My Friend's Mom: The Black MILF - Sex Stories

My Friend's Mom: The Black MILF

... center she managed and wanted me to come. I told her that I would come and she turned around and started walking to her car. I was hypnotized watching her ass move side to side. I suddenly came up with an idea and ran up to Ms. B. I told her that if she needed any help that she should call me and gave her my cell phone number. She did not look too thrilled about the idea and reluctantly typed in my number. When I got in my car a gave myself a fist pump for the great idea. It was 11:00 am and I still did not hear from Ms. B about the party. I was starting to worry until around two she called me and asked if I could help her around seven. I told her yes. I was finally was going to be alone with Ms. B. This was something I had imagined for years. I arrived at the event center and to my surprise I was not the only one there. There were six other f****y members already there decorating. I spotted Ms. B she was wearing a t-shirt, jeans and basketball shoes. She still looked amazing. I went over to ask her what she wanted me to do. &#034Do you feel like doing me a favor?&#034 Ms. B asked. &#034Sure,&#034 I said. She then handed me a list of items that she wanted me to get. I looked over the list and there had to be well over fifty items that you couldn't find at an average supermarket. I got in my car around 7:30 and spent most of that night going around town getting everything on the list. This was extremely hard with a lot of stores already closed. It was 11:30 when I got ...

... everything on the list. I called Ms. B and she told me that she was still at the event center. I arrived at the center at midnight and began unloading the car. Ms. B came out and helped. When we finished getting everything out of my car Ms. B thanked me. I was about to go home until Ms. B asked, &#034Did you get a chance to eat anything?&#034 &#034No,&#034 I replied. &#034I cooked some pasta for everyone who came and helped. I could make you a plate if that's okay&#034 &#034That sounds good,&#034 I said. Ms. B said, &#034 I didn't get a chance to eat either. Why don't we eat together in my office?&#034 I agreed. Me and Ms. B got our food and went upstairs to her office. Ms. B sat down in a chair behind her desk. I was sitting across the room, in a chair in the corner of the room. We sat in silence for the first few minutes until Ms. B tried to make conversation. &#034What ever happened to you and that sweet girl you went to the winter dance with?&#034 Me and my date picked up Jay the night of the dance and that is how Ms. B knew about her. &#034We went out for a few months but broke up,&#034 I said. &#034That unfortunate, I really liked her. But she was not you type,&#034 Ms. B said. Seeing a chance for playful conversation I asked, &#034So what is my type then?&#034 &#034Well you are a very passive person and you need a woman that can be aggressive.&#034 I said, &#034I'm not passive.&#034 &#034So why are you sitting all the way over there?&#034 Ms. B then got up out of her chair and ...