It was late autumn of 1972. Back then, the freshman basketball team played separately from the varsity team. Gina filed into the gymnasium with college kids and other adults. Just because it was a small state college, didn’t mean that parents weren’t just as proud of their children and they attended the games to lend support.
Stepping into the college’s basketball arena for the first time, Gina scanned the bleachers for empty seats. There were many. Apparently her son’s freshman basketball game wouldn’t be standing-room-only. Still, small groups of both students and adults dotted the bleachers. Gina walked slowly along what seemed to be the home side of the court. The two teams were at either end of the court finishing their warm-ups.
As a single mother, Gina had attended many of her son’s high school basketball games, so this was nothing new, just a new gym. She made her way up the bleachers behind the home team’s bench, and sat down. She smiled at a black woman sitting in the same row about six feet away. The woman returned her smile.
Gina located her son on the court. He was taking warm-up shots. He wore a silver number seventeen on his maroon uniform trimmed with silver. Pete would be a handsome kid even if he wasn’t mine, Gina thought. He possessed a handsome face, dark brown hair, and a lean, muscular body.
Both sets of players were called over to their respective benches for last minute words from their coaches. Then the starting five from each team took the court for the tipoff. Pete lined up outside of the center jump circle. The center in maroon managed to tip the ball to Pete, who then flipped it to number six.
“Go Leopards!” called the black woman next to Gina.
At least we’re rooting for the same team, Gina thought.
Number six dribbled to the left and passed to Pete. He pump-faked his defender into the air, ducked under him, and banked in a twelve footer. The referee blew his whistle and signaled to count the shot and a foul.
“Nice move seventeen!” the black woman yelled.
Gina slid close to the black woman and said, “Number seventeen is my son. His name is Pete.”
The woman smiled and said, “That was a tough shot with the other guy on his back.”
Gina smiled and nodded. Pete sank the free throw, and the Leopards were up 3 – 0.
“My son’s number six,” the black woman said. “His name’s Marv. I’m Monique.”
“I’m Gina… Marv gets an assist.”
Monique smiled and nodded. Gina guessed Monique’s age to be about her own age of forty-two. Monique wore her black hair in a relaxed, wavy style reminiscent of The Supremes and other black female groups of the time. Her brown, almond-shaped eyes with their long lashes, were hypnotically beautiful. Her lips were full and sensuous. Her nose was neither too big nor too small. Milk chocolate was the color of Monique’s skin. Tight jeans and a tight sweater showed off Monique’s figure. When Monique leaned back in the seat, Gina couldn’t help notice that Monique’s slim waist accentuated her large breasts.
“Your son is a tall, good-looking young man,” Monique commented. “How tall is he?”
“Thanks… He’s about six-five,” Gina said, and then added, “Those boys grow like weeds, don’t they?”
“You’re telling me. Marv was five-ten his junior year, five-eleven his senior year, and now he’s six foot even.”
When Gina turned her attention back to the game, Monique eyed her new companion. Gina’s straight, dark brown hair was parted in the middle and reached just past her shoulders. Beneath her glasses, Gina’s brown eyes were inviting. Gina’s lips were on the full side, which Monique found to be sexy. Monique correctly assumed that Gina was Italian. Even though Gina’s clothing was rather loose-fitting, Monique could tell that Gina possessed a lean, but shapely body.
During the course of the game, the two moms became friends. They discovered that they lived in neighboring towns, were both forty-two years old, and were both divorced single moms. They cheered when their son’s team won by six points. Pete lead the team in scoring with twenty-two, while Marv had eleven points and ten assists.
Before going their separate ways, Gina and Monique exchanged phone numbers. Two days later, with some stomach butterflies, Gina dialed Monique’s number.
“Hi, Monique. This is Gina… Pete’s mom.”
“Oh hi. I was just thinking about calling you,” Monique said.
Gina said, “I was wondering if you were going to the game Friday night, and if you wanted to go together?”
“Ain’t that something… that’s what I was gonna call you about,” Monique laughed. “Yeah, I’d like to go with you.”
After chatting and laughing for an hour, Gina and Monique finally said goodbye and hung up. They had begun to discover that they had a great deal in common, and that their differences added interest. Gina and Monique found that they had similar tastes in music, movies, sports, and shared a somewhat perverted sense of humor. From then on, they attended their sons games together, talked on the phone frequently, and even met for drinks occasionally. The women discussed the trials and tribulations of raising sons as single mothers. With money tight, both Marv and Pete lived at home and commuted to college. Monique and Gina were just thankful that their sons were getting a college education.
In a short time, the black woman and the white woman had begun to openly share intimate details about their lives. Both being non-judgmental, each felt more comfortable with each other than even with family or friends. They traded stories about sex with their ex-husbands and former lovers. Almost no detail of their sex lives were kept from the other, as they graphically described what each liked sexually.
One Saturday night, after meeting for drinks, Gina and Monique wound up back at Gina’s for a nightcap or two.
They had just fixed drinks and settled into the living room, when Gina said, “I gotta show you what I found in Pete’s room, when I was cleaning this morning.”
Gina scurried off to another room and returned a minute later. She handed Monique eight magazine pages which had been carefully removed. Monique gazed down at the pages. The color photos on the pages showed a black woman having sex with a white man. The photos graphically depicted oral sex and fucking in various poses. “I used to find an occasional Playboy or Penthouse,” Gina said, “But this is the hardest core stuff yet. Do you ever find Marv looking at stuff like this?”
Without looking up from the porn, Monique replied with a chuckle, “They’re boys with raging hormones. My Marv jerks off to anything and everything. I find more wadded up Kleenex in that boy’s trash can.”
Gina laughed and said, “Yeah, Pete goes through a lot of Kleenex too. I think that sometimes Pete beats off at least twice a day. Once, I came home early and caught Pete jerking off in the living room. He ran into his bedroom, embarrassed as hell. He tied to cover his huge hard-on, but couldn’t. He’s got a bigger dick than his dad did.”
Monique laughed and said, “One time I walked into my bedroom, and Marv’s standing in front of my open underwear drawer and is rubbing the front of his jeans with a pair of my panties. You shoulda’ seen that boy run outta there.”
Gina laughed, “They sure are at a horny age.” She pointed at the porn and asked, “So what do you think?”
Monique smiled and said, “First, I think your boy likes black women, which is cool by me. Second, I think I wanna keep these for myself for my vibrator sessions. Man, that’s one hung white guy! I’m getting wet just looking at these.”
Gina laughed, sat next to Monique, and looked at the photos.
“From what little I saw, my Pete’s as big as that guy.”
“No shit!” Monique whispered. “Do you ever catch Pete looking at your tits or trying to see you undressed?”
“Yeah. Does Marv do that too?”
“Oh yeah,” Monique shook her head and grinned, “Every once in awhile, he’ll pretend to accidentally walk into my bedroom when I’m getting dressed, or when I’m in the shower.”
“Me too!” Gina said. “Once in awhile, I’ll stand with the bathroom door open, putting on my makeup in just my bra and panties to tease him a little. I know he peeks in.”
“I do that too!” Monique laughed. “Sometimes I pretend to have a hard time with the zipper on my dress and ask Marv to unzip me. After, he usually disappears into his room and wacks off. We’re so bad.”
“You’re the first one I’ve ever admitted that stuff to,” Gina said.
“Same here,” Monique said.
“So, you like white guys too?” Gina smiled.
Monique looked into Gina’s eyes and said, “And some white gals too.”
Gina asked quietly, “Are those pictures really making you wet?”
“That and talking about our horny sons gets my juices flowing,” Monique said, eyes gleaming. “You’re welcome to check if you don’t believe me. Are you getting wet too?”
Gina felt her pulse quicken. She took another gulp of her drink, and then replied, “Yeah, Monique, my pussy is wet too. Maybe we could check each other’s?”
Monique pivoted on the couch to face Gina.
“Can I kiss you, honey?” Monique’s eyes searched Gina’s.
“I’d like that.”
Monique put her hands on Gina’s shoulders, and pressed her lips to the white woman’s. When Monique felt Gina’s tongue brush her lips, she opened her mouth to receive it. Their tongues caressed. Their lips moved in a slow circle together while their tongues intertwined. Monique’s nose bumped Gina’s glasses.
“Lemme take them off,” Gina whispered, removed her glasses, and set them on the end table.
Monique slipped her hands under Gina’s shirt and ran her fingers over the cups of Gina’s bra. Gina moaned and pressed her lips to Monique’s once again. Monique deftly unbuttoned Gina’s blouse while they kissed, exposing her satiny blue bra.
Monique grinned and said, “Thirty-four C?”
Gina smiled and replied, “You’re a good judge of tits.”
Gina lifted Monique’s knit shirt up and off, and gazed at the white bra straining to contain the brown globes.
Gina smiled and said, “Thirty-four D?”
“All yours, hun,” Monique said with a mischievous grin.
Ten minutes later the women were on Gina’s bed, locked in a sixty-nine position, licking each other’s pussy, taking each other to ecstasy.
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One Saturday evening, late in the basketball season, Gina visited Monique at Monique’s apartment. The team had a distant away game and their sons were gone most of the night. The two moms had passionate sex and were laying naked in Monique’s bed. The tip of Gina’s index finger traced slow circles around Monique’s ebony nipple.
“I’m glad our sons get along,” Gina said.
“Me too,” Monique said, “Being commuter students, they don’t get to see each other much besides basketball.”
“Pete told me that he was glad you and me became friends. Besides having a crush on you, he genuinely likes you.”
Monique smiled and replied, “And Pete is a very likable young man too. You think he has a crush on me?”
Gina laughed softly, “You mean you haven’t noticed the tent in his pants whenever you visit?”
Monique laughed, “I’d have to be blind not to, but it’s not the kind of thing you mention to a boy’s mother. That is some big bulge though. And since you brought it up, my Marv has a crush on you too. Whenever you’re around, he stammers and stutters and is practically drooling.”
Gina smiled and said, “Aww, I’m flattered that such a handsome younger man would have a crush on an old lady like me.”
Monique suddenly became more serious and quietly asked, “Gina, do you find it tough resisting temptation living under the same roof with a young hunk? I do. I mean I get turned on teasing Marv, but there are times I want more. I lay in bed and wonder if other moms have naughty thoughts like I do?”
Gina rolled on her back, looked at the ceiling, was silent for a moment, and then said softly, “I know exactly what you mean. We love our sons and think they’re so damn handsome, then we’re not supposed share the most intimate pleasures with them. There are nights that I’m lonely and want a warm body in bed with me. There’s a naked young hunk in the next room, but I’m not supposed to climb in bed with him. Shit.”
“I’m glad I’m not the only pervert mom out there,” Monique chuckled.
“You mean besides us liking pussy too?” Gina giggled.
“Yeah, I can lick your pussy and then talk to you about wanting to suck our son’s cocks. I don’t have any other friends I can do that with,” Monique laughed.
Half-kiddingly, Gina said, “If we’re not supposed to suck our own son’s cocks, and they have crushes on us, how about if you suck my son’s cock and I’ll suck your son’s cock?”
A grin slowly spread across Monique’s face, and then she said, “Actually, that gives me an idea. Wanna hear it?”
“Absolutely!”
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When the basketball season ended, the Leopards had finished second in their league. Pete had led the team in scoring, while Marv led the team in assists. A few days later, on the same evening, Monique and Gina had arranged to make a somewhat innocent suggestion to their sons.
Both moms had been notching up the teasing of their sons, and getting each other hot by comparing stories. On that evening, Monique wore tight jeans and a low cut white knit top, with no bra. Her dark chocolate nipples pushed against the thin material.
Monique tapped on Marv’s bedroom door. He was doing homework.
“Come in,” Marv called.
Monique entered and moved close to her son.
“Can I bother you a minute?”
“Sure, Mom,” Marv said. He was trying not to stare at his mom’s nipples, but Monique watched his gaze keep shifting to her chest.
“Pete’s Mom and I wanted to celebrate the end of a fine basketball season by cooking a really nice dinner for our sons. Just the four of us over at Gina’s house. We thought that you could kinda be Gina’s date, and Pete would be my date. You wouldn’t mind being Gina’s dinner date would you?”
Marv managed to tear his stare away from his mother’s tits, and said, “I wouldn’t mind at all. That sounds great!”
“Okay terrific! We’ll drive over to their house about 3:30 on Saturday so I can help Gina with dinner. I told Gina that we both like Italian food, so I’m sure it’ll be delicious.You and Pete can watch TV or whatever until dinner’s ready.”
About the same time, a few miles away, Gina was receiving an equally positive response about the dinner from her son, Pete. She noted the way her son’s face lit up when she suggested that he would be Monique’s dinner date.
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At about 3:30pm that Saturday, Gina heard the doorbell ring twice.
She called from the kitchen, “Pete, could you please get the door?”
“Sure, Mom,” Pete replied, rising from the couch.
Pete opened the door and was pleased to see his friend Marv and Marv’s sexy mother, Monique.
Motioning with his arm, Pete said, “Hi… C’mon in.”
Monique entered first. She smiled up at the tall young man and said, “Hi Pete.”
“Hi… How are you Mrs. Williams?”
“Great, and I told you to call me Monique. After all, I’m your date tonight,” Monique grinned seductively.
Marv entered behind his mother and said, “Hey, Pete.” He held out his hand.
Pete clasped Marv’s hand and said, “Hey, Marv, glad you came. Let me take your jackets.”
Monique and Marv removed their jackets and handed them to Pete, who hung them in the closet. While Monique was removing her jacket, Pete had to make a conscious effort not to stare. Monique had worn her favorite low cut white knit top. Her push-up bra allowed Pete to view some of her 34D cleavage. A tight black mini-skirt accentuated her firm, shapely ass. Having only seen Monique in pants until that moment, Pete surreptitiously viewed her shapely legs, clad in sheer white stockings, for the first time.
Gina appeared from the kitchen. She was wearing a light gray mini-skirt, black stockings, and a form hugging sweater. Her long, straight, dark hair was parted in the middle and framed her lovely face. Her brown eyes gleamed under her glasses.
“Hi Monique and Marv! I’m so glad you both could make it.” Gina hugged Monique and waved to Marv.
Monique said, “I’m sure you could use my help in the kitchen.” She took Gina’s arm and led her toward the kitchen.
Pete and Marv settled in front of the TV to watch an NCAA playoff game. About a half-hour later, Monique came into the living room and surprised them both with her question.
“Would you boys like a before dinner cocktail? We were gonna mix a pitcher of pina coladas. Nobody has to drive anywhere, so…”
Almost in unison, both boys said, “Sure, that’d be great!”
Monique made the pitcher of pina coladas even stronger than usual. Marv and Pete looked at each other and smiled when Monique handed them each a glass.
Gina and Monique made a delicious dinner of chicken parmigiana, spaghetti, salad, green beans, and garlic bread. The nineteen year-old boys ate like lumberjacks. After dinner, Gina and Monique loaded the dishwasher and then made another even stronger pitcher of pina coladas. Gina suggested they all go into the living room. While Gina put in a cassette tape of slow romantic songs, Monique poured everyone fresh drinks. Then Monique took Pete by the hand.
“Since you’re my date, sit with me here,” Monique said motioning toward the love seat.
“Glad to,” Pete said. He was feeling the effects of the alcohol.
“That leaves Marv and me on the couch,” Gina smiled at Marv. He looked up at the mature white woman and felt a stirring in his pants. Gina sat next to Marv and smiled at Monique and Pete. Both moms were sitting close to the other’s son. The sexual tension seemed to hang in the air.
Just then, “Color My World” by Chicago came through the stereo speakers. Monique thought that it was a perfect song to slow-dance to. She stood and took Pete’s hand.
“Dance with me, big guy,” Monique said and smiled seductively.
Pete was off the love seat in a flash. Monique wrapped her arms around Pete’s waist, and Pete wrapped his arms around Monique’s shoulders. They began to sway to the music. Pete felt Monique’s breasts rub against his chest. Ther was no way to prevent an erection.
“Wanna join them?” Gina asked Marv.
“Sure,” Marv replied.
They stood, wrapped their arms around each other, and also began to sway to the music. The two moms and two sons were becoming more aroused by the minute.
Monique smiled at Pete and said, “I’m glad you like black women.”
Pete said shyly, “You’re a knockout.”
Monique looked seductively into Pete’s eyes and said quietly, “Thanks. Now would be the perfect time to kiss your date.”
Unable to resist, Pete pressed his lips against Monique’s full, sensuous lips.
A moment later, when Pete felt Monique’s tongue brush his lips, he opened his mouth and their tongues intertwined. Monique was pleasantly surprised that her nineteen year-old date was such a skilled, sensuous kisser.
Gina and Marv looked over at the other couple. Marv was surprised; Gina was not.
Gina grinned at Marv and said, “We can play at that game too if you’re interested, Marv?”
Gazing into the mature woman’s eyes, Marv could only nod. Having sex with a beautiful white woman had been Marv’s favorite fantasy ever since he’d discovered the pleasure of masturbation. Marv eagerly pressed his lips to Gina’s and squeezed her tightly. He pushed his tongue between Gina’s lips and into her mouth. She half-laughed, half-moaned at his aggressiveness. Not an experienced kisser like his mother, but still enjoyable, she thought. Even as she kissed Marv, Gina glanced over at her son. Pete continued to kiss and fondle the mature black woman.
What Gina said next would set the tone for the remainder of the evening.
“Hey, how about if the moms dance with their sons for a few minutes?”
Monique caught on instantly and said, “Great idea!”
Listening to their moms out of habit, the boys reluctantly broke their embraces with their dates. Monique moved toward Marv, and Gina moved toward Pete. Gina wrapped her arms around Pete’s waist and looked seductively into his eyes.
“Moms can be fun too,” Gina said with a smile. She then pulled her pelvis tightly against her son’s. She could feel the large bulge in his pants press against her abdomen. Pete wrapped his arms around his mom’s shoulders and swayed against her body.
Monique held her arms open to Marv and smiled. They moved together, put their arms around each other, and moved to the music. Marv felt his mom’s large breasts rub against his chest.
Pete moved his cheek slowly against his mom’s soft, dark hair. The scent of her subtle perfume drifted into his nostrils, and made him even more intoxicated with desire. Gina began to touch her lips to Pete’s neck in brief kisses.
She heard her son moan quietly into her ear, “Ohhh, Mom.”
Gina whispered, “Kiss me like you kissed Monique.”
When Gina looked up at her son’s face, his eyes gleamed with lust. His mouth opened, his tongue crept out slightly, and his face moved toward his mother’s. Gina’s lips parted and when Pete’s lips touched hers, their tongues intertwined. They hugged tightly, rubbing their bodies against one another’s.
Marv could feel his mother’s big breasts pressing against his chest and he lost what was left of his self-control. His hands slid down until they were on his mother’s ass, and he began to rub her shapely buttocks. Monique put her hands on her son’s ass and pulled his pelvis tightly against her. When Monique pressed her lips to her son’s, Marv thrust his tongue into his mother’s mouth. His right hand slid up until it cupped Monique’s left tit. He rubbed circles over his mom’s nipple as he kissed her. Monique moaned softly.
Meanwhile, Gina’s hand had found the bulge in her son’s pants, and she rubbed and squeezed it lovingly. By that point, both Pete and Marv were so horny that neither cared who was pleasuring them, or who they were pleasuring.
“Time to switch again,” Monique announced, and broke her embrace with her son.
Rather than going to Marv, Gina smiled at Monique, grabbed the bottom of Monique’s shirt, and began to lift it up over her skimpy white bra. Monique raised her arms to ease its removal. Monique then did the same for Gina to reveal a skimpy black bra. The boys gazed at their moms, stripped down to their bras. They stood, open-mouthed, leering at the sexy women before them. Monique moved in front of Pete, undid her skirt, and slid it down over her hips, revealing her white bikini panties, a white garter belt, and thigh-hi white stockings. They provided the perfect contrast to her milk chocolate flesh. It was the sexiest sight Pete had ever beheld. His erection strained for release.
Following Monique’s lead, Gina dropped her skirt in front of Marv, revealing black bikini panties, a black garter belt, and black thigh-hi stockings. She and Monique were positive and negative of each other. When Gina stepped out of her skirt, Marv wrapped his arms around Gina. The mature white woman and young black man began to kiss and hug again.
The young white man opened his arms and the mature black woman wrapped her left arm around his waist and placed her right hand on the bulge in his pants. Pete pressed his lips to Monique’s and moaned quietly. Using both hands, Monique unbuckled Pete’s belt, unhooked the rivet on his jeans, and slowly slid down his zipper. As their tongues dueled, Monique slipped her hand inside he waistband of Pete’s underwear. When Monique’s hand gently squeezed his erection, intense pleasure flowed through Pete’s body.
Gina glanced over at the other couple, and followed Monique’s lead. She quickly undid Marv’s pants, while Marv slid his right hand up and fondled the cup of Gina’s bra. Gina hooked her fingers into the waistband of Marv’s pants and underwear, and slid them down together. Marv’s ebony erection stood straight out.
“Oh yeah!” Gina said with a smile. She curled her fingers around the stiff black dick and felt it throb in her hand. Gina guessed its length at seven and a half inches.
At the same time, Monique pulled down Pete’s pants and underwear. His white hard-on swung out like an ivory flagpole.
“Oh Lordy!” Monique exclaimed. “Such a nice, big white dick!”
Monique estimated it’s length to be nine inches and proportionally thick. She curled her dark fingers around the vanilla shaft and stroked it. The fingers of her other hand fondled Pete’s balls. Pete moaned. Monique looked over at Gina fondling Marv’s hard cock. Gina was watching her fondling Pete’s stiff dick. The women smiled at each other. Their plan had worked.
Monique kissed Pete on the lips and said, “Take off my bra, baby.” She then turned her back to Pete, who deftly unhooked the clasps. His large hands slid over Monique’s dark flesh around to her stomach and up under her loose bra cups. Monique sighed as Pete’s fingertips brushed over her sensitive nipples. She let the bra slide to her wrists, and then to the floor joining the growing pile of clothes. Pete cupped her breasts from behind and kissed her neck. Monique could feel Pete’s big erection pressing against her back. Next, Pete’s right hand slid down Monique’s body and into the front of her panties. His fingertips moved over her soft, curly pubic hair. As his fingertips slid over her moist lips, Monique moaned and turned to face Pete. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Since the panties had been deliberately worn on the outside of the garters, Pete was able to slide them down over her hips and down her thighs, until they slipped to the floor. She was then nude except for the white garter belt and stockings. Pete gazed at Monique’s neatly trimmed triangle of dense, black pubic curls. He quickly pulled his shirt up over his head and off. Then they were both naked.
In the meantime, Gina had been stroking Marv’s erection while they kissed. Marv reached behind Gina and had difficulty with her bra hooks.
Gina whispered, “Let me help you, honey.”
She stepped away from Marv, and in a moment, had unhooked her bra and flipped it onto a chair. Marv gazed at Gina’s firm white tits and erect nipples. Gina then slipped her panties down until they fell to floor. She stepped out of them, leaving her clad only in the black garter belt and stockings. Marv’s eyes moved downward over Gina’s neatly trimmed, dark brown bush. Gina stepped close to Marv, grasped the bottom of his shirt, and lifted it up and off. Then, they too were naked.
Within a few feet of each other, the nude black mom was making out with the nude white son, and the nude white mom was making out with the nude black son.
“Time to switch again,” Gina announced.
By that point, both sons were enjoying the variety in sharing moms, and were less reluctant to part with their “dates”. Each mom moved in front of their sons and allowed them to drink in the sight of their mothers naked. Both moms were savoring the sight of their son’s athletic, young, naked bodies. The sight of Marv’s stiff chocolate cock made Monique smile. Gina gazed at the long ivory rod sticking straight out from her son’s body. Almost in unison, both moms curled their fingers around their son’s erections and stroked them.
Marv had fantasized about his mother’s big boobs for years, and now they were uncovered, inches from his face. He bent and began to lick his mom’s ebony nipple. Monique moaned softly and continued to stroke her son’s hard-on.
Pete wrapped his arms around his mom and pressed his lips to hers. His hard-on throbbed in her hand, and her nipples rubbed against his chest. He ran his fingers through his mom’s hair as their tongues intertwined.
Gina began to kiss her way down her son’s chest, down his stomach, and down his abdomen, until sinking to her knees before him. Through her bifocals, Gina gazed at her son’s long, stiff cock. She hadn’t seen it up close since before he’d gone through puberty, and now she lovingly examined it. Next, Pete watched in amazement as his mom held his hard-on in her right hand and swirled her tongue around the head five times. When Gina slid her lips over the head of Pete’s cock and down the shaft, she felt it throb in her mouth. Pete ran his fingers through his mom’s dark hair.
Monique said to Marv, “Stand next to Pete, baby, and momma will suck your dick.”
Monique knelt right next to Gina, and Marv stood next to his teammate. Monique grasped her son’s erection and licked up and down the shaft and over the head. Marv shuddered with pleasure.
Both mom’s were kneeling before their sons, sucking and licking their erections. The boys were both looking down and watching not only what their moms were doing to them, but also watching the other mature beauty sucking cock. Both sons discovered that having your mom giving you head greatly increased the intensity of the sexual pleasure. Both young men were rapidly losing control. Marv was pumping his cock into his mom’s mouth and panting.
Gina removed her glasses and tried to carefully flip them out of harms way. She could only take a little more than half of her son’s huge hard-on into her mouth. When the head would, at times, reach the back of her throat, she’d gag just a bit. Her slurping and gagging excited Pete even more. Gina paused sucking her son’s dick, but continued to stroke it.
She looked up and said, “It’s okay to cum in your mom’s mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth.” Then she slid her lips back over Pete’s boner.
With his mom sucking and stroking his hard-on, in less than a minute, Pete felt the tidal wave of orgasm approaching.
“I’m gonna cum, Mom,” he tried to warn her.
Gina felt a geyser of warm cum spurt into her mouth. She happily swallowed her son’s cum. Pete shuddered and moaned and watched his mom suck him dry.
After hearing Gina’s request of her son, Monique said to Marv, “I want you to cum in momma’s mouth too, baby.”
“Yeah, Momma,” Marv moaned.
Monique resumed sucking and stroking her son’s ebony tool.
“Oh Mom… Oh Mom… Oh Mom…” Marv panted with the strokes.
A moment later, her son’s cum pumped onto Monique’s tongue and down her throat. Some of the white fluid dribbled over her full lips and onto her chest. She sucked and stroked until Marv stopped shuddering.
Marv sat back onto the couch, as did Pete. Both were trying to catch their breath.
The two moms looked at each other and smiled.
Gina said to Monique, “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
The women went into the master bathroom together. They moistened wash cloths and cleaned their faces. They used mouthwash, and straightened their disheveled hair.
“Oh my god,” Gina said, “Was that incredible for you too?”
“Yeah, hun… We finally did it!” Monique grinned.
Gina hugged Monique and said, “Your idea worked.”
“Now let’s go get those boys hard again. I still wanna get fucked tonight,” Monique said.
“And maybe get out pussies licked?” Gina smiled.
“I like that idea!” Monique said, opening the bathroom door.
Each mom carried a damp wash cloth back to the living room. They knelt before their sons and cleaned their penises. Gina then placed the wash cloths on a glass topped table.
Monique announced, “We think that the moms would like to have their pussies licked for a little while. What do you say, Gina?”
“That sounds great to me!”
Pete and Marv looked at each other and smiled.
“I guess that’s the least we could do for our moms,” Pete said.
“Well, how do you wanna pair up?” Marv asked.
Monique looked at Gina and said, “How ’bout we start with moms and sons? Me and Marv… Gina and Pete. Then we could switch in a little while.”
“Okay moms, sit on the couch,” Pete instructed.
Gina and Monique sat on either end of the couch, and spread their legs to receive their sons. The moms grinned at each other. Pete sank to his knees between his mother’s legs, and Marv knelt between his mother’s legs.
His mind filled with lust, Marv quickly bent and thrust his face into his mom’s muff. He eagerly ran his tongue up and down her vaginal lips. Monique moaned softly.
Pete wanted to savor experiencing his mother’s pussy for the first time. He and Gina smiled at each other just before Pete ran his fingertips into his mom’s neatly trimmed, dark brown bush. To Pete, his mom’s dense, curly pubic hair felt as soft as velvet. His fingertips moved over her moist vaginal lips.
“You’re making me wet, honey,” Gina said, smiling.
Pete bent, ran his tongue up his mom’s inner thigh, and then kissed his mom’s pussy. Gina felt his lips slide against her vaginal lips. When she felt her son’s tongue begin to explore her clit, she closed her eyes and moaned.
“That feels so good,” Gina purred and ran her fingers through her son’s hair.
At the same time, Monique reached down and used her fingers to show Marv her clit.
“Lick me there, baby,” she instructed.
Marv moved his flattened tongue up and down against his mom’s clit.
Monique moaned, “That’s it, baby.”
Marv then began to slide his index and middle fingers in and out of his mom’s wet pussy.
Monique felt her orgasm approaching with surprising quickness. With her son licking her clit and his fingers thrusting into her, Monique’s pleasure was intense.
“Momma’s almost there, sweetie,” Monique panted.
Then Monique’s body shuddered as a powerful orgasm swept through her. Marv stopped licking, studied his mother’s reaction, and grinned at her.
Monique returned his smile and huffed, “You made your momma cum.”
“I’m glad, Mom,” Marv said wiping her wetness from his face.
Meanwhile, Pete was lapping his mom’s clit and sliding two fingers in and out of her moist muff. His other long arm reached up Gina’s body, and he was rubbing his fingertips over an erect nipple. The pleasure flowed in waves from Gina’s pussy to her brain. The waves became more intense, and Gina began to thrust her wet box against her son’s face.
“Make your old mom cum,” Gina panted. “Lick mom’s pussy… oh I like it like that… a little faster, baby… lick that clit… oh Pete… Aaahhhh…”
The orgasmic waves flooded over Gina and her body shivered with pleasure. She gently pushed Pete’s face away.
“Stop, baby, stop… I get so sensitive.”
Pete smiled at his mother.
“While you two moms were cleaning up,” Marv began, “Me and Pete decided we can call switch too. Whadda ya say Pete?”
“I’d love to,” Pete replied.
Before the moms could say anything, Pete was kneeling between Monique’s spread legs, and Marv was kneeling between Gina’s legs.
Monique smiled at Pete and said, “So you wanna lick my chocolate mousse, huh.”
“I’d like to start with your beautiful tits,” Pete grinned, “May I?”
“Lick’em all you want, honey.”
Monique watched as Pete ran the fingertips of his left hand over her right nipple and the fingertips of his right hand over her left nipple. The contrast of his white fingers on her ebony nipples excited Monique even more. Next, Pete bent and swirled his tongue around one nipple and then the other. Monique’s nipples were quite sensitive, and she loved having them licked by a handsome, young white man. After spending some time pleasuring Monique’s nipples, Pete began to kiss and lick his way downward to the edge of her ribs, where her dark flesh became a concave slope to her flat stomach. The tip of Pete’s tongue glided down the slope, causing Monique to shiver slightly. Pete ran his tongue over Monique’s navel, down her abdomen, and into her dense, black bush. He paused to run his fingertips into her pubes to savor the sensual softness. Then he began to run his tongue up and down the length of her vaginal lips.
“Use your fingers to show me your clit,” Pete requested quietly.
Monique reached down and exposed her clit. Pete ran his tongue over it causing Monique to moan.
“If there’s anything you want me to do differently, or anything special you’d like, don’t be shy,” Pete said and resumed licking the mature black woman’s clit.
“You’re doing amazingly fine, sweetie,” Monique moaned quietly.
On the couch next to them, Marv was kneeling between Gina’s legs, kissing and licking her firm tits. As he licked one nipple, he ran his fingertips over the other erect nipple. He wanted so much to please the sexy white woman. After a few minutes of licking Gina’s nipples, Marv paused and smiled at her.
“Is it okay if I lick your pussy now?” Marv whispered.
“I’d like that,” Gina said softly.
Marv gazed for a moment at the brown pubic bush between creamy white thighs. Then he began to lick Gina’s pussy like it was a vanilla sundae. He smelled the scent of her arousal and felt his cock begin to stiffen again. Gina rubbed her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers as Marv pleasured her.
“Oh Marv, that feels so good.”
Pete put his right middle and index fingers into his mouth to moisten them. Then he slid them between Monique’s dark vaginal lips, and twisted them back and forth. He savored her wetness, and began to finger-fuck Monique as he licked her clit. Monique ran her fingers through Pete’s soft, straight hair, urging his tongue tighter against her clit.
Monique felt a hand running over her upper arm and realized it was Gina’s hand. She turned her head to the side to see Gina smiling at her. She looked at her son lapping the white woman’s pussy.
Gina smiled and said, “We should’a thought of this sooner.”
“Yeah… And I’m about ready to suck more dick. How ’bout you?”
Gina closed her eyes and laughed out loud.
“Marv, stand in front of me and I’ll suck your dick,” Gina said.
Monique said to Pete, “Okay handsome, switch places with me on the couch. I wanna suck some cock.”
Marv looked down at his friend’s pretty white mom, and watched her smile as her ivory fingers encircled his chocolate rod. She then stuck out her tongue and rubbed the underside of the head of his dick on her tongue. He trembled from excitement. When his throbbing hard-on entered Gina’s warm, wet mouth, Marv moaned.
Pete quickly traded places on the couch with Monique. She knelt between Pete’s long legs. Monique curled her dark fingers around the nine inch Italian sausage pointing straight at her face. Smiling up at Pete, Monique licked the swollen pinkish head, up and down the shaft, and licked the large ivory balls. She then slid her full, sensuous lips over the head and felt the big vanilla dick throb in her mouth.
“Oh yeah, angel,” Pete moaned. He’d never seen a sexier sight than the ebony beauty sucking his stiff white dick. He ran his fingers into her soft black hair.
Monique sucked and licked the white behemoth until she thought that it couldn’t get any longer or harder. Then she stood up without ever releasing her hold of the ivory hard-on. She straddled his hips, held the vanilla pole straight up, and lowered her pussy onto it. The mature black woman moaned as she felt the big white dick fill her. Monique raised her hips until she felt Pete’s cock was barely inside of her, and then she sat down hard on it. Her pumping gained speed once she had determined the best distance.
Marv looked over and watched his sexy black mother riding his tall white teammate. The sight excited him even more. He decided that it was time to feel what a mature white pussy felt like.
“I wanna be inside you,” Marv said to Gina.
Gina ceased sucking Marv’s cock and replied, “I like that idea.”
Marv knelt between Gina’s spread legs. Gina moved so that her pussy was near the edge of the couch. Marv aligned his brown boner with the mature muff and pushed inside. The feel of Gina’s warm, wet vagina encasing his throbbing hard-on was exquisite. Marv began to fuck Gina with long, slow strokes.
As Monique fucked him, Pete did his best to lick her swaying nipples. Her dark chocolate nipples stood out proudly from her milk chocolate globes. The sensation was so intense, that Monique was nearing another orgasm. Pete glanced to his right and watched his black friend kneeling between his mom’s creamy thighs, and thrusting his stiff ebony cock into her. He too found the visual exciting.
Monique was moaning in time with her pumping, “Ooohhhh… fuck…me…with… that… big… white… dick…”
Finally she moaned loudly, shuddered, and came a second time. Monique climbed off Pete, knelt between his longs legs, and curled her fingers around his still erect penis. She stroked it lovingly. She then leaned and pressed her lips to his.
Even with Marv fucking her, Gina realized that though Monique had cum, her son hadn’t. Now would be a good time, she thought.
Gina said for all to hear, “Hey, let’s do sons fuck moms!”
Monique agreed, “That sounds real good! Old ladies on the couch.”
“Yeah, okay!” Pete said.
“Long as I’m fuckin’ someone,” Marv said.
Pete gave his place on the couch to Monique, and Marv pulled his boner from Gina and stood. Reclining next to each other, both moms spread their legs and their sons knelt between them. A black hard-on and a white hard-on bobbed in the air.
Gina looked into her son’s eyes, smiled, and whispered, “I wanna feel my son’s dick inside me. I want you to fuck me good.”
Pete returned her smile, aligned his hard-on with her wet slit, and slowly pushed inside.
Gina moaned as she felt her son’s huge tool fill her. She gazed up at the muscular young man who was making love to her. His pecs were sculpted ivory. His mid-section was lean, and his arms were powerful. His inviting brown eyes were moving over her face and body. The fact that this handsome, young hunk was her son made it even more exciting.
Monique grasped her son’s erection and rubbed the head against her clit.
“I know you’ve been wanting to make love to your momma for a long time,” Monique smiled, “I’ve wanted it too. Put that big handsome dick in me.”
Monique guided the head to her opening, and Marv pushed inside. Marv was delighted to find that his mom’s pussy was as every bit as tight and wet as the white woman’s was. He settled into a rhythm, pumping Monique with long, hard strokes. He bent and licked his mom’s erect ebony nipples while he fucked her.
After letting her son fuck her in the traditional position for awhile, Gina said to Pete, “Would you like to fuck me doggie-style?”
“Anything you want, Mom.”
Pete pulled out to allow Gina to position herself on all fours on the carpet. Her son knelt behind her, and admired her firm, shapely ass. He then held his throbbing boner and guided it back into his mom’s wet pussy.
“Ooohhh god… you’re so big,” Gina moaned.
“Glad you like, Mom,” Pete said as he began to pump his hard-on in and out of his mom’s hairy snatch. The feel of her orifice was slightly different in this position, and Pete wanted to savor each sensation. Gina had never been penetrated so deeply before, and was rapidly nearing another orgasm. Pete reached under her and did his best to fondle her nipples as he fucked her. His abdomen slapped against his mom’s shapely ass. Within minutes, Gina’s body shuddered and she experienced another orgasm.
Over her shoulder Gina panted, “I wanna be facing you when you cum.”
“Lay on your back, Mom,” Pete instructed.
Gina rolled over on the carpet and laid on her back with her legs spread. Holding his hard-on, Pete rubbed the head against his mom’s bush, and then entered her wet pussy. Gina wrapped her stocking-clad legs around her son. The mature beauty marveled at the younger man’s control as he pumped her like a piston. Pete didn’t want the lovemaking with his mom to end, but he was losing control and soon felt the tidal wave of orgasm approaching. He pulled out and guided Gina’s hand to his erection.
“Finish me off, Mom,” Pete panted.
Gina stroked the slippery rod, aiming at her body. Spurts of warm cum painted her stomach and breasts. Pete shuddered and moaned as his mom continued to stroke out more sticky fluid.
Gina grinned and said, “That’s it, hun… cum on your naughty mom.”
Pete bent so that he could press his lips to Gina’s. Again, their tongues intertwined. Again, Pete ran his fingers through his mom’s, dark hair. She ran the fingers of her free hand into his hair, now damp with perspiration. Her own son had given Gina the most intense pleasure in her life.
After Marv had been fucking his mom for several minutes, Monique thought they might want to try something different, and her son might be too shy to ask.
“Hey baby, do you wanna put your dick between your mom’s tits?”
Marv panted, “I’d love to, Mom.”
Marv pulled out and Monique sat upright on the edge of the couch. Monique admired her son’s brown erection glistening with her juices. He guided it between her large, firm breasts. She put her hands on the outer sides of her boobs and pushed them against her son’s throbbing tool.
“Slide your dick up and down, baby,” instructed Monique.
Marv began to slide his slick hard-on up and down between his mom’s warm tits. The visual was extremely exciting to Marv. Within moments, he felt the flood rising.
“I’m gonna cum!” Marv announced.
Monique grasped her son’s hard-on and stroked it. Splatters of white cum landed on her firm chocolate tits.
“Oh yeah!” Monique said, “Cum on momma’s boobies!”
Marv shuddered and moaned as Monique stroked out every drop of spunk. Monique then used the head of her son’s cock to smear his cum over her erect nipples.
After some short basking in the afterglow of kinky mom-son sex, Gina, Monique, Marv, and Pete took turns in the bathroom cleaning up. Later that night, Monique and Marv returned to their apartment, where they both slept in Monique’s bed. Gina and Pete also slept in the same bed that night. The black mom and white mom had become their son’s lovers, and had shared their sons with each other. All four were then connected by a secret bond which they could only share with each other. All four drifted off to sleep looking forward to their next foursome.