by Asia Marquis
"Well then what should I call you?"
"Call me... I don't know. Imani, I guess."
"Fine. Imani." I let the frustration come through. I wasn't proud of it, because I try to keep myself under control, but I was well past the end of my rope by this point. "Well, Imani, I sure don't think it would be proper for us to share a room, and the money's no big deal."
"No big deal! You try paying for a double load of out-of-state tuition for one son and keeping the other fed and clothed! I'm not paying eighty dollars for a separate room when we could have a separate bed for only twenty more."
I fumed, but I wasn't sure where her logic was wrong, per se. Finally I relented. We paid for the room and I walked out, refusing deciding that if nothing else, I could at least have a quiet act of defiance.
"Do you mind if I use the shower first?" She broke the silence first, and that was a victory in my book.
I didn't mind per se. I had planned on just going straight to bed, but I needed time to collect myself again. "Whatever's fine."
She closed the bathroom door behind her and I heard the water come on. My mind drifted as I tried to get over my frustration at having been saddled with the chore of babysitting my friend's type-A-control-freak mom.
She was attractive, when she kept her mouth shut. She knew how to dress in a way that didn't show too much, but sparked the imagination in all the right ways. I could feel a stirring in my jeans, and I knew I should turn off that line of thought, but smart decisions be damned.
I imagined what she looked like naked, knowing there was just a paper-thin wall between us. Her breasts, about average sized, firm, with dark nipples atop them. They'd fill my hands well. The image of her on her knees with a cock in her mouth flashed through my mind, and I felt a pang of desire to see her put in her place. In an instant, I was rock hard. And then something strange, almost scary happened. I heard the curtain on the shower pull back.
"David? Can you do me a big favor?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
I was surprised to find that whatever edge the frustration had put on before had softened considerably, even though it had only been a few minutes.
"I forgot my pills in my bag. Can you put them on the bathroom counter for me?"
Good lord, I thought! I had thought about it, but I hadn't thought that 'ask and you shall receive' would apply. I walked over to the purse she'd left laying on the other bed, finding a weekly pill capsule. Obviously this is what she'd meant.
For all my imagination, with my hand on the doorknob, I lost my nerve. I knocked and opened the door just wide enough to fit my hand through and dropped the capsule on the countertop. I couldn't have seen less with a blindfold on!
Afterward, I was practically kicking myself. Even if she was a huge bitch about it, how much worse could it be than being a huge bitch about everything else? And as much as I had a few chances, I hadn't seen many tits in my twenty years on the earth. In all honesty, I'd always been more interested in women with some experience under their belt to begin with, so I had turned down the girls my own age, and I only knew married women and Mrs DeAndre.
And Mrs DeAndre, of course... had her own problems, and I wasn't about to sign myself up for them.
The smart thing, I thought, was to ignore the stirrings in my boxers, get undressed, and get into the damn bed before I had to try to explain to my best friend's mom why I had a raging boner and was sitting up waiting for her. I was just about getting comfortable when I heard the shower shut off in the other room. I tried not to pay attention as she turned on the tap. I could hear pills rattle, and then the bathroom door opened.
"Hey, David? Can you do me one more favor?"
I grunted in response.
"I just... could you get me some ice? I'm nervous about going out in just a robe this late at night."
The annoyance had faded long ago, and she asked so softly that I found myself rolling out of the bed before I even realized what was happening. I silently thanked myself for keeping my jeans on, and just padded out into the open air without pulling a shirt on. The late-summer night was cool and crisp, and I found it relaxing.
I guess that even if she can be a little frustrating, even Imani could be a girl sometimes. I found the ice machine without too much difficulty. A stack of buckets sat out, and I pulled one off the top of the pile and filled it with ice. The walk back was harder than I'd expected. If my image of Imani as a distant, controlling ice queen was softening, it would be harder still to ignore how good she looked.
But I ran the keycard and stepped back inside. Mrs DeAndre was sitting on the bed, staring at the window. She had an expression I couldn't quite explain -- her eyes seemed glassy, and when she looked up, the movement was a little sloppy. As if she'd gotten into the mini-bar, I suppose.
"Oh, hey. Dave. You're back."
"Is everything all right, Mrs... Imani?"
"What? Oh, yeah, of course everything's alright. Why wouldn't it be?"
"You just seem a little... out of it."
"Don't be silly. I was just going to have a water and maybe watch some television before bed."
"I suppose that's not a big deal, I guess." I put the ice on the table. "Here you go."
Imani thanked me, sounding like she was a million miles away, as I shuffled across the room and slipped back into bed.
"You know," Imani said out of the blue. "You're looking really good lately. Football hasn't hurt you much at all. White boys really are so sexy."
I could feel myself blushing furiously, and my mind raced. What the hell? This was completely uncharacteristic for her. She had been disapproving of my sports background since I started playing in middle school. And being hit on was weirder still! I almost wondered how Jerome and Andre had been born, since I'd never seen her express a single interest in men, sex, or romance. It was all business, all the time.
But, I figured, it was probably just that she was tired. She wasn't thinking very straight. She probably meant something else, and it just came out wrong. The rationalization worked, and it wasn't long before I was on my way to sleep. Then I heard, softly, a moan. There wasn't any mistaking it as anything other than a moan of pleasure.
I heard it again, and a man's voice as well. At first I thought that the people in the room next to us were getting frisky, and I blushed. Then I heard another moan -- this one softer, but at the same time much clearer. Part of me wanted to ignore it all. I figured, if Imani was doing something over there, whatever. I would have an easier time if I ignored it.
But that's not what happened. I heard another moan, louder this time, and I turned over. I must have been misunderstanding what was going on.
I wasn't, though. She was laying on her bed, with one hand stuffed into the waistband of her jeans, and the other pushed up the hem of her t-shirt. The fabric was thin enough that I could see her hands on her breast, rubbing softly. Her jeans left a lot to the imagination, but the way she moved didn't. I watched, mesmerized, as my friend's mom openly masturbated on the bed right beside me. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself.
She looked over, the same glassy look in her eyes, and she smiled. I might have been imagining it, but her tits looked even bigger than they had before, seeming to strain and stretch against the material of her t-shirt.
"Oh, David. You're still awake. That's good."
I blinked.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Len--"
"Don't say that, now. If you're sorry, put yourself to good use. Come here, now."
I looked at the TV. It was showing the pay-per-view porn that these places always advertised. I couldn't imagine her putting that on a bill, not after the fight she'd given me over the room prices. I could hear her, still speaking.
"Do you think I'm hot? Am I a hot mom?"
"I don't think it's appropriate--"
"What is it that you kids call it? MILF? Do you want to fuck me, David?"
"You're not acting like yourself. You just need to go to sleep and you'll feel better in th
e morning."
"I want to feel better right now."
"It wouldn't be right."
"Fuck right. Shut up and come here."
"I can't."
"Fine," she said, and she pulled her hands out of her pants and rolled to the edge of the bed, taking the step across to mine.
"Imani, I don't think we should. Jerome would--"
"Don't talk about Jerome right now, babe. Let's talk about me."
I was rapidly losing my grip on the reason that had seemed so important just a few minutes ago, the reasons that this was a bad idea and we couldn't do it.
"We really shouldn't, though."
Imani pulled her shirt off and threw it toward the foot of the bed. I could see that her breasts were straining against the confines of her bra, practically falling out. Was it normal for breasts to grow like that?
"You're drunk."
"I haven't been drinking."
The pills! It must have been those. She took them, and now all this was happening. What on earth could do something like this?
"Imani, what kind of pills are you taking?"
She made a face that said she didn't want to talk about it, but in the end she rolled her eyes and answered.
"A multivitamin, a few supplements, and a pill for anxiety."
"What's the anxiety medication?"
"I dunno. New stuff. Testing."
"Is it..." I racked my brain. I had leafed through a few medical journals on a new depression drug that had some... interesting side effects. "Cromadozone?"
"I don't fuckin' know, dude." She pushed me back against the bed and straddled me, her huge tits hanging right in front of my face. "Shut up about it, will you? Just fuck me."
I was feeling hazy with arousal at that point, and that comment just made my temper flare. She wanted me to shut up and fuck her? Then that's what she would get. I yanked one of the cups of her bra away from her chest and a massive breast spilled out. I pulled her nipple into my mouth hungrily, and at the same time I pushed my hand against her through her jeans.
"Oh, just like that. That's perfect." I bit down and heard her gasp out in pleasure. "That's a good boy."
I pulled off her nipple. My cock was straining against the confines of my jeans at this point. Though there were layers of thick fabric between us, I could almost feel the heat coming off her body.
"Take it out," I growled angrily. She shimmied down the bed and unzipped my pants, my cock standing at attention. I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face into it. She swallowed my cock like a pro.
"Is that a boy's cock?" She didn't answer on her own so I tugged her off by her hair.
"Mmmmm no, don't make me stop. I want it, please. So bad. It's not a boy cock it's a man's cock"
"You like sucking men's cocks, you whore?"
"Ohhh," she moaned. "Talk to me like your whore, David. That's right."
"I don't talk to whores. I let them suck my cock. Do you want to suck my cock?"
Imani nodded desperately. As my anger subsided and was replaced with more and more arousal, I pushed her back on, forcing her to take the whole thing into her mouth, as she swirled her tongue around. I let my head roll back as I enjoyed the feeling of her mouth around me.
"Oh, baby, make me cum."
She mumbled something around my cock that might have been 'yes sir' and I fucked her throat as hard as I could. She knew what she wanted, and I was going to give it to her.
"Are you gonna swallow it all?"
She nodded her head, never stopping the delicious sucking that was driving me faster and faster to my end. If I could have stopped in that moment forever, the sound of a shit porno on the television, an incredible, busty Black MILF sucking on my cock, I would have done it in a heartbeat. I wouldn't even have had to question it. I tried to think of why I had fought against her doing this for so long, but I couldn't think. All I could do was feel the delicious, warm, wet mouth that was bringing me more pleasure than I could have imagined.
"I'm gonna cum," I said, suddenly desperate for her to come to her senses. I thought about the pernicious bitch she could be and knew that the minute that I let it go in her mouth, as good as it would feel, I'd have to deal with that again. But she didn't pull off. She sucked harder, slowing her rhythm, spending more time with my hard cock all the way at the back of her throat.
And then I felt the orgasm tugging at me, a surge of cum shooting out my cock. Imani sucked it down hungrily. I could hear her gulping hard to keep up with the cum that was pouring out of me, but I was a hundred miles away at that point, floating on a cloud.
My best friend's mom pulled off my cock with a sexual 'slurp' and crawled back up the bed until we were face to face. Then she opened her mouth, showing me how empty it was.
"See? I got it all."
"Mmm, good girl."
Her hand was fumbling for my cock, which had been softening after such a powerful orgasm, but now I felt my arousal surging back renewed.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me, Davey."
"I don't have a condom."
"I wouldn't have let you use one anyway."
The words were music to my ears. I kissed her, tasting the bitter saltiness of my own cum on her tongue.
"You know what to do."
And she did. She sat back, lining herself up with my cock, which had hardened right back up again. She rubbed the tip, still sensitive from having cum just a moment ago, against her lips. She was teasing me, I knew, but she was teasing herself just as much.
When she went to push down against me, to finally get the fullness she wanted, I pulled away, just enough that she looked up at me with a feral grin.
"Don't be a bad boy, David. I'll have to put you in timeout."
She slid down my cock, until we were pressed together. She stayed that way, both of us savoring the feeling of being coupled so intimately. I pulled her head forward and bit into her neck.
"Oh, yeah. That's good."
"We wouldn't want to leave a hickey, would we? Someone might see..."
Imani started moving, rolling her hips forward and back, slowly at first.
"Who would see?"
"Maybe your son."
"Don't worry about my son, worry about my pussy." She laughed at her own joke as I pushed to meet her hips halfway, making a delicious slapping sound.
I could feel her rhythm getting ragged, and I knew she was close to her first orgasm. I sucked hard, enough to leave a mark. Enough to hurt. She loved it, moaning out louder.
"Hush, now, Imani. We wouldn't want to wake the people in the next room, would we?"
"No, sir. That wouldn't be nice at all."
"Good girl." I bit her neck again, and she moaned. Louder this time. "Now what did I say about that?"
"I couldn't help it," she said, accentuating it with a particularly hard push against my cock. She went a little limp for a moment, and I used that moment to seize the initiative. I rolled her over onto her back and started thrusting as hard as I could, desperate to make her lose her composure even more to the pleasure that had her wrapped up so completely.
I slowed down a little when I saw her eyes regain some of their focus. She gritted her teeth.
"Fuck me harder!" I tried to oblige, moving as fast and as hard as I could. I reached down and played with her button as I rammed into her.
"Are you gonna cum again, baby?"
She growled a response. I stuffed a finger into her mouth, and she sucked on it hungrily.
"Where do you want me to cum?"
"I don't know."
"Tell me."
"Fucking--" I could see she was losing her composure again, falling into the sea of pleasure that she'd only just washed up on the shore from. "Cum in me, baby. Fill me up."
I was past caring at that point. If it was safe, if it wasn't safe, that was all fine. All I cared about was my pleasure, and I wanted to cum inside her so bad.
"I'm gonna knock you up, is that what you want?"
"Oooo-oh yeah," she moaned. If there was anyone in the room next to us, there was no mistaking what we were doing, and I didn't care. I pushed into her, feeling her pussy tightening around me, and I let out another thick stream of cum. I pulled out and thrust in again to match another rope of cum, painting the inside of her womb. I rolled off her, trying to catch my breath.
I looked at her, across the bed, trying to stay awake. I was so tired. I could see that Imani had already started to doze off. It had been a long day, and I was so tired. But it was important to keep my eyes open, because the woman beside me was so beautiful. I reached out to touch her face, to push a strand of hair out of her face. So beautiful, I thought.
The next morning, I guess not much was different. She didn't talk about it. I didn't press her. Maybe it was a stress relief thing, I guess. That certainly would help my anxiety, so I guess either way the drug worked. We ate some donuts that were provided gratis. She paid for the movie, too, which I guess answered any questions I had about whether or not she knew what she'd been doing, whether she was completely in control of herself or not.
We were driving in silence, this time. We had hours to go, and neither of us spoke. I wish I could say it wasn't uncomfortable, but for me, it was. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to turn on the radio either for fear that would just set her off, ruin the mood. For me, I figured it would just be a happy memory and I'd move on.
We stopped for lunch at a fast food joint somewhere near the border of New York and Connecticut and didn't talk much then either. Ordered separately, and though we were sitting at the same table, we may as well not have known each other. I guess we were lost in our thoughts.
When we finally got back to North Carolina and I thought, at least now I'll be able to get out of this oppressive silence. We pulled up in front of her house and I helped her pull her luggage out of the back. It was only a small overnight bag, so she wouldn't need help with it anyway.
I was getting back into the car when I heard her call out to me.
"I had a wonderful time, David. I hope... Have a good day."
"You too, Mrs--Imani."
I waved goodbye and that, to my knowledge, was the end of it.