MOM TRAINING with her boss

Mother's affair with her boss was captured by me.
I thought I'd do something special for my mom for Mother's Day and surprise her at work with lunch at her favorite restaurant, and she prefers to eat alone during that time, so I knew she'd love her son's surprise.
But as I parked in front of her office, I happened to see my mother coming out of the building with the boss. To see them walking together to her car was a sight that would have caught anyone's attention; a middle-aged, small, professionally dressed white woman with a tall black man as they left together. He must have been thirty inches taller than her and at least fifty pounds heavier.
My mother looked particularly well today. Her makeup was very well done, and she was wearing a more elegant outfit than usual, as if today were some kind of special occasion. Physically speaking, she has a fairly fit body for her small body of 170 meters. Her hair was also well combed; she has long wavy brown hair that she splits in half. I always thought my mother was an attractive lady. At the age of 47, I've seen as many heads turn as women half her age, despite the slight wrinkles and signs of aging that were beginning to appear on her face.
Even though he was her boss, I couldn't understand why they would go out together. It seemed very strange. There was no way they were "together" in that sense. Could they be?
Mother is being blackmailed.
I followed them as they got in and out of his car. Horrible thoughts ran through my mind as I drove. Were they just friends? If so, fine, whatever. But was she cheating on my father with him? I couldn't live with that. The idea of my mother having an affair with him was knotting up my stomach.
♪ The motel ♪
I had a good five minutes to think about all this before they pulled up in the garage of a nearby motel, and I immediately felt bad when I parked on the opposite side of the parking lot.
How could she do this to our family? How could she risk everything for sex with this guy that I'm sure doesn't give a damn about her. It was particularly surprising because I always considered my mother a very conservative and family-oriented person. She always kept her body covered, even on hot days. She always greeted people with a warm smile and always taught me to do the right thing. Now here she was in a motel...
They got out of the car and walked up the stairs to a room he'd rented while he pulled the key out of his pocket. It was an interesting sight, regardless of how I felt about the situation; a soccer-playing mother and a tall black man walking discreetly into a motel room in broad daylight. My smart, elegant mother suddenly looked like a thousand-dollar escort to me. However, her face was still very serious while he seemed excited about the whole thing. It was almost as if she didn't want to do it, but she had to do it. I had the urge to jump and stop, but I couldn't do it for any reason. Instead of going, I decided to take a look. When they entered the room and closed the door, I got out of the car and walked up to their room. I didn't even need a plan, anything at all, at least to get close to hear. I had to make sure that she was bringing the proof, that he was already there.
I walked quietly in front of their room, and it seemed that I was lucky; there was a small opening in the curtains where it seemed that I could get a glimpse of whatever it was that they were planning to do. And because it was foggy outside, there would be no light and it would also be harder for them to see me inside.
I leaned down and peeked at them through the opening and saw what would be the beginning of my worst fear come true - I saw him naked from behind. He was completely naked in front of the mirror and doing what seemed to be caressing his penis to make it hard. My mother didn't show up for a moment, that is, until she opened the bathroom door and went out. She was still fully dressed and looked like she was in a very bad mood. A brief sense of relief took over me when I thought she might have changed her mind about the whole thing. Maybe this was the first time they were together and she was thinking twice?
But that didn't seem to be the case when she walked up to the bed and started unbuckling her belt, which made my stomach curl. If that wasn't enough, seeing her boss walking behind her and revealing his penis under my direction, yes. This thing was huge. It looked like he was rubbing a lubricant and that's why he was just stroking it. That thing should easily be about 23 centimeters long and still wasn't fully erect. How the hell were they going to have sex? My mom was only 5'3 and weighed about 110 kilos. But there was no point in thinking about staying, I would soon find out.
My mother pulled down her pants and panties, revealing her large dark bush, which marked the first time I saw her private area. I was always excited to see a woman's pubic hair, and hers were no exception. Her thigh muscles also caught my attention as she kept herself in shape by doing long-distance runs and going to the gym. She then leaned over the bed with an expression on her face saying 'let's get it over with'.
It was clear at this point that they wouldn't be wearing condoms. He stood back and had to use both hands to open her vagina wide enough for him to insert himself inside her. He said something to her that she extended her hand and opened to him, and then he guided his penis towards her vagina. It took a few seconds for him to put his head inside before he could start penetrating her. I could see her let out a sigh every time he pushed. He put his hands around her waist and really started pushing himself. It was painfully obvious that that stick wasn't supposed to be inside her.
The contrast that was as obvious as the color of their skin was the expression on their faces. He was looking at her like she was just a piece of white ass to him, appreciating the fact that he was ruining her both sexually and emotionally. My mother, on the other hand, had a different look; she was in agony all the time.
He started going faster and faster, but this time moving his dick further out and then pushing it all the way. I was amazed at how far that giant dick of his could be shoved so deep into my mother's tiny body. I could see her shut her jaw in pain and close her eyes, making all the lines on her face appear, making her look older than she was. He started going so hard that she couldn't hold back any longer and had to bury her face in the bed in tears.
I could barely bear to see this happen to my mother. Yet at the same time, I was also incredibly aroused. The taboo was amazing; interracial sex was something I had always fantasized about, not to mention the fact that this was the first time I'd ever seen my mother in any kind of sexual environment. I debated whether or not to continue watching, but I didn't have to make that decision because someone was coming up the stairs, so I had to get out. I walked as casually as I could back to my car. As casually as I could, seeing as my penis was now semi-erect and my stomach was wrapped up.
♪ ♪
My mind was in an absolute frenzy as I waited in my car and tried to figure out what to do next, but it didn't take long for me to make my decision, and as horrible as all of this was, I had an abnormal, overwhelming desire to continue watching my mother get fucked by him for whatever reason, so I got out of the car and went back to their room as quietly as I could and looked out the window again.
They stopped having sex. My mother was still naked from the waist down, with her face on the bed, and her boss was not in sight. He then suddenly came out of the bathroom still naked. His penis was flaccid now, and still looked huge as it hung down.
He went to my mother, threw a tissue paper on the bed and got dressed. My mother finally sat back to me and used the tissue to wipe the sperm from her vagina. The tissue didn't seem to be enough for all the sperm leaking from inside her body, so she used her feet to take off her pants and walked naked to the bathroom while holding the tissue in her vagina with one hand. He smiled and slapped her on the butt and laughed for a moment as she walked to the bathroom. She didn't answer.
I went back to my car and waited for them to leave, and he left the room looking like a man who'd just had sex with his head held high, and my mother, on the other hand, had a defeated look on her face, and that was the end of it when they both went back to work.
♪ But late home ♪
I was in a state of total confusion. Why would she do that? What if Dad found out? Should I try to talk to her? I loved my family too much for something like that to separate us. As I was sitting in my room trying to process this whole situation, I heard the garage door open. That afternoon, and given the events of the day, I figured it must have been my mother who came home early. Without thinking, I ran down the stairs to see her.
"Hi, Mom", I said as casually as I could, from the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey, honey, I didn't expect to see you here at this hour. Don't you have class at this hour?" she replied as she walked toward the kitchen. I noticed that she was still walking as if in pain.
"I don't have an afternoon class on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. So why do you come home so early?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
She looked puzzled for a moment: "I'm having severe cramps, it must have been something I ate. My boss noticed that I didn't look so good and let me take the rest of the day off".
"Oh, well, I hope you're feeling better. And I stopped by your work before lunchtime to bring you something good to eat, but you weren't there", I replied.
She then turned around and opened the fridge to pour herself a glass of juice, "Well, thank you, and I'm sorry I missed you. I went out to eat with some friends from work. It was just us ladies, you know, for Mom. Hi. But I really appreciate the gesture".
As far as I knew, this was the first time my mother had ever lied to me about anything. She had always preached honesty and morality all her life, and here she was lying about a case.
She quickly finished her drink and went towards the stairs where I was standing and pinched me jokingly on the cheek: "It was very kind of you to do this for me. It's always a good feeling to be appreciated around here. Anyway, I need a bath and a quick nap, see you before dinner time", she said as she climbed the stairs to her room.
Seeing her up close like that made me nervous again. Her normally clean hair was messy from lying on her stomach in bed and getting beaten up so hard. Her eyes looked like they'd cried a little bit because her mascara was a little stained. She looked like she was sweating like she'd just come out of the gym. But what I found most exciting was that she smelled a slight smell of semen on her body as she walked past me. Her new black lover must have really filled her with semen for her to still have that smell. And judging by his size and the amount of handkerchief she needed to clean herself off, I'm sure there's still plenty of semen inside her.
♪ Giving in to my new feelings ♪
I went back to my room and closed the door. At this point, I was extremely excited and hard as a rock thinking about what had just happened and what I saw this morning. Could I really do this? Could I really have fun thinking about my own mother? One part of me just wanted to take a cold shower and pretend that all of this never happened. The other part of me said, "To hell with the taboo", and I started taking care of my now urgent sexual needs.
That's when I did it; I laid on my bed and pulled my dick out and started masturbating thinking about my mom. I thought about how she was a cheating prostitute, going to a motel and letting her black boss use her as a sex object. I thought about the size of that boy's penis and how much he had to struggle to fit inside his little pussy and fuck her inside. I thought about how her face looked when he was fucking her. Two hours ago, the expression of pain she had on her face as she closed her teeth and closed her eyes to not get fucked was something that was hard for me to watch; now it was something that drove me crazy.
I heard the shower start running in his bathroom and I started fantasizing about his body for the first time in my life. The image of his sperm running down his dark pubic hair and down his thick legs and down the drain also fueled my rage. She must still be hurting down there, the way she was still walking around in pain after being with him.
What brought me to the edge of a massive orgasm was the thought of her being bent over the bed while her boss impaled her with his giant black stick, making her cry in pain.
♪ ♪
I lay in bed for a few minutes with sperm on my stomach thinking about what I had just done. For the first time in my life, I fantasized about my own mother; the woman who raised me and gave birth to me, the woman I loved more than any other woman in the world. A sense of shame took over me when I realized what I had just thought. But I knew that this would not be the end. What I saw today was too erotic to stop fantasizing.
But at the same time, for the sake of our family, I had to make sure that this affair ended. I decided to go see her boss as soon as I could and convince him to end it, since I didn't have the courage to talk to my mother about it. I knew where his office was since my mother and father introduced him during a tour she gave us at his workplace. I spent the rest of that day trying to figure out how to approach him about the whole ordeal and how to tell him to stop fucking my mother. But in the meantime, before I went to bed that night, I couldn't resist punching myself thinking about her one more time.
♪ The next morning ♪
I woke up the next morning to find that my mother was going to spend the day at home. She said that she was still feeling a little nauseous from yesterday and needed some extra rest. I also noticed that she still seemed to be suffering when she walked. 'Perfect,' I thought to myself. It was the perfect opportunity to go see her boss and find out what was behind all this and end it all. So instead of going to class, I went straight to her work.
It wasn't hard to find his office when I first got there, and the closer I got to his office, the more nervous I got, and I had no idea how this was going to happen, and that was the scariest part, but I had to do it for the sake of our family.
* His office *
He let me in as soon as I knocked on the door.
"Hello, I remember you", he said in a friendly way as he shook my hand. "So what brings you here today?"
"Thank you for your time. I'll cut to the chase, I'm here because of my mother", I replied.
"Oh, that's right, she called in sick today. I hope she's okay".
I cleared my throat and took a deep breath before I said what I needed to say. "It's not that, well, it's more or less. Look, my point is I saw you and my mom at the motel yesterday and I'm here to ask you to stop".
I at least expected him to look surprised, but he stood there with a serious face and was silent for a moment. "Why should I?" he asked.
Her cold response caught me off guard. "Because she's my mother and she's married, and if my father found out, our family would break up".
"Well, he won't find out", he replied. "Believe me, we're both very careful. No one knows that, well, except you now".
"All right, I'll go to your superiors and tell them, and judging by the family photos over there, I'm sure your wife would love to hear about it, too".
"I doubt very much that the people who run this company believe you, since your mother will simply say whatever I want her to say. And she's really not in a position to say otherwise in our little private meetings. She doesn't want to either. Let's just say we have an agreement about this. You'll only be embarrassing yourself and your mother.
The bastard was right, I had no way to stop him except to tell my mother, and I didn't want to ruin our relationship by bringing this up. "What agreement are you talking about?" I asked him.
"See, the top management has ordered layoffs, and since your mother has been here for almost 15 years, she gets a generous salary, which puts her at the top of the list of people I need to get rid of, since we can hire someone younger to do the same job"...
"So you're getting her to have sex with you in exchange for her work?" I asked, interrupting him.
"Call it whatever you want, but it's not that simple in my opinion", he confided. "She saw the writing on the wall and knew what was coming. So she came to my office crying about how much she really loved this job and was saving for retirement and this and that. about how she couldn't find another job because of her age, and well; you have an idea of what happened next... "
At that point, I was paralyzed by his every word. I was no longer angry, but curious. It was obvious that what he had implied had happened, but I needed details for personal reasons.
"Tell me what happened", I asked him immediately.
"Well, if you really want to know, I came to comfort her, right where we are now, and she started kissing me and rubbing my pants. She asked me if it would help her work, I told her she could, so she got down on her knees, unzipped my pants and started sucking me like the good little whore that she is".
Hearing him describe that moment in the way he described it caused a slight shiver in my body, and suddenly I felt the same rare emotion of total repulsion mixed with a strong sense of sexual arousal that I experienced yesterday when I saw them at the motel.
"So why are you still going out with her?" I asked, continuing our conversation.
Because we agreed that she would take care of me for a while longer so that I wouldn't fire her. Twenty more times was the number I gave her, and she thought it was fair. to cry with someone about it, I would make her husband discover that kiss she gave me. If it's not that and it goes to our superiors, then it's her word against mine, and I'm a much better liar than her - and she knows it".
A wave of emotions swept over me when I heard that, and I just couldn't believe that my mother would go that low, and worse, I couldn't believe that she was being blackmailed by this guy into having sex, and it seemed like they weren't going to end it anytime soon, since her job was at stake.
I was still curious about all this and feeling the same intensely erotic feelings that I felt yesterday.
"So, how many times... you know?" I asked.
"That afternoon at the motel was the first time. So we'll definitely see each other again. But don't worry, she's in good hands", he said with a mischievous smile at the end.
I can't imagine someone like my mother taking such risks".
"Well, well, well"... he said. "You spied in there, didn't you? You wouldn't know we don't use condoms otherwise. And if you must know, her tubes are tied, they've been for years, and she made sure we both got tested beforehand".
"I was just checking on her, making sure you weren't hurting her"... he cut me off before I could finish that thought.
"Wow", he said. "If you were checking on her, you would have stopped everything from happening instead of spying on your mother like a little pervert. But I think I get it now. You enjoyed watching, didn't you? No wonder you're starting to look tense. You have a crush on your own mother, don't you?
He was right about the motel, too, and I could have at least tried to stop them, but I didn't.
"So tell me"... he went on. "What exactly made you want to see us fuck? Did you always have a crush on your mother? Or did you just want to see what a giant black rooster would look like fucking a little white soccer mom?"
"I think both", I admitted reluctantly.
"Shit, I like what I'm hearing", he said. "Frankly, I think it's hot as hell. I've always had a crush on mother-son incest as a fantasy, but actually having a son watching me fuck his unassuming mother - now that would make my day".
"What now?" I asked, wondering the meaning of it all.
"I'll tell you what, if you're interested in watching it again, I'll give your mom a break. We could arrange something -- a time and a place for you to be, and you can watch the whole thing. If you do that, I'll agree to see your mom maybe 10 times and you two can go back to your normal lives. We'll all get what we want out of this.
The idea of making this kind of deal with my mother's boss was definitely wrong. But at the same time, I couldn't resist either, mainly because of all the emotions I had felt the day before, so I agreed to his proposal, which was sealed with a handshake.
♪ ♪
He gave me his business card and told me to e-mail him and he would tell me what to do next, and even though I agreed to his deviant request, I still spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about whether or not I should do it, but the more I thought about it, the more excited I got, even though I knew how terrible his proposal was, but in the end, we'd all get what we wanted; Mommy gets the job she loves and doesn't have to see him as much, he can still fuck her, and most importantly, I can watch them closely.
♪ Later that day ♪
I e-mailed him that night, which made the family dinner a little more interesting for me, knowing about my mother's sexual secrets and that I would soon be seeing her in person again, and I couldn't help but stare at her mouth as she ate, and knowing that she sucked a huge black dick with the same lips she uses to greet friends and family, all for the sake of her work, suddenly became a huge thrill, and the more I thought about it, the less guilty I felt for watching.
It didn't take long for him to respond that night. He sent me the address and the number of the hotel room where he planned to fuck her and told me to meet him there at 11 a.m. tomorrow. The plan was for them to have sex while I hid in the closet and watched through a small opening. It was hard for me to think about the whole situation, and it was even harder when he said that he also emailed my mother, telling her to dress even better for him.
♪ The next morning ♪
I got up very early to see my mother before she left for work - and she did not disappoint me. My mother is a person who always dresses very professionally and takes very good care of herself, but today she looked much more elegant than usual, even more so than the last time she was fucked by him. She wore a black suit combined with thin white stripes, a white silk blouse underneath and a pair of black boots. She also wore a little more makeup than usual and arranged her hair with more elegance than the normal wavy style. Before she left, I praised her appearance, which made her color of appreciation. She gave me her farewell kiss of always and told me to be nice.
If she knew...
The Hotel
I showed up at the hotel room at exactly 11 o'clock. I was nervous the whole time; afraid of what I was doing, afraid of being caught by my mother and afraid of my mother being caught by my father. Anyway, I had to watch.
We spent a lot of time talking about my mother. He told me how beautiful he thought she was and that she was his first white wife. He also asked me how she was at home and other personal things about her. He loved it when I told him about how she looked in pain and how she smelled like sperm the day she came home from having sex at the motel. As our conversation became more casual, I finally mustered up the courage to ask him the odd question of how tall he is -- to which he proudly replied, "10 inches".
♪ ♪
Suddenly, around noon, he got a text message from my mother saying that she had arrived, and he immediately hid me in the big closet, leaving a small enough opening so that I could have a clear view of them fucking in bed, but at the same time not be seen, and I waited nervously inside for about five minutes until he finally brought her from the hall into the living room.
"I'm surprised you bothered to get such a nice room this time, especially since we won't be staying here for long".
"Like I said in the email last night, I want this to be special. We're sure to have a lot of fun. Besides, the motel's walls are too thin for what I'm about to do with that married white face of yours - we wouldn't want the people next door to complain to management".
"Let's get this over with, we have to get back to the office soon", she said, looking disgusted by his racial comment.
"I don't think you'll be going back to work after that; if you couldn't come back last time, you certainly won't this time. Now take off your clothes... right there".
She walked over to the chair by the bed and I could see her for the first time. She was beautiful and elegant. I started to get upright when she casually took off her jacket and her pants, still with her back to me, and like the elegant lady she is, folded them carefully into the chair, followed by the blouse. Her body was fantastic. I was excited to see her big, round butt and those beautiful, muscular thighs again.
So, in a quick movement, she quickly unbuttoned her bra, took off her panties and put them on top of her clothes. 'Incredible' was the only thing that came to mind, since my mother was now completely naked. And to think that I lived with this woman for 23 years and never noticed her beauty in that way or even glimpsed that beautiful body of hers. Her butt looked pale in comparison to the rest of her body. And when she turned to him, I saw for the first time the side of her breast, which was also pale in color. She looked like she had a cup and her breasts fell a little for her age. What I really loved about her breasts were gigantic. Her breasts were brown and thick; they seemed to protrude for almost half an inch.
He walked up to her, now completely naked, "Very cool. It's a shame that you've covered your body for all these years, you're definitely fine".
He began groping her breasts and nibbling her nipples. "Your husband must love those big nipples of yours", he said as he stooped down to begin sucking her breasts.
She tilted her head back with pleasure and replied, "Yes... he does".
After he finished, he straightened up and they looked into each other's eyes for a moment before they kissed. It wasn't just a normal kiss on the lips, it was a passionate kiss where their hands were all over each other's body. I could even hear their tongues playing in each other's mouths. I couldn't believe my mother was hugging him like that, because her hands and wedding ring were all over his body.
Suddenly, he interrupted the kiss and used his strength to push her to sit on the bed. She knew what she had to do; she knew that he wanted a kiss. She immediately began to rub his incredibly large penis with both hands and caress it.
"Now start sucking your little white whore, if you know what's good for you", he said.
It hurt deep down for me to hear this being said to my mother. But seeing her prepare to put her black dick inside her mouth suddenly changed all that. She picked it up with her little fingers and guided it towards her mouth before wrapping her lips tightly around the head of his penis. It seemed like she had some trouble even putting it in her mouth, as she actually had to open her jaw as wide as she could to accommodate its size. Her lips were stretched to the limit as she put her shaft inside it (I could only imagine what her vagina would look like during sex). She then closed her eyes in humiliation before slowly moving her head back and forth. The suction-like vacuum of her mouth seemed incredibly tight as her face seemed to collapse around her dick. In fact, I could still see the hard shape of her stomach as she poured through my mother's face.
It was a surreal sight to watch his big dark penis grow inside my mother's delicate mouth as she pleased him orally. It was surreal to see his beautiful white face buried in the middle of his brown body. She seemed to be trying to do the best she could for him as she kept shaking her head at a much faster pace, keeping the grip firm with her mouth. He was clearly having fun as he rubbed his hands on her hair, looking at her as if she were his newly discovered precious asset - which she obviously was.
A few minutes later, he pushed her head out of her penis, leaving a trail of saliva from her mouth up to the penis, which she wiped off with her hands.
"You certainly love kisses, don't you?" he asked. "Who would have thought?"
"Actually, no. I rarely do this at home, but if it helps my career, so be it".
"That's what I like to hear.
I had my first clear view of my mother's fully nude frontal body as she got up to turn around and lie face down on the bed. She looked so sexy. Her pubic hair looked trimmed and it looked like she had a tan bikini line, with her intimate areas much whiter than the rest of her body. But what really caught my eye was how sexy I thought her flabby breasts were along with those huge nipples of hers. No wonder she always covered herself up, she didn't want those things to show up all the time.
She bent down on the bed to stay in the same position she was in the other day, leaving her breasts hanging freely. But this time, she had a different expression on her face. This time, she had a look of calm instead of disgust, as if accepting her fate of being this black man's prostitute and knowing that she would soon be impaled by his 25-centimeter erection. That look she had did not last long as he began to put his giant dick inside her small vaginal opening. She seemed to be in a lot of pain as she began to clench her teeth and squeeze the blanket as he entered her body.
They started fucking like they did the last time. The same sadistic expression of pleasure on his face and the same expression of agony on hers. I finally pulled out my own hard dick and started fondling it as I watched my mother's breasts sway back and forth as he brutally fucked her. Only the sound of what they were doing could have brought me to orgasm; the wet sound of them fucking, as well as hearing my mother sobbing like a puppy with that giant stick inside her.
Signs of perspiration appeared on each of the faces, and that's when he pulled his dick out of her, dropping her on the bed.
"Turn around, lie on your back, I want to see your face while I fuck you", he said.
I continued to caress while once again I had a clear view of my mother's naked body as she stood up for a moment so she could lie on her back. She opened her legs and held them up in the air while he pushed his huge dick back inside her, making her tense again in pain. He really started to fuck her this time with deeper and faster punches. It got to the point where my mother was doing everything she could not to scream as tears began to roll down her face. To top it off, her medium-sized breasts kept swaying violently back and forth due to the fucking she had to endure.
He continued to fuck her in this position until I saw her body stiffen and her eyes roll back -- she was having an orgasm. A steady stream of fluid began to squirt as she tilted her head back, closed her eyes tightly, and let out a gentle scream. Her semen was flowing from her vagina as if she were urinating, and then her body suddenly became completely soft. He mocked her inside for a moment after giving a long groan, making him arch his back twice for two long periods, before collapsing right on top of her.
He then rolled out of her revealing their sweaty naked bodies as they stood there in silence for a long time, enjoying the moment.
"That was the first time I ever spat... incredible", she said with her eyes still closed.
"Look, maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all. We both have amazing sex together, I'll make sure you keep your job, and no one will ever know. You can go back to being the perfect white house wife after that".
"I guess. But I still feel terrible doing it, even if it's to save my career. It's the first time I've done anything with another man in over 20 years of marriage. I still can't believe I'm cheating on my husband, I never thought it would happen".
He had an expression on his face as if he loved to hear it from her: "Like I said, it's not like your husband or son will ever know. Besides, even if they did, I'm sure they'd appreciate the kind of sacrifice you're making for the family, you know, being a complete bitch to save your job", he said with a chuckle.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and stooped down, putting her face in her hands as if she wanted to cry. "You can be a real idiot sometimes", she said as she got up to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"To the bathroom to clean up, I'm coming out now".
"Not after you have washed me first. As I said, I paid a lot of money for this room and I hope to receive from you the value of my money. Now wash me only for the mouth".
He grabbed her arm and pulled her down between his legs so that she could suck his dick again. She held it and looked at his huge black dick full of bodily fluids for a moment before putting it in her mouth and starting to suck it. I felt bad for her knowing how disgusted and degraded she must have felt at that moment. But at the same time, I was so excited by what I was seeing that I finally couldn't hold back any longer and stroked myself to the point of orgasm.
I continued to watch in amazement as my mother shook her head a few more times before taking it out of her mouth to lick the rest of the sperm off her giant shaft.
"Happy now?" she said sarcastically.
I got what I wanted, didn't I?
My mother rolled her eyes at his comment as she got up to go to the bathroom. She walked past me not knowing that her son had just witnessed this entire event. I couldn't help but think how terrible she looked compared to when she arrived. Her previously neat hair was a mess, and her formerly elegant face was now covered in blurry makeup and sweat. She had traces of semen around her mouth and pubic hair, as well as semen running down her legs.
She washed herself in the bathroom for a few minutes before going out to get dressed. When she returned to the room, he got up and reached out to grab her panties, and then lay down on the bed still naked.
"I'll keep it as a souvenir", he said, twirling her panties with his finger.
"Whatever you do, just make sure your wife doesn't find them". She looked upset as she put on her bra, but she didn't say anything.
He got out of bed and hugged her from behind while she was still getting dressed: "I hope you're not mad at me. Sometimes I get excited about the way I talk during sex, but it's only because I love you so much. And I've always done that in all these years of knowing you. Now give me a kiss before you go.
It seemed like she had forgiven him when she turned around so they could kiss passionately one last time this afternoon. Their hands were on each other again and she clearly liked it, despite how he treated her moments before. Then he sat on the couch to watch her finish dressing as she was about to leave.
"Give your husband and son a kiss for me when you get home".
"Very funny", she said as she hurriedly left the room.
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He walked up to me and opened the closet door after she left.
"I see you enjoyed the show", he said, looking at the big sperm stain I left behind.
"Yes", I told him as I walked over to sit on the couch where he was sitting to ease the pain of standing for so long. "But a lot of these things were exaggerated. I didn't expect anything so degrading to happen to her".
"Relax, kid. Hell, you saw her when she came in; I mean, look at those spots over there. She loved every second, no matter what you might think. Like I said yesterday, we're all getting what we want out of this deal".
He threw my mom's panties at me, "Here, something to remember that"...