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The sun shone through Poppy’s bedroom window as she rose from her bed. Blonde hair reflected the light as it rolled down her bare back, her olive skin also glistened as she walked slowly towards her drawers. Even without an audience, her hips swung with every step causing her chunky ass cheeks to perform a seductive dance. She bent over and reached out to pick out a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra. She pulled her panties over her feet and past her calves, until they rode over her smooth thighs, stretching the lace considerably to form a semi transparent layer on her ass. The bra was gently clasped around her subtle back as the straps looped over her arms. Poppy watched herself in the mirror keenly as she pulled her bra under her tits, the kind of tits she’d overheard jealous women call fake in the past. She was just as god made her though, and when God made Poppy he must’ve had a day off to let Satan take over his shift, because she was built for sex. Her fingertips gripped the edges of the semi transparent lace, stretching it, and guiding it over her soft, pink nipples. The final adjustment was almost made. She positioned her tits so that her delicate bra covered only the very edges of her areole. She grabbed her robe, tied it in her usual manner, leaving a wide opening for daring eyes. Poppy grinned at her reflection. She thought about how she was going to be getting filled with black cock in front of this mirror tonight, with her sons full approval. She headed downstairs and set her plan in motion.
Alex hadn’t slept so well for such a long time. He lay in bed feeling ready for the day ahead. Grabbing his laptop and some tissue he started his usual morning routine. He typed ‘p’ and pressed enter, his laptop browser was trained to his tastes and Pornhub loaded promptly. He scrolled over his recommendations, mainly amateur college sluts taking black cocks. A thumbnail stood out. A young blonde college girl was recording herself as a spit covered black cock was deeply stretching her mouth. She looked like his crush.
Click.
He started to stroke.
As he watched the girl start to struggle to work the cock into her throat while filming herself on her phone he felt it didn’t have the usual appeal it would’ve have, and his cock softened. He scrolled down to related videos of eager college sluts, but it was too late for him, he had been infected with a new addiction. His new poison took over, and in full auto-pilot his hand scrolled over to the search bar and typed quickly…
*Blonde MILF BBC*
He tapped the return key and he could feel his pulse rise as he saw the results. A selection of white MILFs with blonde hair sucking and fucking black cock in so many ways. His cock reached full hardness as he saw one in particular.
Click.
A blonde milf lay on her back, spread across a bed, with two black men kneeling either side of her. She was wearing lingerie, with tall black heels, and her body was similar to his mothers, but not nearly as perfect. She had a hand on each mans briefs stroking gently while looking upwards, admiring their dark muscled bodies. Her fingertips ventured under both pairs of briefs and lowered them slowly, pulling the elastic as far as it could go to release the huge gifts inside. As the two huge cocks were released they swung close to her face. Alex increased the pace of his stroking as she worshipped the black shafts, her tongue rolling over each cock in turn. Her hair was just like Poppy’s and just like last night, his mind easily switched this eager porn star with the image of his mother. Both cocks pushed together and she began kissing and licking the tips, her pink tongue glazing both heads as they touched, until she set her eyes on the lens of the camera, blowing a kiss, her lips shining brightly with thick, white precum. Alex puckered his lips in return as a reflex as he thought of his mothers lips. His chest tightened. He continued watching, imagining his mother starting to take the first cock into her mouth, as she stroked the other, precum covering her hands and spit pouring down her neck. Her tits fell out of her bra as she moved between each cock rapidly, working them back and forth into a hardness that would fill both her holes. Alex was breathing heavily now as his mind ran, and was roughly pulling his cock. His legs stiffened when the men started to tear his imaginary mothers underwear off. As one man lay down on the bed, he pulled her onto his lap, and she happily straddled him. Both men then positioned her to take their thick black cocks at the same time. One cock was placed against her pussy, and the other rubbing against her asshole, both about to enter her together. Alex was so close. He watched her squeal as both black lengths started to push, forcing and sliding into both tight holes. Grabbing his tissues he was ready to come, and as he almost reached climax…
KNOCK KNOCK
“Morning baby, breakfast is downstairs. See you in a minute.” Poppy beckoned him through the door.
Still short of breath, full samsun escort of frustration and still full of cum, he closed his laptop, and got dressed. He took a moment to wait for his boner to go down enough to hide it in his shorts and walked downstairs.
“Morning honey!” Poppy’s smile beamed at him while he joined her at the kitchen table. Taking a seat next to a prepared plate of bacon, eggs, and toast.
“Morning Mom! Thanks for breakfast.”
They sat and ate in relative silence. That was until Poppy finished her plate and leant back in her chair to stretch, pushing her chest out, her large perky tits pushed her bra into view past the edges of her robe. “Got much planned today Alex?”
“Not much mom, I might study for a while and relax.” As he spoke he focused on his plate but looked up and nearly choked. Alex was instantly hard, and short of breath yet again. He looked at his mother and quickly glanced across her tits noticing the lacy bra that was almost transparent at the edges, showing the color and softness of her hidden skin. His frustrated bedroom state had finally subsided, but now he was back in it much worse. A lot worse.
“W…what About you? Are you excited for your date mom?” Alex stuttered, immediately under Poppy’s spell as he stared at the edges of her exposed lace.
“I’m just relaxing today too sweety, and getting ready for tonight! God I’m so excited! But really nervous too though…” Poppy responded vulnerably with another of her white lies. She’d never been nervous about bringing men home, and no black man had ever turned down the chance to fuck her. One text and Michael could’ve been fucking her on that table within minutes, finishing inside her before Alex finished his toast. The thought did cross her mind.
“Why are you nervous mom? It will be great! You can’t cancel!” Alex pleaded, replaying the images of his mother he thought of while stroking his cock in bed this morning. Poppy sensed her son wanted her to get fucked even more than she did.
“Michael is just so young and handsome honey, and well built too. He could have any girl he wanted. He sent me another picture… Look!” As poppy spoke she picked up her phone, gracefully leant over the table and held it in front of Alex.
He looked up taking the chance to steal another glance at his mothers tits. But couldn’t have prepared himself for what he saw. As Poppy leaned forward she forced her breasts into view mercilessly, stretching to make sure her son could see everything. Alex saw her lacy bra in all its glory. He made out her nipples through the material and could see their hardness, his mouth watered. They were perfect, and almost nude. Her robe opened further and he could see down her cleavage until he saw her belly button. His spine stiffened and he felt a drop of pre cum dampen his shorts. Then his eyes continued their wandering journey as he saw her phone.
It was a picture of Michael at the gym. He had no top on. His dark skin shining vividly. Each of his sweat covered muscles stood out, deserving their own photo. But that’s not what made Alex focus. Michael was wearing shorts, but had two bulges! His cock was almost visible as the soft fabric stretched around it. A perfect shape ran down his left leg underneath his gym shorts. Even his wide veins made the fabric contort around his cock. The other bulge was equally as large, and sat beneath the first. His huge balls took up more space then most mens’ cocks. And so much more than Alex’s did.
Alex looked up, then down. His eyes were darting back and forth between his beautiful mother, and Michael’s thick cock. He turned red as he looked at her full lips, imagining her taking it in her mouth, rolling her tongue around his head, a length of drool running down her chin. He looked at her cleavage again and imagined the thick black cock sliding between his mothers tits. It was big enough to fit perfectly, and those huge balls could contain enough cum to cover them both. Alex soon came back to reality as his cock leaked even more pre cum into his shorts and his leg felt wet. Poppy’s conditioning was working faster than expected.
“See baby! He probably will think I’m too old! He’s perfect.” Poppy continued her ruse of innocence, whilst she lowered herself back down into her seat, taking her phone with her. Poppy’s robe remained open at the chest with her bra almost on full display. She pouted longingly at her son with puppy dog eyes. Her loyal boy was about to take her bait.
“You are beautiful mom! And ten times better than any other girl I’ve ever seen. Plus I told you I’d help you get ready too! Michael will want to take you home the second he sets his eyes on you!” Alex was visibly flustered, he stopped himself as he said that, thinking he took things too far.
“Oh baby, thank you for being so sweet. I didn’t think you would want a man taking your mommy home on a first date? Poppy’s voice had lowered and slowed into her seductive tone.
Taking a moment to think of his reply, escort samsun Alex replied clearly.
“I meant what I said yesterday mom. I just want you to be happy. More than anything!”
“Hmm… Well honey, going home with Michael would make me very, very, happy. And if that’s just what you want, I suppose I could let him take me home?”
Alex was almost ready to faint when he heard his mother considering having Michael take her home. His brain was clouded and his cock took over its role.
“But mom, it might be dangerous if you go to Michael’s place, so you should bring him back to our house. I’ll be asleep and you won’t know I’m even here.”
Poppy lifted one hand and casually ran her index finger between her tits tracing the edges of the lace of her bra. Her eyes locked onto Alex’s, and she had set them to stun. He was shaking and she could see he was about to explode.
“Well baby… Seeing as you want me to be happy so badly, and seeing as you’ve been so good to me this week, I promise to bring Michael home tonight. If that’s what you really, really want…?”
Her hand continued to fondle her breasts and hooked under the edge of her bra as her finger ran across one of her nipples.
“But you need to help me get ready, and you’ll stay in your room all night?” Poppy’s eyes twinkled and she bit her lip.
Alex was in pieces, his cock ached like never before, now leaking a steady stream into his pool of pre cum.
“Yes. Anything mom!”
“Oh baby, I’m so lucky to have you. I love you.” Poppy smiled while watching him struggle to hold it together, her finger now running circles around her nipple as he watched her new found cucky.
“You know Alex, you are such a wonderful son. Not many mommies are lucky enough to have sons that want them to bring young black men home to make them happy.”
Alex gripped the base of the chair tightly as he heard her say ‘men’. His knuckles turned pure white as he processed his mother saying ‘black men’. Poppy stood up like a goddess. Before Alex could continue his perverted study of her tits, she walked very slowly towards him, putting on a show, her breasts bouncing up and down, while her hips moved from side to side. Her big ass hypnotizing him. Poppy leant into kiss Alex on the cheek. Her kiss made his eyes roll. She slowly peeled her lips from his face, and moved them into his ear to gently whisper, looking at the wet patch on his shorts.
“Baby, just so we are on the same page…” Poppy paused, waiting, rubbing her lips across his ear back and forth as he stared at her bra, until she knew he couldn’t take any more. She could almost hear his heart beating as she watched his wet patch grow.
“When I bring Michael home tonight…
…
…
…
…
…
… I’m going to fuck him.”
Poppy strutted out of the kitchen as Alex came that very moment. He exhaled sharply, as if he had been holding his breath for days. He looked down at the pool in his shorts and watched it increase in size dramatically, as every muscle in his body shuddered. He had just had the best orgasm of his life, and all it took was his mother’s voice, and the thought of her enjoying black cock.
A while later, Alex had showered, changed, and began to relax the lounge. With the TV playing in the background he sat on his phone and was looking at textbooks he needed and couldn’t afford. He quickly set upon Google to get help and typed his request.
‘Best way to make money in 2021’
All he glimpsed was the top result.
‘Onlyfans.’
Before he could do any research on it he was interrupted…
“ALEX? Are you there hun? I need you to help me pick my dress!” Poppy shouted from her room.
The TV was left playing as he ran up the stairs like a rocket. Poppy snickered to herself when she heard the speed of his footsteps, until he opened her door.
“I’m here, don’t worry mom.” Alex announced as he entered. After his moment of pleasure in the kitchen he felt calm and clear headed. Poppy had a towel wrapped around her body and another around her hair.
“Sit down on the bed! I need you to choose which dress you think Michael will like the best. I’ll go change in the bathroom when you decide. There’s my black dress from my profile picture you like so much! Or I have this new pink one? But it’s very small and tight… Which one shall I try on?” As Poppy asked the question she held up a tiny piece of pink fabric waving it in front of her son’s face.
“The black dress was nice mom but it didn’t show off your curves. If the pink one is tight, it will show off all the hard work you’ve put in with your trainers at the gym!”
Poppy took the pink dress and waltzed into her en-suite. Her son was so predictable. Alex sat, and sat, for almost an hour, until he heard the door open. He turned his head and his jaw dropped.
Poppy tiptoed into the room like he’d never seen her before, until she stopped in front of him, just a foot away, and turned her back samsun escort bayan to him. She wore tall, black stiletto heels, and her legs were bare. His eyes moved upwards expecting to see her dress but it never came, not until the last minute. A thin layer of pink fabric was stretched so tightly across the base of her ass cheeks it was folded into her crack and left nothing to the imagination. When she stopped and posed he could see the muscles in her ass move as her legs flexed. Alex eventually moved his eyes upwards following the tight tube dress, as it hugged her waist and finished beneath her arms. Her body was beautiful and her dress hid nothing. Even her back took his breath away. He saw no strap imprinting in the material and realized his mother wasn’t wearing a bra. His calmness diminished very quickly. Her Blonde hair ran down her back and was curled. She had the face and hair of a film star, but the body and clothes of a porn star. Poppy was perfect. She was perfect just for Michael.
“So Alex Do you think Michael will like this dress? Does it show off my curves like you wanted?” Poppy had her hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed them in front of Alex’s face. Her fake nails dug into her skin as she lifted them and let go. She studied her sons reflection in the mirror as he watched her cheeks bounce. He was speechless, a quivering wreck. Just how she liked him. Poppy ran her hands over her ass. Up. And. Down.
“God, it feels like I’m wearing nothing on my ass at all.” She didn’t expect a verbal reply, but saw Alex shudder.
She then revolved on her tall heels and stopped as Alex’s eyes were level with her stomach. Poppy lowered one of her index fingers and lifted his chin, encouraging her son to enjoy the bountiful view. Alex resisted for a moment knowing he couldn’t handle it, but his mother was in charge and his head lifted as she drew his eyes where she wanted them.
“What about my tits baby? Do you think they look nice enough for Michael?” Alex looked up, his lips trembling as he tried to muster up a response, but no words could come out. Poppy had her hands on her tits and pushed them together. The dress was so tight it barely covered her nipples as it stretched underneath her arms.
“You don’t need to answer baby, I can tell you approve…” Poppy smiled at her son, and looked down towards another wet spot on Alex’s trousers forming on his bulge.
“I think Michael will definitely love it then honey, as you like it so much. It’s so thin though I can’t wear a bra underneath it. You don’t mind if mommy goes on her date without her bra do you?”
Alex looked closer and could see her nipples grow, shown clearly in the thin fabric. Sweat began to form on his brow.
“No mom, I… I don’t mind. You l… Look nice. Y… you are amazing.” He took a second to catch his breath.
“Good boy. And as it’s so tight on my ass too baby, I can’t wear any panties either. Is it OK if mommy goes out to meet her black date with no panties?”
Alex sighed, and imagined Michael’s large hands running underneath her dress stroking her bare ass as they danced. He felt like he was going to come again and began to slow his breathing to stay in control.
“Y… yes mom.”
“Baby, thanks. You’ve been so helpful. And I’m so happy you are home to make me feel special. Michael will be here any minute to pick me up, so it’s time you went to your room. I don’t know what time I’ll bring him home so it’s best you stay there.”
Poppy kissed Alex on the cheek, grabbing her handbag, and walked downstairs. The sound of her stilettos getting quieter and quieter, until eventually, Alex heard the front door close…
Michael stood by his car holding the passenger door open. He took one look at Poppy as she skipped towards him and couldn’t wait to fuck her. As she approached him she put one hand on his chest feeling his body and kissed his soft lips. Michael’s hand rested on her lower back and she couldnt resist. She kissed him again, and again. His tongue pushed its way into her mouth as she started to wrap hers around it in return. Michael’s hand moved onto her ass and stroked it, feeling its roundness. Standing on the drive they both made out as Poppy’s neighbours saw her with another of her lovers. Resisting the urge to take him inside there and then Poppy broke the kiss and made her way into the car.
They walked into the bar as Michael’s arm wrapped around her. She pushed her ass into him as they ordered their drinks. A secluded booth was selected as the perfect location for ther date and they both took their seats.
“You look even hotter in person.” Michael smiled as he complimented her, sipping his drink. Poppy leant over and kissed him again. With Michael’s hand on her thigh she started to lose control. They both made out as Poppy spread her legs and Michael’s strong hand moved to work Poppy’s tight pussy. She was wet when she saw him, but now she was soaked. Their tongues danced and Poppy started to stroke Michael’s cock over his trousers. His cock was thicker than his picture lead her to believe and his length was just how she liked her Black cocks. He was huge when soft and she couldn’t wait and longer to work it to full hardness. She promised her son she would go on a date and technically she did, but now it was time. Poppy doesn’t wait.
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