“It’s a bit overcast,” replied Troy who couldn’t understand why Donnie tittered.
He looked questioningly at my son who took his hand and said, “I’ll explain later.”
I made myself some late supper and watched some TV, before going upstairs. The light was on in Donnie’s room and I could hear some muffled groans and slurping sound from the room, like someone was giving a blow job and someone else was enjoying it. I smiled as I showered and dried myself before heading to my bed. I shut off the light and for the first time realised how thin the wall was between myself and
Donnie’s room.
The first sounds were the squeaking of a bed and the knock of it against the wall in a rhythmic tattoo, like someone banging a drum. And then I heard Donnie, “Oh my God Troy, oh my God. Oh yeah, stick it in my ass baby, stick it in my ass. That’s so good, I’m loving that fucking huge dick in my butt, stick it me, fuck me good.” My hand automatically reached down for my pussy stroking the warm hole until it was slick as my son squealed more. “Fuck it harder, Troy. Fuck my asshole open. Oh shit my big stud, you’re tearing me… oh fuck me big boy. Nail it open.”
There was something really hot about listening to my eighteen year old son loose his anal virginity to his black boyfriend and I continued to stroke at myself listening to the bang of the bed board and cries of my son. “Oh shit Troy, your cock is so big it’s killing me. No, don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck me harder with your huge schlong. Fuck my pasty white pooper with your huge fucking prick. Rip open my asshole Troy, fuck me, oh my God fuck me.”
The banging got faster and more violent and Donnie’s wails of pleasure got louder and more high-pitched. “Aaahhh, aaaaah, aahhhh, fuuuckkkk, aaaahhh, fuuuucckkk!”
Then the banging went silent and the screams ceased. I was still smiling and touching my cunt as I went to sleep.
*
Donnie was sitting at a kitchen table in his PJs when I zoomed in, still in nightdress and robe myself. I grinned at him, “Has Troy gone? Tell me everything,” I said and poured myself a glass of orange juice before refilling his.
“Yes, he had to go home and get changed before basketball practice,” my son said. Then he grinned wider, “I’m officially not a virgin anymore.”
“Go on,” I giggled.
He smiled, remembering the night. “When we went upstairs to my room I knew he was going to fuck me and I was so ready for it. We started slowly, continuing where we left off downstairs, a heavy make-out session. He’s such a good kisser Mom, so controlling and strong, as he held me close at times I could have just cum there and then. But as we made out I started to feel his cock under his jeans and as stiffened I helped it out and moved my mouth from his lips to it…”
“Was it big?” I asked excitedly, I thought it would be, Troy looked the type to have a giant dick.
My son smiled and held out his hands a long way apart, “Massive Mom, like a log, I’ve never seen one so big.”
“Lucky you,” I giggled, “Go on tell me more.”
“As I was saying it was massive that my mouth could hardly take it, I was getting jaw strain sucking it, but Troy was really getting off on it, moaning and groaning and keeping his hands on my head, helping me down. But just when I thought that he was gonna keep me there until he came he let me go. And then he told me that he had another hole of mine, he wanted to fuck.