Speaker 1: We had finished our second round of playing a GTA
Speaker 1: video game when there came a knock on my friend
Speaker 1: Ronnie's door. It was his mom, Sally checking in on us.
Speaker 1: Are you boys doing okay? She asked, David, how are
Speaker 1: you doing? I hope Ronnie's letting you win some. We're
Speaker 1: doing well, Miss b Apricot, I replied, and yeah, Ronnie's
Speaker 1: very good at this, but he lets me win some.
Speaker 1: That's good. She smiled, then addressed Ronnie. I'm going to
Speaker 1: be busy in a bit downstairs. Ronnie, I hope you
Speaker 1: can mind the house until then. Yeah, sure, Mom, there's
Speaker 1: SODA's and cookies in the fridge if you both need some. David,
Speaker 1: it's past seven. I hope it's not getting too late
Speaker 1: for you to head home. Actually, Miss Apricot, my parents
Speaker 1: said I could spend the night here with ron that's
Speaker 1: if you don't mind. Oh that's sweet, of course I
Speaker 1: won't mind. Ronnie, sure can use the company anyway. I'll
Speaker 1: be off, see you later, okay, mom. Ronnie waved goodbye
Speaker 1: to his mother seconds before she shut his door. He
Speaker 1: turned to me and asked, would you care for soda?
Speaker 1: I can go get a sum while we play another
Speaker 1: round unless you want to do something else. The soda
Speaker 1: sounds nice, I said, but how about we take a
Speaker 1: break first. You've been beating me since, he laughed, You'll
Speaker 1: get the hang of it. My mom gave me this
Speaker 1: version a month ago, and, like the coach said, practice practice, practice, anyway,
Speaker 1: stick around, I'll be right back. Ronnie got up and
Speaker 1: left while I wandered about his room, picking out new stuff.
Speaker 1: I hadn't noticed. His room was nearly similar to mine,
Speaker 1: except for the posters of rock stars on his wall.
Speaker 1: A typical room for twelfth graders that we were. Mine
Speaker 1: bore clas classic movie posters and a few magazine girls,
Speaker 1: as did Ronnie's. The women on his walls looked sexy
Speaker 1: and suggestively horny. I could imagine Ronnie jacking off to them,
Speaker 1: the same as me. The door opened and Ronnie returned
Speaker 1: with two soda gants, of which he offered me one. Thanks.
Speaker 1: I said, ain't it odd your mom is heading out
Speaker 1: to work this late. Mom didn't go anywhere, he said,
Speaker 1: She's down in the basement. That's where she works. Oh
Speaker 1: what sort of work is that? She's a sex worker,
Speaker 1: said Ronnie, after taking a sip of his soda. I
Speaker 1: nearly spilt my drink and pretended not to have hurt him. Clearly,
Speaker 1: what the fuck did you say? We're talking about my mom,
Speaker 1: aren't we, he said, so casually, like I was the
Speaker 1: fool not to have known what his mom did for
Speaker 1: a living this entire time. She loves to fuck, he continued.
Speaker 1: She's got clients that come over and she takes them
Speaker 1: down to the basement room to have sex. My mouth
Speaker 1: fell open with astonishment at what I'd heard. Ronnie sipped
Speaker 1: his drink, unmindful of how I looked at him, like
Speaker 1: I didn't want to believe what I'd just heard. Sally
Speaker 1: Apricot was a gorgeous looking woman. She was several years
Speaker 1: younger than my mom, but unlike my mom, she had
Speaker 1: borne Ronnie without a father. Ronnie and I have been
Speaker 1: friends since middle school. We were tight like only brothers would.
Speaker 1: My parents were as fond of him as his mom
Speaker 1: was towards me. Never had I thought to learn about
Speaker 1: his family secret as I was about to know. Come
Speaker 1: let me show you something, he said. He opened his
Speaker 1: phone to his photos folder, and my jaw dropped further
Speaker 1: when I saw nude photos of his mom smiling at
Speaker 1: the camera. There were plenty of photos featuring her in bed,
Speaker 1: legs spread wide, shoving what resembled a plastic dildo into
Speaker 1: her cun Other her photos showed her in swimsuits and
Speaker 1: different outfits, including ones where she lay in the living
Speaker 1: room in her bra and panties. My god, I gasped Ronnie.
Speaker 1: That's your mom. Yeah, I know, he chuckled. You ain't
Speaker 1: seen nothing yet, as if he wasn't done shocking me.
Speaker 1: Ronnie opened a separate folder that contained photos of his
Speaker 1: mom engaged in sex with different men. Nearly all the
Speaker 1: men were black, and the look of lust in his
Speaker 1: mom's eyes showed she was having the best sex ever. Ronnie,
Speaker 1: who are all these black guys, I ask, with a
Speaker 1: voice that sounded so distant from myself. Those are guys
Speaker 1: she likes to hook up with, he said. They liked
Speaker 1: to show her a good time and give her lots
Speaker 1: of money too. One of them bought me this gotta game.
Speaker 1: Don't tell me you took these photos, did you? Fuck? Yeah?
Speaker 1: I did, said Ronnie, smiling like it was the best
Speaker 1: thing he'd ever done. Mom loved when it's me and her.
Speaker 1: We like being natural with each other. She sometimes doesn't
Speaker 1: mind me sneaking into the basement to watch her getting
Speaker 1: gang banged by her lovers. Come, let's go take a look.
Speaker 1: I should have protested and said no, except I was
Speaker 1: too much of a pussy to decline the invite. But
Speaker 1: mainly I was curious to see his mom having sex
Speaker 1: with other men. Though it stunned me to see Ronnie
Speaker 1: not minding what his mom did under his nose. I
Speaker 1: would be shocked if I knew my mom was into
Speaker 1: such craziness, or that she was into such along with
Speaker 1: my dad. I had spied on them having sex years
Speaker 1: ago when I was too little to know what sex was.
Speaker 1: But like Ronnie, I love thinking about sex watched But
Speaker 1: like Ronnie, I love thinking about sex, and watched plenty
Speaker 1: of porn videos when I could mum. But never did
Speaker 1: it occur to me that I was about to jumpstart
Speaker 1: a career of imagining my best friend's mom engage in
Speaker 1: sex with other men. We left the room and went
Speaker 1: down the stairs. Ronnie gestured at me to keep quiet
Speaker 1: as we padded to a back corridor and opened a
Speaker 1: door that led down to the basement. We were half
Speaker 1: way down when Ronnie half tuned smiling and gestured again
Speaker 1: for me to be quiet. I could hear what sounded
Speaker 1: like several people chattering. We came down the landing enough
Speaker 1: to make out the people occupying the distant end of
Speaker 1: the room. I have never been down to the basement
Speaker 1: room before. I spotted Sallie surrounded by multiple black men
Speaker 1: who stood over her on a bed. They were all naked,
Speaker 1: and everyone was talking and laughing. Sallie was performing falatio
Speaker 1: on each man, stroking their cocks while she did. One
Speaker 1: of the men filmed her with a camcorder. Even Ronnie
Speaker 1: positioned himself by the stairs and took snap shots. I
Speaker 1: worried we might get spotted, but he didn't care. It
Speaker 1: was obvious the guys knew him, as I learned later.
Speaker 1: The guys then took turns to fuck Ronnie's mom. I
Speaker 1: watched in stunned disp belief as my friend's mom knelt
Speaker 1: on the bed as each man then mounted her and
Speaker 1: got to fucking her doggie. She pulled at the sheets
Speaker 1: and screamed and hollered non stop as each man grabbed
Speaker 1: her waist and pulled her hair while slamming into her harder.
Speaker 1: The sound of their bodies connecting was loud and frenetic.
Speaker 1: The others gathered around, laughing and jeering. They grabbed Sally's
Speaker 1: head and forced her to suck their huge cocks while
Speaker 1: others played with her bouncing tits. My fucking god, I gasped.
Speaker 1: One of the men looked up and spotted us. I
Speaker 1: was frightened and wanted to scamper up the stairs, but
Speaker 1: Ronnie grabbed hold of me before I could move. It's
Speaker 1: all right, Dave, he said, they know you're with me.
Speaker 1: As if to prove his point, Ronnie waved them and
Speaker 1: they smiled and waved back at him. What's up, kid,
Speaker 1: One of the men said, you should come down and
Speaker 1: get better shots. Nah, we're okay here, Ronnie replied. The
Speaker 1: guys laughed and returned to what they were doing with
Speaker 1: Ronnie's mom. Sallie straddled one of the men and got
Speaker 1: to riding him back and forth. Her tits bounced and jiggled,
Speaker 1: and the guys assisted with caressing and sucking each pair.
Speaker 1: One stood beside her and shoved his member down her throat.
Speaker 1: Sallie made a guttural, croaking noise that sounded like a
Speaker 1: clogged up drain pipe. She sucked whichever cock got shoved
Speaker 1: at her face. Without question, I was already sporting an
Speaker 1: erection in my genes. Ronnie stood up, having unzipped his jeans,
Speaker 1: and was jerking off to what we were witnessing happened
Speaker 1: to his mom. He would stop now and then to
Speaker 1: take snapshots with his phone. I felt somewhat embarrassed at
Speaker 1: what I was seeing, but couldn't deny the rousing emotion
Speaker 1: it gave me. This was nothing like when I'd witnessed
Speaker 1: my parents have sex. I knew I would be jerking
Speaker 1: off to my friend's mom henceforth, after that night, Ronnie
Speaker 1: finished masturbating, then told me let's return to his room.
Speaker 1: I felt grateful to do that, yet somewhat reluctant, as
Speaker 1: I wanted to continue to watch his mom getting screwed
Speaker 1: and abused by the men. What do you think, Ronnie
Speaker 1: asked me when we returned to his room, smiling like
Speaker 1: he had witnessed the greatest thing ever. Is my mom
Speaker 1: sexy or what? I don't know, I muttered. My tongue
Speaker 1: felt glued to my throat as I tried to make
Speaker 1: sense of what I'd seen. You know, I've got videos,
Speaker 1: he said, Sally doesn't mind me filming her. Sometimes she
Speaker 1: lets me clean her pussy too. What I'm serious, he said,
Speaker 1: Don't tell me you ain't ever done that to your
Speaker 1: mom before. You've no idea what you're missing, David, eating
Speaker 1: pussy is the best thing ever. It's way better than
Speaker 1: ice cream. I listened to him while imagining my brain
Speaker 1: set a blaze by his words. Ronnie opened his computer
Speaker 1: and showed me several videos of his mom getting railed
Speaker 1: by different men. He unzipped his jeans and masturbated while
Speaker 1: we watched a video of her getting gang banged. My
Speaker 1: erection kept crawling back in my jeans, but I felt
Speaker 1: too uncomfortable to open myself to what I was feeling.
Speaker 1: I lied about not suddenly feeling good, and told Ranie
Speaker 1: that I needed to return home. I promised to see
Speaker 1: him in the morning, said good night, and then ran
Speaker 1: home as fast as my feet could carry me. My
Speaker 1: parents were stunned when I entered the house and raced
Speaker 1: up the stairs to my bedroom. I shut my door
Speaker 1: and went inside my bathroom to masturbate. I should have
Speaker 1: called Ranie to inform him I was stopping by his
Speaker 1: place to return some books he had loaned me the
Speaker 1: previous week. I'd left my phone at home and was
Speaker 1: half way to his house when I remembered. But then
Speaker 1: I decided I might as well see if he was home.
Speaker 1: I pressed his door bell, but instead of Rannie, it
Speaker 1: was his sexy mom, Sally, who answered and welcomed me inside.
Speaker 1: How are you David, she said, after shutting the door.
Speaker 1: I sent Ronnie on a shopping errand he should be
Speaker 1: back in a bit if you'd like to wait. Oh,
Speaker 1: I don't know, miss Apricot, I mean I was. Please
Speaker 1: stop with this m's thing. It's Sally, and I will
Speaker 1: be offended if you don't come inside and wait for
Speaker 1: your friend. Come on, I won't bite. I should have protested,
Speaker 1: but that sweet smile of hers made me feel that
Speaker 1: would be the wrong choice. But besides, what else did
Speaker 1: I have to do this Saturday, besides take care of
Speaker 1: several household chores that I can do even with my
Speaker 1: eyes closed, I might as well spend some time with
Speaker 1: my friend's mom until he returns from wherever. I accepted
Speaker 1: Sally's offer and stepped into her home. Would you care
Speaker 1: for something to drink? She asked, after shutting the door.
Speaker 1: Remind me again. How old are you, David. I'll be
Speaker 1: turning eighteen in December, miss A pri Sorry, I meant, Sally, Hum,
Speaker 1: you're about old enough to start drinking beer. I've got
Speaker 1: the right thing for you. I sat in the living
Speaker 1: room and watched her prance towards the kitchen. My eyes
Speaker 1: stayed on her backside, aroused by the smooth curve of
Speaker 1: her butt in her shorts. It sent hot wire signals
Speaker 1: up my brain and down to my groin, enough to
Speaker 1: make me blush and adjust myself on the sofa. She
Speaker 1: returned with two bottles of cors Light and offered me one.
Speaker 1: I had already begun to drink alcohol. Ronnie and I
Speaker 1: have even bumped cigarettes together, though I tried my best
Speaker 1: not to let my parents in on that. My dad
Speaker 1: probably wouldn't care, knowing I was growing every day, but
Speaker 1: Mom was something else. How are you enjoying your holiday
Speaker 1: before school, asked Sally, after sipping her beer. Are you
Speaker 1: and Ronnie still playing bee ball as often as we can?
Speaker 1: I said, I get to kick as bu I mean
Speaker 1: his behind whenever we shoot hoops than he does at
Speaker 1: video games. Oh that's great. Ronnie plays those games too
Speaker 1: much and I've complained to him about it, but I've
Speaker 1: got to do whatever I can to make sure nothing
Speaker 1: bad comes his way, to make sure he doesn't get
Speaker 1: distracted too much about minding what I do when he
Speaker 1: isn't around. I paused when she said that, sorry, minding
Speaker 1: what you do. She gave me a keen look that
Speaker 1: compelled me to blush. It was like she could see
Speaker 1: through my bullshit, wanting me to admit I knew damn
Speaker 1: well what she was talking about. I shifted my eyes
Speaker 1: from her and unconsciously focused them on her voluptuous boops
Speaker 1: squeezed together in her blouse, looking like they wanted to
Speaker 1: burst out and play. Ronnie brought you to the basement
Speaker 1: the night before to see what I was doing down there,
Speaker 1: didn't He don't lie to me? I know he did.
Speaker 1: He did. I admitted I had no idea. You've no
Speaker 1: idea of what I do for a living. Ronnie hasn't
Speaker 1: told you. He said, you're a sex worker. Sally laughed.
Speaker 1: Ronnie's such a silly kid. That's about the polite way
Speaker 1: of saying it. But that really isn't what I do.
Speaker 1: Would you like to know what I do? David, No,
Speaker 1: I didn't want to know, but I was compelled to
Speaker 1: nod my head. I'm a whore, David, she said, candidly.
Speaker 1: Do you know what being a whore is about? You
Speaker 1: like to have sex? I said it as a statement,
Speaker 1: then a question correction. I love to have sex, she said.
Speaker 1: I love getting fucked, especially by black men. They love
Speaker 1: to fuck, and often they give me money for it.
Speaker 1: Don't get me wrong. I've got a regular job that
Speaker 1: pays the bills. This one I do for fun. Why,
Speaker 1: I asked, and why black men? Why is because, like
Speaker 1: I already said, I love having sex. I enjoy getting
Speaker 1: fucked by black men because black men have huge cocks
Speaker 1: and they know how to use it. It's not the
Speaker 1: same as having sex with white boys. The last white
Speaker 1: boy I had sex with was Ronnie's dad, and I
Speaker 1: haven't gone back to that since. Even Ronnie knows. Ronnie
Speaker 1: knows what. Ronnie knows what I love, she explained, and
Speaker 1: he has learned to love it too. Come let me
Speaker 1: show you. Bring your beer along, because you're going to
Speaker 1: need it. She took my hand, led me to the
Speaker 1: back corridor and down into the basement. I was expecting
Speaker 1: to see someone there waiting for us, but it was empty.
Speaker 1: It was as cozy a room as can be, with
Speaker 1: chairs and sofas, a large bed in the midst and
Speaker 1: a TV stand in a corner. There were lightning stands,
Speaker 1: including a camera on a tripod. I used to enjoy
Speaker 1: getting fucked upstairs in my bedroom, she explained as we
Speaker 1: entered the room. But I had to be careful not
Speaker 1: to let Ronnie in on what I was doing. Eventually
Speaker 1: he got two smart and realized the truth. I couldn't
Speaker 1: hide it anymore. We've talked about things, and he has
Speaker 1: learned to accept what I'm about, far more than his
Speaker 1: dad ever did. I often loved to record my sexipades here.
Speaker 1: She inserted a cassette tape into a video machine and
Speaker 1: pressed play, then switched on the TV. The screen came
Speaker 1: on seconds later, and it displayed the basement room. The
Speaker 1: picture wobbled as someone was holding a cam corder while
Speaker 1: filming the two persons on the bed. The camera drew
Speaker 1: closer and the picture was blurry initially, but then it
Speaker 1: got more apparent and I got a numbing surprise. The
Speaker 1: two persons were naked. One of them was a black
Speaker 1: man wearing a face mask. The other was my friend Ronnie.
Speaker 1: Ronnie was on his elbows and knees sucking the man's cock.
Speaker 1: His mom spoke in the background, letting me know she
Speaker 1: was wielding the camcorder. She was giving Ronnie instructions on
Speaker 1: what to do. Keep stroking his cock, Honey, said Sally
Speaker 1: in the background, while aiming the camera at her son's face. Yeah,
Speaker 1: that's it, just like I taught you last time. Oh yeah,
Speaker 1: that looks good. You're doing a good job, Honey. Don't worry.
Speaker 1: If you keep at this, I'll let you taste his
Speaker 1: come out of my pussy. I'll bet you'd like that,
Speaker 1: wouldn't you. Honey. Ronnie gave a muffled grunt that said yes,
Speaker 1: while still focused on sucking the black cock. I was
Speaker 1: breathing through my mouth, and I could feel my eyes
Speaker 1: expand in their sockets. The longer I watched. I wanted
Speaker 1: to pretend that wasn't Ronnie doing what I knew he
Speaker 1: was doing, but as the camera gazed at him from
Speaker 1: all angles, there was no denying what my eyes beheld.
Speaker 1: Do you like what you see? David? Sally's voice cut
Speaker 1: through my reverie, and I blinked before turning to her
Speaker 1: Stunned by her question, what chuckled? I asked, if you
Speaker 1: like what you're seeing because it looks like your little
Speaker 1: man does. She gestured at my crotch, and I felt
Speaker 1: my cheeks burn with embarrassment when I realized I was
Speaker 1: sporting an erection inside my jeans. Sally grabbed my crotch
Speaker 1: and I grunted, more from fear than embarrassment. Tell me, David,
Speaker 1: are you still a virgin? Emmy? I don't. I don't
Speaker 1: think I could. Sh It's okay, she said. Ronnie's still
Speaker 1: a virgin too, but I'll soon be popping his cherry.
Speaker 1: I've got something that can help you, though. Sally dropped
Speaker 1: to her knees and began fumbling with my belt, then
Speaker 1: the top buttons of my jeans. I was too weak
Speaker 1: to stop her, even as she reached inside my briefs
Speaker 1: and extracted my heart on from its hiding place. I
Speaker 1: felt like I was having an out of body experience,
Speaker 1: and I was too numb to do anything. As I
Speaker 1: watched my friend's mom stroke pre come out of my penis,
Speaker 1: she gave it a smooching kiss, which made goosebumps explode
Speaker 1: on my backside and made me gasp before she then
Speaker 1: began to suck me. I threw my head back and
Speaker 1: stared wide eyed at the ceiling. I felt like I
Speaker 1: had died and gone to heaven. This was what heaven
Speaker 1: must feel like, I thought. I shut my eyes and
Speaker 1: pretended this was nothing but a dream. Yet there came
Speaker 1: the sucking noise and Sally's hand stroking my cock into
Speaker 1: her smacking mouth. That was all it took to let
Speaker 1: me know this was no fucking dream. I opened my
Speaker 1: eyes but didn't stop breathing through my mouth. I stared
Speaker 1: at what Salie was doing, and then my eyes returned
Speaker 1: to what was happening on the TV screen. The masked
Speaker 1: black man was now fucking Sally on the bed. Ronnie
Speaker 1: was wielding the camera, aiming it at his mom's face
Speaker 1: while she took repeated pounding from the man. A hot
Speaker 1: sensation was building fa from the depths of my balls.
Speaker 1: Sallie was deep throating me with fantastic skill. It felt
Speaker 1: like she had been sucking me for a long time.
Speaker 1: I tensed and groaned from the herding, burning sensation happening
Speaker 1: in my groin. It came as immense relief when I
Speaker 1: suddenly ejaculated into my friend's mom's mouth. Sallie swallowed my
Speaker 1: load with ease. I was busy gasping, feeling my pulse
Speaker 1: gradually returned to normalcy while she thoroughly cleaned my penis.
Speaker 1: There came a sudden noise, and I turned my head
Speaker 1: and saw Rannie by the stairs, watching us. His face
Speaker 1: was expressionless. I had no idea how long he had
Speaker 1: been there, Hi, ron said Sallie, wiping come from her chin.
Speaker 1: She rose to her feet and I struggled to rearrange
Speaker 1: my clothes. I'd never been as embarrassed as I was
Speaker 1: at that moment. I suddenly wished for the ground to
Speaker 1: open and swallow me. Did you get the stuff I
Speaker 1: asked you to, asked Sally, I did. Ronnie said, it's
Speaker 1: all in the kitchen. Come on, David, Salie tap my arm.
Speaker 1: Let's go upstairs and eat lunch. At that moment, I
Speaker 1: would have preferred to eat nails. Thank you for enjoying
Speaker 1: this erotic tale, which is going to be part of
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