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How Close We Are 1How Close We Are 1by Steveswitch©I always say to people that Stevie and I were like Julia, single black mom and son. Unlike Julia I was only in my late teens when I gave birth, a senior in High School with a reputation of being as easy as First Grade Math. The guy I think was his Dad barely hung around to graduate and we’ve seen him only two or three times since; and on each of these times he was trying to touch me up for a loan. Having a k** so young matured me, at least a little, I got an apartment and a job, quit the pot and while I’m not teetotal the number of times I’ve been drunk since Stevie was born barely reaches double figures.That’s not to say I was always Mom of the year; but I wasn’t one of those Ghetto Project Teen Mothers you see on TV who seem only to care for partying and slurping their faces off with good looking guys. I certainly wasn’t chaste, and over the years I had plenty of cock, not just in my pussy, but my mouth and ass as well; but if it came to a choice between Stevie and getting laid – well, I had a dildo to remove any frustration.So eighteen years after he was born I had a small, but nice house, a job as deputy bar manager and a great relationship with my son. I always felt that the key to having a good Mom and son dynamic was communication and that meant I would talk to Stevie about anything and I mean anything; not just my job or our finances but sex as well. It was a joke between us that when I paid off the babysitter and went to kiss him good night I’d score my date; one or two star I wasn’t ever seeing again, three stars meant I’d blown them, four stars they’d fucked my pussy and five stars my ass.It became a running joke as I came in from work, especially as my son moved past the need for babysitters and he’d call out ‘Met any five stars tonight Mom?’ and I’d reply ‘No, but I met a three star in the toilet’ and we’d laugh ourselves hollow. Outside the house he quickly developed a reputation as a shy and sensitive k**, good at his studies, poor at sport. He settled well at school though, there were a few issues as there were with any boy, but nothing serious and if he wasn’t going to be voted Class President he wasn’t unpopular, having a number of friends and a greater number of acquaintances. I think I noticed early that a number of them were pretty girls, drawn to him because of both his sensitivity and because he was so obviously uninterested in them sexually. I knew before he did that he was gay and encouraged him to come out.I wasn’t sure how it would go and for the first few weeks after he had announced to his school he was gay I waited in baited every night for him to come home and tell me how he’d been punk. He never was; even the masculine jocks seemed to accept it – school, or at least its pupils, had become more liberal since my day. It was a few months after he came out that he started dating; mainly guys as sensitive and bright as himself. Our conversations about my sex life expanded to include his and I smiled proudly as he told me everything; his first kiss, a make-out in the back of his car, mutual masturbation and oral, plenty of oral. But the trouble was that his dates were too much like him, willing to go down on a guy and suck some cock, but not masculine enough to spread their partner’s ass cheeks and spear their hole. So at a few months past eighteen and in his senior year Stevie was still a virgin.And then he met James…It was about eleven thirty at night as I parked my car after another shift at the bar. Stevie’s cheap second hand model that I’d bought him for his eighteenth was already in the drive. I thought this might be bad news, as I knew he was out on a date tonight, a black teacher from the school across town who one of his female friends had introduced him to. That he was back this early suggested the date had not got well. I opened the door prepared to offer tea and sympathy to my darling son.He was on the couch and he wasn’t alone. Beside him was an older black guy who I assumed was his date. It certainly didn’t look like they weren’t getting along as their mouths were clamped together as they played tongue tennis, their hands moving over each other like they were an out of control octopus. I gave a cough as I entered and the young man sprung from Stevie as if my son had turned electric. Stevie wasn’t put out at me walking in when he was making out, and there was no reason he should be, we’d both walked in on each other plenty of times before and in more intimate situations as well. He smiled in greeting, “Hi Mom, this is my date James.”I looked at interest at James who far from my son’s usual dates and much older. Normally as I said Stevie went for smiley faced and sensitive guys with short hair and thin slender bodies visible under smart pants and neatly ironed shirts. James was a muscular black six footer with a bald head, his biceps visible beneath the short sleeves of his T-shirt, his chest hair was thick beads of hair, pecs pushing at the tight material and beneath his jeans was a bulge. James gaziemir escort must have been in his mid 40’s. He looked the type of guy Moms warned their daughters about and secretly lusted after themselves. And certainly the first part was true, as I imagined James’s huge cock erect and sticking out at right angles. But I wasn’t the sort of Mom who wanted to put any crimps on my son’s love life, so I smiled, “Hello. I’m Stevie’s Mom.”From the look of lust James gave me I could tell that he was a player. Not that I minded, or blamed him, I was wearing a low cut blouse and at thirty-six I still had a sexy figure and an ample bosom. He gave a low, dirty smile, “Hi Stevie’s Mom,” and put out his hand for me to shake.I felt a frisson as I shook it, “Call me Jean, please…”He grinned and Stevie snuggled closer to him as I asked, “How was your night?”James grinned and I saw him put his hand on my son’s knee and squeeze it as Stevie answered, “It went really well.” He turned to Try and smiled, “Really, really well.””You look like you’ve hit it off,” I replied.”Yeah, we have,” Stevie looked at me, “I was wondering if James could stay the night… it’s late to get home.” It wasn’t that late, but I certainly wasn’t going to tell my son or his new boyfriend that; if Stevie wanted James to stay with him, so did I. I smiled, “Of course.””Thanks Mom,” Stevie stood up, “We’re just going to go upstairs to bed.”I wondered if Stevie had been waiting for me to come in to tell me; I wouldn’t have minded anyway and he knew that, but it was considerate that he wanted me to know he had company. I smiled and gave him a smile, “Have a good night. I think it’s a starry.” “It’s a bit overcast,” replied James who couldn’t understand why Stevie tittered. He looked questioningly at my son who took his hand and said, “I’ll explain later.”I made myself some late supper and watched some TV, before going upstairs. The light was on in Stevie’s room and I could hear some muffled groans and slurping sound from the room, like someone was giving a blow job and someone else was enjoying it. I smiled as I showered and dried myself before heading to my bed. I shut off the light and for the first time realized how thin the wall was between myself and Stevie’s room.The first sounds were the squeaking of a bed and the knock of it against the wall in a rhythmic tattoo, like someone banging a drum. And then I heard Stevie, “Oh my God James, oh my fucking God. Oh yeah, I want your black cock it in my ass James, stick it in my ass. That’s so good, I’m loving that fucking huge black cock in my butt, stick it me, fuck me good.” My hand automatically reached down for my dark coarse hair pussy stroking the warm hole until it was slick as my son squealed more. “Fuck me so good, Daddy. Fuck my asshole open. Oh shit Daddy, you’re tearing me… oh fuck me Daddy, stretch me open. Oh God, James, make me your bitch”.There was something really hot about listening to my sweet eighteen year old loving son give his anal/pussy to some old black dude, a guy much older than he and I. I continued to stroke at myself listening to the bang of the bed board and cries of my son. “Oh shit James, your cock is so big it’s killing me. No, don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck me harder with your huge nigga cock. Fuck my tight brown pooper with your huge fucking cock. Rip open my asshole James, fuck me, oh my God fuck me, Daddy, and make me your bitch.”The banging got faster and more violent and Stevie’s wails of pleasure got louder and more high-pitched. “Aaahhh, aaaaah, aahhhh, fuuuckkkk, aaaahhh, fuuuucckkk!” Then the banging went silent and the screams ceased. I was still smiling and touching my pussy as I went to sleep.*Stevie was sitting at a kitchen table in his PJs when I zoomed in, still in nightdress and robe myself. I grinned at him, “Has James gone? Tell me everything,” I said and poured myself a glass of orange juice before refilling his.”Yes, he had to go home and get changed before basketball practice,” my son said. Then he grinned wider, “I’m officially not a virgin anymore.””Go on,” I giggled.He smiled, remembering the night. “When we went upstairs to my room I knew he was going to fuck me and I was so ready for it. We started slowly, continuing where we left off downstairs, a heavy make-out session. He’s such a good kisser Mom, so controlling and strong, as he held me close at times I could have just cum there and then. But as we made out I started to feel his cock under his jeans and as stiffened I helped it out and moved my mouth from his lips to it…””Was it big?” I asked excitedly, I thought it would be, James looked the type to have a giant cock.My son smiled and held out his hands a long way apart, “Massive Mom, like a log, I’ve never seen one so big.””Lucky you,” I giggled, “Go on tell me more.””As I was saying it was massive that my mouth could hardly take it, I was getting jaw strain sucking it, but James was really getting off on it, moaning and groaning and keeping his hands on my head, helping me gaziemir escort bayan down. But just when I thought that he was gonna keep me there until he came he let me go. And then he told me that he had another hole of mine, he wanted to fuck.”I’m not going to lie Mom as we stripped naked I was both really scared and totally excited. It was going to be my first time and with a cock so big that I knew I was going to be stretched and sore. I was quivering with nerves as James lay me on my bed, ass up. I thought he might work me with his finger first or slowly go in, but he said the best way was like jumping in a cold pool and go in all at once, especially as his cock was still wet my saliva.”So that’s what he did. He positioned himself behind me and took me hard. It hurt, but he was right, I quickly got used to it and if my ass felt like it was being stretched it was like it was being stretched in a good way. He started pounding me hard, I might have been a bit loud, I didn’t keep you awake did I?”I smiled and shook my head, “It doesn’t matter Stevie, I’m sure my screwing guys has kept you up as well. Anyway carry on with your story.”He grinned and took a sip of the juice, “I don’t how long he fucked me for, but every second was heaven, I’ve always enjoyed cumming when my cock was sucked or from a hand job, but they were nothing compared to what it felt having James bang me. Every sense was heightened and I was in perpetual state of ecstasy. But after a while he told me he was ready to cum and then he shot in my ass…” I was getting so horny hearing That’s the great thing about having a son, I didn’t need to worry about pregnancy. I said, “That sounds so hot. I can just imagine you lying that hunky stud’s cum dripping from your shithole.””You don’t need to imagine Mom,” he opened his cell and flicked along to the photos, “James took a souvenir shot on my phone. He said every guy should have one of the aftermath of his anal cherry being popped.” He passed me the phone and I gasped. The shot was a selfie by James, Stevie lying on his back, his asshole still gaping and cum trickling out, as James leant over him, his large black cock half-flaccid and glistening soaking from where his spunk had covered it – he looked a total mature stud. I said, “Wow, you’re so lucky, that James looks like a complete hunk… I’m so jealous.”Stevie gave a wicked grin, “He thought you were hot as well.”I laughed, “So he’s not blind then.””We were talking after it about we’d banged, about how close you and I are, best friends as well as Mom and son and he said you were hot and that he’d like to screw you.”I looked down at the photo on the phone, seeing the wide open asshole of my son and the huge cock that had opened it and my pussy felt horny at the thought of James in me, pounding at my pussy and then turning me over and taking me in the butt. “I’d like to fuck him as well, but you got him first… as I said I am so jealous.”My son grinned, “As I said we were talking about how close we are and I had a suggestion for James, which he was up for…””What is it?” I was intrigued.”He joins us for a threesome and fucks us both.”I didn’t need to think before nodding enthusiastically, “Yes, count me in.”*We didn’t waste any time in arranging for James to come back; I had the evening off the next day. Stevie and James agreed that after Stevie finished class he’d drive across town to James’s and pick up the sexy hunk from his place and bring him back to our house for our threesome. The next afternoon seemed to drag by, I must have looked at the kitchen clock a thousand times, as the minute hand slowly ticked over and his larger counterpart moved even slower. And once the school day was over and I knew that Stevie was picking up James time seemed to hardly move at all and my eyes scarcely left the clock. Stevie rang me when he’d got James in the car, but luckily the traffic was light and it was a little bit earlier than I expected (but later than I hoped) when I heard the front door open and Stevie call out, “We’re here.””I’m in my bedroom,” I called back, “Come join me.”As they came upstairs I quickly shoved the magazine I was reading in a draw and got into a sexy pose on the bed. I was only wearing a tiny nightdress that didn’t quiet cover all my hairy slit and I pulled my legs up under me so that I was half-sitting, half-reclining with my butt in display, but my unshaven haven hidden between my thighs. The door opened and the boys came in; Stevie knew what I’d be wearing, we’d spoken about it over breakfast so he wasn’t surprised, though I think he was impressed. But whilst James knew we’d all be fucking I don’t think he’d been expecting me to be so ready and so hot looking. He grinned and I could see a rumble under his pants, “Fuck Jean, you’re looking fine woman.””I’m feeling it,” I giggled and stretched out a leg so that he could get a glimpse of my hairy pussy.”Shit Stevie, your Mom is one fuckable babe” grinned James, he slid his hand down to squeeze the tight buns of my escort gaziemir son and Stevie giggled excitedly. I moved my leg a little more, exposing more of my sexy slit and James’s large cock bulged at his jeans, “I’m going to enjoy this?””We all are,” I said, sliding off the bed and walking towards him sexily, “Now let me and Stevie get you undressed. You don’t want to get these clothes all sweaty; they’ll just get in the way.””Sure,” grinned the black bull. I stood beside him and started to kiss him, my mouth pressing at his as my hands undid the buckle of his belt. Stevie was beside me, his hands next to mine, undoing the jeans’ buttons and pulling the zip down. After a few seconds James’s mouth disengaged from mine and went to my son’s. I didn’t feel any jealousy as they kissed passionately and hungrily, more like gratitude that Stevie and I were so close he was including me in their fucking. I dropped to my knees and removed James’s pumps and socks, tossing them across the room, before my hands and head went back up to the top of his jeans. I pulled them down his muscular thighs and calves, my eyes dropping with them, mentally devouring his thick, strong legs. He stepped out of the jeans, still kissing Stevie and my eyes went back to James’s pelvis.His cock was sticking out of his boxers and Stevie hadn’t been lying about its size. It was near nine inches and almost as thick as my wrist, rock hard and circumcised so that the head was exposed, shiny and gleaming in the light of my bedroom. I pulled down his boxers, giving me a look of his huge balls swinging below, the salt/pepper pubic hair made his cock seemed even larger. Then as he continued to kiss my son I started to lick his huge dick, running my tongue up and down it, covering it with my saliva. It was huge and it took a lot of tongue to cover it all, sliding round from the top down the shaft to lick and lap at the balls. And then when I’d licked every inch of the hard ebony shaft I opened my mouth and started to suck it.There was no way I could have taken it all in, even if my jaw is used to opening wide; the schlong was too thick and too long. But I could still take the top in, sucking and slurping at it, trying to wiggle my tongue round it and push it at my cheek to take more. “Yeah, Jean, suck it good,” grunted James as my son stepped away. I couldn’t see what Stevie was doing as I concentrated on mouthing up and down on James’s huge member. But it didn’t come as a surprise when my son kneeled before me as naked as the day he was born. I pulled my mouth away, licking my lips and giggling, I gently turned James so that his cock was pointing at my son and said to Stevie, “Your turn now sweetie.””Yes Mom,” said my son.I watched with excitement as he opened his mouth and started to suck it. He wasn’t as experienced as me, so he wasn’t taking it as deep, just getting the first two or three inches in and then drawing back. But as I don’t want to suggest it was a cock-sucking competition between mother and son so I’ll say James’s feverish groans were every bit as loud and passionate as when I’d been sucking him, “That’s it sexy, suck my big black cock, swallow my cock, leave it nice and wet. Oh, Stevie, that’s so good.”Then I began to lick at the base of the cock, my tongue sliding round his large, hairy black balls and down at the base. My face was close to Stevie’s and I could see in his eyes how much fun he was having, even if the cock was suffocating and making his eyes water. I was having fun as well; this wasn’t the first time I’d done a threesome – several times I had shared a guy with girlfriends, but it was a new and exciting experience to do it with my son. It didn’t take long for us both to make James gasp with pleasure, his cock quivering with excitement and slick with our spit. But we didn’t want him to cum yet, it would have been a waste. So I stood up, tapping Stevie on the shoulder so that he would follow my lead. He did, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and standing next to me as I took one of James’s hands. Stevie took the other and we walked backwards to the bed, bringing James with us. I stopped as the back of my legs hit it and pulled off my nightdress. The black hunk grinned, looking up and down my petite brown body with my slightly sagging tits and lovely hairy pussy, before switching to Stevie, slender and slightly hairy with his seven-inch cock, small beside his boyfriend’s, but hard and erect. I let go of James’s hand got onto the bed, spreading my legs open and prying apart my pussy dark lips, “You get to fuck me first, make me cum.”Stevie was still holding his lover’s hand as he pulled him onto the bed, smiling as he said, “But leave plenty for me James, I want to be fucked good as well.””Don’t worry, I’ll give it you both hard,” James grinned.Stevie took hold off his lover’s cock and led it to me, guiding it into my wet pussy. I groaned as it entered, the thick dick prying apart my lips. My son’s hands moved from his boyfriend to my pussy, pulling apart the flaps to help James enter. I groaned and did my part as well, pushing my ass up and lifting my wet pussy so it slid up the cock. James moved up and down, his hard muscular arms positioned next to me, his palms pressing down on the bed as he lifted himself. “Ooohhh,” I moaned, “Stick it in me James, stick that cock deep.”

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