Son's Best Friend's Dad (in progress)

Son’s Best Friend’s Dad

Copyright 2017 by Stormbringer

Based on the comic script by Stormbringer and the art of Kaoscomics

“Bye! Catch lots of fish,” said Kate waving as her husband and son drove off on their weekend fishing trip.

She waited impatiently for them to drive out of sight before spinning around and racing into her house. The belt on her short robe came loose as she ran into the house, but Kate didn’t care. She had one thing on her mind and that was getting her son’s best friend’s cock inside her again. Tyson’s teenage black cock had taken her to sexual highs she hadn’t known possible and she thought about it constantly. She dreamed about him the night after they had fucked. She was thinking of his cock last night while her little dicked husband rutted on top of her until she pretended to orgasm. Most of all, she was thinking about sharing her bed with Ty for the entire weekend. A young bull like Ty could probably get it up for her a dozen times before her had to go home Monday.

Kate ran up the stairs, large breasts leading the way, her yellow robe flapping behind her like a cape. She didn’t glance at the family pictures hanging on the wall nor did she glance at her wedding picture. When she reached the second floor and the master bedroom, she let the robe drop to the floor completely.

Kate walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on to let the water warm up before turning back into the bedroom to grab her phone. They’ve left for the WE. Can’t wait to C U again stud! XOXO, she typed onto the phone before sending the message off to Tyson. She was sure the young black teen was as eager to get his wonderful cock in her again as she was to have it inside her. Her thighs were going damp in anticipation just thinking about him.

Kate slipped into the shower and let the hot water run over her body. She couldn’t get the image of Ty’s cock out of her brain. The hard nubs on her nipples were throbbing just as her pussy throbbed along with her pulse. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it in her ears. Fucking her son’s friend had awakened something in her that she hadn’t felt since she was a teenager. Even as she ran her soapy hand down her flat tummy and over her strip of pubic hairs, her fingers slipped into the wet folds of her pussy trying to satisfy her needs. She bit her lower lip fighting the urge to satisfy herself, knowing that soon she’d have a tool much more capable of satisfying her then her thin little fingers.

Kate forced herself to focus on the shower, washing her hair and body with scented soaps. She wanted to smell good for her young lover. She expected this would be the first of many showers this weekend. Ty’s huge testicles were filled with more cum then her husband could ejaculate in a year. Sex with Tyson was a messy proposition yet she wanted him to cover her body with his seed. She hoped he would remember to bring condoms sized for her formidable cock. He’d cum so much in her husband’s small sized rubber that it had looked like a water balloon and been quite painful as it inflated inside her womb.

Kate finished her shower and dried her luscious body. She dried her long black hair. Dry, it was graying, but wet it looked darker making her look younger than her forty years. She noticed the light on her phone was flashing. She grabbed her glasses and checked it hoping it was a message from Ty. It was.

On my way. Gonna fuck you all WE long Mrs. H. He concluded it with an ASCII symbol of a long hard penis: 8=====D. Crude, she thought. Not like Ty at all, but the boy must be eager. She’d better hurry.

Kate walked over to her drawer and pulled out the little box. The lingerie had been a honeymoon present from her husband and she hadn’t worn it since. Her breasts were a prouder DD back then, but her heavier EE breasts still fit in the cups. The material was sheer and her entire areola were clearly visible as was her pubic strip through the panty. The sheer lingerie was purplish, the nylons were darker with purple rims, toes, and heels. She pulled the one up her long leg. It stopped at mid-thigh. It didn’t have a garter to hold it up, but then she didn’t need it. Kate wasn’t even sure why she was putting it on, she didn’t expect it to be on her body for very long. She hadn’t primped this much for a man in nearly fifteen years.

DING DONG!

The doorbell startled her. Dammit! She’d told Ty to use the back door. She didn’t want any nosy neighbors to see him, but the young black man had been a common sight at her house since he was ten years old. No one would be suspicious of him stopping by her house.

Kate opened the door, standing away from the entrance to keep any of her neighbors from seeing her nearly nude body. “Well, hello stud,” she purred posing sexily. “OH SHIT!” she cried when she finally saw who was at her door. She crossed her arms over her chest, but failed to cover her oversized breasts. The man in her doorway wasn’t Ty, but his father. “Mr. B… Brown, what are you doing here?”

Jerome Brown looked much like an older version of his son. He towered over her, one hand hooked in ratty sweats, the other hand holding a brown paper bag up to his face as he drank deep from the bottle hidden inside. He wore a stained white tee shirt, the black arms coming from the sleeves had bulging biceps larger than his son’s. He lowered the drink from his mouth revealing his white goatee. The hair on his head was still dark for a fifty-year-old man, but the sides were gray with stripes that made him look distinguished. His dark eyes looked in her the face moving down to her soda can sized areola, the nipples, poking out through the sheer bra, hard from thinking about his son’s cock. His eyes shone with approval, moving down her belly resting a second on the pubic strip beneath her panty before moving down to her nylons and back up to her breasts. “I’m here for the whore who been fucking my son,” he growled.

Kate’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t look him in the eyes and glanced away demurely. “I don’t know what you mean,” she lied.

Jerome leaned on her door jam, glaring down at her. “Don’t lie to me, slut.” He said harshly.

Kate’s body started to tremble and she fought to remain still and calm. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. Yet, the lingerie made her feel like a slut. Yet, she was wearing it not for her husband, but for her son’s best friend whose huge cock had her lusting after it again like a bitch in heat. She was a slut. “I’m not a slut,” she whispered.

Mr. Brown snorted. He held up his phone, no not his phone, but Tyson’s. She saw the picture from twenty years ago of her lips wrapped around her husband’s penis. The video that Tyson had used to blackmail her with. “Can’t say I blame you for seducing ma boy, seeing how pathetic your husband’s penis is,” said Jerome.

Kate’s cheeks flushed red. “Tyson stole that from my bedroom and tried to blackmail me into sex, but I refused,” she yelled angrily wagging her finger at him before clamping her mouth shut and hoping she hadn’t attracted the attention of any of her neighbors.

“You as big a lying whore as my ex-wife,” said Jerome. He was sneering at her. Kate couldn’t believe this big lying negro drunk was treating HER like he was superior to her. He flipped the image and Kate gasped in horror. Tyson had snapped a picture of her on her knees sucking his giant black cock. He flipped it again and there was a video. Brown held it right in front of her face. “Fuck me Ty. I love your big cock,” said her voice coming from the phone.

Kate’s hand came up to cover her lower mouth as she stared at the video that clearly showed her and Ty on the bed. Oh no Ty, what have you done,” she thought. She sighed resigning herself that this was going to cost her some savings. “What do you want? Money?” she asked. “How much?” And how would she explain it to John? Invent a gambling problem?

Brown snorted and leered at her. “It’s not what I want, whore.” He paused. “I’m here to give you what you want. A weekend fucking some dark meat. Not get dat white ass upstairs.”

Kate stepped backwards away from him in horror. “No,” she gasped. Ty may have blackmailed her, but he was a young handsome really fit black man and previously he’d always been respectful and polite to her. Mr. Brown was actually rather handsome and had bigger muscles then Ty, but he was older then she was, an unkept smelly slob and even worse in her eyes, a drunk. She found him disgusting and he certainly wasn’t polite and respectful. Kate spun around before she tripped over the lower step upstairs. She began to climb the steps giving him a great view of her bare ass cheeks as the flexed with each stair she climbed. She passed the picture of her happy family.

Kate heard the older black man guzzling at his bottle. He gasped afterwards and said. “This is yo lucky day. Tyson’s just a boy. He don’t know how to treat a woman like you yet.”

Kate had never been called names before. Her nipples throbbed beneath the bra. She passed her wedding picture. How dare he treat her like some slut. She felt a weird fluttering in her stomach.

“I’m gonna show you what a real man has to offer.”

Kate heard his heavy footstep on the first stair as he began to climb. Mr. Brown was so dominant and forceful, so unlike her rather timid husband who let her make all the decisions to avoid conflict.  A fresh dampness formed between her legs soaking the bottom of the thong panty. Kate reached the top of the stairs and walked into her bedroom.

“Lose the bra,” he ordered, following her.

Kate unhooked it and let her top fall to the floor. She spun around embarrassed by how swollen her areola and nipples were.

“Dems some big ass white titties,” he said crassly, gazing at them with lustful approval.

Her breasts had always attracted a lot of attention from men, especially when she wore a bathing suit to the pool or beach and one Halloween she’d shown them off in an Elvira costume. Most of the time, the attention annoyed her, but lately after being with Tyson and seeing his dad stare at them, she felt some shameful pride in them. “What do you want?” she asked, trying to sound like she wanted to get this over with. She did want to get this over with. Hell, Jerome Brown was a nearly fifty year old alcoholic, maybe he’d have erectile trouble and leave embarrassed.

“Let’s give you a taste of some cock,” he said, pulling his shirt off.

Kate was a bit taken aback by how impressed she was with his chest. John had a bigger gut then Jerome Brown had. Brown was all muscles and abs much bigger than his son’s. He was hairy compared to the smooth chested Tyson with a lot under his navel, running up really hard abdominals and spreading across his broad chest. She didn’t care for chest hair, but it looked good on Jerome making him look a little beastly. He put his hands on his hips, one still holding the bottle of booze. Kate knelt before him, crinkling her nose at the stench of alcohol from the bottle. She grabbed his sweats and slowly pulled them down. She crinkled her nose again as his underwear appeared. At some point they’d been white, but they were so dirty now with yellow stains and wispy pubic hairs stuck out through holes in the top. She wondered if he’d be as big as his son. Her eyes widened in surprise as his pants slid down his thighs and she saw the absolutely immense size of his bulge.