People see us together. I am a young black dude and I stroll around with this older "fox." Women want to be her for all women her age would not mind a younger black dude wrecking them in bed every night. Men wish they were me because they look at her body and it makes them drool.
"So how did you guys meet?" We get asked that a lot. I never give an honest answer. The only person whom I have ever given an honest reply to is the one writing this story. If you are done reading this please let me know how many of you actually believe all this to be true. Id love to hear your thoughts.
November 1994
I was flown into USA from Rwanda in November 1994. My parents were ethnic Tutsi who were butchered by Hutu militia during the Rwandan genocide. I was the orphan who was adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Ryan and Diana Thompson. The Thompson's were Church going American couple who had struggled to have a child of their own. Finally they had searched through adoption catalogs and decided to have me flown over as their only child. I was four years old when I landed. I kept crying for my real mother whose memory is no longer in my mind. My earliest memories are of the house in Annapolis MD and the toys and balloons that were there for my welcome. I remained hysterical for the first few weeks and a child psychologist worked closely with Diana to calm me down. Then my life was taken over by toys and there was total bliss.
Nights were particularly hard on me. I felt like something bad will happen if I sleep and when I fell asleep, I would wake up screaming and shivering. Diana would come from her bedroom and sleep in my bed just to calm me down. With her next to me my sleeping pattern improved and I was able to get off of the sleep and anxiety medication I had been placed on.
Eight years passed so fast that soon, I was a twelve year old sleeping with Diana in the same bed. The visiting child psychologist suggested that I sleep by myself and to be honest, we tried it for a month. I would wet my bed occasionally and all my sleeping problems came back. I had to get back on sleep medication and this time, Diana ignored professional advice she was getting from the child psychologist and we started sharing the same bed all over again.
December 2003
I was thirteen when Ryan's cancer took him. Diana was as much relieved as she was sad because his last few days in the hospital were quite painful. When the entire family gathered for his burial, she played strong, not showing much emotion except occasional tears. When they left, she broke down. She took all their family albums, surrounded herself of their earliest photos and spent time drinking and sobbing. I took her in my arms and held her just like she had held me when I had landed, broken and shattered. Beyond 2003, there was no reason for us to sleep separately. She needed my presence as much as I needed hers. During that difficult year, we formed a mother and son "click" that was so strong and mutually comforting that even real sons may not have it with their biological moms.I moved into the main bedroom and we went through that difficult time together.
August 2006
I was sixteen and raging with hormones now. For the last few years, I had started to notice things about Diana that had never crossed my mind. Before coming to bed, she would loosen her short blonde hair and then wear this pink tank top that was cut pleasingly low. During sleep, she would occasionally roll over to face me and her deep cleavage would be virtually inches away from my face. I would study the smoothness of her neck and pay close attention to the upper swells of her breasts as they would rise and fall with her breathing. I imagined myself rolling on top of her and pinning her down and kissing her neck. These thoughts would make my erection grow strong under the blanket and I would stroke myself while laying right next to her.
Soon my "mother" was now the queen of my masturbation fantasies and I was violating her in my mind in my most personal fantasies ever. Yet when I had blown my load and returned back to reality, I would feel quite disgusted and angry with myself. "What kind of a man am I becoming who thinks of his mother in that light? In order to comfort myself and restore my sense of ego, I would have to tell myself, "Well she is not my real mother." This would be a very depressing thought for it would take me back to my real mother who was not even in my memory. Bouts of sexual arousal, followed by masturbation and swings of depression started to define my mid-teens and mom was worried.
She decided not to get me professional help. It did not occur to her that she was being studied while she slept for she had always seen me as her little boy. Secondly, she suspected that psychologist will insist on separating our bedrooms and her mothering instincts would not allow that. Finally, after the death of Ryan, she needed a young man sleeping by her side as much as I needed a mother in bed so it was a "click" that no one but us would understand. She felt that she could manage and guide me through my teen years.
September 2007
I remember 2007 because this is when things got really odd between us. I was in bed and she was brushing her teeth in the bathroom. The long tank top dropped all the way to her thighs and while brushing her teeth she slid her panties down her firm legs and stepped out of them. It never occurred to her that I had seen her. My mom now stood in the bathroom in nothing but a long tank top brushing her teeth while I sat in the bed observing her figure.
She was a very nicely formed woman though in her own mind she would consider herself heavy. She used to go running and that gave her strong legs with well developed calves.Yet I thought her best asset was her chest because her breasts were a massive burden that she carried around. I had picked up her bra once and it was 38-E. That night she slid into a different pair of panties and then came and slid under the blanket next to me. I was reading a book.
"Turn off the lamp when you are done sweety!" She said and then closed her eyes. It did not take long for her to sleep and soon she was breathing heavily unaware of the arousal she was causing in me. I explored her neck down to her deep cleavage, formed by those massive breasts pressed together. This time the V-neck of her tank top was lower than before and the cleavage never ended. At that moment I realized that there was no other woman in the world I craved for as much as this one. I wanted her badly that night and did not know how to ask for it.
I shook her shoulder. "Mom!" I whispered but she just moaned and kept sleeping. I shook her with a little more urgency and she said, "Whats up?" without even opening her eyes. "Mom ... Can we please cuddle tonight? I need to be held." I said. It had been years since she actually held me in bed to put me to sleep and this was no longer a routine request. She never opened her eyes and yet her facial expression showed that she had figured me out. "Turn around and go to sleep." She said in a low, cold and disapproving voice.
I felt ashamed and embarrassed and obeyed. I thought it would be so hard for me look her in the eye the next morning but things got back to normal and she started acting like she did not even remember that brief moment.
June 2008
I was eighteen and felt like a man. I had channeled my frustration into lifting weights and was starting to put on muscle. As I got stronger in the gym, testosterone also went up and so did my lust for women. Diana had started to date this dude called Gavin and I hated the man from the core of my heart. He was tall and lean with a squared jaw and deep manly voice. I could tell that mom was really into him because everytime he was around she would start acting so chirpy and animated as if she was a totally different person. His presence would bring out this excited young girl in her and that made me very jealous and insecure. I remember the time we had our first serious fight. It was about this mother fucking son of a bitch. He took something from me that night that would have a huge impact on my life for many days to come.
Mom was going out with him on a dinner date and that was not unusual. She had gone out with him a few more times but this time it just seemed different. She got this new red dress that was extremely figure hugging. For the first time I noticed that mom had a waistline much smaller and curvier than I had always attributed to her though I had lived with her since childhood. When your waist is so narrow and your breasts are so large then you would look like a platinum haired porn goddess and that is what she looked like. Furthermore she had kept her neckline low to flaunt her cleavage as she knew that her breasts were heaven sent. He had wanted to see what they would look like and that night she had dressed provocatively just to show him a glimpse of what he had been dying to see. I saw her checking her lipstick in the mirror and I hated her for it. There was a sudden burst of arousal for I had never seen this woman look so hot and the fact that it was for that bastard made my blood boil.
"So how do I look?" She asked. "Be honest."
"You want me to be honest?" I stared at her breasts and then back at her face.
"Be completely honest ok. I am nervous."
At that moment I took her from her waist and pulled her into me. She allowed me while looking at me in the eyes. "You look so lovely I could eat you." I said and then nibbled her neck, planting a kiss.
She laughed and then grabbed my cheeks like I was still a kid. "Take care of yourself ok. There is lasagna in the fridge." With that she left me and walked out of the door.
I ate alone thinking what lucky bastard he would be if he got her in bed. That thought made me very jealous and uncomfortable and I assured myself that things would never go that far. After I was done eating, I played nintendo for a couple of hours and soon it was eleven at night and no sign of her. I thought I needed to call her to check up on her. When I picked up the phone to call, there was already voicemail from her waiting for me.
"Ralph hon. I won't be back tonight.Eat well and sleep tight. I will see you tomorrow." Click.
I went and collapsed in the bed. I had never slept alone in my whole life and the one woman I shared my bed with was in another man's bed. Furthermore, he would be exploring her in ways that I never could. I felt like a total failure and unworthy of any woman's love. How could she leave me, her child, for this pathetic bastard? After all these years, one man walks into her life and she ditches her son? I was never her son! Who did I belong to and what did I mean to her?
Such thoughts were followed by what he would be doing to her in bed. All the things that I wanted to and never could, this fucking son of a bitch was doing with her at that moment and there was nothing I could do. No one to share my pain and my loneliness? One moment, I would be a neglected child and the next moment, I would be a jealous lover burning in my own rage. I went into the closet and took my anger out on her clothes. I totally wrecked her closet that night and then went and slept on the couch.
When she came in the next morning, the door swung open and she walked in all blushing and disheveled. I could tell that she had sex with him and she loved it. She found me shirtless sitting in the couch and playing nintendo. I totally ignored her "hi" and continued to play as she went into the bedroom. There she found the wrecked closet and signs of the tantrum I had thrown.
"Oh my god Ralph? What happened?" I heard her say as she started to collect the mess. I totally ignored her and continued killing enemy soldiers on my nintendo screen. The magnitude of pain she had caused me that night became apparent as she collected her belongings and put them back on the shelf.
"Ralph? I am so sorry hun." She came from the room and tried to look at me while I ignored her and played nintendo. "I knew last night could be hard on you but ... I am so sorry."
She tried to touch my shoulder and I snapped. Dropping my nintendo controller, I stood up and grabbed her forcefully by the arms and pushed her into the wall. The sheer strength took her by shock and she looked at me with wide eyes as I spoke into her face. "If anyone touches you the wrong way again, I will choke him to death. I will not care if I end up in jail for the rest of my life but I will run him down with my car!"
For the first time it occurred to her that she was not dealing with a neglected kid anymore. She was up against a powerful animal who was so insanely overprotective of her that he would actually kill any man who touches her. She had felt my physical strength and then she looked at me naked and shirtless burning in rage and to my surprise, she found a certain sense of self-protection in that fit of madness. It frightened her and touched her at the same time. She took my face in her hands and brought it to her lips and started planting kisses all over my face except my lips. The next instant she embraced my so tightly like she wanted to mash herself in me, breasts pressing into my chest as he hands massaged my naked back..
"It is alright hun! I am here. Just relax ok?"
Soon she was cooking cheese omelette and potatoes and I found myself eating one of the best breakfasts she had ever made.
July 2008
"So you do not like it when a man takes interest in me?" She asked me while I was laying in bed working on my new laptop.
I did not respond. I just kept working, clicking away.
"Hey!" She slapped the back of my head playfully."Mr. Jealous! I am talking to you."
"What mom?"
"Can mommy find a man or no?" She raised the sheets and slid under them next to me.
"Sure. Go ahead. I don't care." I said and she slid even closer.
"And are you sure you won't chase him away?" She placed a hand on my bicep as I typed on my laptop. I remained silent. "It really bothers you doesn't it?"
I looked at her and she had the faint smile on her face like she had figured me out. She had understood that deep down, I was a jealous lover and she had just accepted that. At that moment, laying in bed, she looked at peace with this realization as she looked at me with admiring eyes. Looking at her like that started to give me a boner. I felt that I could open up about my lust for her and won't be chastised. I may be rejected but will not be punished. The moment took over. I roller over on my side, slid an arm under her and pulled her into me from her waist. "You want to know something mom?" I asked her.
"What is it?" She brushed my hair off of my face.
"I can not forget that night that you left me and went away with him."
"God you wrecked the whole closet!"
My grip around her waist tightened as I brought her closer into me while gazing into her lovely eyes. "Yes. It really bothers me."
"Why so?"
"I feel like they will give you pleasure that will make you kick me out of your bed. You are the only world I have ever known moma. I have no one but you and to have this taken away from me would be like ... I will have nothing in the world after that."
I was wearing sleeveless and she started to feel my arms. "You know you were so tiny when we got you here. Look at you now all grown up. You are so strong and muscled up..." I interrupted her by kissing her in the neck. It was a wet kiss and after that I started licking and nibbling her neck while rolling over on top of her. She moaned and kept caressing my hair as I nibbled on her neck. Soon my face was buried into her cleavage and I was licking and kissing it and she just allowed me. She was wearing her usual pink tank top that left the upper swells of her globes exposed and I was kissing and licking on them like a worshipful son.
When I was done with her cleavage worship, she was a very aroused woman. I removed my sleeveless t-shirt and dropped down on her once again. This time I kissed her deeply in the mouth and she opened it to take my tongue in. Her hands explored my naked back as she practically she.inserting her tongue as deep as she could. We were both moaning into each others mouths in the deepest french kiss ever. During our deep kissing, my cock had become so hard that I was sporting a tent in my Bermuda shorts. I broke my kisses and rose up on my knees. Then I took the Bermuda off and held my throbbing hardness in my hands.
"God! You really are a man." Mom laughed as she looked at my hardness. Then she reached out to me with her hand and touched my stomach, running her hands down avoiding to touch my cock while she looked at it with worshipful eyes. "Tell me. What makes me worthy of such arousal?"
"I have had a thing for you since a few years now." I replied.
"More so than the girls in school?" She asked.
"I would never trade you for anyone." I replied and she laughed while blushing.
"For this I will have to give you a blow job." She said and rolled me over so that I was on my back and she was on top. Then she slid down my naked body and stopped right at my hard cock that was pointing at the ceiling. During this time, gravity had made the neck of her tank top fall away from her chest and I could see those massive round orbs swaying inside the tank top as she spat on her hand and started to stroke my manhood. Intense sensations began to originate from my cock and began to travel up my body. She would reach up with her hands, pinch my nipples and then go back to deep throating my cock with her saliva.
"Oh my god mom! Please." I begged her to stop for I was afraid that the arousal she was causing was so intense that it would make me cum in my mouth.
When she stopped, I pulled her up to me and we kissed each other as I rolled her over. The tank top was coming in the way. I began to rip it off of her body exposing those massive 38 E cup breasts that I always dreamed about. They were so full, heaving with her breathing as my mother's red nipples stood proudly on her chest. For a second I just looked down at her chest mesmerized by those melons for they were a sight beyond any porn I had seen. Knowing that I was captivated, she raised her arms up above her head while breathing in and they swelled up in the most magnificent manner possible. I dropped my head down to them and began to suck on those nipples, alternating between one and the other pulling them as deep into my mouth as I could. She just lay there and kept moaning as my mouth went from one breast to another.
Soon I was separating her thighs and positioning myself in between to enter her. "Do I need protection?" I asked.
"You wont get this mama pregnant." She replied. "If that was possible, we would never have met dumbo." She laughed as she guided me into her. I realized what a stupid question I had asked. Diana was unable to have a child and that is why she got me. I pushed myself into her opening her tightness as I went in. She pulled me down to her and began to kiss me in the mouth like my tongue was hers. As I went deeper into her, her left hand clenched into my back while the right one went exploring its way down until she was holding my ass pulling me in.
We moaned into each others mouths as I went into her all the way up to my hilt. "God I am fucking you mom. I have always wanted to kiss you in the mouth while fucking you." I said as I started to fuck her with smooth deep strokes while she pulled me into her. Her large breasts swayed back and forth underneath me as I rocked her in bed occasionally kissing her mouth.
"Oh my god I have never been fucked like this." She gasped as I went harder and harder, my balls slapping against her ass causing the bed to rock and squeak underneath us. "Give it to me baby I am going to cum all over your cock!" Her breasts were swaying so much and I dropped below to take a nipple in my mouth. The moment I sucked on her massive tit, she erupted into a loud, screaming orgasm. It was so loud like she did not care and I kept pounding and pounding as she twisted in waves of pleasure under me.
I was about to cum when I realized that she was already spent. I withdrew my pulsating cock from inside her and held it in my hands, preventing myself from exploding. Once I was in control of myself she opened her eyes and looked at me. "I must say that no one in my whole life has taken me to this level."
"I am not finished with you." I said.
"Oh I am sure." She laughed as she looked at my cock. "Would you like me to ride you to the finish line?"
"Yes."
She then made me lay on my back while she swung a leg around me. Her massive breasts swayed inches from my face while she descended, taking me into her slippery wet cunny. I grabbed her waist to balance her and soon she was sitting on me upright with my hard cock all the way into her. Then she placed her hands on my chest and started to go up and down fucking me into the bed with all her weight. Those massive boobs looked amazing as they swung freely in the air as she fucked me senseless like I was her stallion. My hands went from the curve of her waist to her ribs just under her tits and soon I was lifting them up while she fucked me. She was bringing me so close to the edge that I knew I would not be able to withstand this pounding anymore. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her into me, mashing her boobs into my chest. Holding her into this tight embrace, I rolled over on top of her and thrusted myself as deep into her as I could and then shot my load. It was one powerful eruption after another, each testifying to the lust that was building inside me for the only mother I knew. When it was over, we were both spent.
"You know you made me orgasm the second time?" She said as I rolled over from on top of her.
"I loved every minute of it mom."
"You know if you are going to fuck my brains out like that then you better stop calling me mom. I am Diana." She then rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. "Your Diana."
Once my head started to clear, I realized the true magnitude of her words. Did this all mean that I will not have a mother? If I was never to call her that then who would be my mother? Why did destiny deprive me of something so normal, so important? I became sad and she sensed it.
"Are you ok?" She lifted her head and looked up at me. The savage lover was gone and she was looking into the eyes of the abandoned child that she had raised. Immediately the mother came back. "Listen dumbo. Don't you ever entertain the thought that you are without a mother. Do you hear me?" She said sternly. I avoided to look her in the eyes but she took my face in her hands and turned it towards her so that she was looking straight into my eyes. "I love you more than a real mother can ever love her child. Do you get it?"
"Yes. I do"
"I have been your mother all your life and those feelings inside me can never change." She spoke softly. "But when it is night time and the bedroom door closes, then I am Diana. Only your Diana." She then kissed me the way a lover would and then told me to get some sleep while she rolled over turned around and went to sleep with her back towards me. My world was restored. These verbal assurances that she gave me mean a lot to a guy when he has had a past as unusual as my own. Small words can break me and they can make me.
I slept. During that night, I had a very strange dream. In that I sensed that my real mother whom I do not even recall well, came and sat on the bed next to me. "Why did you leave me mother?" I asked her. "I never left you. I was always with you." She replied. I tried to see her face but she was just a presence, not a human being. "I want to go home." I said to her. "You are home." She replied. "Then let me see you please." I asked her. "It is time for me to leave." She replied. "No mom. I can't seem to recall your face. If you leave me like this tonight, I will have no face to remember you with. Just show me your face once mom." I begged and then grabbed her by the hand and pulled her towards me. What I saw was Diana. She looked lovely. "This is why I did not want to show myself to you. You will leave me and go to this other woman." She said and then stood up from the bed and walked away. She left me in the state of sexual arousal that I could not understand. Soon, I woke up trying to go after her and realized that she was sleeping with her back towards me, naked.
It was not the first time I had woken up aroused. It was normal for me to stroke myself in bed while looking at Diana everytime I had woken up aroused. This time also,instinctively I reached under the sheets and touched my hardness. I spat on my palm and tried to stroke myself. Then, I woke up fully and thought what the heck am I doing? I have already had sex with this woman a few hours ago so the barrier between us does not exist. I can have sex with her!!!
With this new realization, I reached out to my mother and started kissing the back of her neck. I pressed my chest against her bare back as my hard cock got pressed against the crack of her butt. Soon my hands were reaching around her and cupping her breasts while I slowly began to dry hump her butt from the back. "Mmmmm .... Ralph, hon." She moaned in sleep as she started to wake up.
I rolled her on her chest and placed the tip of my cock at her butt hole. "Ralph baby ... that is not the hole." She said as she started to come out of slumber. I totally ignored her and inserted my cock into her butt hole. It was tight and smooth and felt so different as I went in, opening it up with my erect cock. "That is my butt!" She yelled and tried to get up but I pushed her down.
"I know." I said as I pushed myself all the way into her.
"Ohhh goodness, you are fucking me ass. Oh Ralph you woke me up to fuck my ass." She whimpered under me in pain, mixed with intense arousal as lay myself flat on top of her, my chest against her back and my cock impaled all the way into the tightness of her butt. Then, with the naked beautiful woman immobilized by my weight on her, I started to fuck her.
She would twist and struggle underneath my weight but I would have none of it. The tightness of her butt around my cock was driving me over the edge as I fucked her butt with savage strokes. Soon her whimpering and moaning had turned into raw screams of intense arousal. "Oh my God Damn it Ralph. You are such a mother-fucker!" It was the first time I heard her cuss at me and it aroused me so much that I began to kiss and nibble the back of her neck and shoulder. "God you are so bad." She was wiggling her butt pressing it into me. "No one wakes up their mother and fucks them like that." She said as I continued to kiss and lick her neck from behind.
"Get on your fours." I commanded as I got off of her naked body.
"My ass is going to hurt all day tomorrow but I don't fucking care." She laughed as she got on her fours. I grabbed her from the waist and pushed myself balls deep into her tight ass again. She reached between her legs with one hand and started to stimulate her own clit as I rammed her ass from behind. "Ralph you are killing me in bed." She said as she threw her hair back. I reached under her body grabbed a swaying tit in my hand and rolled her nipples while deep fucking her. The feel of her swaying breasts in my hands was too intense and I felt like I will come again. In sheer lust I bit the back of her neck and pinched on her nipple. I heard her scream in pain as I exploded deep into her ass. During these eruptions she collapsed flat on her chest and I emptied the rest of my load into her ass while laying naked on top of her. She then snuggled in my arms. "You are one hell of a fucker do you know that?"
"You tell me." I replied holding her naked body against me.
"Listen. What happens between us, you must never mention to anyone ok?"
"Of course not."
"Let this be our secret." She said and then we slept.
May 2010
It had been two years since our "initiation" in bed and we had developed a chemistry that is very hard to explain but I will still try.
She was my friend and I could talk to her about anything. I felt closer to her than any son would be to his real mother. As a lover, I was so intensely attracted to her that no man would have that attraction for his wife or girlfriend. Lets face it. When a boy reaches puberty and develops his very first sexual urges, girls that are his own age are not fully developed so he discovers his very initial sexual urges on older fully blossomed women. Most of us have fantasized about our teachers and some of us have thought about our best friends "hot mom" and that gives birth to the older woman fantasy. As we all grow older, girls our age also start to blossom and when you are in your twenties, the girl your age is as arousing as the teacher or the best friends mom. Yet you may still look at an older attractive woman and she would bring back memories of that earliest arousal that was so socially inappropriate and politically incorrect. What made me different from all other boys was that I had my older woman! I discovered my sexual urges on my foster mother and I took them out on her. No one gets that lucky. If a teenage boy could ever have that teacher in bed, that he craved for or the best freinds mom, then he would ravage her like no other man and she will know what real attraction is. She would be his toy and he would be addicted to her like an irrational, mad man driven by his newly found lust. That was the relation between us. Forbidden, erotic and outright insane!
During the day time, Diana would be the mother that I always had. She would be the caring, nurturing mother who would take care of me like I was her real child. I would call her "mom" and there would be nothing between us that would make us look any different than any other mother and son. When I needed her for sex, the catch line was "let's go upstairs!" Once we were in our private chamber and the door was locked, she would become "Diana." The only time I would call her by her name was when we were alone in that bedroom. My passion for Diana was selfish and raw and knew no social norms or political correctness. I would devour her like a wild animal, fuck her in all three holes and the savagery of my lust was flattering to her. She loved the animal that she had turned me into.
May 2010 would come as a major turning point in our relationship. Something happened that was purely accidental and it would force us to rethink our relationship.
Diana's old Church group had thrown a barbeque and all women from her former Church had gathered in the summer heat. All the faces in there were familiar to me and there were some nosey, gossipy ones that I really did not like. Diana was wearing a figure hugging, sleeveless dress that clung to her waist nicely while leaving her neck open. She was busy cooking hot dogs on the open grill and the summer heat and the heat of the open charcoal grill worked together to make her a sweaty mess. Beads of perspiration made her neck glisten and since the neck of her dress was low on the back too, I could see her upper back shine with moisture too. I thought what it would be like to rip her clothes off and fuck her sweaty body and the thought made me hard in my pants.
When the food was finished, kids began to play ball and the mothers joined them except Diana. She was busy cleaning up the grill all by herself. I sneaked up behind her and took her from the small of her waist. "Do you need help mom?" I asked.
"Nope. I am done here almost."
"You look ravishing." I whispered and then kissed the back of her neck tasting her sweat in my mouth.
"Stop it!" She remarked as her neck stiffened to the sensation. At that moment we both realized that we had been seen. Not far from us behind the bushes stood Marie who looked at us with piercing gaze like she was trying to interpret what she just saw. "Are they fucking each other?" was the expression that was written all over her face. Her eyes kept going from me to her and back to me in search of a hint. I looked back at her with no hesitation but Diana lowered her gaze unable to look back. That was all the hint that Marie needed. She turned away and left but it was obvious to both of us that the single most nosey, jealous and gossipy shark amongst them all had sniffed blood. "This is why you need to keep your hands to yourself!" Diana clenched her teeth in her mom tone.
Marie never spoke to either of us the rest of the afternoon and when we bid farewell she had this cold, expressionless face that I will never forget. She had always been jealous of Diana and my gesture had given her the reason to feel morally superior. We both knew that this woman would not do damage.
In the next few weeks, people began to change towards us and we knew who was spreading the gossip. Everytime we were with the women from the Church they would look observe us like hawks. The overall air was now very different. Furthermore, some of the women began to relay the gossip back to Diana. They acted like they were her friends and they were concerned but in fact they wanted to hurt her by communicating all the shit that was being sprung about her. "She got a black kid from Africa, raised him up so that she could fuck him!" Our social circle started to shrink and our absence for the gatherings became further proof that we were in an affair. If I had only known that one kiss would have such a huge impact on our lives, I may have reserved it for later when we were alone but I was a horny idiot who was thinking from his dick.
"We need to leave this place." She said to me once. "People are talking."
"Why does it bother you?" I asked.
"Why? Because we no longer no anyone! Can you not see how this is affecting us? People that we have known since ages are no longer around us anymore."
"What do you have in mind?"
"To sell this place and start our lives somewhere else."
"Where?"
"Where no one would know us." She brushed a strand of hair from my head.
"If we go to a new place then I want to be able to kiss you in public." I said while pulling her into me and putting an arm around her.
"So that we have to move all over again?" She laughed.
"No. We just start new as lovers."
She gazed at me like I had hit a chord in her heart.
"I want to be able to take you out to restaurants as your lover." I said while she rubbed my chest.
"I always thought that this was a temporary fling and you will go your way." She said leaning her head on my shoulder.
"No. I want us to be a couple. I think it is time that our relationship should change. I want my Diana."
"What will happen to the mom who raised you?"
"She has done her part." I turned around and sat on the couch to face her. "It is Diana that I love now."
"Love?"
"Love!"
There was a moment of pause and then she had taken her t-shirt off. The next instant she was removing her bra. Upon seeing her undress, I also took off my t shirt and it joined hers on the carpet. Then her bra came off and I saw her large pendulous breasts sway in front of my face as she yanked down my shorts.
Soon we were completely naked. My cock was coming to life when she took it in her mouth and deep throated me. I played her her hair as she sucked on my cock while her massive tits rested on my lap. When she was done with the sucking, my cock was and she was straddling me with both her hands on my shoulders. I held her from her waist and stabilized her against my cock and the next instant she slid down, taking me in.
"Baby you are so hard!" She moaned and then kissed me deeply in the mouth. After that she started to ride me on the couch her pussy sliding up and down my shaft, milking it for all that it was worth. My hands went up to her breasts and I lifted them up in my palms and brought them up to her face. As she bounced up and down I let them loose and they began to sway with all their weight, inches away from my face. The bitch was a sight to behold when she fucked me like that.
I wrapped my arms around her body and pressed her into me, mashing her breasts into my chest. Then, with my cock still inside,I stood up lifting her in my arms. "God I am going to fall!" She exclaimed.
"I won't let you." I assured. Then she wrapped her thighs around my hips and I lifted her from her butt as we fucked while I stood in the middle of the living room. She held me from around the back as she moved up and down my cock moaning with pleasure. I then carried her to the end of the room and pushed her against the wall, pressing my chest into hers. We kissed flatly in the mouth, our tongues wrestled and then I fucked her again with her naked body pressed against the wall.
I was getting closer and closer when she said, "Ralph baby I am going to cum!" I turned her around carried her to the couch, dropped on top of her and exploded inside her. She pulled me deep into her as I erupted again and again, letting her have my love juice.
That night it was official. We were lovers.
December 2011
We had sold our house and moved to Seattle. That was as far away from Maryland as one could go. Diana was doing real estate and I was working retail while taking courses in University. We lived in a small one bedroom and our new world knew us, not as mother and son but as a couple. Diana was conscious that she would look older so she worked out and stayed very fit while I remained as horny about her as a man could ever be. She never really looked her age. The new social circle that we created was small but non-judgemental of our age gap. In this new circle I met the man, who would write this story with my permission.
I ran into Savagehart at the gym. I was looking for someone to give me a spot and he was there. After that, whenever I needed a spot in the gym he would be my goto guy. We became workout buddies. He asked me how I met Diana. I decided that he was one of the person whom I could share the real story of who she was. Once I told him he just went silent.
December 2018
Many years later he would approach me with the offer of writing my story. We would sit down in a coffee shop and I would narrate to him how I got the the US. I would show him my earliest photographs and home videos. What would result from this is the story that you are reading.
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