Mom's New "Black" Boyfriend Pt. 01

It was later than she said. Pushing 2 am, but I heard it. The slow roll of the engine with just a hint of repetitive bass coming in through the window.

I peeked through the blinds and saw the car stop, idle and shut off. The driver emerged into the dark night. Only visible via silhouette from the street light on the far side of the block. Whoever he was, he was huge.

I watched as he casually walked to the passenger door. He reached down and opened it. I watched as he carefully reached into the car and half lifted, half guided mom out of the car.

She swerved to her feet, fully assisted by the large silhouette. As the two slowly walked towards the door, the story began to emerge.

She was drunk. Her skin tight dress had slid halfway up one leg. Her thigh glistened in the porch light, looking wet, not shimmery. Her breasts nearly spilled completely out of the top, pressed tightly by her bra. Her nipples holding in for dear life.

I was still unable to see the features on the man guiding her, but I could tell he was more in control of her than she was. He held her and guided her delicately, but with force.

As he entered the porch light I finally saw him. Blacker than night and more handsome than I ever should have admitted. Large and strong, his shirt clung to his arms and shoulders, each thread ready to burst if he flexed. His hand was wrapped around her waist and his fingers seemed to wrap her entire hip.

As the door know turned I realized I had been staring so long I could no longer escape without being seen. I was hidden, between the back of the couch and the window. I prayed I could stay hidden. I was on my knees crouching. My long, tight t-shirt was the only thing that would keep him from peering at my fully nude body. I couldn't see him being interested even if he had seen me. He was with my mom. A short women with curves that plastic surgery couldn't mimick. Me, I am short, skinny, decent c cups, but they looked young. Nipples pointing more to the ceiling than straight. Moderate hips with a small tight athletic ass. Fit legs, but nothing crazy. I was 18 but looked younger. I had a hard enough time getting guys at school to notice me, let alone this black God.

As the door swung open I held my breath.

"Just one more time" I heard her drunkenly beg. I could smell him now. Musky, with a hint of expensive cologne. As they walked past me and towards the bedroom, he finally spoke.

"We've been at it all night baby. You're drunk now, but if you behave I'll let you suck on it one more time." His voice hit me like thunder. Deep and melodic. Forceful and soft. Mom didn't make another sound.

I slowly climbed back over the couch as they turned the corner. The cool breeze from the air conditioner blew onto my mildly moist pussy as I lay over the back of the couch, legs on either side. I hadn't realized I was wet. Without panties it sometimes sneaks up on you.

I slid down the sofa and got to my feet. As I started towards my room I heard a zipper and giggling. Without thinking I crept past my room and hid in the dark hallway. His burgundy button up shirt was crumpled on the floor. Next to them were a pair of completely soaked through black panties. I peeked around the corner and saw mom on her knees. A silhouette of her head pressed against his torso was the only thing visible. I heard gagging and slobber. I watched as his large hand gripped the back of her head and slid her off of him. His cock kept retreating from her throat, inch after inch. She was finally removed from him and I could see his cock twitch. It twitched again and I watched her head sink down. He shot a thick string onto her face. Over and over. He pulled her by her hair and placed her mouth on his tip and after a few seconds,I heard a loud gulp.

I finally took a second to realize the size of him. He was huge. Long, thick. I made a whimper that I wished I hadn't with the realization. I turned to leave and with a quick glance back I thought I saw shining white eye looking my direction.

I crept towards my room as quickly and quietly as I could. I headed past the kitchen towards my room and I heard it, a loud heavy footstep behind me. I pressed myself against the wall, hidden from him. As I got as thin as I could, my arms pressed against my sides, tightening my shirt over my breasts. Nipples making the fabric hang off. My legs pressed together and forced drops of my own fluid to trickle down my inner thigh. I watched quietly and nervously as he entered the kitchen. Flicked on the stove light, which gave a dim, golden hue to the entire room. I could finally see him and prayed he didn't see me.

The dark God stepped into the light. I felt a quiver through my body as I saw his long muscular arms. His ripped broad shoulders. His chest of perfect hard lines that lead to his amazing, bulbous abs. Finally to his half limp, dripping, cock. Hanging down in front of his thick thighs. Wagging back and forth as he stepped. Longer than it seemed in the shadows. Thicker than I'd ever seen in porn. A wet string of cum still dripping from his tip.

He reached up and opened a cabinet, grabbed a glass, that seemingly disappeared in his meaty hand. He turned slowly and grabbed the whiskey from the bar cart. He turned to walk towards the freezer and it happened. The tickle in my nose. I pressed my hands over my face as hard as I could, but to no avail. I sneezed.

I held my face, hoping against all logic that I could hide now. As I parted my fingers and glanced through, I saw him. Directly in front of me. Towering over me. My eyes to his upper stomach. I looked up slowly. He had a mischievous smirk. In that moment I finally noticed my situation. Pressed against a wall. A 6 foot something naked black man towering over me. My 5'1" self wearing only a thin t-shirt that hung from my perky, hard nipples.

"I thought I had heard someone." His gentle, thunderous voice hit me hard. I felt my mound quiver. "You have been spying on me huh?" He said with a hint of excitement in his voice.

I didn't move. I was mortified. I could feel his body heat hitting my cold skin. His hot breath fell down my face.

"I... I uh..." was all I could manage. He gently placed one of his thick heavy fingers on my lips to keep me silent. I stared straight into his eyes and he stared back. His gaze was so forceful I quickly glanced down and noticed his huge mostly limp cock hung just inches from my stomach. The single drop of cum still clinging to his thick head.

"Be a good girl and get me some ice for my drink sweety." His silky voice sent another chill through my body. More liquid squeezed through my pussy lips and onto my thigh.

He slowly moved out of my way, but just barely. I turned my body towards his and slipped through the small gap he gave me. His cock just grazing my hand and leaving the drop of cum on my index finger.

I slipped past and without understanding why, I did as he asked. I nervously walked towards the freezer. I opened the door and felt the frozen air hit my nipples. Already being so worked up it didn't take more than a second for my nipples to turn to diamonds. Fully pulling the fabric off my breasts and displaying themselves for him.

I reached for the ice and I felt a hot, firm grip on my wrist.

"Hold on baby, there seems to be something on your finger. You wouldn't want me to have a dirty drink would you?" He said softly into my ear. He pulled my finger up and pointed out the drop of his cum sticking to it. He brought my hand in front of my face. His cum just inches from my lips.

"Clean it off first." He slid my finger across my lips and pressed it just enough for me to let it enter my mouth. As his salty cum hit my tongue I felt more liquid build inside me. Instinctively I swallowed the drop. The after taste clung to my tongue.

He released my wrist and let me finish my task. I grabbed the ice and walked them to where he'd set his glass. I placed the into the glass and he reached around me, pressing his body gently against my back. He reached and grabbed the bottle. His other arm swept around my other side and he enclosed me. He popped the top and slowly poured the whiskey into the glass. His large cock gently pressing against my lower back.

"You ever tried whiskey?" He softly spoke directly into my ear. His hot breath flushing down my neck.

"N...no" I whimpered. He took two large fingers and slid them into the liquid. Stirring it slowly.

"It might look scary, but the darker the whiskey, the more refined and powerful." His words hit me hard and my knees quaked. He brought his two dripping fingers out of the drink and slid them through my lips and into my mouth. The taste was only pleasing because of him. I let my tongue slide between his fingers to savor the moment and I felt his cock press slightly harder into my back. He slid his fingers further into my mouth and towards my throat, but stopped right before it became uncomforfable.

" Do you like that?" He whispered.

"Mmhm" I mumbled. He slid his fingers out. I felt him move away from me. As his scent faded my whole body erupted. Moisture oozing from my mound. Nipples harder than I knew they could.

I heard him grab another glass. He filled it part way with cold water and walked back towards me. I hadn't moved and then I saw his huge hand slide onto the counter in front of me. His other hand placed the water glass and he reached for the whiskey. He poured enough into the glass to make a little spill over the edge.

"It's easier with a little water." He lifted it up to my lips and poured some into my mouth. It was softer and the warmth hit my throat instantly as I swallowed. "I spilled some. You should clean that up." He said with a slightly more demanding tone. I audibly whimpered and turned to look at him. I looked directly at his chest and then let my eyes drift up towards his. His face was sternand I knew he really wanted me to clean it.

"I need a rag" I whimpered.

"Go then" he said forcefully. He didn't move. His arms still on the counter to either side of me. I had to crouch down and try to slide under. As I lowered myself his cock came within inches of my face. I Couldn't help but stare at it. Still mostly soft, but thick and heavy looking. Veins throbbed throughout and the musky odor from earlier was stronger than ever. I could feel him watching me stare at it.

After I'd slid past, I grabbed the rag from the sink and went to the spill. He stood there and silently watched as I wiped up the mess. I could feel his eyes scanning every inch of my body. After I'd placed the rag back in the sink I turned. He was right there. Both drinks in hand. He held mine to my lips and poured more into my mouth. I could feel a little warmth and calmness slither through my body.

"So... you're Monica's daughter huh? I thought she said you were 18? What's your name?"

"Nikki... and... I... I am 18." I squeeked.

"You don't look like it. Then again I can't tell with that shirt covering your curves. I think I need proof, or else I could be in serious trouble for standing here naked in front of you."

At the word naked, I couldn't help but scan his body again. Muscles shimmering in the dim light. Cock hanging menacingly between his thighs. As my eyes met his again he smirked. "I can show you my Id if that helps." His huge finger again pressed against my lips.

"Shh." He whispered. "Id's can be faked. I know how to tell for real." He winked after almost chuckling out his words. He stepped closer. "Spin for me... slowly" He demanded. Making me feel like I didn't have a choice.

I slowly turned. As I turned my back to him I felt his hot, large hand grab my left hip. With firmness he stopped me dead in my tracks. He gripped me hard, but not painfully. His hand gripping from my back dimple to my crease. Settling just inches from my pussy. His other hand grabbed my right shoulder. He firmly pulled my hip backwards and my shoulder forward and down. Bending me at the hip. Back arched.

I lent forward and could feel my shirt slowly ride up over my butt cheeks. Cold air sliding between my thighs and over my mound. Interacting with the moisture and chilling me. I could tell he could now see my full ass. Fully formed right in front of him. My toes barley clung to the floor as his strength effortlessly lifted and posed my body. He seemed to growl.

"Maybe you're right." He said with a hint of excitement in his voice. He lifted my shoulder back up and pulled my hip towards him. He pressed my ass against him. He cock again pressed firmly against my back. Larger, hotter. He pulled my shoulder further and pressed my whole body against his. My chest arched out, pulling my shirt tight. He looked down over my head and stared intently at my brests and rock hard nipples. I looked up at him and saw him licking his lips hungrily.

He softly released me. As I stepped away and turned to face him I noticed his massive cock had grown more. His head hovering further from his thigh. His veins pulsing heavily as his body flooded his cock to lift the massive unit.

He reached for his drink and as he sipped it, seemingly on purpose, he spilled some down his chin. It dribbled down his neck and chest and finally down his hardening cock.

"Shit... I think you need to clean that up as well." I stuttered something that not even I could comprehend. Watching the liquid roll down each hard muscle. Down the whole length of his thick long cock made me almost fall over. Once my mind focused again I leaned towards the sink. His huge hand pressed into my side and stopped my momentum.

"Not like that." His face was serious. Looking like I needed to obey or else.

"Then h... how?"

"With this." His hand slid up my side, pulling my shirt up with it. Barely exposing my pussy to the world. His hand gently caressing against my breast. Sliding up my neck. He quickly gripped my face from below and squeezed until my lips parted. He reached a free finger into my mouth and pressed it against my tongue. He didn't need to explain further.

With his grip on my face he lowered me down. He pulled my face to just above his cock. He let go and gripped the back of my head. Pressing it closer to his body. As I inched closer my tongue slid out of my mouth until it touched his pelvis. The whiskey dripping down my tongue, he guided my head up his torso. Making me lick every drop. Up his chest. Up his neck, only stopping me as I neared his lips. I was aching at this point. I wanted him to kiss me so badly. So passionately. He pulled me away from him.

"Now what about that?" He glanced down at his dripping mostly hard cock and back at me.

My face must have been fearful. He laughed when he say it. "Not yet baby." He reached his hand under my shirt and pulled it, and me, closer to him. He used it to wipe the whiskey off his hard cock. Stroking it slowly and allowing it to poke my stomach as he did.

"Looks like I ruined your shirt. We need to go get you changed." Without waiting for a reply he grabbed my hand and walked me down to my room. His huge cock bouncing back and forth as we walked. Mesmerizing me. We stepped into my room and he told me to find an outfit that I thought he'd like.

"If you disappoint me then I might need to punish you." He said with only a hint of joking.

I slipped into my closet and took off my damp shirt. I could smell the whiskey on it and I held it to my nose. I savored it. Afterwards I looked through my outfits. Searching in vain. My mind couldn't focus. I was lost already. As I rifled through my clothes I didn't notice him. He'd been standing in my door frame, watching my naked body with hungry eyes. I was on my knees rifling through my drawers when I noticed. He took up the whole door frame. He watched me slowly turn to face him. As I did he stepped in. Closer and closer. His hand gripped my face again and he lifted it to the tip of his massive cock. He pressed my lips against his head and slowly forced my lips to part. He slid into my mouth. Filling it instantly.

"Too long snowflake." He started moving my head around, making my head his personal fleshlight. In and out. Into my cheek. Down my throat. He just kept making me do what he needed me to. Faster and deeper down my throat. Over and over until he blew. Shooting cum into my mouth while stuffing himself down my throat. I gagged and spit some cum through the small opening I had. Drooling it down my chin and onto my perky breasts.

He pulled it out and with one hand on my cheek, he slapped his cock across my face.

"Clean it up!" He nearly shouted. He stuffed his head back into my mouth and I sucked hard until every drop was in my mouth. I swallowed hard. He used his cock to sweep up all the cum and drool that fell onto my tits and stuffed that into my mouth. Swallowing again I could see he was pleased with me this time.

I don't know why that made me feel good. He was my mom's boyfriend and had obviously just had sex with her tonight. I'd seen him get a blow job from her earlier and yet I only wanted to please him.

I leaned forward and sat on my heels. My palms pressed against the floor. Breathing heavily. Staring up at this stallion of a man who had just violated my mouth. He looked proud. He reached over me and grabbed a thong and dropped it in front of me. "Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen." He commanded.

I slipped on the tight thong and headed back into the kitchen. He sat on a bar chair by the island and watched me come into the room. My tip still sticky and wet. His cock dripping with cum and still partially hard. He stopped me before I could sit with his hand. He looked me up and down and turned me. Staring at every inch of my nearly naked body.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked casually. He took a sip of his drink and motioned to my drink.

"No... I..." I stammered.

"Good enough." He said and winked at me. "You've never had anything like this then" he motioned to his gigantic cock. I took a long drink. Letting the whiskey wash over me.

I placed the empty glass down and as I leaned against the counter to let the whiskey settle I felt his hot heavy hand slide down my back. He slid over my ass and let a finger slip between my ass cheeks. He kept moving until his finger pressed against my opening. Only a thin piece of wet lace stopped him from being inside of me. He pressed softly and felt around my hole. His slid his finger past the fabric and moved up and down my entire gash. Letting his finger soak up all the juices. He pulled it out as I quivered with heat. He stuck his finger directly into his mouth and sucked the juices off. He then gripped the back of my neck and forcefully pushed me down onto the counter. My feet barely touching the ground. He held me there and stood up. His free hand reached around my thigh and before I knew he was rubbing me hard between the legs. His fingers expertly hitting spots I didn't know I had. Moving to new spots right as I was about to explode. I could feel moisture just flowing down my legs. He wouldn't let me cum though. As I got as close as I could he pulled me up by my neck. Pulled me into him. His cock was stiff again and stood against my side. Standing well past my hip and into thin air. He used my moisture on his hand and rubbed it all over his cock. Making it glisten.

"Take them off" He growled. I slid my thong down past my hips and pulled the floss thin string out of my ass. It dropped to the floor. A pool of lace and juices making a puddle between my feet. He quickly spun me around and lifted me by my hips. Setting me on the counter and stepping between my legs.

"This is mine now." He demanded, placing his thumb right at the edge of my opening. He stepped closer and let his solid cock press against my hole. He moved it up and down my slit. Hole to clit and back. His head was soaked.

"Let's see if you're as tight as you look." He winked as he spoke and my body was gushing. He pressed. And pressed and pressed. He finally broke in. Just a little, but enough to make me squirm. His cock was hot. Thick and pulsing. He pressed further. Going in slowly and backing out. Then again and again. Going deeper each time. His girth was already stretching me, but it felt way better than it hurt. I had to let him go, I couldn't disappoint him.