Janet Mason
2009·35 min·83% liked·8.6K Views
My boy's always been a good kid, so imagine my shock when two big black thugs dragged him through our front door. They had him by the collar, pushing him down, telling me he owed them ten grand or they’d leave his body on the sidewalk. I saw the ink and the gold chains and knew they meant every damn word. He’d done it again—overpromised, underdelivered—and now mommy had to clean up the mess.
I’m a housewife with next to nothing in the bank, but I know exactly what grown black men like. I told my son to sit down and watch. If he was going to gamble with our lives, he could sit there and learn what it costs. I dropped my shorts, peeled off my panties, and got on my knees in the living room carpet.
They pulled out two of the fattest, darkest cocks I’ve ever seen. My mouth opened on instinct, and that’s when the real stretching started. I bounced between them, gagging, drooling down my chin, feeling my jaw pop wider with every thrust. Rug burn hit my knees quick, but I kept bobbing—wet, sloppy sounds filling the room while my son stared wide-eyed from the couch.
One of them hauled me up, bent me over the armrest, and drove straight in. That first brutal thrust knocked the air out of me. He fucked like he owned me, long punishing strokes that made my tits slap together. The second guy took my mouth again, and for a minute the only noises were the wet squelch of my pussy getting wrecked and the slap of balls against my ass.
They switched every couple of minutes—pounding me doggy, then flat on my back, legs jackknifed against my shoulders. My eyes kept rolling, my tongue hung out, every thrust turning me inside out. I caught glimpses of my boy’s stunned face, but the thick meat stretching my married cunt stole all my attention.
When they finally unloaded it was brutal. One filled my pussy in thick pulsing ropes, the other coated my tongue and lips so it ran down my chin onto my tits. By the time they zipped up, my once-tight hole was a sloppy, dripping mess of hot black cum. Nine months from now, my son might just have a little brother who looks nothing like him.














