Torrie's Year - Sex Stories

Torrie's Year

... about her son, agreed, grunting as Fat Rob slammed into her from behind. "I bet you make his little white cock hard," Fat Rob said. "Uh! Yes!" Torrie agreed, cumming once more. "Make his little cock hard!" Fat Rob slapping her ass again; he knew how to push her buttons. "Little white boy of yours jacking off to you!" "Ahh! Yes! Yes!" Torrie screamed out. Eddie's 18th birthday was the day before. Torrie was gone most of the day, stripping, dancing, and fucking most of the night. She thought she wished him a happy birthday, but couldn't remember for sure. After the night she had experienced, she didn't care. ******************** Torrie forgot his name. He was one of Fat Rob's friends from out of town. It was 3am. Torrie was sucking his black cock in her living room. They had gone out for dinner and drinks, Torrie feeling slightly tipsy and brave, invited the man into her home. She was happily sucking away at his cock, kneeling in the middle of the room, not truly caring if she got caught. Eddie's eye's shot open in horror. He had been standing there unable to move, paralyzed with fear and curiosity, watching his affectionate darling mother, suck on a long, black cock on the couch in the living room. His pajama pants were bulging, his hand slowly squeezing his erection. She was amazing; his mouth dropping in shock, but in wonder, watching her work that dick all the way into her throat. Just as the black man leaned his head back, ejecting cum into the air, Eddie too, came in his ...

... pajama pants. He snuck back to his room, embarrassed, angry, and ashamed. He avoided his mother the next day, too angry at her, but also angry at himself for being aroused by her display. Things began to crumble. Torrie was having sex with Fat Rob, and sometimes his close friends, in the driveway, in the house late at night, and out on the back deck. She took risks many nights and on one early May weekend, she was caught again by her son. John was on call, working late, at midnight Eddie heard moans coming from his parent's room. The sting of catching his mother giving oral sex still burned, but that unmistakable moan that he imagined her making, in his darkest of fantasies was heard in real life. Sneaking down the hall, Eddie peered into his mother's bedroom, his eyes once again shooting open with shock. There she was in all her glory, doing what she does best. Her back was glistening with sweat, her head was thrown back in ecstasy, and a black man, perhaps the same one from before, was pumping fiercely upward meeting her downward squats on his cock. Torrie climaxed again, her head looking back, seeing her son standing in the doorway upside down. She slowly rose back up, "Excuse me a moment," she calmly said to her man as she leaned into him and kissed his lips. She climbed off his slick cock, hopped off the bed, and walked seductively to her son. "Hey baby," she said, placing her hand on his shoulders, not bothering to cover her nakedness and giving him a full frontal view. ...