Chapter 5

As the boys disappeared into the cabana to shower up, Elliott pulled his pants back on and retreated into the house, unsure of what to do. He closed the sliding door behind him and was just turning when his mother’s voice reached him.

“Elliott?”

He looked up, seeing his mother hugging the wall at the top of the stairwell as she craned her head around the corner. “Yes, Mom?”

“Honey, could you be a dear and make a quick run to the store for me. Just take some money from my purse and the keys are by the front door.”

“Oh, okay. What do you want me to get?”

“Grab a couple of bags of chips, whatever you think the boys might like. And get some of those Red Bull drinks too.”

“The energy drink?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. Red Bull.”

“Uh, how many? Just one for each of them for lunch?”

“Uh, no. Maybe you should get more than that, in case they get thirsty later.”

Elliott started pondering what she meant by ‘later’, and what was going to happen between now and then that might make them thirsty. “Okay. How many then?”

“Well, do you know if they come in a case of twenty-four?”

Elliott’s eyes opened wide at the thought of those guys with a case of Red Bull inside them. “I uh ... I’m not sure, but I can look.”

“Okay, good. Twenty-four should be fine. And see if they have them cold. Make sure you get some cold ones. And, oh yeah, get something for yourself, if there’s something else you want.” Tanya paused as Elliott nodded. “Great. I’m just gonna take a quick shower. I should be done by the time you get back and then we can get lunch together. Thanks, sweetie.” She put her hand to her mouth and blew him a kiss before stepping back and disappearing from view.

Elliott had been worried that things would be awkward when he and his mother came face to face again, but that cute little smile on her face as she blew him that kiss set him at ease, letting him know everything was okay. He’d have hated it if they both had to deal with each other day in and day out while being riddled with guilt. That windblown kiss and the brightness in his mother’s eyes let him know he had nothing to worry about. He actually felt the anxiety wash out of him, for which he was grateful.

He took a few bills from her purse and grabbed the keys to the SUV. Opening the garage door, he backed out past Jamal’s van and headed the short distance to the variety store, the same one where he and his mother had confronted the bullies yesterday. He couldn’t believe so much had happened in such a short time. His mother had met them for the first time less than twenty-fours ago, and now they were treating her like their cum-hungry bitch. But he noticed she wasn’t complaining-no siree, not at all.

Elliott was still recovering from the intensity of the orgasm when he went off in his mother’s mouth. The feeling had been even more amazing than he’d dreamed, and watching her eagerly swallow his cum was incredible. Elliott was rapidly starting to realize what Jamal had meant when he said he ‘could do things for him’. And if it was more of that, Elliott knew he was all in.

When he got to the store he asked if they had a case of Red Bull in the cooler, and he was happy to find out that there was full case in the storage fridge in the back of the store. The owner was happy to have it taken off his hands. Elliott grabbed a couple of bags of chips and some Doritos for himself and was back home in no time. He slid the case of Red Bull in the spare fridge in the garage and made his way to the kitchen, where he stuck six cans of the stuff into the fridge there.

He was anxious to see what the boys had in store for his mother next, and he was just as keen to have them ‘fuel up’ on Red Bull, if that’s what they wanted to do. He gathered up plates, silverware, and napkins and took them out to the patio table, distributing then around in five settings. He decided to wait until the boys came out from showering in the cabana before asking them what they wanted to drink.

He was just taking the pasta salad out of the fridge when he heard voices coming from outside. He looked up to see the three boys come out of the cabana and walk over to the table after placing their bathing suits and towels to dry on hooks on the side of the building. He noticed they’d all donned their jeans, but all three were shirtless. Their jeans hung low on their hips, not one inch of underwear in sight, letting him know they were going commando.

Elliott was envious of their muscular physiques. Each one had defined abs like people in ads for gyms, and both Gunner and Jamal had powerful looking chests, with pronounced pecs that looked like plates of body armor. Even Zeke, with a slightly smaller build, still had prominent muscles in his shoulders and arms. Elliott knew that when it came to having a muscular body like those guys, he’d been dealt a bad hand from the start. With a disgruntled shrug of his shoulders, he made his way outside.

“Hey guys, what would you like to drink with lunch?”

“What’ve you got? Still no beer, I guess,” Zeke responded.

“Uh no. Sorry. We’ve got Coke and Dr Pepper, and we’ve got some Red Bull now too.”

“Red Bull?” Jamal said as he looked at Elliott questioningly. “I thought you didn’t have anything like that in the house.”

Elliott shrugged. “We didn’t. My mom asked me to drive to the store and get some just now.”

“Nice. Smart woman. How many did you get, one for each of us?”

“Uh no, she asked me to get a whole case. Twenty-four.”

Jamal had a sly smile on his face as he looked over at his two pals before returning his attention to Elliott. “That was very thoughtful of her to ask you to do that. I think she deserves a present in return, don’t you think so, guys?”

“Definitely,” Gunner replied.

“She deserves a present that’s nice and big after being so thoughtful,” Zeke said as he gave Gunner a playful punch in the shoulder.

“Yes, I think you’re right,” Jamal said. “We’ll definitely give her something big.” He turned back to Elliott. “That’s great to know you’ve got that on hand, but a Coke is fine for now. We might need The Bull a little later.” He gave Elliott a sly wink as he said that.

The other two chose Cokes as well. “Okay, Cokes all around. I’ll be back in a minute.” Elliott had just gotten some glasses filled with ice when his mother’s voice reached him.

“Thanks for getting started on things, dear.” He looked up as his mother came bounding down the stairs, her shapely body clad in her yellow dress again. “I tried to hurry through my shower. My hair’s still a bit damp.”

Her hair was down now, released from the scrunchie she’d been wearing when she was in the pool, and when she’d had her hair pulled back in the hot tub when she was having her mouth worked over by the bullies. It shone gloriously, the lustrous blonde highlights catching the light beautifully, a few of the tips still damp as they clung to her bare shoulders. It fell past her shoulders, framing her gorgeous face attractively.

Elliott noticed that she’d quickly touched up her makeup too. She’d brushed on some bronzy-pink eye shadow and applied some mascara, which made her already long lashes look even longer. Her lips had a coating of pink gloss that made them look wet and inviting. It struck him as funny that he was already looking at her mouth that way, having dumped a load of cum into it just a short time ago.

But it wasn’t just the way she was dressed or how her hair looked, there was something different about her. She looked so alive, and seemed to be almost ... he couldn’t find the right word to describe it, but ‘glowing’ was the closest thing that came to mind.

“Were you able to get the drinks I asked you to get, sweetheart?” she asked as she joined him at the granite-topped island.

“Uh, yeah. They actually had a whole case in one of their big coolers. I put the whole case in the fridge in the garage and brought in six for now.” He pointed to the fridge as he popped open the cans of Coke he’d already retrieved.

“That’s great. The boys didn’t want them?” she asked as she watched him pour the Cokes into their glasses.

“No, they just wanted Cokes right now.” He couldn’t help but notice that she had a bit of a disappointed look on her face. “But Jamal said they might want the Red Bull later.” Her lips turned up in knowing smile after he said that.

She grabbed a big spoon and popped the lid off the pasta salad as Elliott pulled out a serving tray. He placed four iced-filled glasses on the tray, three with Coke and one Dr Pepper for himself. “What would you like to drink, Mom?”

“I’ve got an open bottle of sangria in there. I think that would be nice.”

Elliott switched up his mother’s tumbler for a big wine glass and poured the chilled fruity wine over ice for her, adding it to the tray. The boys were sitting around the patio table talking quietly as he made his way towards them and passed their drinks around and set out the plates and silverwear, the table shaded by the retractable canopy that projected from the side of the house.

Their attention was diverted as Tanya approached the table, loaded down with a large bowl in one hand and a big serving spoon in the other.

“Who’d like some pasta salad?” she asked as she stopped next to Jamal. Instinctively, she knew he was in charge and started serving him first, spooning the food onto his plate. “Elliott, could you go in and get the chips, please. I’ve already put them in bowls. Thank you, dear.”

Elliott strode back into the house and picked up the two bowls from the kitchen island, one with chips and the other with Doritos. As he returned to the patio, he saw the three boys eyeing up his mother, Zeke and Gunner blatantly running their gaze up and down her curvy form. They looked like they were about to start drooling.

Elliott noticed his mother took a spot to Jamal’s right at the round glass table. Elliott took the spot next to his mother, with Gunner and Zeke on the opposite side.

“Tanya, thank you for asking Elliott to pick up some Red Bull for us,” Jamal said. “Me and the guys really appreciate it.”

Tanya smiled sheepishly. “That’s all right. You said you’d like it, so I thought, hey, no time like the present, right?”

“We’re glad you were so thoughtful. It’s going to come in real handy when we’re getting tutored by Elliott. Sometimes when we’re doing school work, we just want to drift off. That stuff’ll give us an extra kick to make sure we’re upright and at full attention, if you know what I mean.”

Tanya couldn’t help but blush at Jamal’s provocative words. “Well, that’s good then. I’m glad to help.”

“Yes, with some Red Bull around,” Jamal said as he nodded towards her, “and with your help,” he paused as he blatantly reached over and ran his hand along Tanya’s bare thigh, “we’ll be able to keep going for hours on end-study, that is-even if things get really hard.”

Tanya flushed at his words, her eyes moving to his hand, which was now stroking the inside of her thigh.

“Zeke, pass me those chips, would ya? Man, this food looks good.” Jamal changed the topic of conversation, much to Tanya’s relief, but his hand stayed where it was, his long black fingers caressing the smooth skin of her inner thigh just slightly above her knee.

As they started eating, the three boys talked about people that neither Tanya nor Elliott knew, and didn’t seem to care that they were excluding them from their conversation. Elliott and Tanya sat quietly and ate, while all the time, Jamal kept his hand on Tanya’s leg, stroking teasingly back and forth.

Towards the end of the meal, Elliott noticed Jamal shift his chair a bit closer to his mother’s, and then, with the arms of the two chairs almost touching, he returned his big black hand to her leg. He kept talking to his friends, and Elliott turned his attention back to his food, spearing one of the few remaining pieces of pasta with his fork and shovelling it into his mouth.

“Aahh...”

Elliott turned as his mother gave a sharp intake of breath. She was sitting stock still, her eyes looking down, her face flushed. Elliott followed her gaze and, through the glass-topped table, he could see that Jamal’s big mitt was now beneath her dress, hidden beneath the bright yellow fabric. Elliott saw Jamal’s hand move higher, getting closer to his mother’s pussy.

“Unhh...”

His mother gave another little gasp, and this time Elliott saw the bump of Jamal’s hand move beneath the shifting fabric, right dead center between his mother’s thighs. As Jamal kept talking to his friends, Elliott looked up at Gunner and Zeke, who he saw were looking through the glass table as well, devious smiles on their faces.

“Open those up for me there, sweetheart,” Jamal said, as if he was asking her to pass the salt.

“Huh? What?” Tanya replied, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead.

“Your legs. Open your legs for me.” As Tanya sat there dumbfounded, Jamal reached beneath the table with his left hand to her knee, keeping his other hand centered on her cunt. He looked past her to Elliott. “Elliott, give me a hand here. It looks like your mother is still getting used to the way things are gonna work around here from now on. Take her knee and you and I will open her up.”

Elliott looked his mother in the eye as she turned to face him. He looked deep into those ocean-blue eyes and saw the longing in them, the willingness in them to do whatever Jamal wanted of her. She didn’t need to nod or say anything. Elliott knew she wanted him to do as he’d been told. He reached down beneath the table and closed his hand over her right knee, her bare skin feeling electric beneath his fingers. He moved his hand, pulling her leg in his direction. He could feel only minimal resistance, and the fact that his mother was agreeing with what was being done to her caused a jolt of arousal to shoot through him. He could see that Jamal was pulling her other leg as well, the opening between her thighs growing as the skirt part of her yellow dress rose higher and higher. Soon both boys had her legs pulled open until they pressed against their own legs, her legs open in a big ‘V’ facing directly towards Gunner and Zeke across the table. Elliott released his grip on his mother’s knee but left his hand in place. He shivered as she made no attempt to close her legs.

“That’s good, Elliott. Hold her dress up out of the way for me,” Jamal said. “I want to make sure the boys here have a nice view.”

It struck Elliott as perversely strange that Jamal was talking about his mother as if she wasn’t there, as if she was just some piece of meat to do with as he pleased, with no choice or say in what was going to be done to her. But Elliott also found it wickedly exciting.

While Elliott gathered up the material of his mother’s dress on his side, Jamal did the same, pushing it almost up to her waist. With a nod from Jamal, Elliott reached further across his mother’s midsection and held the gathered fabric in a knot in his hand, holding it against her flat stomach, just above the slim waistband of her panties.

“Well, look at that,” Jamal said a she slowly brushed his black hand over her lower abdomen. “Aren’t those just the cutest panties you’ve ever seen?”

As Elliott had expected, they were the tiny corn-silk yellow panties that matched the bra she was wearing. The waistband was a slim ribbon that fit low on her hips, with the front panel of her panties barely covering her lush mound. With the panties being so small, it was easy to see that she was cleanly shaven. But the thing that Elliott saw clearly-and he could see Gunner and Zeke taking notice as well-was the fact the her panties were so wet in the front as to be almost transparent. Her labia could clearly be seen through the sodden material, the tantalizing line of her seeping gash a dark shadow between those fleshy petals.

“Fuck me, look at that-she’s soaked,” Zeke said, leaning forward for a better view through the glass table.

“Yes, she is, isn’t she?” Jamal replied, a lecherous grin on his face as he ran his fingers slowly up her thigh before toying with the leg opening of her panties. He traced his index finger all the way up the angled edge of her panties until he hit her waistband, and then his fingertip moved across her flat stomach.

Holding her bunched-up skirt against her midsection, Elliott could feel her stomach do a flip as Jamal’s finger traced teasingly along her waistband. Elliott looked up at his mother’s face. She was looking down into her lap as if in a trance, watching what was happening to her, just like the boys across from her. Her mouth was open and she was breathing in ragged little gasps, which was making her massive breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath. But she continued to sit there with her legs widely-spread, letting Jamal have his way with her.

Elliott’s attention was drawn back to her lap as Jamal continued the exploration with his fingertip, following the line of the leg opening down on the other side of her seeping little box until it disappeared beneath her. He then took his middle finger and placed it right in the middle of her fleshy mound. He pushed inward slightly, the material slipping between the lips of her overheated pussy. He drew his finger slowly up, following the line of that inviting crevice, until he hit the prominent nodule of her clit.

“Aaahh...”

All the boys looked at her as Tanya gave a little gasp, but never looked up, her eyes focussed on Jamal’s big black hand, his finger now drawing a slow circle around that fiery button of pleasure.

“Aahh ... aahh...”

She gasped again as Jamal toyed with her clit for a few seconds longer. Her panties seemed to get even wetter, the dampness shimmering in the subdued light as more of her discharge flowed through the soaked fabric.

As Elliott held her skirt up out of the way, Jamal slowly drew his whole hand upwards, pressing his palm against her flat stomach. Elliott felt the muscles in stomach quivering beneath the young black man’s touch, and then he watched as Jamal inserted his fingertips beneath the waistband of her panties and slid his hand right down inside.

“Oh yeah, she’s a wet one, all right,” Jamal said as he looked up at his two friends. “Fuck, man, this is like sticking your hand in a bowl full of melted butter.”

Jamal’s hand was cupped right over Tanya’s mound and, as Elliott looked down, he saw Jamal start to manipulate his fingers. It looked to Elliott like a small animal burrowing around inside his mother’s panties. Not only was it bizarrely erotic to see, but the lewd wet sound emanating from between her legs was wickedly thrilling.

“Oh my God,” Tanya let out a low groan as Jamal started to work her over.

“So, as I was saying, I’ve got no idea what Chet is gonna do with that car,” Jamal said as he looked up at his friends, carrying on a topic of conversation that they’d started in on earlier, one that Tanya and Elliott knew nothing about. The three boys kept talking, their eyes occasionally flicking down to the lewd spectacle taking place beneath the glass table as Jamal kept fingering her. The sticky squelching sounds coming from her dripping cunt could clearly be heard as Jamal’s fingers moved more forcefully now.

“Oh ... I ... I ... OH GODDDDDDDD...” Tanya moaned as she started to come just a few minutes later. Her feet shot out straight as the muscles on the insides of her thighs quivered like a plucked bowstring. She gripped the arms of her chair tightly, white-knuckling it as the intense sensations shot through her.

“Aaahhh ... aaahhh...” She gasped as Jamal kept working over her sloshy box with his hand and fingers. She was coming so hard that she almost seemed on the point of convulsions, her body gyrating and spasming in paroxysms of ecstasy.

Elliott stared, breathless, as he watched his mother climax. His hand was pressed up against her stomach as he held her skirt up out of the way, allowing Jamal to finger her unhindered. He could feel her stomach muscles tensing and flexing as the luxurious sensations of a toe-curling release shot through her. His cock was hard as a rock as he looked at her strikingly beautiful face, now glistening under a fine sheen of perspiration, her eyes half-closed in blissful pleasure, her mouth open as she raggedly gasped for air. Jamal kept his fingers busy in her gushing cunt, and within another minute or so he brought her to a second climax, her squeals and moans of pleasure filling the air.

And yet Jamal continued to work on her, his hand still moving diligently inside her panties, until she finally had to reach down and place her hand over his. “Please ... please ... no more,” she pleaded, her oversensitive pussy throbbing from the intense sensations those talented fingers had just given her.

Jamal stopped what he was doing, but kept his hand where it was, his huge mitt cupping her sex possessively. “Nice, very nice,” he said as Tanya slowing withdrew her hand from his, setting it back on the arm of her chair, but making no move to close her legs, or remove his hand from inside her panties.

“Oh fuck, was that ever hot!” Zeke said, causing everyone at the table to look in his direction. He reached beneath the table and unzipped his jeans, drawing out his cock, which was rock hard. He pointed the dripping tip right at Tanya. “Jesus, I need to come again after watching that.”

“Elliott,” Jamal said, looking past Tanya to her son. “You can let go of her skirt now.” Elliott released his hold on the material which then slumped against Jamal’s arm, but still left their view of his hand beneath Tanya’s panties mostly unblocked. Elliott then looked at Jamal expectantly. “I want you to go into the house and get a couple of things for your mother.” Once again it struck Elliott as strange that Jamal was talking as if she wasn’t right there between them. “Get her one of those hairband things to tie her hair back, and I want you to get her some red lipstick.”

“Red lipstick?” Elliott asked, looking quickly at his mother who was still recovering her intense orgasm.

“Yeah, as bright red as you can find.”

All eyes looked at Tanya as she turned towards her son. “Elliott, on my makeup table you’ll see some tubes of lipstick standing on end. On the bottom you’ll see the names. I think there’s one there by Revlon called ‘Ravish Me Red’. And in the top left drawer you’ll find a bunch of hairbands and scrunchies.”

Jamal nodded, a smile on his face. “I love that, ‘Ravish Me Red’. That seems pretty appropriate, based on what we’re going to be doing to that sweet mouth from now on.”

Elliott rose from his chair and hurried into the house. He couldn’t believe how wired he was to see what Jamal was going to have her do next. Since he wanted her hair pulled back, and fresh lipstick put on, it wasn’t hard to guess that he’d be putting her mouth back to work. That last comment of his made that idea a no-brainer.

Elliott scrambled up the stairs and into his mother’s bedroom, heading straight for her makeup table. He opened the drawer she’d mentioned, spotting a myriad of combs, brushes, clips, and other hair accessories. He rifled around amongst the various hairbands and scrunchies, finally pulling out a scrunchie covered in yellow material. He figured it would match her sundress pretty well. He turned his attention to the lineup of lipstick tubes standing on end next to some other makeup containers. The black and silver tubes looked like a column of bullets, but bigger. It reminded him of his own cock compared to those of his three bullies. The second one he turned over was the one she wanted, ‘Ravish Me Red’. He turned on his heel and sped out of there, taking the stairs two at a time.

When he got to the table, everyone was still in the same position. Jamal’s hand was still inside his mother’s panties, his fingers moving languidly over her hot flesh, while Zeke still had his dick out, the end dripping precum as he slowly stroked it back and forth. Elliott could tell that Zeke was doing it slowly just to keep it nice and hard, not to get off. He figured his mother would be put in charge of taking that load out of him.

“Here’s everything you wanted,” Elliott said as he set the stuff down on the table in front of Jamal.

“Good man. Before you sit down, grab that cushion off that foot rest thing.” Jamal pointed to the cushion atop one of the ottomans in front of the closest lounger. Elliott stepped over and grabbed it before retaking his seat. “Great. Toss it under the table.” Elliott did as he was asked and then sat forward, elbows on the table, not wanting to miss a thing.

Jamal kept his hand inside Tanya’s panties as he passed her the scrunchie. “Okay, sweetheart, put that hair up for us. We don’t want your hair getting in the way when we put that pretty little mouth of yours to work. And remember that. You might want to keep a bunch of those hairbands sitting around the house. You’re going to be sucking a lot of cock from now on, and whenever we want to use your mouth, I expect you to pull you hair back to get that mouth ready for us. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Tanya compliantly agreed as she whipped her blonde locks up into a ponytail and cinched it tight with the scrunchie. Her legs were still spread wide apart as Jamal kept his hand slowly kneading her pussy.

“Good girl.” Jamal looked at the lipstick tube. A smile played at the corners of his mouth as he read the name, and then handed it to her. “It’s the same with the lipstick. Unless I tell you otherwise, I want it to be bright red, like this one. And the same with your fingernails and toenails-bright red. When we get here tomorrow, I expect you to have that taken care of. You got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“All right then. Put some of this on. I want to see what those sweet lips look like when they’re dressed up properly.” Jamal handed her the lipstick.

Tanya removed the cap, spun out the waxy tube and expertly applied a thick layer of the brilliant red lipstick. The boys, including Elliott, all watched in rapt attention as she rolled the tube over those soft pouty pillows, making them glisten wetly. The bright red color looked luridly wicked against her alabaster skin, turning her mouth into an inviting red gash that they already knew was the perfect cocksucking receptacle.

“Nice, very nice. That’s the way your mouth should look all the time when we come here,” Jamal said as he finally pulled back his hand from inside her panties, a wet sucking sound accompanying the withdrawal, letting Elliott know it was likely he’d had his long middle finger buried inside her gooey trench. His big black hand was covered with her juices, her warm cunt-honey glistening erotically on his skin. Elliott could smell his mother’s alluring scent, the heady aroma filtering deliciously into his senses like an intoxicating drug. “First thing, give me those panties of yours. I’ve gotta wipe this hand on something.”

As soon as Jamal had withdrawn his hand, Tanya had demurely closed her legs and pushed her skirt down. Now, she shimmied her hips as she reached beneath her dress and pulled her panties off, passing them to Jamal obediently. He took the tiny piece of silky yellow fabric, already soaked with her juices, and wiped off his hand, her sticky discharge shimmering nastily on the surface of the sexy garment. Jamal spotted Elliott watching him intently as he wiped off each shiny finger. He then tossed the panties to the boy, who instinctively snatched it out of midair and clutched it to his chest.

“There you go, Cox. I think you can put those to good use,” Jamal said as Elliott stared at the prized panties like he’d just discovered the Holy Grail. Elliott saw the others watching him and, with a guilty look on his face, he stuffed the panties into his pocket. Jamal turned his attention back to Tanya. “Good girl. Now, get down there under the table and take care of Zeke. Wrap those sexy red lips around that cock and keep sucking until he fills that pretty mouth of yours.”

Without a word of objection Tanya crawled beneath the table and placed the cushion on the ground in front of Zeke as he spread his legs, his rigid dick hanging out of the opening of his jeans. His hand was wrapped around the base, pointing it at her like a gun, precum drooling from the tip.

“Make that mouth into a nice oval for me,” Zeke said. “Give me a nice target to aim for.” As Tanya moved closer, she did as Zeke asked, circling her pouty lips into an inviting red ‘O’.

“Oh fuck, look at that,” Gunner said. All of the boys stared at Tanya’s beckoning open mouth, a perfect cocksucking orifice that seemed to be just begging to be filled.

“Oh yeah, that’s real nice,” Zeke said. “Now let me see you run that tongue around those pretty lips. Get them nice and wet for me.”

Tanya didn’t hesitate. She rolled her pink tongue in a slow teasing circle around her pouty lips, making then shine invitingly, the red lipstick standing out brilliantly against her creamy white skin.

“Oh man, she’s got a perfect mouth,” Gunner said, his hand rubbing over the front of his jeans. “Fill it for her, Zeke.”

“All right, baby-doll, come and get it. I’ve got another nice big load for you,” Zeke said as he flicked the dripping knob of his surging prick at Tanya’s face, a glistening web of precum flying from the tip and landing lewdly on her cheek.