I tried not to moan from my own pleasure as I stroked my bulge, as I watched the strange black man grab mom roughly by her thick hair, as he began brutally fucking her soft, warm mouth, using her for his own pleasure. We had moved to a small, two bedroom apartment, just the two of us. I watched, wide-eyed, my little pecker hard as a rock, as mom and the black man she had brought home had made out on the couch, his black mouth on my mom’s pink lips, sucking on her soft, pink tongue, tasting the sweetness of mom’s mouth, while his dirty hands squeezed mom’s large, soft tits and squeezed and played with her plump, juicy white bubble butt… Mom was with a man. Damn, she looked good. In the dim light, I could see that mom was not alone. As she turned around to pick up her phone, my cock stiffened in my jeans as I noticed how the dress hugged her plump, juicy ass. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a pair of mom’s panties near the door. In the dim light, I could see that mom was not alone.
