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A rabble of young teenagers and kids ran and made their way through the parking lot of Saint Monica High School, Mark and Diane’s son, Henry, included. They were chatting about the latest news about games and homework as they stepped down the marble entrance stairs in a whimsical mood, both kids smiling.
“Man, I’m telling you, Dive Hard 2 is nothing like Dive Hard 1,” said Henry, shaking his head. The young black boy was defending his taste in an action game. “Not only is the main character more likable than in the sequel, but his fighting animations are also much cooler!” He shook his open palms in front of him, exasperated.
“I think the music and gameplay is fun in both games of the series,” Mark offered.
“Trust me, bro, when we get to my house, we’ll see exactly what I mean!” Henry promised. The black boy wore black jeans and a red t-shirt, all tight-fitting around his boyish, thin complexion, unlike Mark, who was using his usual big t-shirts and loose shorts, which made him look lanky as he hovered despite being taller.
Together, they took the school bus ride home and walked through the row of seats until they got to the back. Where Henry showed his strength most was in energy and character: he was the extroverted of the duo, always saying what he thinks about everything, and always outgoing about trying new ideas, whereas the golden-haired shota was more reserved and calm, always into the same things and much more introverted.
“By the way, can you lend me your notes?” Henry asked casually.
“Did you forget to write again?” guessed his friend.
Henry raised his hands. “Not my fault! My dad sent me a message just then.”
“Oh.” Mark tilted his head, curious, “What did he say?”
The black boy sighed, “Well…he told me he can’t spend the weekend with me today.” He looked away and lowered his voice. “A meeting of sorts”
“I…I’m sorry, bro.” The white boy consoled him, patting his shoulder.
Henry slumped for a minute, then his eyes opened wide, and he smiled. “Hey! Why don’t you come hang out at my house? We can play games, and I can show you what I meant about Dive Hard!”
Mark pressed his backpack against his lap, making sure it covered over his crotch, just as his dick unconsciously tingled, almost throbbing at command when he heard the idea of being at his house. It wasn’t because playing games was exciting, but because it meant the chance to see Miss Belle.
Henry tilted his head, curls draped over his smooth forehead, frowning, “Uhm…you okay?”
“Y-yes! Just excited to play games, that’s all!” The golden-haired boy made up. He could feel his chest tighten, and his hands were sweating, but he smiled widely at his friend. “L-let me call my mom f-first!”
“Uhm…okay…sure!”
Mark quickly dialed his mom’s number, and quickly updated her on the change of plans. She seemed surprised at first, but gave her approval, considering it was with someone she knew and trusted, plus, it was close to their home, provided he behaved well and acted nicely with the Belles.
Fifteen minutes later, the duo took off in a nice neighborhood with green suburban meadows. The streets were neat and tidy, well-pavemented and filled with rows of beautiful houses of two stories with open space for parking lots. Mark lived in the same neighborhood, albeit a couple turns away, so he felt comfortable and almost at home as he and Henry crossed the white portal and entered the black boy’s house. “I’m home! I brought a friend with me!” He eagerly announced.
Diane was in the living room next to a glass stable, sitting next to her luggage and staring at her phone while she took a sip of coffee, when she looked up to the boys. The black milf was beautifully dressed in a tight white blouse, with a pastel rose pencil skirt that hugged her wide hips and toned ebony legs. Her legs had open high heels, manicured nails, and were adorned with pearl bracelets on her slim knees. She lowered her work glasses, and she smiled at the sight of her dear son and friend.
“Mark! It’s so good to see you!” She stood up and went to crouch and hug her favorite boys in the world, and the white boy reciprocated her warmth by wrapping his slim arms around her neck, sniffing the apple perfume she wore today, before moving back and staring at them. She tilted her head towards her son, and raised an eyebrow, confused, “But Henry, you shouldn’t invite your buddies on Friday. Remember, your dad is supposed to pick you up in a few hours!”
Her son raised his shoulders and simply shrugged. “Well, dad texted me, saying we won’t be meeting for the weekend, so…”
Diane remained silent for a moment, stunned, her eyes fixated on Henry while her jaw clenched. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
“What?” She snapped, her eyes slowly opening to the new intel. Diane was angry, but she tried her best to focus on Henry rather than the anger that boiled on her petite chest. “Sweetie, this is the first time I've gotten news about it…why did he cancel you?” She cupped his face gently, rubbing a thumb on his cheek with maternal affection as she gave him a worried look.
He looked at her with an innocent smile. “He said he has a meeting tomorrow out of the city, and he’d make it up to me next week,” He chirped. “Anyway, since I’m staying, I brought Mark to play games, if that’s okay…” He pouted and looked down, touching fingertips.
Her eyes melted into devotion, and she eagerly nodded to her angel, “y-yes! Absolutely!” She stood up and sauntered towards the kitchen. “Why don’t you and Mark go to your room and start getting comfy while I make something for you boys? You must be hungry.”
“Hell yeah! I want soda and French fries!” Henry declared, throwing his arms up, cheerful as he raced to the stairway up to his room. His white friend followed, but not before taking a silent moment to stare at Diane’s thin pear-shaped body and her luscious chocolate legs when she turned to her phone and tapped on the screen. The boy felt his cock surge once more at the sight of the ebony mommy. He caught in her eyes a hint of anger mixed with sadness, and almost gasped when she turned to walk away and get their refreshments ready, worried for her, when he went behind his buddy.
Henry’s room was a small, messy place that almost highlighted with neon signs the word ‘boy energy’. It had lots of League posters of his favorite teams along with some of his favorite videogames. The room was messy, save for a small couch he clearly used for sitting and playing videogames and watching TV. The stench of sweat was slightly unbearable, so the first thing he did was open the window and let the fresh air in.
“Wow, sorry about that,” he apologized, lips curved into an unapologetic grin, “Mom told me I was responsible for how I keep my room, and I wasn’t planning on having guests today, so…” he left the words to trail off as he picked dirty shirts left on the floor and tossed them to a basket.
“It 's okay. Mom decided the same.” What Mark omitted, though, was that he preferred to keep his place neat and tidy, so his bedroom was always clean and pristine, with clothes folded and organized in each corresponding shelf.
After the golden-haired boy helped his friend, the duo sat on the couch and played Dive Hard 1 for about thirty minutes, chatting and discussing the graphics and game design. Despite being more sport-like than Mark, both boys loved video games for different reasons, and enjoyed a good time playing together or alone, which always ends up with them having a great time.
The door opened, and Miss Belle came in with a plate of sliced fruit and two glasses of juice in one hand, perfectly balanced on her beautiful dainty hands. The chocolate milf had changed clothes, now clad in a black tube top and comfortable blue jeans that hugged the curves of her black ass and wide hips, which she moved as she sauntered through.
“Are you boys having fun?” She inquired with a delightful smile while she put the food and drinks on a table. Mark quietly gulped and missed the screen as he stared at her cleavage while she bent over, and his eyes trailed off to her ass. He pressed his legs together and prayed that he did not get a stiffy next to his friend, and he forced himself to look back when Henry cried they were losing because he was missing.
“Yes mom!” Chided Henry, not paying any attention.
“Y-yes, Miss Belle.” Echoed Mark, his face beating red as he tried to keep focused on the game.
Diane had a sweet laugh, “Mark, baby, call me Diane when you are here. Miss Belle makes me feel so old and frail.” The gorgeous woman hugged herself and frowned in a feigned pout while she looked at him. “You don’t think I’m old, right darling?” she cooed, pouting.
“N-no, I-I-” Mark stammered, feeling his ears burn.
“M! We are losing! Focus!” Henry called him out. “Mom, stop distracting him! He needs to pay attention now!”
His mother simply chuckled, “Alright, boys, you have fun with your games then.” She walked through the door and exited the room.
After a hard-fought scene with a dramatic plot twist, the boys took a break to each sliced apple and drink some orange juice while discussing some of the events in the game.
“So, what do you think?” Henry inquired, intrigued by the 11-year-old’s opinion.
“Well, so far, it’s pretty good,” Mark admitted with a satisfied nod as he munched on some food. “But the game is too long, and I don’t think we can play Dive Hard 2 before I go home.”
“Oh, then stay and sleep here!” The black boy quipped calmly. “Mom likes having you around, and that way, we can stay up late until we play the second game!”
The golden-haired boy took a moment to think about it. It was true that he was having fun, but he didn’t want to impose. He also noticed that even when delivering the snacks, Miss Belle looked somewhat annoyed at something, although she quickly hid it well when she teased him discreetly in front of her son. Then again, he might run into her if he stayed late, and ask if there was any way he could help…
“S-sure, let me text my mom first,” the boy agreed, grabbing his phone to message his mother. They waited silently for a few minutes before her reply came, “Okay! Mom says she is okay, as long as I behave.”
“Cool! Now come on!” Henry hurried his friend, leaning into the screen, “We're gonna kick some space butts!”
The friends kept playing for an hour, laughter and merriment being present all the time. They jabbed about some of the monsters having sexy boobs and butts, to which Henry cackled while Mark stammered each time a pretty female character appeared on the screen, their voices soothing or warm, something Henry seemed unaffected by. Soon, their food and drinks were emptied, and they bet on rock-paper-scissors that the loser had to replenish their food. Mark lost 2-3, so he grabbed the plate and went out.
As the golden-haired boy stepped down the living room, he stopped at the hushed voice of a woman. He peeked through the corner and saw Miss Belle talking on the phone.
“Yeah, I don’t care if the boss tells you to go to the fucking Moon, David.” She paced around the kitchen, shaking a hand in front of her while she stared at the floor. Her eyes showed anger, and her nailed delicate fingers clutched the phone with such force, Mark thought that the chocolate Milf wished she was holding her ex-husband by the throat instead. “We agreed to take Henry with you on the second and fourth weekends of the month! You can’t just-!”
She stopped mid-sentence and turned around, showing Mark her toned dump truck and how her jeans cinched through her hips upwards.The boy remembered how sexy she was underneath last time they fucked, and he missed the gorgeous sight of Miss Belle on that damn bikini, and the condoms she soon would adorn the waist strings of her thong after milking out what felt to him were thousands of loads.
“-Yes, I know you have a job to do, but-!” She stared at her phone and then put it to her ear, “H-hello?” But the only reply Mark could hear from his corner was a faint buzzing line. Diane cursed under her breath and almost threw the phone on the table, then she slumped into the chair. “Shit…”
Just then, she noticed Mark was standing in the hallway, staring at her. The boy jumped and tried to act casual, nervously holding the plate with the glasses, but his flushed cheeks gave it away that he knew what just happened. He feared she might yell at him for eavesdropping
“Oh, it’s you, Mark.” She sighed, smiling at him. The chocolate Milf went to meet him and gently grabbed the plate from his hands, “Sorry you had to listen to that, I was talking with Henry’s dad,” she confessed in a hushed tone. Miss Belle forced a smile, trying to lighten up the tone, but Mark noticed she was still bitter about it, “Are you staying to dinner with us?”
Mark nodded and walked together with Miss Belle back to the kitchen, where they replenished the plate with healthy apple slices and kiwi. “M-miss Belle?”
“¿Yes, honey?”
“A-are you okay, Miss? you seem…angry,” Mark observed, staring at her like he wanted to discern a way to make her pain go away.
The chocolate woman huffed and was about to tell him not to worry about adult things when she realized they had done things far beyond what an adult and a child should. Curls fell to the side when Miss Belle locked eyes with him and tilted her head, and for a moment, a spark of vulnerability showed in her beautiful eyes before letting out a long sigh.
“It’s just…hard to explain…” She invited the boy to sit on the kitchen table next to him. “Henry’s dad, he always does his best for him, you know?” She explained, as if trying to convince herself more than Mark, “Taking him to games, buying him the latest clothes to support their team, that kind of stuff.”
“I see,” replied Mark, staring into his eyes as he did his best to pay attention to his friend’s mother and be supportive.
Miss Belle smiled at him and chuckled, but her momentary spark faded once more with a shrug as she stared at the table. “The issue is, we arranged so that Henry could spend two weekends per month with his dad,” she continued. Her hand went down to caress his cheek, and her thumb gently rubbed it distractedly, “and yet, he not only cancels, but he does it on Friday, the day he is supposed to pick Henry, and I don’t get to know save through my son, instead of him!” By now, she has furrowed her eyebrows, and her tone descends into one of frustration.
“Oh, I didn’t know that!” the boy exclaimed, eyes open like plates, surprised to know as well.
“Shocking, right?” Miss Belle lets out an exasperated sigh and rubs her eyes. Suddenly, she seemed less like a perfect woman and instead, like a tired mother. “He is setting a bad example and making me fight him, when we should be working together!” Now her eyes showed her true concern for her child and the pain it caused, such a moment of conflict, “I worry…I just want Henry to be okay and know we love him.”
Mark’s chest tightened as he listened to her words and the kind of struggle she was going through, even if he had trouble understanding it. She was always so secure about herself, and their recent secret adventures showed an assertive and seductive facet that he certainly rejoiced to be pampered by. But now, she seemed to carry guilt and frustration for something that was someone else’s fault.
All because she loves her son. All because she is a good mother, he thought.
Words weren’t his forte, that much he knew, yet the golden-haired knew he was not going to let Miss Belle wallow in suffering, not if he was there, no sir.
He acted without thinking, and following his heart, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a hug. His face dove into the side of her right nipple, and he whiffed her perfume as he held her close while he looked up to her with baby eyes. Miss Belle was caught by surprise, but as her arms hung open, she slowly directed them around the white boy’s shoulders, embracing him altogether
“W-well, I’m not sure if I can help,” He started, hesitantly. “But, I do know that y-you are one of the m-most impressive women in the world, and uhm…I think Henry is lucky to have such an awesome, gorgeous l-lady of a m-mommy.”
Miss Belle felt butterflies flutter in her chest, and warm melted her worries away. She could not help but chuckle and ruffle his hair. “Heh…you really think so?” She giggled, albeit Mark could still hear the concern in her voice.“I sometimes think I only make things worse and create a ruckus over nothing.”
“N-no! you care really deeply about Henry, and work really hard!” Mark denied, shaking his head and looking up, “You are perfect, and gorgeous, and nice, and-”
“Alright, alright, I get it!” she surrendered, her lips curving into a wide open smile chuckle. A dainty hand ruffled with his golden hair, slow and tenderly. An open window in the kitchen let a gentle breeze come in between the two, and for a moment, Diane Belle felt her heart flutter and flood with energy to fight any force that’d come in her way. All because this milky boy listened and reminded her how much work she put into her life. She felt strong, validated, and seen, and now she saw Mark with renewed respect and admiration for the 11-year-old.
Suddenly, the two locked eyes and noticed the way their bodies intertwined like a romantic couple about to kiss. Mark could smell the perfume on her neck, and he inhaled her adult pheromones. The result was evident once his cock tented his pants once more. Miss Belle gasped at the feeling of his kid fuckrod poking her thigh. She covered her mouth to hide her giggling smirk, delighted to see the effect on her shota lover.
“Well, well, well, and here I thought you just wanted to lift me up.” She teased with a feigned tone of surprise after a loud fake gasp. “It turns out you only wanted to get close to your Black Momma to feel her body, aren’t you, naughty boy?” She accused, hiding behind a hand, her mischievous grin.
Mark opened his eyes like plates, his cheeks burning red. “W-what!??! N-n-no I-” The sound of her laughter made him freeze until he realized she was making fun of him. “Y-you!” He hugged her tighter, rubbing his chin on her itty-bitty tits. He inflated his cheek and frowned into a pout.
For a moment, their beautiful interaction pressed Miss Belle to take things further. If this were a cartoon, her irises would have turned into heart-shaped due to how in love she felt for her young lover. The kid and woman remained silent, lost in each other’s eyes. The black milf gently pressed a palm against the back of his round head and pushed him closer as his hands pressed on her chocolate belly. Mark closed his eyes and let himself be guided into the kiss. He knew it was coming, and he wanted nothing more than to begin what would soon lead to a loving makeout session between the milky boy and the ebony adult.
“Mark! Did you get the food?” Stomped Henry into the room. He tilted his head and frowned, confused. Just as he entered the living room, he spotted his mother at the table, who was suddenly cutting some fruit while his friend sat on the table, his hands over his lap, and sweating. “Oh, ¿you okay? You look bad, man.”
Mark brushed it off with a wave of his hand, “I-I’m fine! I-it’s just too hot today, is all!” The milky boy excused himself, trying his best not to look like Miss Belle, who was equally agitated while hiding her nervousness by slicing apples and serving them on a plate.
“Okay…” Henry accepted with a shrug and raised his shoulders. His friend was acting weird, but he was a weird, timid kid, so it wasn’t something unusual. “Mom, I invited Mark to stay out for dinner and to sleep here. We’re gonna have a sleepover!” He declared.
“A sleepover, you say?” His mother asked as she continued with the task. “You know…you tend to fall asleep early and sleep like a log, right?” She pointed out with a chuckle. Her tone was casual, but the way she carefully stole glances at Mark hinted at the true message she was trying to deliver to the white boy. He said nothing, but the way he arched back and examined his friend as he wandered towards them changed. He understood now.
Henry folded his arms and shook his head with a confident grin. It was this smile and the way his eyes sparkled when Mark saw the resemblance between him and Miss Belle. “Mm-mm! Nuh-uh! Gonna stay awake the entire night and even the next morning. Right, Mark?” He looked to his friend and raised a thumb up.
Mark only laughed and scratched the back of his golden head, “y-yeah! Definitely!”
The trio shared a moment of laughter, and then things returned to normal. Henry and Mark went back to play videogames while Miss Belle prepared dinner and got things ready. Once everything was prepared, she shouted at the boys to come down. During the dinner, they enjoyed a delicious plate of pasta with bolognese sauce, courtesy of Miss Belle’s masterful culinary skills. Together, they enjoyed the food and the moment like a normal family and friends, talking about school and homework, while the chocolate goddess listened attentively with a soft smile, sometimes asking questions to Mark or pointing out to her son about his need to study for an exam that was coming up soon.
Finally, during the night, Mark spent the last 2 hours playing non-stop until reaching the end of Dive Hard 1 with Henry as his coach and motivator, and when they started the credits, Henry decided to triumphally call it for the night, barely able to mutter an audible excuse as he took his clothes off and cuddled into his bed, snoring like a log. Now Mark was free to exit the room, walk to the front room, and sleep in the guest bedroom, as Henry and he agreed.
Instead, he tiptoed toward the hallway, towards a door next to the staircase, and gently knocked after looking both ways.
Knock Knock
“Come on in.” A soft voice invited.
Mark gulped and gently pushed the door open to peek in. The bedroom was dimly lit, neat and orderly, tidied up, each piece in its place, as if ready for an inspection… or to welcome a desired guest.
With a glance worthy of a bandit more than a child, the golden-haired boy surveyed the area until he found his target. And then, his timid smile turned into a wide grin.
Diane Belle lay inside her bed, covered under white silk sheets. Her gorgeous, toned hourglass figure could be divined under the layers of the sheet that draped over her black silhouette, as she waited for her young lover with a smirk. She got rid of her makeup, her smooth face now clean, but no less beautiful.
With a wave of her index, she motioned the boy seductively to come closer. “Lock the door,” she instructed in a breathy tone.
The boy did as he was told and quickly stripped off his clothes, which he then folded and put over a far chair, hiding from the scene and the moment. Now Miss Belle could bask in the beauty of his innocent, adorable frame. He looked so tempting with his skinny figure, rubbing his knees together while his eleven-inch cock arched back and pressed against his belly, its red crown pulsating and already oozing some pre-nut juice down his meatslab. His cheeks were burning red, but his smile showed his eagerness to begin the fun he had planned with the gorgeous lady. Diane Belle surely enjoyed the view of his fuckrod in full attention and ready for her. When she saw it bounce from his pajama shorts, she moaned and giggled like a young girl, excited to see the treat that would soon explore and use her insides
“Look at that beautiful cock” Miss Belle admired, her ebony hand trailing down under the bedsheet to what Mark assumed was her crotch. The fingers seemed to move and rub against her folds as she spread her lips. A moan escaped her bee-stung lips, and a small mound shifted where her fingers would be. “Mmmmm…put a condom on, baby, your Black Momma wants to play with that gorgeous white penis now,” she softly urged.
Mark obeyed with a nod and rushed to one of the shelves next to her bed, which he was already familiar with. He pulled the drawer open, and among many toys, he picked up a box of XL condoms. His trembling hands rolled the items until he opened it, and took one of the condom packages, which he ripped open with his teeth, just as he saw Miss Belle do many times before.
“M-miss Belle,” the boy called out for her. The golden-haired boy was looking at the black woman and held the condom in his fingertips, but did not put it on yet.
“Yes, baby boy?” Miss Belle purred, humping her fingers as they grinded over her folds and around her flick bean in an erotic dance under the blankets.
“Uhm…w-why do we use condoms every time we have s-s-sex?” he stuttered, looking down and scratching his head, confused. “You know we never start with sex right away…” His voice trailed off.
“Mmm… that’s simple.” She got up and scooted next to the boy, still covering her body. The blanket draped over her body like a second cape, and Mark could deduce the shape of her mosquito bite-sized nipples, now hardened by her stimulation. “Aside from the fact that you could dirty my clothes and beautiful bedroom, I just can’t fathom the idea of letting any drop of that delicious cum go to waste.” Her index trailed upwards from the hilt of his fucklog, to which Mark whimpered and covered his mouth as his dick twitched and his cum slit opened to drool more of the transparent liquid. It went across the thick, veiny shaft, to the red crown and his cumslit, scooping quite the sample of the boy’s pre-jizz. She then put the tip of her finger on her tongue, and wrapped her ebony lips around it, suckling on its content with an elongated moan before she opened her mouth once more, and her finger glistened in the absence of shota cream, all while staring at him. “All that cum must be saved for Momma to enjoy later, understood?”
The boy eagerly whimpered as he opened the condom and peeled it down with both hands over his meatslab. Now it was clad in a transparent blue-colored glove that gave him room to breathe, ready for action and entertainment with his adult black lover.
Miss Belle nodded with approval and scooted back, lifting the blanket high enough for him to enter but not high enough for him to see her body. Hungry and desperate to begin, Mark entered the blanket-covered territory and lunged for the black milf. His tiny legs and thin arms dwarfed the voluptuous waist and bigger torso, and the boy groaned, almost pulling his tongue out, once his cock got crushed between his belly and he guessed it was her underboob. The craving he felt over her body was so carnal, so needy, that he did not wait for her to react before his open mouth launched towards hers, and pressed his tongue against and flicked the pink muscle all around with raw hunger. The lady opened her eyes wide, and her gasp was muffled, but she only giggled as she complied with the kiss and wrapped her arms around the smaller waist, and felt the steamy crotch of Mark push against her upper belly.
“Mmmmmmnn,” the boy slurped and whimpered as he attacked her soft belly with his shota cock. The hairless fuckrod was even softer under the rubber, which twitched each time he spurted pre nut each time he dry humped her, and it emitted a warm sensation on Miss Belle’s stomach and underboob. Combined with the latching and kissing, her pussy moistened and tightened onto nothing, missing already the feeling of Mark’s nut sack hitting repeatedly on her pussy while he slamfucked her cervix with his tip.
Miss Belle pulled her head back. A web thread of saliva joined between her adult lips and his thin ones. Their tongues were still interlocked, gyrating in circles as they mewled and moaned. Their kissing turned into a sloppy tongue makeout that lasted a couple of minutes before they finally moved their fickling rosy muscle back and gulped their combined fluids with a grin.
“My my…you missed me, didn’t you?” She purred, her lips curved into a grin.
Mark blushed, but kept his arms and legs locked around her torso. “Y-yes.” He nodded while looking away.
As the pale 11-year-old adjusted himself around Miss Belle, he gasped in surprise at the realization that he found no bra nor nightgown adorning her frame. He quickly lifted the bed sheets and looked under: turns out Miss Belle was already naked from the get go!
“M-m-miss Belle! Why are you not wearing clothes?” He chidded.
Her hand gently ruffled his golden hair, and she went to cuddle her lips onto his ear. Her only words amidst the cloud of lust, “You were not the only one who wanted this, you know?” Her other palm trailed down behind her back until it found his firm boy butt, and groped it with hunger.
Miss Belle's lips went for the attack, her hands trailing all over his skinny frame. With one hand, she wrapped her dainty fingers around the shaft and stroked it down the hilt, while her palm cupped those hairless balls and gently caressed them amidst her fingertips. They churned with his thick baby batter, and clenched each time his cockslit opened to spurt more of his slimy pre jizz, encompassed by the boy’s slight shudders and muffled groans over her chest. He rocked his hips unconsciously, and the black woman grinned at him as she held her hands still to let him handfuck her.
“Yes, baby…keep going and fuck your Black Momma’s hands,” she cooed in his ear before planting another kiss. Despite missing in the action, Miss Belle enjoyed seeing how much pleasure he felt with just her palms holding his fuckrod, and the way he moved so desperately as if he was inside her, fueled the fire pooling within her already craving womb. “Fuck them like you own them and cum.”
Mark fastened the pace of his bouncing thrusts on Miss Belle’s hands. His arms reached out around her neck while he did his best to stifle his groans as his eyes rolled up and he covered his thin lips with one palm. The Black Momma caught on quickly, and she opened one hand before rubbing her palm on his red cumslit to enhance the stimulation. The boy arched his back as his hips slowed, and deep, circular grinds accompanied the blasts of sticky cum, filling the slightly bloated condom into a transparent globe of kid cum. For a whole minute, he groaned over her ear while she encouraged him to keep going, while she squeezed rope after rope, stroking him to ensure he left no drop of his delicious sludge behind.
Finally, his cock reduced in potency, as well in size, and he fell limp over Miss Belle, who kept murmuring sweet nothings in his ear while he recovered and took deep breaths
“Mommy…thank you…Mommy…” The boy muttered to her in gratitude. Diane Belle chuckled and nurtured him with nuzzles and kisses to the cheek while one hand held him by the butt and the other gently caressed his hair.
“You are welcome, baby boy.”
The boy and the woman kept their exchange of words as they held each other tight, both contempt to share a deep level of intimacy as they could feel in the beating heart on their chests.
Mark looked up to her, recovered from the pleasant feeling of her Black Momma’s hands, and he frowned.
“I…I’m sorry, M-momma.”
Miss Belle tilted her head, confused.
“Why are you apologizing, baby?”
The boy looked at her, his cheeks flushed once more, “I-it’s just…I feel like I was the only one who f-felt good, when you uhm…” his eyes darted away, and now he was a beaming red tomato while he scratched his head. “W-when you made me…cum”
Now it dawned on her what he meant by it. The poor kid probably heard from his friends or found out from internet videos that the man was always the last one to cum, and women deserved all the attention and energy.
Miss Belle’s hands held Mark’s face by the cheek, thumbs gently rubbing onto them, “sweetie, I don’t care that you come first, during, or after I come too, okay?” She looked away for a second, as she felt her face burn at the idea of having to explain something so embarrassing to her younger lover. Looks like she wasn’t immune to intimate conversations either. The black woman cleared her throat before she kept talking, “What matters is feeling good together, no matter what. I wanted to give your gorgeous cock a handjob, and so I did, no big mystery and no big deal!”
Mark was not sure he understood what Miss Belle meant in its entirety, but he guessed that what she tried to say was that it was okay and she was happy to make him cum like this.
“Okay…I guess that makes sense.” He accepted, scratching his head. Then, he got on his knees and carefully peeled the condom off, and just like he saw her do many times, his hands tied it into a knot, and left it next to him. His cock had softened after the handjob, but nevertheless, it was still towering over her round face, steamy and sweaty from the action it had gotten. Mark’s balls were churning and already producing more spunk for him to deliver onto his Black Momma, and he was eager to please. He puffed his chest and locked eyes with her. “N-now…now it’s your turn to f-feel good!”
Miss Belle let out a soft chuckle. “Oh? And what do you have in mind, young man?’
The boy stared blankly at her, scratching the back of his blonde head, “Uhm…Oh!” He smiled at her, “How about…you choose how I can please you? I want to do it in a way Momma likes!”
The black woman curled her feet on the bed and giggled like a little girl who was told she could have all the candies in the world. Except the only candy she wanted right now was the eleventh-year-old boy right in front of her. And now, he offered to do anything she would ask of him.
Miss Belle put an index on her cheek, thinking, “mmmm…how about…you put those fingers over here…” she shoved the blankets aside to reveal her naked crotch, where her glimmering pussy shined with her cunt juices as she spread her legs open, and guided his hand over her lips with the thumb pressed right to her clit, with the boy offering no resistance, as he followed his instructions to the letter. “...and your mouth…” She gently guided his head in front of her so his thin lips rested accidentally onto her hardened nipple that poked his soft and plump cheek. “...goes here.”
Mark was caught off guard by what she asked of him and the way she casually guided his tiny hand, dwarfed in comparison to her puffy, cleanly shaved pussy lips. He stared intently into Miss Belle’s beautiful eyes before it would dawn on him, and nod in understanding.
“O-okay…what ehm…what do I do now?”
Miss Belle lied on the bed, smiling. “Use that cute little mouth and tongue of yours to suck Momma’s tits while your fingers go deep inside my pussy.” She spread them open with her index and middle finger, and a couple of threads appeared with a wet ‘schlick’ sound, which made her moan and rub her head onto the pillow. “Use your thumb to rub on my clit like you are trying to scrub off a stain on it.”
The golden-haired boy looked down with a gulp. His index and middle fingers trailed towards her pink lips between her hands, and they explored her warm, slimy insides, which immediately provoked Miss Belle to let out a groan as she moved her hips upwards in a sensual dance to meet with his thin digits. “Mmmm, yes, go deeper,” she moaned softly. Mark understood the task at hand and increased the pace, moving his fingers as if they were hooks, always paying attention to the reactions from his older lover. The black woman bit her lip and stifled a moan, and she began to play with one of her boobs, kneading at the dark erected nipple, “mmmm fuck! Suck on my tit, boy! Do it!” She urged him with pleading eyes.
Mark felt a raw surge of energy on his chest, and without a second delay, he latched himself onto her right A-cup titty, sinking his teeth into the supple meat while his fingers explored her cunt like crazy. He locked eyes with her as his tongue lashed and twisted over her dark nub repeatedly, eliciting several moans from Miss Belle, who at this point was curled and bucking her hips upwards to meet with his thin fingers, which she clenched tightly at the response of their makeup finger fucking.
Suddenly, Mark remembered to add the clit to the equation, and just as instructed, he used his thumb to rub from right to left over her clit, which made Miss Belle arch her back and groan as she bucked her hips into his fingers. The black woman was aware that this was not something she should enjoy from a boy like Mark, given his age and relationship. However, she felt elated from his small fingers fucking her pink folds, and they tightened repeatedly as they missed the sensation of his fuckbeef spreading her insides apart.
Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!Schlik!
“Mmmmmnnn!” The black woman moaned, “Cummin’..cummiiiiin!”
Her orgasm arrived with curled toes and arched back, as a massive flood of femcum squirted over her shaved pussy, and Miss Belle bit her full lower lip to stifle a notorious groan, right as her hips rocked the eleven-year-old underage thin fingers into a taboo orgasm, and the squirt ran down through her twerking assglobes. She crossed her palms over her beestung lips as her body quivered under Mark’s clumsy attention to her lower folds while he kept latching and suckling on her right tit, tongue dancing and flicking on her darker nub.
Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!Splrt!
The sound of her orgasm filled the room, just as the aroma of adult sex between woman and child. Miss Belle was out of her mind as the intruder fingers of her white lover finger fucked her cunt into flooding her bed with her fluids, but she was not complaining: the orgasm Mark brought her to was the type of thing that made the wait over dinner entirely worth it.
After some minutes, her orgasm eventually started to subside, and her body felt limp under the touch of Mark, who kept playing with her pussy even when she had reached her climax, but she did not mind, as the touch of the boy’s small fin
“Mmmmmm…now that’s what I call a good time.” She giggled.
Mark smiled and slowly moved apart from her nipple button with a timid smile. Immediately, a web of mouth fluids threaded between his mouth and her right boob. Due to her deep brown skin, it was hard to notice, but Miss Belle could feel it in her skin the suckle marks she would carry the next day, and could not help but moan as her pussy warmed up involuntarily at the thought.
“Did I make you feel good, Momma?” He asked her with a hushed tone, nervously.
The black woman sat straight against him, her lips curved into an open smile. She loved how tender and timid he was each time he hesitated to express his feelings and how he came through when he dared himself to be honest for her sake. “You sure did, sugar.”
Miss Belle roped Mark into a warm hug. Her hand caressed the golden-haired boy’s head, like trying to comb it with her gentle touch. Mark responded in kind, and she felt his thin arms around her toned underbelly. They both had sweated a bit, and if one of them had x-ray vision, could see the steam coming out from their pores
“You are so sweet, and so charming,” She told him to his eyes, smiling.
The 11-year-old boy smiled and giggled. “Thank you…you are gorgeous as well…Momma.” He felt his cheeks burning, but he did not look away this time.
A warm, fuzzy feeling grew on the black woman’s chest, and made her brim with happiness. Despite the age gap and the secret nature of their interaction, Diane always felt like Mark was a sweet boy who understood her needs better than anyone her own age. He always sent texts wishing her a good day every day, and asked about her well-being anytime she looked to be having troubles with work. Such a level of emotional maturity was impressive on a young man, and the thought that his love was probably more suitable for a girl his age somehow sent shivers down her spine: he would not divulge her love to the public, but would also keep it to herself, until the possibility of a new love was to claim him.
Mark observed the beautiful woman in silence and rejoiced at his fortune to be able to have a tender and intense relationship with such a caring and loving individual as Miss Belle. He laughed with merriment at his fortune and hugged her tighter, his face brushing against her small breasts.
“I am glad to be here with you right now.” He whispered. “You make me so happy, and I always feel good when we are alone like this.”
Diane Belle felt Cupid’s arrow pierce through her heart for the boy’s candid words, and once more thanked the gods for being with the golden-haired shota. Her lips went for his cheeks, and then they kept kissing him with devotion while he giggled and lay back. She felt herself getting wet once more, aching for the filling sensation of Mark’s fuckrod inside her Milf pussy while she tenderly embraced him and softly trailed her lips to his skinny chest in adoration for his small lover. This kept going for almost a minute, in which she could only think of Mark’s body, and fantasized about the multiple times they could fuck like this. She imagined herself wearing a bikini on a beach with him and her son, only to fool around when no one was looking. She knew Henry didn’t like to swim, which meant she could flaunt her perky titties and fat ass to the kid in public while luring him to the water, and fuck in the middle of the ocean, where everyone could see them, but never notice them.
Mark felt the hunger in Miss Belle’s kisses, and his initial giggles soon turned into soft moans. His cock stiffened once more, a meat flagpole that poked beneath her crotch. She noticed instantly and chuckled at it.
“So, it looks like you are ready for more.” She purred, her beestung lips turned into a mischievous grin.
The boy nodded and smiled back. “Y-yes.” He confessed.
Miss Belle released him from her hug. She sat back and shifted apart. “Put another condom, baby… I believe it’s time for Momma to take that cock” She whispered as she pulled her legs up, and her feet pressed against her shoulders, leaving her shaved pussy completely exposed, its juices already pooling on her folds in anticipation.
The boy gulped and found the condom as quickly as he could without making any noise. He tore the package open with his teeth, and his hands trembled as he put the preservative on. It felt cold and wet, a strange element that wrapped around his fuckrod as his balls dangled with churning seed. Miss Belle giggled softly, touched by how eager he was to fuck her tight, mature pussy, as if she was running away. But she was going nowhere: right now, the only thing that mattered to the black woman was feeling that massive monster of a cock deep inside.
Mark jumped over the bed and felt his arms tremble as he pressed his palms to the side of Miss Belle’s curvy waist. He crouched on her body, and they moaned as the shota adjusted his hips and rutted unconsciously, rubbing his condom clad wombrecker.
“Mmmmn! Slow down, boy…I ain’t going anywhere.” She reassured him with a tender smile.
One of her hands trailed downwards his cock, slapped it against her pussy folds, making a lewd sound to which she giggled and bit her lower lip. The boy’s cock twitched from the touch of her firm hand, and Mark whined softly as his balls spurted some prenut jizz into the condom.
The golden-haired shota tried his damn best to act composed and relaxed, but there was no denying it: he needed to be inside her right there, right now, and claim her pussy once and for all tonight. His eagerness could be seen through his trembling body as he pressed his feet onto her plump ass, and with the guidance of Miss Belle’s hand, aimed the red crown of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. With one precise thrust, he moved his hips down until he hilted his fuckrod deep within, and the tip hit directly into the Milf’s cervix. The gorgeous woman covered her mouth and held a stifled moan that would otherwise might awaken the other resident of the house, and kept her mouth covered as the 11-year-old lost control of himself, and decided to clap their hips and slap his balls against her asshole with vicious thrusts. The bed started to creak, and the room was soon filled with the sounds of sex and moans.
¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!¡Plap!
“Nnnnghh.” The boy groaned with clenched teeth before almost lolling his tongue out. He was grabbing Miss Belle by the legs now as he drilled her pussy, and with each rapid thrust, another twitch from his balls sent more pre jizz cream into the condom. By how much force and intensity his thrusts were used, his tip only pecked at her inner folds. The black Milf loved how much he was rearranging her insides, and the sounds he made each time would only make her flood his shota dick with juices that ran down her globe-sized ass. “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” He repeated.
“Nnnnfffffuuuuuuuck!” She uttered in a hushed groan under her breath. She was clearly taller and could have easily resisted his thrusts had he been somebody else, but she willingly allowed herself to be used like a fucktoy for this sweet and caring white boy, who checked on her and offered his help unquestionably, even without understanding the weight of her issues. She loved being lusted after by him, and she wanted to tempt him so that he craved her: she wanted Mark to become obsessed with her body, and use her cock on her in whichever way she and he wanted.
Mark and Diane gave in to the pleasure. No longer was she the gorgeous chocolate friend’s mother of a classmate, nor was he the sweet boy who visited her home to play games with her son: tonight, they were mating like animals. Like male and female, rutting their hips as they fucked with vise and discretion contradicting each other.
¡PLAP!¡PLAP!¡PLAP!¡PLAP!¡PLAP!¡PLAP!¡PLAP!¡PLAP!¡PLAP!¡PLAP!¡PLAP!¡PLAP!¡PLAP!
Mark’s ball tightened, and he felt his cock twitch once more. He increased the thrust's pace as he held her Black Momma down in a mating press, slapping her soaked pussy with his smooth and hairless nutsack. He went down her chest and wrapped his slim arms around her soft curves.
“Mmmmmnnnnnn! Cuuuuummin’!” He announced.
“Do it, cum inside me!” Miss Belle groaned as she felt her own climax nearing, as she kept repeating the words “Cum inside your Black Momma’s pussy”.
With a muffled squeal on her side and a soft groan on his, Mark’s hips gave in to the thrusting and decided to remain deeply hilted inside her pussy. Miss Belle’s pussy squirted in reaction to the boy’s circular motion inside her, while his cockslit flared open and blasted heavy ropes into the condom, forming a heavy and warm nutglobe that rubbed against her womb entrance. The boy flooded the condom, and arched his head back as he made an “O” face, eyes turned white from the weight of the orgasm.
¡Spuuuurt!¡Spuuuurt!¡Spuuuurt!¡Spuuuurt!¡Spuuuurt!¡Spuuuurt!¡Spuuuurt!¡Spuuuurt!¡Spuuuurt!
They held each other tightly while they enjoyed their mutual climax for a couple of minutes that felt like heaven on earth. Then, Mark felt his dick soften inside Miss Belle’s pussy, and the force of his ejaculation diminished. He fell on her body, spent and tired, and the black woman unconsciously embraced him. They were both breathing heavily in need of air, and remained silent as they recovered.
Finally, Miss Belle spoke, “Jesus kid…you are too good,” She claimed, resting on her pillow, looking at the ceiling with a tired grin.
“T-thank you.” The boy replied, his cheek blushing from the compliment, “You are…wonderful and p-perfectly beautiful,” he stammered.
The black woman chuckled, but could also not help but blush from the sweet words her young lover expressed.
They lost themselves in each other’s eyes, captivated by the affection and curiosity in each of them. Carefully, they melted into an embrace, as Miss Belle stood up and pulled Mark into a loving kiss. Again, their mouths pressed open as they moaned into each other’s lips, while their tongues flicked and twinged at each other. The black woman’s hands trailed off down into his boycheeks, pulling him closer. They kept their makeout for a minute, until she pushed back, to which both of them replied with a smile, and Mark added a giggle on his part.
“Look at us, acting like an old couple,” Miss Belle joked. She softly caressed his dirty blonde hair and ruffled it.
His blue eyes stared right through her as he furrowed his brows. “Old? But you and I are not old geezers,” was his confused response.
A slow smile formed on her lips as her shoulders relaxed, and a velvety chuckle adorned her full ebony lips. Miss Belle enjoyed his innocence and well-meaning nature, but his naiveness was one of his defining features she adored the most, “I know darling. I meant that we behave like we have done this kind of thing before, like boyfriend and girlfriend who dated each other before,” she explained.
Mark felt his cheek flush red and his eyes flare open. “B-boyfriend and girlfriend?” He stuttered, looking away.
“Yes…w-why, you don’t like it?” She suddenly felt her chest tighten, and her shoulders stiffened. Miss Belle never considered Mark’s feelings about committing to a relationship. She never realized there was an actual possibility he would not be interested in being with her at all, and for some reason, she was surprised at how scary that felt, to not be wanted by a sweet kid the same age as her son.
“O-of course I would!” He snapped back, hugging her tighter and pressing his chin against her small cleavage, still blushing, but with a spark of determination in his eyes. “I-I wanna be Black Momma’s boyfriend forever and ever!” He declared.
As if to reinforce his point, his cock pulsed inside her pink cunt, hardening once more at the idea of being the gorgeous Milf’s shota boyfriend, which elicited a moan of surprise on Miss Belle’s lips. She felt a warm, fuzzy feeling of relief, and butterflies rumbled in her stomach. Her face softened, and she cuddled with him as she ‘accidentally’ ground her hips over to get him ready.
“So sweet,” she exhaled in a husky tone, looking down on him with adoration. Miss Belle leaned over to his neck, nuzzled it before gently biting his earlobe and adding with a sultry tone, “I think you need to get a fresh condom…Mommy wants to have more sex with her cute little boyfriend.”
Mark gulped with excitement as he went for it and pulled off the bed for another rubber. He felt a bit exhausted by all the fucking they done, but he was certainly sure this night he was going to use more than a couple of rubbers to celebrate his newly declared relationship with the black woman all night long.
The next morning…
Henry yawned and stretched his arms as he walked through the hallway towards the living room, where he could see his mom in the kitchen brewing up some coffee. The Milf looked dazzling even in the morning, wearing a long purple robe and white slippers that hugged her hourglass figure like a second skin.
“Morning mom” his little boy said as he sat at the table.
“Morning sunshine.” She greeted him back as she went to the living room and served Henry a glass of milk and some eggs with a smile, “I hope you and Mark had a lovely time playing videogames last night.” She gave him a knowing grin, fully aware they were probably playing until late at night.
Her son smiled and giggled, rubbing his hands at the plate in front of him, “Yup! We had a lot of fun!” He suddenly stopped to smell the air, and turned his head around, “Hold on, are you making fish? You know I don’t like it.”
Miss Belle snapped for a second, straightening her back as she tried to regain her natural attitude. He probably smelled the dozens of Mark’s used condoms she had tied around all over her waist, as she liked to do, almost like in a sacred manner to always carry her white baby seed all over her black body.
“N-no, that must be your imagination!” She calmly quipped back as she put some bread in the toaster and tried to act calm while pouring out some coffee on a cup.
“Oh…okay,” Henry replied, confused but not giving the matter a second thought. “Still, I am surprised how heavy a sleeper Mark is.” He took a sip of his milk and forked a bit of his eggs. “The guy was sound asleep when I went to get him, and he didn’t want to come out for breakfast. Said he felt tired.”
“Well, that’s what you boys get for staying up so late!” She calmly responded with her classic stern but soft scolding voice as she took a seat in front of her son. Truth was, Mark was probably spent from all the fucking they did last night, fucking like brutal animals who sought to mate with each other. Dozens of condoms were used in the bedroom, and after a quick shower, they left the bedroom reeking of sex and fluids. She had to change the sheets and put them in the laundry while they cleaned themselves.
“Hey, it was for a good purpose!” He defended himself with a mocking, serious tone, “I needed to explain to him why Dive Hard 1 kicks more butts than Dive Hard 2, made by another company…”
Miss Belle rolled her moss green eyes as she nodded and mentally prepared to listen to the hour-long exposition she heard a million times before, while thinking of waking up Mark with a sneak pic on the bathroom wearing the red lingerie she had underneath and a warming message. Dating a cute boy like Mark was a dangerous game, but one that she found herself addicted to.