Mr. Johnson’s Pleasure

I couldn’t wait for dinner tonight, and not only because I was hungry. It had been a boring week and my dad was away on another one of his business trips, leaving me home with mom. She seemed excited about having Mr. Johnson, her boss, over for dinner. She talked to me about him endlessly over the past few weeks, gushing about his charm and good looks. Apparently, he was a real catch—a successful, handsome businessman who always showed appreciation for my mom’s work. I was very curious to meet this man who had enthralled my mother so completely. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her curves, and I could tell she had made an effort to impress him.

As I set the table, ensuring everything was perfect, I pictured Mr. Johnson in my mind. Mom had described him as a tall, muscular black man with a captivating smile and an air of sophistication. He was at least twice my age, but I couldn’t help feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness at the thought of meeting him.

The doorbell rang, and my heart skipped a beat. Mom answered it, and I heard her greet Mr. Johnson warmly. His deep, rich voice floated through the house as they made their way to the dining room. When I finally laid eyes on him, I was stunned. Mr. Johnson was even more handsome than I’d imagined, dressed in a sharp suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and toned physique. A beautiful blue, flowery, tie hugged his thick collar. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief as he smiled at me, and I felt a sudden strange flutter in my stomach.

Dinner was an exquisite affair, with Mom and Mr. Johnson engaging in playful banter that had me giggling into my glass. My mom, a beautiful and confident woman, seemed to light up in his presence. I watched as Mr. Johnson’s eyes roamed over my mother’s body, appreciating her curves, and I felt a strange thrill thinking that this powerful man found her desirable. My shy nature kept me quiet, but I couldn’t help stealing glances at him, imagining what it would be like to be the object of his attention.

As the evening wore on, I noticed a subtle change in my mother’s behavior. Her flirting became more intense, and she seemed to be intentionally brushing her hand against Mr. Johnson’s thigh under the table. I felt a twinge of jealousy, but it was combined with a growing arousal as I witnessed their chemistry. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was going on between them.

After dinner, I offered to clear the table, giving them some privacy. As I carried the dishes to the kitchen, I heard their laughter from the dining room, followed by a suggestive silence. Curiosity getting the better of me, I crept back towards the dining room, only to find that they had disappeared.

I searched for them, my heart pounding. The house was quiet, until I heard soft, muffled sounds coming from behind my mother’s bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, and as I peered through the crack, my breath caught in my throat.

There on her bed was a now nude Mr. Johnson, with my mother on her knees, in front of him. I silently gasped as I saw her lips wrapped around Mr. Johnson’s hard, black cock. It was the biggest cock I could ever imagine, like it had come straight out of the porn I was used to watching. His muscular body relaxed and his eyes closed she pleasured him with her tongue. I watched, transfixed, as her lips slid up and down his entire shaft, her hands gently caressing his heavy balls.

My face flushed with heat and I felt my pussy growing moist as I witnessed this secret passion. My mother, the elegant lady I knew, was acting like a wild, sexual creature, sucking Mr. Johnson’s veiny cock with a deep lust. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she deep-throated him, taking every inch of him all the way down her throat, her eyes watering from the effort. He smiled as he enjoyed her talented mouth.

My hand drifted between my legs, and I began to rub my clit as I watched them. I imagined it was my mouth on his cock, sucking and pleasing him, and I wondered if it would even fit. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as my fingers worked my bare pussy, my juices soaking into my panties.

Mr. Johnson pulled my mother up, his cock shining with her drool. He kissed her deeply, passionately, as he unzipped her beautiful black dress. It fell to the floor, discarded alongside his suit and blue tie. He hungrily kissed and licked her neck and slowly worked his mouth down her luscious body. Next, he delicately pulled off her black lacy panties and greeted her beautiful mound with a kiss. This wonderful man took my mother’s body in his arms and gently laid her back on the bed. I watched, mesmerized, as he spread open her legs, caressing her inner thighs. His thumb rubbing her clit as he positioned himself between her legs, his giant shaft poised at her eager pussy. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid inside her, filling her with his massive black pipe.

My mother’s eyes rolled back as she gasped, her hands tightly gripping his broad shoulders. “Ohhh, Mr. Johnson,” she moaned, her voice trembling with desire. “You’re so much bigger than my husband!”

He withdrew almost entirely before slamming back into her, his hips snapping forward with force, her head thrown back in ecstasy. My mother’s large breasts jiggled with each thrust, and her hardened nipples made an alluring sight. I felt my orgasm building as I delighted in watching them fuck, my fingers working furiously on my clit.

Mr. Johnson flipped my mother onto her hands and knees, her round ass raised high, offering him a new angle of attack. He gripped her hips and slammed into her, his balls slapping against her clit with every strike. Her cries echoed through the house, ringing equally of bliss and pain. I pinched my nipples, imagining it was Mr. Johnson’s rough hands on my body.

“You love this big black cock in your tight pussy, don’t you slut?” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he spanked her ass.

“Yes! I love your huge black cock so much!” she panted. “Fuck me harder! Make me your slut!”

I watched him pound his cock deep inside my mother, over and over. He was fucking her like a whore and I had never seen my mother happier. The clapping of their skin together grew louder, and my mother’s cries became more desperate. “I’m gonna cum again!” she shouted. “Oh God, yes!”

Her whole body shook as another amazing orgasm ripped through her, and her hands gripped the soiled bedsheets in a frenzy. Mr. Johnson moaned, his brawny hands seizing her bucking hips, and I realized he was looking right at me. My heart raced as our eyes locked, but he was completely unfazed and instead, it seemed to arouse him even further as his thrusts got harder than before and his primal grunts louder.

Suddenly he paused, then his hands violently slapped my mother’s ass cheeks, which were already glowing red from their relentless love-making. She yelped with every strike, and even I found myself flinching from the fearsome whipping sound.

“Now be a good girl, show me how bad you want my cum!” He demanded, and my mother submissively obeyed.

She threw her ass back on him, willingly giving her hole to massage his throbbing black dick. Her rear rhythmically bounced against his pelvis with a smack, as she happily took all of his inches back inside her.

“Please cum inside me Daddy! I need you to fill my pussy!” my mother pleaded. I never thought I’d hear my mom say those words, begging like a needy slut. Any doubt in my mind of my mother’s intentions were now clear, she wasn’t doing this for a raise or a promotion. He truly owned my mom’s body and mind, and she was only concerned with providing and receiving Mr. Johnson’s pleasure.

He stared right at me intensely while squeezing her neck, then continued to savagely plow his huge cock balls deep in her cunt. Groaning with satisfaction while beginning to explode, pumping his thick load in my mother’s pussy. He flooded her womb with his warm cum, his fertile seed mixing with her juices as he emptied every drop into her.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, I let out a whimper as my cum flooded my panties and ran down my thighs.

As he collapsed beside her, I realized I’d been so captivated that I’d made no attempt to hide my presence. My mother’s eyes met mine, and she smiled, unashamed. “Oh, honey,” she purred. “Come here, my sweet girl.”

As I nervously entered the room I became enveloped in the aroma of their sweat and cum. I approached the bed, my face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Mr. Johnson smiled at me, his dripping wet cock still standing rock hard. It was even bigger up close and I couldn’t take my eyes off it, my mouth was watering.

“You’re just like your mother, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t speak, my mind reeling from the intensity of what I’d just witnessed.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, my gaze never leaving Mr. Johnson’s cock. My mother placed both her hands on his hulking shaft, still slick with a blend of their cum. As she leisurely stroked him I noticed her sparkling wedding ring still on her finger, and now it was covered in all their sinful fluids. “Your mother and I have a special arrangement, Olivia. I’m going to take care of you both now.”

My mother kissed his tip gently, “That’s right, baby. Mr. Johnson is your daddy now.”

I couldn’t resist as Mr. Johnson pulled me closer, my new daddy was about to show me just how special his arrangement with my mother truly was.