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“Thank you so much for this,” Stacy repeated once again, “Mark’s babysitter has been off since her exams, and you are the only person I can trust.”
Diane Belle was your usual suburban neighbor: a successful career, a fulfilling life, a healthy lifestyle, and a loving child as a result of matrimony, which ended after being cheated on by the hubby’s secretary. Thankfully, she was a hard bone to chew, and after a successful divorce, she redirected her life back towards success, landing herself a job at an important company, regaining time for herself and her baby, and working on herself, looking like an ebony goddess of workout in her early twenties rather than her actual late thirties. The sexy flat-chested woman had short, defined black curls, impeccable soft skin, and she wore a simple tight tight-fitting white shirt, which clung to her toned waist and the pronounced curves of her A cup titties. Her jeans were also a tight fit, clad like a second skin that highlighted her wide hips and firm ass, combined with pearl bracelets on each wrist, and black sandal high heels. Truly a sight to see.
Diane smiled, “ It’s okay girl, you know that,” she reassured. Her green eyes went down to her bottom left, where Mark stood beside her. His dirty blonde head was tall enough to her curvaceous waist. The boy was timidly smiling at her mother, his left hand resting on the back of Diane, cautiously resting on her thigh.
Mark’s mother rolled her eyes and sighed, “Yeah, I know, it’s just-” she stuttered, “I don’t like to come here unannounced, and I know you probably are busy with your son…”
“Again, it’s no big deal,” she repeated, flashing her teeth with a smile. She had red lipstick on her bee-stung lips. “Henry’s with her dad this weekend, and had no plans anyway.” Her hand rustled the 11-year-old's hair, and chuckled, “Besides, he and I get along very well, right baby boy?”
“Y-yes, Miss Bell!” he stuttered, face beaming red like a tomato. The boy had pearly white skin and was quite skinny, making his shorts and shirt look ever looser than usual. His blue eyes remained locked with hers for a second, and a faint resemblance of a smile came to his face. Stacy felt a weight lift from his chest, and sighed in relief, his mother’s worries melting; he was in safe hands.
“Very well,” She agreed, finally convinced. She bent down to level with her son’s face, and caressed him by the chin, “You better listen to what Miss Stone tells you, okay?”
“Okay, Mom,” he timidly replied.
They shared a brief hug, and then she walked back to the car, where she waved once more. Both the woman and the boy waved back, smiling like a perfect example of innocence, where nothing could be wrong.
If only Stacy knew how hard her son’s other hand was in between Diane’s buttcheeks, palming around her right assglobe and faintly lifting it before they entered the house, she’d realize things were quite different.
“Mmmmm,” The black goddess moaned with her mouth shut, “Slow down, baby boy, my ass is not going anywhere,” she purred with a smirk.
Mark gave a nervous laugh and timidly looked up to her, “S-sorry, it’s just…it’s been forever, since last time.” He gently gave another squeeze, testing to see if she would push his hand off or perhaps move aside. Instead, she wrapped her arm around him and nodded. His kiddy fuckrod twitched in his pants, raising a faint tent on his crotch, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the black milf.
“I trust you did as we agreed and kept your word upon your…impulses,” she cooed. They reached the living room, a tidy place with luxurious leather couches and beautiful tapestries and paintings. The pair seated on one of the bigger ones, unnaturally close, and facing each other intimately, “I have a special reward planned for today, in case you did.”
The 11-year-old gulped loud and played with his finger, but never looked away. “I-I did!,” he confirmed, “Ever since l-last time, I didn’t…ehm,” he looked down, flustered, “Touched myself down there,” he whispered. He clenched his tiny hands on his shorts, and by this point, his erection was quite prominent and raised a full tent.
Diane immediately pressed her thighs together and felt a warm pooling her cunt. He always reacted so timidly and nervously at first, and despite seeing it each time she took care of him, the feeling of taboo and desire was always strong, like a monster about to eat their prey. She crossed her legs and smiled as the boy’s gaze turned to her thighs before quickly reacting back and acting casual.
“Good boy,” she purred. Her hand went to his chin, just like his mother did, and leaned closer until they were face to face, “You know how much your Black Momma loves it when her sweet little boyfriend saves all his milk.”
Gently, she pressed her lips onto his, catching him by surprise, despite how many times they had done this before. Mark jolted at the sudden kiss, but his rolled eyes gave way to him leaning in for a hug around her cinched waist, and slowly kissed back. Diane pulled him closer with one hand on his lower back, and he complied by climbing on her lap, strapping her, grinding his clothes-clad white cock over her belly. The woman and the boy moaned in pleasure, and when the black woman pushed her tongue trying to pry into Mark's lips, they sloppily made out, coiling their tangled tongues.
“Mmmmhmm…mmmmphmmm,” Diane moaned, her lips coiled around his tiny tongue, just like she taught him to, “Now mine,” and she pulled hers, which he caught on with his smooth kid lips.
“Hmmmm~” Mark grunted on it and rolled the tip of his tongue around her, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He knew deep down that what they were doing was wrong, and he feared they should never have started doing this kind of thing.
In class, they always warned him about dangerous people who’d prey upon children. They would lure them with lies and promises, only to take advantage of them, and groom them into misery. However, Miss Belle was always kind and heartwarming with him, and always treated him respectfully each time they greeted each other.
Seven months ago, as these things tend to happen, things took a turn; each time he would go into the gym showers at school, he’d be mocked about his dick size. While the other kids were taller, or brawnier, or broader, he was short, skinny, yet hung. This made him insecure and worried to the point of asking for an adult’s help, and that someone was none other than his lovely black neighbor.
Diane was a conventional adult, and before that moment, she mostly preferred guys her age. However, upon seeing the monstrosity Mark held between his legs, putting even adult men in a run for their money, something flipped within her: it’s not like she had feelings for the boy. After all, he was just a boy who lived around the neighborhood, and sometimes she helped his mom by watching over him. The boy was polite, well-behaved, and adorable at best.
After seeing that piece of meat, Diane felt something she had forgotten ever since her newlywed days: desire.
And just like that, under the pretense of helping each other, she and Mark began a secret relationship, where she would take care of educating the boy in matters of sex under the excuse of “raising his confidence”, while she got the chance to enjoy a good cock. Mark was surprised and confused, obviously, and knew this wasn’t meant to happen, and yet, he always liked Miss Bell, and the way he treated him felt so good on him; he decided to play along and enjoy the ride. Seven months later, he is happy with his choice.
Finally, after five minutes of slow and deliberate tongue suckling, Diane took control of the situation and gently moved her mouth away from Mark’s with a loud ‘mwah’. Multiple threads of saliva hung between the two mouths. She smiled at him, licking her lips and gulping their mixed mouth fluids. The kid had lipstick smeared all over now, but didn’t seem to mind.
“Now that is a good welcome kiss,” The gorgeous black Milf joked. She put a finger on his shirt, tracing circles. “I’m sure you’d love to keep going as much as I do, but I think we should be somewhere private first,” She purred.
Mark eagerly nodded and followed behind Miss Bell upstairs. His stare was fixated on the toned ass that swayed in front of him, deliciously clad like a second skin on those jeans. His cock twitched once more in his shorts, and the boy felt the urge to rush towards her legs, bury his face right between those meaty globes, and rub his pearly face on it. Diane turned her head slightly as she moved forward and smiled; she knew he was staring, and she adored how much he wanted her ass.
Soon, they entered a big bedroom, with expensive wooden furniture on a wall, a TV hanging on the upper right wall, and a king-size bed on the opposite side. The floor was carpeted and soft to the touch. The room smelled like Diane, a delicious perfume whose aroma clouded Mark’s mind a bit more.
“M-miss Belle…” Mark began.
“I told you, baby,” Diane interrupted him, “when we are alone, you have to call me ‘momma’”
“R-right! I’m sorry!” He apologized, looking down, “M-momma…are we gonna… do the…uhm…buttjob thingy?”
The ebony Milf only chuckled, “That depends on whether you truly kept your word,” she teased.
“I-I did!” He stammered, pouting up at her. “Just like we promised.”
The woman chuckled and nodded. She did, in fact, believe him. Mark was an honest kid, always true to his word. Any time she checked for him to see if he didn’t spill any of his seed outside of their alone time, she was gladly proven how loyal he was, something that made her heart flutter, and her body tremble with excitement.
“Then why don’t you pull out that cock, and show me how much you missed momma?” she cooed with her hands around her hips.
She pointed at the bed and motioned for him to get on it. He hoisted himself up and sat on the bedframe, facing the black goddess. He held his breath and kept his legs spread, eager for the next part, his cock tip pointing upwards to her toned belly, and throbbing from the excitement.
She bit her lower lip and let a moan escape while Mark quickly peeled his shirt up and neatly folded it, then his shoes and socks came off, and finally, he stood straight on the bed and looked away, his soft round face beaming red, flustered, as he tugged the upper hem of his shorts, and slowly pulled boxers and shorts down. It quickly revealed the reason why she fell so easily: a hairless three-inch-wide meatrod pulled down from the pressure, going down until it went over the cocktip, and flapped back. At full mast, the black woman gasped in pleasant surprise once more at the sight of his penis. It was eleven inches long, well hidden, thanks to his baggy clothes. Thick pencil-sized veins rooted up the fucklog shaft, and the tip was slightly hooded, his cumslit gaping and oozing precum that trailed down. Diane rubbed her thighs together unconsciously at the marvelous sight of such shota dick, and she thanked the universe for being blessed with such a gorgeous partner and lover as the 11-year-old boy.
Slow and elegant, the woman sauntered towards Mark and got on her knees with calculated measure. Gently, her fingertips held the boy's inner legs and spread them wider. Looking at him closer, he was still hairless, and she could see nothing. Up close, she noticed it was steaming from the shaft to the tip, but most importantly, it reeked of a strong, foul odour of filth and accumulated seed.
Diane giggled and smiled. “Ohhh, it definitely seems like you kept your word,” she approved, leaning down to whiff, and she cursed, “Mmmmm fuck me, that cock stinks!”
The boy shimmered and looked away. “Y-you said if I came to visit and play with you, I had to keep it dirty for a day,” he apologized.
The black Milf chuckled with a nod. “Yes, and thank god for that, baby.” She went for a quick peck on the young lover, and her hands carefully pushed him so that his back was on the bed, his legs dangling and spread open, and his fucklog resting on his smooth belly. Her lips went to smooch the left side of his neck. Mark jolted and whimpered, but didn’t resist. Diane kept nuzzling her way down, leaving her lipstick kisses over the neck, collarbone, chest, belly, and finally, her pubic area. There, she stopped, and carefully wrapped her hand, almost thin in comparison to the eleven inches of cunt wrecking monster, and held it by the root, “You know momma loves tasting this big, juicy cock at its best.”
Carefully, she guided it back to Mark’s belly, and then she placed her hands next to his thin waist. Diane looked up to him with a glimpse of mischief. She puckered her brown lips and carefully kissed the donkey cock, trailing down towards the real place she ached for.
Mark’s balls were just like his cock in terms of size. Unlike other kids (and some men), his balls hung a bit lower, still hairless and smooth, and they sweat faster, emitting an odour the boys made fun of every day in the changing rooms. The black Milf, however, would soon prove them wrong.
Today, Mark’s cumsack glistened with the sweat he didn’t clean as instructed, and each time she tugged and stroked his massive shota dick, they churned and jolted. The scent was strong enough that Diane didn’t need to move closer to get hit by the smell of sweat and accumulated cum. Lost in words and clouded-minded with the stench of smelly boy cock, she dove her nose between the musky balls, and took a deep breath as her tongue twirled around. She let out a desperate groan of pleasure. Her left hand went to her pants, and she unfastened the belt. Her fingers quickly peeled them down to her knees, and her fat ass wobbled out, still clad under a black bikini thong, its string pulled high to her waist. Diane’s fingers trailed downward her mound, and she slowly proceeded to rub her cunt lips. The boy whimpered at first, but slowly moaned once his older neighbor used her lips and tongue to suckle and blow one ball after the other, marking them with the stain of kisses and lipstick.
Mark was in heaven right now. He always loved staring at the black woman whenever he thought she didn’t notice, and his eyes would be glued to the sway of her luscious love handle hips, and big, big-sized butt. It was thanks to Miss Belle that he got into masturbating to interracial porn with white guys fucking black women. He’d jack off while dreaming it was him and the black goddess and have sloppy tongue make out while he put his hands around those assglobes and sandwiching his shota penis until he came. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he was crazy about asses, and the black woman’s ass was the prime reason.
“Now now…how about I start getting this beautiful monster ready?” She giggled. Her hands held his fuckrod parallel to her face, with the cockhead covered by foreskin and leaving only his cumslit exposed. Diane leaned down on it with her tongue and moaned as she went under the folds. The boycock twitched, and it shot a small thread of pre nut right on the black petite slut. She gasped, but quickly smiled as he continued rolling her tongue, and softly peeling it off with help from her hands, while Mark grabbed the bedsheets and held back his moans, only to whimper and gasp in return from each wave or touch.
After a few minutes, the tip was exposed, shiny and clean; it was a crimson apple-shaped cock head, smooth and beautiful, and now, with the help of Diane, clean and steamy. The first times they did this, Mark would succumb to the mere kisses and tugs, cumming almost instantly. Today, however, he knew there was a reward for him if he endured the buildup from his Black Momma.
“Mmmmm…my my, you barely even reacted to it,” the black woman observed, amused yet also proud of him. She pursed her lips and gently slapped them with Mark’s cock. “Tell me…did you hold back because you wanted to be a good boy, and get a reward from your black momma, hun?~.”
The boy looked at her, flustered and hesitant.” Y-yes…I wanted to have momma’s body on my” he began with a strangled tone, clenching his fists, “m-my p-penis.”
Diane stopped the urge right then and there to jump over, cradle his legs, and ride him until he creampied her. The way he timidly admitted he wanted to feel her, momma, all over his cock, was enough to make her brain go haywire. But she was the adult one here, and if she wanted to get what she wanted, she had to play nice with her little white lover boy.
The black woman stood up and carefully lifted her shirt off. Then, she got rid of the jeans, but kept the heels on. Now, she was fully dressed for sex with Mark.
Underneath her casual mom clothes, Diane wore a sexy black microkini. Her boobs were barely there, only the round shape flattened up. From the small sizes of the triangles, Mark could barely glimpse the coin-sized areolas behind, poking through the fiber, and down at her bottom, an equally sized triangle protected her cunt lips, but left exposed a trimmed bush, specifically cut that way to let him see it. Combined with the high heels, it reminded him of the ladies in those adult videos on the internet, and he could not help but stare with open wide eyes.
“Like what you see, baby?” She asked, slowly moving her body to an imaginary melody while Mark eagerly nodded in silence, “I bought this swimsuit just for our quality time together,” she explained, chuckling.
She then turned around and gave him the best view: from the back, her ass ate the string of black thong, turning it into two round meat globes that bounced and wobbled between the black triangle. Mark’s eyes were now entranced by it, and Diane knew it. “So, which part of your momma you wanna feel first?~” She looked back over her shoulder with a teasing smile.
The boy knew what he wanted to ask from the beginning of the day, yet, like with everything, he could not help but struggle. “I-I want…” he cleared his throat and tried again, “I-I want…I want you to use your butt on my p-penis, momma!” Despite the red tomato color of his cheeks, he stared at her, and they locked eyes. God, she loved this kid so much.
“Mmmmm, very well,” she nodded. Mark’s face lifted, and she couldn’t help but laugh…he was so adorable, “Sit up, I’ll go get us the condoms.”
“¡Yes ma’am!” He chirped instantly. Diane went to one of the furniture cabinets and pulled out a box of XL condoms. Long before they went further, the black woman's conditions for them to have sex were two: to keep it secret from everyone, be it friends or family, and to always use contraception, since Diane knew the dangers of such virile seed could do to her baby room if they failed to be cautious.
Skillfully, Diane ripped one of the rubbers with her teeth, spewed the package, and then was back on her knees, right in front of his dick. She swiftly pressed the item on her fat lips, aimed the peeled cocktip to her mouth, and slowly descended halfway on his cock. Mark tilted his head back and lolled his tongue out. He almost threw his small hands around her curls and buck her hips to begin a rough loving facefuck session, but as soon as the black woman was certain the condom was properly set on his fuckrod, she stood up, shoved him with one hand until his back was on the bed, and then she climbed over him, straddling him with her legs bent on each side of his waist. One hand guided the 11-year-old’s cock between her ass crack while the other lifted the microkini bottom to let it be sandwiched between those firm cheeks that the black woman clenched mischievously right as she gyrated her hips.
“Mmmm, such a good cock on my butt,” she moaned. The flat-chested milf leaned over and pushed her A cup titties on Mark's face, “Does my baby love when his Black Momma rubs her ass on baby’s big cock?” she purred, taking his hand and putting it on her rear bottom, and pressed them so they were groping them.
“Nnnngh, yes!” the blonde boy grunted, whimpering at the bouncing she enacted on him. His hands buried themselves on the marshmallow ebony meat of his neighbor, and he unconsciously bucked his hips in return, synchronized with Diane’s hip dance, “L-love it so much!”
Just then, Mark stared right at Diane’s little boobs, bouncing in front of him, still clad in the small triangles, and his mouth watered, moving to the idea of tasting. The black woman noticed and chuckled. Her hands quickly went to her back and untied the top before tossing it away. Now he could see the beautiful, brown coin coin-sized nipples at its fullest, almost the same color of her skin. He knew from porn videos that white women’s nipples were a shade of pink in contrast to their skin; however, he loved the indistinguishable difference of color for black people’s nipples and their skin. The mere sight ot the blending small tits bouncing in front of him made his cock twitch and harden between Diane’s black butt and shoot another line of pre cum, and as if he was possessed, he lunged his face onto one of her perky nipples, slurping and suckling viciously on it.
“Hehe, ooh my, so eager!” she gasped in surprise, smirking. She leaned over him, letting him enjoy her pert boobs all he wanted while she ground rode him and moaned. “You know, my son’s dad, my ex-husband? He always said my tits were too small to be sexy.” The woman wasn’t sure why she was sharing that embarrassing fact with a child barely older than her son, let alone at a time like this.
Mark’s suckling went on, and he turned to the other one, which he moaned over while looking up to her. His eyes were wide open at the fact, and he let her know, “W-what? That’s so s-stupid!” he exclaimed, feeling anxious to call an adult something bad. Still, he wanted to tell her, “Your b-b-boobies are p-perfect, and sexy!” he blurted.
She stopped her ass movement for a moment, and they locked eyes. The boy could see her face softening for a moment, leaving the act of mommy and baby boy. The black woman felt her heart melt, and butterflies rumbled in her stomach. Unlike her ex, Mark was always attentive and caring, always asking about her life, always complimenting her body, even though he hesitated out of fear of making her uncomfortable, which only made him cuter.
“Thank you, hun…that is sweet of you to say,” she thanked him truthfully. Then, she regained her sultry tone, and resumed the ass bouncing, right when she wrapped her hands around his tiny head, pushing him closer to her boobs, “Now, why don’t you be a good boy and suckle on momma’s titties while I take care of make you feel good down here?” she suggested, turning her hips in circles against his boy cock.
Not wasting any time, she leaned over once more and bounced her fat ass on Mark’s dick, milking some more pre nut juices while she moaned and grunted at how the boy muttered some whimpering sound on each of her nipple buttons, turning from one to the other, and leaving strands of saliva on each. The intensity of their dry hump made the bed slightly creak, and the room was filled with the sound of meat colliding against each other.
Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!
Suddenly, Mark’s cock twitched a bit more violently this time. The boy, entranced into one of the black woman’s nipples, unconciously tilted his head back, but since he was tasting it with his teeth, he elicited a yelp of surprise from pain and pleasure once he accidentally pulled her perky nipple away. At this point, Diane was also soaking wet and close to reaching her climax, just when she noticed his reactions were changing.
“Are you coming, baby?” She asked him, looking down to see where his face was. The flat milf increased the speed of her bounces, and squeezed extra tight around his fuckmeat with her firm cheeks, “Go ahead, cum for momma,” she whispered to him, “Cum and give momma your love”
The boy increased his pace, his mind febrile and drowsy while he muttered and mumbled on one of her tits while his tongue made out with her nipple. At one point, he tilted his head back, but this time, Diane shoved him in, to which he suckled and made out with her button harder and harder. None of them stopped, not even when the first thick rope of cum shoot inside the condom. She even tightened around Mark’s cock, squeezing extra to ensure he felt the pressure while he came to spurt out every single shot of cum. The boy came for almost a minute, and during the whole time, the black woman didn’t stop, not even when he waned his torrent of semen until his cock fully softened.
Once he was done, the black Milf let him go of her embrace so he could catch some air. The boy fell back onto the bed, his mouth a mess between lipstick and moistened by saliva from kiss slurping her loving pert buttons. She straightened up and looked over her shoulder, over where his cock was. The condom had been filled up to the point it got slightly peeled up, and it had now a warm globe of white nut from their buttjob session. She pursed her lips and nodded in approval.
She got off the bed and sat next to Mark, staring at him tenderly. She was sweaty now, her body glistening from their exercise.
“Did my boy like Momma’s black ass?” she asked in a husky tone.
Mark could not answer right away, still stupefied from the wonderful dry hump experience. He wasn’t sure we would like it, as he always daydreamed he’d glaze and pour his seed all over and inside her instead of a rubber. However, her mastery over pleasure only managed to prove him wrong: everything he did with Diane Belle always felt good.
“Yes…it was…awesome” he admitted between huffs.
“Glad to know you liked it, baby. I loved it too” She then took care of the condom, slowly peeling it off, ensuring not a drop of cum spilled out of it. Then she pulled it, heavy, warm and steamy from the white slimy substance, and knotted the used condom on the waist string of her thong. The warmth of it pressed against her skin made her shudder in anticipation and excitement, “I hope you got more in the tank, because I am ready for round 2”
The black goddess words made his limp cock twitch, and it quickly pumped hard, throbbing in anticipation. The day was just starting, and the white boy only wanted one thing: to drain his balls with the lovely mature neighbor.
“So…what should we do next?” She asked, resting on her elbows and belly flat right next to him, smiling at him, “we can take a break, or perhaps keep going…”
“Uhm…actually” the boy lifted himself up by his elbow, hesitating, “C-can I… can I d-do you?”
Diane’s heart skipped a beat. Did he actually say what she thought he said? “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head and pressing one index finger over her juicy lips. “Does my baby want to taste me?” She inquired, making sure. The boy quickly nodded, certain of his choice, “You don’t need to do that, you know?”
“T-that’s not true!” he disagreed, “You always make me feel good…it’s only right I take care of you too”
The black lady’s factions softened up once more, and this time, her smile seemed genuine from appreciation. Lately, Mark always asked and inquired more about certain ideas related to pleasuring her, something she hadn’t gone through with her now ex-husband, and for some reason, the mere act of suggesting such a thing made her happier than any jewelry that man bought as attempts to compensate for any lack of morals.
“Well then, allow me to fulfill your wish” she accepted cheerfully. “Hop off, and let me get comfortable.” She winked at him.
The boy simply nodded, smiling at her, and flopped out of the bed. The black woman sat near the side, then scooted backwards into the headbed, where she had a couple of pillows she quickly adjusted, to Mark’s confusion. Soon understood why, as then, she lay back on them, and bent her knees upwards, spread open to expose her crotch area to him. Even covered, he could make the shape of her open cunt lips clearly defined, a faint stain patched through the black fiber.
“All right, baby boy, I am all ready and waiting for you,” she cooed, waving a finger at him. One of her hands trailed down her pussy, and moved the bikini bottom to the side. “I’m all yours to eat and serve~.”
Mark’s penis throbbed once more, a sign that he liked what he saw. Diane’s ebony pussy had strong pink colored pussy flops, oozing a bit of juice from anticipation. He gulped at how beautiful and delicious she looked right now, all open and inviting. He took a few seconds before shaking his head and climbed the bed to meet his black lover. He bent down with his face a few inches apart from her juicy cunt. Shaky hands reached out to her thighs, and he jolted when Diane moaned.
“S-sorry! Are you okay?” he inquired with alarm.
“I’m fine, darling. Just a bit surprised, is all,” she reassured. “Don’t worry too much about it and carry on,” she gently invited, spreading her legs further and leaning back.
The blonde kid tried again, this time relishing the feeling of Diane’s warm thighs and soft legs. He leaned his face in close, shut his eyes, and timidly planted his thin lips around her pussy to kiss her, something she thanked him with a moan and a swift buck from her hips. He opened his mouth and used his tongue to explore and glide. She tasted funny, he thought, but rather than being displeased or disgusted, it was slowly addicting to the boy, so he kept going. His hands rested on her thighs and pressed them, taking the chance to explore and grope them while he made out with her black pussy and pink inner folds.
Diane moaned from the cunnilingus, and slowly rocked her hips to rut his face. Mark’s nose made her feel good each time it touched her clit, a small button rising to its full attention and eager for some. The boy noticed it and remembered her lessons, and avidly jumped towards it with his mouth, suckling and licking around it. She tilted her head back from this and could not help but roll her eyes and lolled her tongue out. She reached the back of his head and wrapped him with her toned ebony legs, indicating to him that she very much loved where this was going. Then, as the next step, he moved his hands towards her pussy. One helped spread it, while the other trailed into her entrance, sliding into her steamy juices, before thrusting two fingers in. This sent her mad, and now she was definitely having some fun.
Schlick!Schlick!Schlick!Schlick!Schlick!Schlick!Schlick!Schlick!Schlick!Schlick!Schlick!Schlick!
“Mmmm, oh fuck baby, oh fuuck!” she moaned loudly to the boy eating her pussy, “You are being so good to your black momma right now, ooooh fuck so good!” she mumbled between huffs and grunts.
The 11-year-old started to catch on to the signs that she was getting closer by how much she tightened his fingers, and decided to give her the best climax he was capable of. Seeing as it would fit more, he added a third finger into the equation, and mumbled while his tongue coiled around her clit bean. The reaction was intense. She lifted her hips upwards, dragging Mark’s face and fingers with her. The boy yelped inside her clit, but kept going. The finger fucking and bean makeout was so intense for the black woman, she basically began to fuck her pussy into his cute little white face. And finally, after almost a minute, she came.
“Mnnghhh FUUUUUUCK!” She wailed, her soul leaving her body as her body shook and trembled. Her cunt squirted a powerful stream of cumjuice that clashed onto the unsuspecting boy, who kept suckling and fingering, enhancing the experience violently into a torment of pleasure. “B-BABY, STOP, I’M ALREADY CUMMIIIIIING!”
Mark opened his blue eyes and quickly reduced his pace before he finally let her go. Diane fell back into the head bed, soaked in sweat and fluids, exhausted. Holy shit, she came hard, and from none other than the baby boy she is supposed to take care of, none other!
Mark scooted over next to her, preoccupied. “M-miss Belle?” he called, “Are you…are you okay?” he asked, deeply concerned he might have hurt her.
She took a few seconds to catch her breath, “I…I am fine, baby,” she replied, giving him a tired smile, “you…were…pretty…good.”
Mark’s face lit up. “Re-really?! You liked it?” He beamed with happiness when he heard that.
“Yeah, this is probably the best orgasm you gave me so far,” she reassured, turning her body to the side so she could face him. She lifted herself on one elbow and used the same arm to support her head up. “Thank you, hun, I liked it.”
The boy’s face turned red once more, but this time, he was smiling from ear to ear, happy from the compliment and from doing a good job. He remained silent, overjoyed from the praise, until his eyes opened, and he hopped off the bed.
“Stay right there! I’ll go get some things for you!” And before she could say anything, he rushed down the stairs. Minutes passed, and she took her time to recover and plan her next thing to do. It was almost time for dinner, so they’d probably take a shower after this, eat something, and then who knows?
Footsteps came back, and Mark returned with a package and a bottle, “Here, mineral water, just how you like it, Miss.” He handled the items, “and here is some wet towels I got from the bathroom…I-I assumed you’d like some, since you always say you need them after working out.”
The black woman felt butterflies in her stomach once again. True it was that between their fucking and normal day-to-day interactions, she’d told the white boy she’d go out for a morning jog, especially since he mentioned having seen her from his window on some occasions, but this? This meant his head was not only on the gutter, thinking about her like a fucksleeve to be used and then disposed of, not that she’d mind if that were the case anyway. He saw and treated her like a person. Beyond those stares and how he’d rub his cock in every part of her skin, and explore every nook and cranny of her folds, he showed he respected her, and maybe even perhaps, that he enjoyed her company. Of course, the latter one would make sense, given how much time they’d spend together, with Diane pampering him into some sort of adoration and racial play given their skin differences, but kindness like this is what made her feel comfortable and content to have chosen to start this secret relationship between the adult black woman and the underage white boy.
She took the bottle and the package, and nodded with a faint smile, “Careful there, hun, you might make me fall in love with you,” she teased before taking a sip.
They stayed on the bed next to each other, talking about various things while they rested. Then, Diane pointed out Mark’s fuckrod and smirked at it, now fully erect again at the view of the ebony goddess and her curves. The boy remained quiet once again and looked down, flustered, but Diane was much more interested in resuming their playtime.
She scooted over with her thigh pressing over his cock and easily traced the shaft with one hand to gently stroke it, its pink veins pulsing on her delicate palms. Diane nuzzled the boy, her soft lips smooching his neck, attacking him with lustful affection, and marking him more with the smearing lipstick.
“Mmmmm fuck you are energetic,” she muttered in a husky groan. The flat-chested Milf chewed on his earlobe and licked it, “Say: how about you get another condom and show Black Momma how much you love her pussy?” she cooed.
Mark darted in a heartbeat towards the rubber box, and he quickly ripped one open, peeled it over his kiss-stained shotadick. The blue rubber covered his glistening cock, yet he could barely contain his desire to have sweaty and lovey-dovey interracial sex with her black neighbor, who always indulged him with sweet words.
“You ready for me, baby? Good.” She approved, stepping out of the bed, “Sit on the bedframe, and get ready for the real fun,” she winked with a grin.
The boy obeyed Diane and jumped into the bed, adjusting himself to fit the criteria. There, the black woman waited in front of him, standing. Her hair had disheveled from their previous fucking, and her skin remained sweaty, although a bit cleaner thanks to the wet towels. She stood tall with her flat tits right over his face, his toned belly and thick thigh exposed, and her pussy drooling juices downwards her inner thighs. When she saw he was in position, she straddled him by bending her knees on each side of his legs, and pushing her arms onto his skinny shoulder, leaving her high heels' feet dangling out. She lifted his chin with two fingers and pressed her mouth against his, slowly pushing her tongue in, making out while their hips rocked back and forth. Diane could feel his massive cock spreading her lips apart and soaking it, and she let out a moan in his boy's lips.
The boy’s hand went around her delicious waist. Diane moaned again, this time from the sensation of such small things could hold her so viciously and desire her body like that. They trailed down, and she chuckled when they ended up on her black ass, gripping it and shaking it like elastic marshmallows. Seems like her ass was truly his favorite part of her; she might have to make a note about it should they ever consider another set of holes for her baby lover.
“Mmmmm mmmwah mmmmhhmmm,” their voices echoed the sound through their muffled lips
The makeout session never stopped, and neither did the moaning and rutting while the black Milf hoisted herself up, took Mark's cock, and guided the tip into her brown with pínk folds. At first, she struggled with the crimson applesized cocktip entering her cunt hole, but that did not deter her; on the contrary, she gyrated her hips, teasing the boy as her body adjusted, until inch by inch, she tore her apart, and she sat on the boy’s lap with his shota dick stuck to the hilt. A bulge formed on her stomach, right where the tip of his cock was hitting the entrance of her cervix. Diane shuddered the whole way, and when she finally had the whole thing down, she huffed and moaned on Mark’s lips, pulled him into a tight hug with her hands on the back of his head, her legs strapped to his butt, and convulsed into cumming. A geyser of squirt erupted into his cock, soaking the condom-clad shaft, and her pussy tightened around him, almost making it hurt. Finally, she relaxed and groggily resumed making out.
Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!Plap!
Their pace fastened, and soon, the black lover was at it again, filling out the room with the sounds of intense fucking. Their hips increased their thrusting. Diane was bouncing on it so fiercely that she needed to stabilize herself even further. She was so into kissing and tongue suckling the boy while they fucked, they ended up with their bodies over the bed, hers over his, pinning him down while she fucked herself trying to get his cock to wombwreck her into oblivion, risking the chance to break the bed, judging by how much it creaked under their fucking.
CREAAAK!CREAAAK!CREAAAK!CREAAAK!CREAAAK!CREAAAK!CREAAAK!CREAAAK!CREAAAK!
PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!
Then, Mark pressed her knees together, his cock twitched, and his nutsack tightened. He tilted his head back, moaning a loud groan of pleasure as he began to shoot thick ropes of cum into the condom. Diane kept riding it before she realized his white baby lover was trying to breed her hard before she would turn her bouncing into slow, deliberate sways. She purposely squeezed her inner folds; she was going to have all his baby seed, no matter how much he had.
They kept making out and humping each other's bodies until the blonde kid fell back into the bed, limp and sweaty, but happily spent the evening. Diane took her lips away from his; various threads of saliva joined onto each other’s lips, steam emanating from them as well. They huffed and breathed in, exhausted once more, but satisfied now.
The pair remained conjoined in a loving embrace, breathing into each other’s necks as they recuperated, still holding each other close and tight. Eventually, Diane was able to speak again, although a bit more tired.
“Uff...holy…you did not…hold back…at all!” She slowly exclaimed, “You almost…broke me…in half.”
Mark only muttered an apology, still incapable of elaborating full sentences. Diane rolled to the side, the boy’s cock sliding out of her with no small difficulty. After pulling the tip out, she could feel a '¡pop!' could be heard from the way the condom fell out. Resting on his belly, the rubber became a globe with creamy nut syrup, an amount that no doubt could put a baby inside her, and for some reason, the idea did not sound scary in her mind.
“Okay, I think that’s enough fun for now,” Diane declared. She sat on the side of the bed, stretched her arms up, and went to the furniture for a towel. “We should get ourselves clean before I make ourselves something to eat.”
“Y-yes,” Mark agreed, struggling to move. The poor boy got slamfucked so hard, he could still feel her pussy squeezing him tight around, “C-can we cook together? I like being around you.”
Diane only smiled, and instead of kissing him again, lest they repeat what just happened, she scooped the used condom and knotted it into her bikini bottom, on the opposite side of the first one.
“Sure!” She agreed, opening the door to her bathroom. The black woman already tossed her clothes and heels when Mark met her at the doorframe, “And no funny business, mister. I know you like my body, but we have to eat soon, okay?”
“Okaaaaaay,” he replied as he stepped in with her. The two of them shared the shower and cleaned each other, with no small amount of touching and kissing.
2 Days later…
“Again, thank you so much for taking care of him for the weekend!” His mother, Stacy, thanked Diane for the 10th time.
“And again, you don’t need to mention it. It was no trouble at all!”
Diane was greeting Mark’s mother, who had just come to pick him up after her meeting was done. The mother seemed tired from being out the entire time, but she still showed energy and happiness to be there next to Mark.
Mark was next to his mother, now with his luggage and things ready to go. The boy looked down and was pouting, quietly holding back his desire to remain here with Miss Belle a bit longer.
“Come on, mister,” her mother said as she gently grabbed her hand and pressed it. “Time to say goodbye and thank you to Miss Belle!”
The blonde kid looked at his mother, quickly nodded, and went to greet Diane. She bent her knees down till she was at his level, and met him with a gentle smile.
“Thank you so much for letting me take care of you, Mark,” she politely said, “I had a lot of fun, and I hope you did too!”
She tussled his hair and played with it like a mother to a child. The boy’s mood lightened up, and he chuckled, nodding quietly.
The family went on their way, and soon Mark sat in their car, on their way back home.
“So, how was your weekend, sweetie?” His dear mother asked while she turned the wheel to drive around.
Mark was sitting in the back, checking on his phone. He just got a new message from Diane. It was a selfie in front of the tall mirror from the bathroom door. In it, she was wearing tennis shoes, white thigh-high socks, a white bandeau that clung to her flat titties, and the most important part: a white thong full of knotted condoms they used. There were a dozen, filled to the brim with his cum nut. The way she posed for the camera showed her swaying her hips, making it clear they were pressed tight into the panties' strings. Her face was a lewd smile, and her lips had curled into a kiss. Along the image, a text reads ‘let’s meet again soon! <3’
The boy’s face flushed instantly, and he had to make an effort to reply to his mother.
“Yeah...it was fun!”