Mom just looked tired and sleepy, no doubt from the alcohol, and her eyes dropped from drowsiness as she fixed me breakfast. I stood there for a few moments, unsure of what to do. A part of me wanted to desperately crawl into bed with mom, the same bed where I had often held her while she had cried after the divorce, taking her well-fucked body in my arms and rubbing my cock against her soft body. I tried not to moan from my own pleasure as I stroked my bulge, as I watched the strange black man grab mom roughly by her thick hair, as he began brutally fucking her soft, warm mouth, using her for his own pleasure. Her tits were fairly large though they were sagging a bit with age. It was the hardest I had ever cum, and I wished I could have been filling up mom’s mouth with my cum, even as I watched some of black man’s disgusting, dirty seed escaped from the corners of mom’s mouth, coating her sweet, pink
