Me and Mrs Jones
Copyright© 2021 by Zipper
Chapter 3: Zipper
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 3: Zipper - A chance encounter with Mrs Jones, leads Brad, a colouerd lad, into an unknow sexual world. Mrs Jones has had a colourful sexual upbringing from which she became an unsual sexual predator.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Drunk/Drugged Mind Control Slut Wife Black Male White Female Lactation Voyeurism Big Breasts
The realisation that my mother had unexpectedly returned, had stopped my heart in its tracks!
Amber also froze; her naked breast dripping, her skirt hoisted round her hips; and my hand deep into her pussy!
We were caught in a flagrantly indecent sexual act; and when its a mother finding her only son with her neighbour; and releasing her sexual frustration into a climax, it certainly gives those concerned some embarrassment! All three of us were momentarily transfixed.
In the following few seconds of silence, I saw the giftbox in mother’s hand; the reason she had returned unexpectedly; and I saw her look of disbelief; and the seed of anger that her cherished son had yet again been inappropriately molested by this slut of a neighbour; this Mrs Jones, who had once again tricked her into trusting her as a friend, after she had promised to stop her disgusting habit of sucking her son off in the apartment’s elevators.
And now here she was once again taking advantage of the son who, she had hoped, would one day be the United Kingdom’s first Afro-Prime Minister!
But it was the helpless cry from Amber that broke the silence, “I’m so very sorry Mrs Conners...”
Mother slowly put aside the gift she was holding and slipped out of her jacket, then uttered grimly, “Just hold her firmly from behind for me Bradley.”
I’d never before seen my mother in this frame of mind; I wondered what would happen as I drew Ambers arms behind her back. Although Amber’s head hung in shame her breast stood out defiantly while her skirt remained hoisted around her waist. Mother slowly drew back her hand and struck her across the face!
Amber screeched!
Then another blow from the other direction – then another – and another. Each time came an anguished cry as Amber’s butt rammed back into my hard penis!
Now her engorged nipples were ejecting a fine spray; in response it seemed to the pain!
On mother’s sixth strike, I came my load ... Amber also reached a shuddering climax; before she slid exhausted from my grasp, onto the floor.
It fleetingly crossed my mind that humiliation and sadomasochism would have been another of Amber’s perversions; instilled into her by her father. I felt pity for her ... and now I loved her.
My mother had then put her jacket back on; looked at me and had left our apartment for work.
Looking at the wrapped gift on the table, I realised how hurt she had been; returning with a birthday gift, only to find me having sex with her only white friend. She had been hurt – and she had retaliated in a brutal fashion. I did not resent that.