Jim felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He glanced around the classroom to see if anyone noticed. It was senior class calculus so everyone was fixated on the teacher’s lesson. He subtly lifted the phone from the front pocket of his jeans while leaning down to mime writing notes, like several of the other students. He nearly yelped in surprise when, instead of a text from one of his friends, he saw a close up of a black woman’s pussy. Jim almost dropped the phone when it vibrated again in his hand. This time a couple students looked back but he had pretended it was him adjusting his desk.
When he glanced back at the phone, the second message had been from Ms. Jones, his girlfriend’s mother. Thinking about your big white dick has me all wet. Send me a pic of that fat cock. He knew not to keep her waiting so Jim raised his hand and asked to be excused to use the bathroom. He quickly grabbed his bookbag and was fortunate that there weren’t any other students in the lavatory. He stumbled into one of the stalls just as another text came in. It was a second message demanding to see Jim’s ten inch monster right now. Yes Mistress, he texted in reply and quickly unzipped his fly. The sight of the milf’s juicy pussy had already started tenting the front of Jim’s jeans. It wasn’t long after stroking himself to the image that he snapped a pic with his phone.
Mmm, yeah that’s what I want, the reply came shortly after, followed by Ms. Jones texting him to ditch his class and come over. She had a couple hours to kill before her night shift at the hospital and wanted to spar with the teen some more. Jim knew he had no choice and replied he would be over as soon as he could. He knew he’d probably get a demerit for missing calculus but fortunately the private school permitted seniors with a high gpa like his to come and go without permission. He got in his used car, a gift for his eighteenth birthday a few weeks ago, and pulled out of the lot before turning onto the highway. Kayla, his girlfriend, went to the same school and would question Jim’s absence during her volleyball practice that he usually showed up for during his free period. Of course Kayla knew about her mother’s policy since she had been there for their first match.
Jim reflected on the nature of the challenge after Ms. Jones, his girlfriend’s curvy mother, had issued the ultimatum. “You can date my daughter,” the milf had said, while she stood in a flimsy white tank top with her 40E’s ballooning the front, “but you’re not allowed to fuck her until you can beat me in a sexfight.” Jim had been dumbstruck at the frank nature of the forty year old woman. She explained it was a rule Kayla knew about, that any boy she was serious about had to beat her mama in a sex wrestling match first before she could do anything beyond hand stuff. Jim had been attracted to Kayla and at first it was young lust but her sweet nature had endeared him to possibly become love.
“It’s real simple,” Ms. Jones explained, after Jim asked what a sexfight was. “We wrestle in our underwear, right here on the living room floor. No body slams or anything crazy, just trying to pin the other person for a five count or make them submit.” She paused to grin; Jim hadn’t fully taken in the 5’08“ dark skinned woman’s frame. She wasn’t muscular but seemed what his friends would call slim-thick, a flat stomach with slender arms not to mention an ample chest and ass, much like her daughter.
“After each round, the one who lost removes a piece of clothing,” Ms. Jones had continued, after she hooked a thumb at the bottom of her tank top and lifted it slightly to flash Jim her white bra. “Whoever loses two rounds is the big loser, which means you not only don’t get to fuck my daughter but you belong to me.” The milf laughed when Jim’s eyes bugged out at this stipulation.
“Y’all can still date, hold hands and shit,” Ms. Jones had said, “but you’re my boytoy as long as you two are still together.” Jim had begrudgingly accepted while Kayla asked if he was sure. He certainly wasn’t the first would-be suitor who became her mother’s on-call sextoy but he wasn’t going to back down since he truly cared about his girlfriend and wanted to take things to the next level.
In the car, Jim flicked on his indicator and took the exit headed to Kayla’s house as he thought about his first match with Ms. Jones. It had been about a half hour later, after Jim wanted to stretch and warm up first, all while Kayla attempted to dissuade her boyfriend. It was more about his pride than anything else, at 5’07” and 155 pounds he was certainly at a disadvantage against the curvy milf, but he couldn’t just walk away and live with that regret.
By the time the two teens came back from Kayla’s bedroom, where Jim had stripped down to his grey boxer briefs, they were greeted with the sight of Ms. Jones standing in the middle of the living room in her white bra and bikini panties. To Jim, her tits looked as big as boulders, with her bra the size of a sail on a pirate ship to hold them back.
“Enjoying the view, you little punk,” the ebony milf asked, “because you’re going to get a closeup real quick.” Jim tried to look tough as he marched out into the open living room. Ms. Jones had pushed her easy chair into the corner, and the sofa, where Kayla had chosen to sit for the duration of the fight, was already against the wall which left the eight feet of burgundy carpet as their arena.
Jim felt his gut clench as he turned down the street toward Kayla’s house while he recalled how the first round seemed to go in his favor. The duo started out with their dukes up, the milf laughed at first before copying the teen. “Alright white boy,” Ms. Jones chucked, “you want to box, I’m game. Show me what you g—,” her words were cut off by Jim’s quick jab to the milf’s face.
His initial speed had caught her off guard and she was stunned from his audacity more than the blow. Ms. Jones began throwing wild punches until Jim sent a fist to the black woman’s stomach. She raised her guard, rather than dropping it, so the teen sent an uppercut into Ms. Jones’ left breast. The blow staggered her back and rather than continue his advantage, Jim tripped the milf before he tried to pin her down. Kayla had been cheering her boyfriend on but hadn’t been fast enough to warn Jim not to get trapped between the older woman’s legs.
“Got you now, white boy,” Ms. Jones grunted as she squeezed the teen in her body scissors after Jim foolishly tried to pin the milf in what was effectively the missionary position. He gasped at the initial shock of her strength while Jim tried to separate his opponent’s legs. He had been on all fours over Ms. Jones when she wrapped her arms around the teen’s neck and pulled Jim’s face into her ample cleavage. It looked like he was trapped until Jim reached under the milf’s ass to give Kayla’s mom a wedgie.
“Ugh, dirty fucker,” Ms. Jones grunted but continued to squeeze the teen until Jim lifted the the black woman’s body up off the carpet by the wedgie. “Argh…fuck! Enough I submit,“ the ebony milf shouted as she released the scissors. Jim flopped onto his back, his face was covered with sweat from Ms. Jones’s chest as he panted.
“You got lucky white boy,” the black woman said begrudgingly as she got to her feet while pulling her panties out of her ass. When she was done, Ms. Jones reached behind to unclasp her bra. “If you can actually beat me again, you can keep it for a trophy,” she said, after revealing her big black titties.
Jim had gone to rest on the couch by his girlfriend. He had been trying to catch his breath when the sight of his opponent’s bare breasts made him freeze like a deer in the headlights. “I told you you’d get a closeup,” the milf chuckled. Ms. Jones too was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she paused to take a sip from a cup she had sitting on a small coffee table near her easy chair; unfazed by her toplessness but fully aware of the effect it had on the Jim.
He pulled up to Kayla’s house, already knowing to park in the back as Ms. Jones waited for the teen in the kitchen, wearing a flimsy white terry cloth robe with the belt undone so the front was completely open. When Jim entered through the back door, he was greeted with the sight of the nude black woman. She looked pleased to see him and asked Jim if he was here to deliver a package.
Ms. Jones pulled him close, pushing Jim’s face down to suck her black titty, which he did unbidden, while the milf purred with pleasure until she reached down to grope the front of his jeans. “I love when my little delivery boy brings me breakfast,” the milf said in a sexy voice as she pulled off Jim’s shirt. The busty black woman kissed her way down the teen’s toned chest and abs before squatting in front of his crotch.
“Damn…,” Ms. Jones said in awe as she cupped the bulge in front of her, “I still can’t believe a shrimp like you is packin’ a dick like this.” The milf unzipped his fly before she popped the button on his jeans. Jim couldn’t fight the shame at having a nearly constant erection, especially after the older woman’s teasing. He felt guilty, like he was betraying Kayla, despite his girlfriend knowing full well how often her mother used Jim. She nuzzled the outline of his junk, barely constrained by his boxer briefs, before she slowly edged down the waistband of his underwear. Ms. Jones stared in awe at the thick sausage that flopped out, almost smacking her in the face, before she reached out to grip Jim’s organ. She could barely fit it in one hand while she slowly stroked his member.
“Mmm, you white boys taste sweet,” Ms. Jones said while she licked the precum that oozed out of the tip after she stroked the teen’s stiff prick. Jim gasped in shock as the milf took the head into her mouth. She sucked on it while lapping up the pre-ejaculate that leaked out. Ms. Jones opened her jaw wide to take more of his cock down her throat.
When Jim’s jeans fell down around his ankles, he felt the black woman’s hands reach around to grasp his ass cheeks. He held onto the nearby kitchen counter for balance when he felt Ms. Jones pushing his hips forward. By now, Jim understood her silent instructions and began thrusting his fat cock in and out of the ebony milf’s mouth. He felt Ms. Jones moaning around his dick as her fingers dug into his buttcheeks; encouraging him to pump harder by speeding up the tempo.
“Can’t wait to milk that dick,” the black woman had said after the pair began to circle for the second round. Kayla was cheering and shouting encouragement for Jim when the duo locked up. This time it was Ms. Jones who had the advantage, using a handful of the teen’s scruffy dark brown hair to pull Jim into a side headlock.
“Thought you’d might like another close up,” the milf grunted as she ground her opponent’s mouth and nose against her full, unobstructed left breast. Jim struggled in the headlock, he first attempted to push his head free while he placed his hands on the milf’s hips. Ms. Jones kept spinning around, which kept the teen off balance, as she mocked Jim for letting another woman dominate him in front of his girlfriend.
“C’mon,“ the busty black woman said, “are you going to let Kayla watch you get treated like a little bitch?” Jim grunted in frustration and grabbed the back of his opponent’s thong. He thought, it worked once, why not again, and yanked up hard.
“Ahh! You motherfucker,” Ms. Jones swore before she lost her footing. The pair tumbled to the carpet and the milf released the headlock before she grabbed a handful of Jim’s scruffy hair and pulled him between her toned thighs. Jim flopped around like a fish out of water as he tried to get free of the black woman’s headscissors.
In the present, Jim felt Ms. Jones’s finger slide up his asshole and was brought off his daydream while she encouraged the teen to hurry and shoot his load down her throat. She popped her head up, gasping for air like a diver finally breaking the surface. Drool ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts as the milf jacked his fat dick.
“Where have you been hiding this,” Ms. Jones had said during their match. The dark skinned woman saw Jim trying to thrust his hips up to buck free of the headscissors and, due to their struggle, the waistband of his briefs had slid down. The sight of the bulbous knob poking out looked like the head of an anaconda as the ebony milf couldn’t help but reach out to touch it.
“How are you able to keep that monster in there,” Ms. Jones asked in the present when she removed her hand from his ass to grasp his schlong. Jim groaned when the milf stroked his thick prick; she paused to catch her breath and said she wanted to deepthroat all of it, talking to his cock while not looking up at Jim, as if it was a personal goal.
During their match, Jim had managed to slide out of the milf’s headscissors while Ms. Jones was distracted by the sight of his cock flopping out, after the black woman pulled down the waistband to his boxer briefs. Jim tried to roll away but the milf used her grip on the teen’s drawers to ensnare him. Ms. Jones tripped Jim with his underwear after yanking them down around his shins. He fell to the carpet on his knees before Jim sat up and tried to kick them off the rest of the way, but already felt the black woman’s strong legs wrap around his stomach to crush him.
“Where were you taking my new toy, white boy,” Ms. Jones cooed as Jim felt like his organs were being squeezed in a vice. He winced as the ebony milf crossed her ankles to add more pressure to the body scissors before she reached over to wrap her fist around Jim’s thick shaft.
“I want it all, white boy,” Ms. Jones said in the present after she used two hands to stroke his meat. She looked up at him and ordered Jim not to hold back.
“Mama wants all of that vanilla shake,” the milf had said during their match, while she crushed Jim’s ribs between her thighs. Kayla had been cheering her boyfriend on, encouraging Jim to fight back against her mother’s handjob. She slowly stroked Jim’s sausage and asked what would give first, his dick or his scrawny body.
“It counts as a submission if I make you cum, honey,” Ms. Jones chuckled. She flipped to an upside grip on the teen’s cock, pumping her hand from the tip to the base.
“Mmm, can’t wait to swallow that load,” the milf said in the present before she opened her mouth wide. She uttered a moan of pleasure as Jim held onto the counter above Ms. Jones’s head while he slowly pumped his rod past her lips, which were stretched to the breaking point around his maglite-sized organ.
Back during their match, Jim had been able to slip an arm between the milf’s knee to slide free of her body scissors, while Ms. Jones was focused on teasing the teen’s enormous prick. Before he could roll away to escape her incredible handjob, the black woman grabbed a handful of Jim’s hair and pivoted her hips around to wrap her thighs around his head again, this time in a figure four.
“You ain’t goin’ anywhere with this, white boy,” the ebony milf said. Jim grunted but had his face pulled against Ms. Jones’s ass as she flexed her legs tighter. Jim attempted to break her scissors the same way as before until he felt the black woman’s tongue on the tip of his dick.
In the present, Ms. Jones cheeks puffed as she sucked on the fat head when Jim retracted his pole. Rivulets of drool cascaded down the black woman’s chin, dribbling onto her breasts, when her hands once again left Jim’s shaft to grasp his ass cheeks. He sped up his thrusts, gasping as her tongue seemed to encircle the organ; similar to how she controlled him during their match.
Jim had his face pressed against Ms. Jones’s panties from the strength of her scissors while he had already found it difficult to breathe while the black woman’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. It was like the tastiest ice cream cone she ever had, as the milf moaned while she tried to fit the bulbous helmet past her full lips. Ms. Jones inhaled deeply through her nose as Jim moaned into the milf’s crotch.
He had been aware back then of Kayla telling him to hold on. “Don’t let her do that to you,” she had shouted from across the living room while the teen watched her mother sixty-nining her boyfriend. Those words still echoed in Jim’s head now as he tried to concentrate and hold back his orgasm. But just like back then, like trying to keep your grip on the edge of a cliff, there comes a point where you can’t stop yourself from slipping.
“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” Jim had cried out during their match. Ms. Jones had heard him but felt the white boy’s lips tracing the words along her labia. It sent an electric tingle up her spine as she sped up her cock sucking. Ms. Jones had been unable to even take half of Jim’s girth down her throat when she felt the teen’s organ spasm in her mouth.
In the present, she kneaded his ass cheeks, eager to taste his load. He still felt the shame with his girlfriend’s words in his head, urging him not to give in. But even now, he let go of the counter and grabbed two handfuls of the ebony milf’s hair as he thrust his veiny cock in and out of her mouth.
He had tensed up, his body stiffening during their match, while Ms. Jones lips were wrapped around the head of his dick as she milked his load out with her fist. Even today, Jim couldn’t help himself; he held the milf’s head steady as he buried his organ down her throat while his cock exploded; nearly drowning the black woman with his semen.
“Mmm, not bad, white boy,” the black woman had told Jim during their match. “I felt you trying to tap out on my ass but I knew you couldn’t hold back anymore.” She had sat up on Jim’s chest, wiping the strands of his semen off with her fingers. The black woman had stripped off Jim’s briefs, which were stained with his pre-cum from earlier, while the teen laid on his back; trying to catch his breath.
“Oh yes,” Ms. Jones said in the present after catching her breath once Jim extracted his still stiff meat. She stood up and pulled his mouth to hers, snowballing Jim’s load so he could taste his own salty seed. The head rush made him pliable as the teen’s tongue danced along with the older woman’s. Jim’s hands instinctively came up to fondle her breasts while Ms. Jones’s hand continued to stroke the teen’s nearly permanent erection.
“I love the smell of horny young men,” the ebony milf had said during their match, after she had stripped off Jim’s boxer briefs and brought them to her nose to take a big inhale of his scent.
Jim recalled being lightheaded after his orgasm and stumbled back to the couch to catch his breath. Kayla tried to act as Jim’s corner man, offering him a towel to clean off the sweat and some bottled water. His gaze had still been locked onto Ms. Jones’s incredible tits, just like in the present.
While they made out, she placed both of his hands onto her breasts. Jim felt her palm on the back of his hands, encouraging him to knead her full melons, before she reached back down and started tugging his stiff cock. This took him back to the interim between rounds.
Ms. Jones had been enjoying the bouquet of Jim’s underwear when she began idly rubbing her own crotch over her panties before she told Kayla to use her hands to get her boyfriend ready for the next round. Jim didn’t understand at first until he felt his busty black girlfriend grab his softening cock.
“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to look away from Jim’s gaze. “Mama needs you hard again to keep wrestling,” Kayla spoke regretfully as she began giving Jim a slow handjob. She knew her goal wasn’t to finish Jim off but just get him hard. “God…,” Kayla said, her voice trailing off as Jim’s organ stiffened in her grasp. “You’re so fucking thick,” the busty teen gasped in awe. The young man’s gaze wasn’t on his girlfriend, instead his eyes were locked onto Ms. Jones’s big black tits as she fondled her melons to arouse Jim.
Back in the present, he was groping the milf’s heavy orbs the same way when he felt Ms. Jones aiming the tip of his now rigid cock against her furry snatch. “You know what to do white boy,” she whispered huskily before pushing the head past her wet pussy lips.
“Better do a good job or I’ll make you regret it,” the milf had said to her daughter. Kayla had been using two hands on Jim’s dick, the girth was too much for her at first. When she began using a light twist near the tip, he began to moan. “Alright that’s enough, I think he’s ready, ain’tcha white boy?” Jim nodded and rose to his feet with his erection wagging in front of him like a perverse third appendage while he and the black woman circled each other.
In the present, Jim thrust forward and stabbed Ms. Jones with his rod. “Ohh god,” she moaned until soon it was her turn to brace herself against the kitchen counter. “You got thirty minutes, white boy,” the milf said. Ms. Jones winced as her pussy stretched to accommodate Jim’s fat monster. “How about a race, like last time,” she whispered huskily.
“First one to cum, loses,” Ms. Jones had said when the pair were about to start the final round. “If you win, my daughter is all yours, but if I win then that dick belongs to me. On call, twenty four seven, you understand that,” the black milf had told Jim. She had stripped off her own panties to make it fair, so both wrestlers stood nude in the living room.
Jim didn’t hold anything back, as the pair came out with their dukes up. Ms. Jones was slower, the length of the match had taken a toll on the ebony milf and while she was able to block any hits to the face, Jim’s fists connected fully whenever he swung a punch at the black woman’s stomach or tits. She took two blows to the tummy that made the older woman grunt audibly. She swung a hook at Jim’s head but the teen was fast on his feet as he ducked under his opponent’s swing and pancaked her left breast against her chest.
“Oh god,” she moaned in the present as Jim spread the milf’s legs wide, while she sat up on the counter, and drove his cock in and out. The milf leaned forward and panted in his ear, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” Ms. Jones grimaced after Jim had shot another punch at her dark orbs. The pair had staggered about the living room while Kayla watched and cheered on her boyfriend. The two fighters traded blows, with the milf taking the worst of it, mostly to her full breasts which the teen bounced around with a couple of agonizing uppercuts, until Jim sent Ms. Jones to her knees with several hard shots to her stomach.
“You ready to give up,” Jim asked in the present day as he pulled the ebony milf closer to the edge of the counter. She had to grab onto a nearby cabinet to brace herself against the teen’s onslaught of thrusts. “You’re done for,” Jim grunted as he spread the milf’s legs. Ms. Jones sighed with pleasure before she reminded the teen what happened last time. Jim remembered he had turned to look at Kayla on the sofa, after he had sent his opponent to her knees, and it was that momentary distraction that sealed his fate.
“Oomph,” Jim had grunted in surprise when the block woman sprung up from the floor. She drove her shoulder into the teen’s abdomen as Ms. Jones speared the young man. Jim’s feet briefly left the floor as the milf tackled him to the carpet, driving all the air out of him.
“You need to start dating tougher boys,” the nude woman told her daughter as she slid up to mount Jim’s torso while he gasped and wheezed. She hopped up down on his stomach, driving further grunts from the teen’s body, before Ms. Jones had told Jim, “Say good night, white boy.” He was encompassed in darkness after the ebony milf planted her full breasts over his face.
In the present, their fuck fest was heating up as they each talked trash while they thrusted, kissed and ravaged each other. In the past, Jim was waning; he couldn’t grab the milf’s panties to pull her off but he was able to tug on Ms. Jones’s hair enough to lift her chest up to get some air. She doubled down; wrapping both arms around his head, saying he wasn’t going anywhere. When her legs closed around his dick, Jim froze as her sweaty thighs gently squeezed his dick.
“I got you now, white boy,” she groaned in the present as the ebony milf lifted a leg up to place it on Jim’s shoulder. The black woman began thrusting her pussy back against his pounding when she pulled his mouth to her titty. “How much do you love them big titties,” she asked in the past while the milf edged Jim with a thigh job as he tried not to pass out from the smother.
“I can’t wait for Kayla to watch you erupt like old faithful,” she had said, “so she can see how pathetic her man is.” This spurned Jim on enough to wrap his arms around her back. He sucked in his last gasp of air before arching up off the carpet and rolling over. The milf spread her legs to keep her balance, after abandoning the thigh job, but this was what Jim wanted. While on his knees, he lifted the black woman’s back up off the floor then impaled her wet pussy on his stiff cock.
“Ohhh goddd,” she moaned in the present when Jim wrapped his arms around the black woman while she was perched on the counter and lifted the milf’s ass up into the air. He locked his fingers together behind her back while Jim hammered the black woman onto his cock. In the past, Ms. Jones struggled through the pleasure. She was trying not to lose her grip on the smother but Jim was bouncing her black ass on his dick so fast that she lost her grip.
“Got you now,” he said in the present, as the teen’s forehead dripped with sweat while he pumped her up and down on his meat. The milf was barely able to hold on, wildly grasping for leverage on the counter or a nearby cabinet. “You’re not winning this one bitch,” he said in the past, after Ms. Jones lost her grip on the smother. Jim dropped the milf onto the carpet and hammered away at her pussy with his thick tool, after pinning her wrists to the floor. It looked like she was beaten, as her big tits bounced in rhythm with Jim’s rapid thrusts.
“You ain’t got shit, white boy,” Ms. Jones had said in the present, when she locked her legs around his back, pulling him deeper inside her velvet tunnel. That’s when Jim noticed the grin on her face.
“Got you right where I want you,” she said while Jim was on top during their match as Ms. Jones wrapped her toned legs around the teen’s waist. Jim pulled her hips against hers as the black woman thrust up against Jim’s huge cock. “Oh you got it baby, let’s see who can hang on the longest,” she said and not only used her scissors to squeeze the teen, but pumped Jim’s enormous phallus in and out of her juicy pussy.
“No way I’m losing again,” Jim said in the present, as he darted his mouth forward, planting a deep kiss on the black woman. He then began nibbling on her neck and heard her gasp with pleasure.
“Your dick against my pussy, let’s see who can handle it,” she said during their match, as Jim struggled to breathe while being squeezed in her scissors let alone fight back the pleasures of the milf’s pussy milking his dick. “Hang on baby, you can beat her,” Jim heard his girlfriend Kayla say. “Nuh uh, this cock belongs to mama,” the milf cackled. She clamped her coochie down and Jim couldn’t hold back anymore as the black woman’s snatch drained his dick. The milf unlocked her legs and allowed the teen to roll off, gasping from exhaustion and pleasure; Kayla cried softly as Jim mumbled an apology. He was wiped out and made no attempt to move as Ms. Jones chuckled while she crawled over and planted her pussy on Jim’s mouth.
“Get busy cleaning it, loser,” the black woman laughed as she too tried to catch her breath. “Your ass is mine anytime, day or night,” Ms. Jones sighed when she felt Jim’s tongue lapping at her folds, tasting his own seed. She began to grind her clit against the space between his upper lip and nose. The ebony milf grabbed Jim’s hair and pulled his mouth tighter against her snatch. “That’s right, baby, lick it all up; tell me how sweet does momma’s pussy taste.” Her words trailed off as Jim felt her pussy juice gush into his mouth. With his nose pressed against her pelvic area, he could barely breathe and had no choice but to continue slurping on her horny cunt as the black woman shook from two back to back orgasms before she abruptly shoved Jim back. He took big gasps of air, after being nearly waterboarded by the black milf, until she reached back and jacked the teen’s stiff rod.
“Goddamn this thing never goes down,” she cooed and stroked his erection until it throbbed in her fist. The black woman shakily stood up and wobbled over before Ms. Jones squatted down over Jim’s dick. “Better watch honey,” the milf said to her daughter, “the only time you’re allowed to see your boyfriend’s dick is when it’s inside your mama.” Ms. Jones lowered herself onto Jim’s cock, pausing briefly as the girth stretched her wide until the milf dropped, impaling herself on the ten inch rod.
“Ohhhh fuckkkk!” she screamed in the present as Jim broke the kiss to latch his lips onto the black woman’s nipple. He sucked on it hard, swirling the rubbery Hershey kiss with his tongue as Jim pounded the ebony milf hard and deep. She had been squeezing the teen tight, to keep his cock inside her, now she was gripping his hair tighter to hold on.
In the past, she slammed herself up and down on Jim’s thick white meat, saying her daughter really picked a good one. Ms. Jones leaned her head back, moaning, as she repositioned her hips to twerk her black ass on the white boy’s pole. The black woman’s face was squinted tight, as she tried to focus on taking the whole thing without tearing apart her insides.
“Mama likes,” the milf purred after she shook from a series of smaller orgasms. She sat down on her knees and placed Jim’s palms on her tits, pressing the back of his hands to knead her breasts roughly. “Whose dick is it, baby,” she asked him, moaning and writhing with pleasure, “who owns this big white cock from now on?” “You do, oh god,” Jim had moaned as he kneaded those beautiful black tits, pinching the milf’s nipples while Ms. Jones rode herself to several more orgasms.
“You ain’t gonna make me cum,” the milf said in the present before she pulled Jim’s face from her breast and shoved her tongue into his mouth. He hooked his fingers together, moving his left hand then his right, as Jim reached under the black woman’s legs, before the teen turned and powerbombed Ms. Jones onto the kitchen floor. The impact knocked her silly as Jim still had his cock buried up the ebony milf’s furry snatch. The back of her head and shoulders impacted the linoleum with a hollow thud sound as Jim hovered over Ms. Jones. He pistoned his dick in and out, while the black woman was folded up like an accordion. He had his left hand now rubbing her clit while the index finger from his right hand was shoved up her ass. Jim watched her tremble as her breathing increased.
“Whose pussy is this, bitch, who owns it,” he growled and slapped her clit. She would spasm and flinch as he repeated the question. “Oh you motherfucker,” she groaned and finally tensed up before she screamed, “Yes! Yes, it’s your pussy oh…shiiit,” as a huge burst of her pussy juice exploded up from the black woman’s cunt. She went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut, as Jim asked if she would keep her word. He sat down on her chest while her breasts glimmered with sweat. She took a moment to catch her breath before smiling.
“Mmm, yes baby,” she sighed, “you and Kayla are free to date and fuck.” Her words trailed off as she pushed her breasts together around Jim’s slick cock. He reflexively pumped his organ between her soft jugs. “But I still get to use that amazing dick until you can beat me in a real match.”
The milf lifted her head up off the kitchen floor to flick her tongue around the puffy tip of his cock. He sighed with pleasure and allowed himself to enjoy the fruits of victory. He pumped his rod in and out of her mouth, while her orbs were firmly sandwiched on each side, until he pulled back and shot his cum all over Ms. Jones’s face. She lapped it up but he told her, “Leave it there, so Kayla sees it and knows you’ve been beaten.”
The milf licked the tip clean, saying she wanted more when she got off work. Jim just shrugged and told her, “Fine, then you and Kayla both just never wear any panties when you’re home.” He grinned, “I’m sure you’ll love easy access.” She shivered as he dragged himself back and smacked his semi hard dick against her clit before he stood up. Jim cleaned her juices off with a wash rag by the sink before the teen put his uniform back on and headed for the car. He checked the time once the engine started, he might still make it back before his history class.
The End