What friends are for - Epilogue - Sex Stories

What friends are for - Epilogue

... could talk. "But I told them it wasn't him. That's right Sammy I let him go, after he killed your daddy. Then I fingered myself in the car before coming home." She finished before Mark increased his speed, fucking her harder. Thank you, mommy! I love you! Sammy fell backward, landing on his back. With everyone looking down at him Sammy shoved his fingers back into his ass, and tugged faster and faster until his cum shot across his chest and face. As they laughed at him, the front door clicked and opened. *** "The guest of honor has arrived! Come here and sit down! Take your pants off!" Mark laughed as he greeted the dirty homless man. Shaking hands with Mark then giving Sam's mother a long kiss he stepped over and sat down near Sammy. "So uh, you da wife of that honky I killed?" Stix asked as Sammy's mother sat down next to him, rubbing this thigh. (At some point during the conversation they learned his nickname was Stix) "Yes sir, my queer son and I both noticed how hard it made you too." She explained, reaching under his sweatpants to grab his cock. Slowly jerking it until it became hard, the tip pushing against the fabric forming a wet spot. "Dat da fag?" Stix asked, pointing to Sammy laying on the floor fingering himself while a friend stood over him getting ready to piss. "Yeah I wont beat around the bush, we would love to see you kill the little faggot. Send him on to see his loser of a daddy." Mark said, smiling. Sam's mother dropped to her knees, pulling Stix' pants ...

... down letting his large cock spring free. Sammy came out of his orgasm filled daze to see his mother on her knees in front of the man who killed her husband. As his friends piss splashed across his chest and face, Sammy's cock had already started returning to life. No fair! I want to suck his cock too! Sammy thought before quickly crawling over. "You killed my dad." Sammy said flatly. Everyone in the room quieted down to hear what Sammy had to say. "Yeh I killed that stupid cracker, felt good too." Stix admitted. Several friends fist bumped and laughed. Stix reclined more, giving Sam's mother better access to his big smelly balls. "It felt good?" Sammy asked, sitting beside now mother now, looking up at the black man's big cock. "Hell yeah it felt good! And it'll feel good when I do you too." Stix said to the cheers of Sammy's friends. Fuck I can't believe I'm doing this! Sammy thought before nearly pushing his mother out of the way, his mouth and tongue going to work on his black balls and cock. "Suck it good, faggot." Stix said, holding the back of Sam and his mother's heads as they worked his cock. "After I snuffed his ass I went to the park to bust my nut." Stix said, telling everyone. "I wish we were all there, we would have cheered you on!" One friend said. "Hell yeah we could have pissed on his corpse together!" Another friend added. "We only just flushed his ashes a few nights ago." Mark said. Working his cock up and down, Stix raised his hips before moaning, shooting ...