squirming under his
murderous heavy pounding. She was cumming! Oh, god... the final
brick to her humiliation, she was having an orgasm... one of the most
intense ones ever, in fact, "Ohhh god, I'm cumming!!!" she cried, in
shame and humiliation and depraved lust.
"Cum, bitch! Cum on my black fuckrod!" he said, feeling his balls
tense as they slapped her ass, "Yeah!!!!" he cried as he came,
shooting even more thick hot wads of boycum deep into her pussy.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"
"Ohhhh fuck godddd yessss!!!" Cynthia cried back.
Several minutes later, their orgasms fading, Keith picked himself
up off of her, gave her one last long, hot kiss, then said "Kewl.",
get off the bed, dressed, and left, without saying anything else.
"Ohhh god...." Whispered Cynthia to herself, ashamed and
humiliated, knowing she should say or do something, vowing never to
let it happen again.... And knowing deep in her heart it would happen
anyway, and she wouldn't fight it....
Pulling a cover over her naked, cum-filled body, Cynthia slowly
fell asleep.....