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Andrea Vargas stood in the kitchen of her large, South Florida home, chopping vegetables and preparing ingredients for that night's dinner. The 38-year-old curvy housewife wore pink leggings, white flip flops, and a light pink t-shirt she had tied off at her belly button to give her tight midriff some air on the warm afternoon. By that time, her husband and her son would not be much longer in getting home.

Andrea had been born in Colombia, and her light-medium complexion, big, juicy butt, and lingering accent were obvious clues as to her Latin origin. Her family immigrated to the United States when she was 10 and they settled near Miami, in a neighborhood with many South Americans under similar circumstances. She met her future husband, Paulo, while in high school. Being Colombian himself, Paulo and Andrea hit it off and got serious quickly. Paulo had been only the second man Andrea had ever been romantically involved with. They pleased their Catholic parents by tying the knot shortly after high school, as Paulo began law school. At 20, Andrea gave birth to their son, Daniel.

18 years later, the tight-knit family was doing better than ever, even if a little bored. Paulo had worked hard, became successful as a corporate tax lawyer, and now had his family living in relative luxury quite a far cry from their humble beginnings. Daniel, who ended up being the couple's only c***d, was now a high school senior and was quite well-adjusted. Andrea lived the life of a trophy wife. She worked out, took care of Daniel, and attended to her household duties. She was active in the local PTA and loved picking up and dropping hobbies without a thought or care. She was a great mother who always doted on Daniel, looking for any opportunity to help make life easier for him.

The boom of the heavy front door slamming made Andrea Vargas flinch and drop her kitchen knife, sending it rattling on her countertop. She sighed and listened on as her son stomped up the stairs and shut himself in his room, slamming that door for good measure. That sort of entrance signaled to her that her son had yet another "rough day" at school. There had been more and more of those recently. Andrea decided to give him a few minutes to himself in his room, before taking a break on making dinner and heading up to check on him.

Daniel lay sulking on his bed, emotional. He was angry, and a bit sad, but was still trying to stroke his soft cock to hardness through his jeans. His tormentor, local basketball star Chris Wright, had been especially mean to him that day, but that didn't stop the 18-year-old high school senior from being horny as usual. His fantasies drifted to his sexy, stacked mom but even those lurid daydreams couldn't get his blood flowing on this day.

As much as he hated himself for it, Daniel had been attracted to his mom, Andrea, since as long as he could remember. Growing up, everyone constantly reminded him, friend or foe, how hot his mom was. Over the years he had grown accustomed to men smiling at, talking to, and flirting with his mom, everywhere she took him. To make matters worse, he could hardly think of an item in his mom's wardrobe that did not accentuate her curves and show at least a few inches of cleavage. He often complained that no other sons had to put up with having a mom as hot as his.

In his younger days, the smell of her hair and the sound of her voice excited him. His mom had gotten a boob job when he was still a toddler, so young Daniel grew up staring at her jutting, swaying DD melons. Now as a horny teenager, it was the feeling of her big soft tits pressed against him in a hug, and her unbelievably thick booty that drove him crazy. That big Latina butt was her best feature. Her ass was fat, round, and firm, sticking out proudly no matter what she wore. She had thick thighs to match that rump, with defined calves and soft, pedicured feet.

After a few minutes of wanking uselessly, he heard the light claps of his mom's flip flops on the wooden stairs and let go of his crotch, knowing he was out of time. There was a knock on his door.

"Hi Mijo... it's me. Can I come in so we can talk a few minutes?"

Daniel was not looking forward to having this conversation, but understood he had little choice. "Ugh. come in mom," he groaned.

Andrea walked into her son's room, flashed him a concerned smile, and turned around to shut the door behind her. Daniel lay back miserly on his bed, arms folded behind his head. Andrea walked over to her son, worried face of sympathy, and leaned in to give him a wet kiss on the forehead. She sat near his chest, on the edge of his bed. She swung one leg gracefully over the other and let her sandal dangle on the end of her dainty foot.

"My baby boy," she stroked his face, gently moving some hair away from his eyes. "Please tell me what happened today."

Daniel let out a long sigh, his depression plain on his face. He knew he couldn't keep his predicament a secret from his mother his whole senior year. He'd just have to spit it out.

"It's not a big deal mom. It's just this new guy in school, he just transferred, his name is Chris Wright. He plays on the basketball team and he's in some of my classes." Daniel paused. "He's been calling me names and getting the other students to laugh at me..." He trailed off, the beginning of tears welling up in his eyes.

Andrea was shocked, and distressed. Daniel's first three years in high school had gone by extremely well. He was well-adjusted socially, and successful academically. She knew he had even begun to flirt with some cute girls. She couldn't bear to hear that her son was suffering at the hands of this bully. She'd read articles of what being bullied can do to people, and she didn't want her only c***d becoming an outcast or going off to college mentally unhinged. Aside from that, Andrea was angry. Who does this Chris k** think he is coming to her son's school and making his senior year hell? She would definitely need to have a talk with Chris' parents.

"Oh, baby that's terrible! What do the teachers tell him? Hasn't he gotten in trouble for that?"

"The teachers laugh along with everyone else! He's the star player on the basketball team, they let him do anything he wants."

Andrea lovingly rubbed her son's legs, near his knee, trying to calm him down as he spoke. She and Daniel were very close, having spent most of their lives in the house together while his father worked.

"What exactly has he been saying to you? What sort of names?"

Daniel grimaced, knowing that question was coming. "I don't want to talk about it mom, I want to leave it there."

Andrea's life as a housewife was comfortable, boring, and a bit lonely. Her husband Paulo made it so she never had to worry about money and her every whim was catered to. Her son Daniel was such a good boy that she rarely needed to give parental advice or get involved in any meaningful way. She saw this bullying issue as a perfect opportunity to get more involved in her son's life while getting him some much-needed relief.

"Well baby, this Chris Wright sounds like a really mean boy, and a bad apple. I'm going to find out who his parents are and will have a talk with them about their son's behavior," Andrea said sternly. Being an active member of the school's PTA and planned to ask around her usual social circle of local, concerned moms.

Daniel groaned again at her words. "I don't think that's a good idea mom, that's just going to make it worse. He'll make fun of me for sending my 'mommy' to protect me."

Andrea smiled and squeezed her son's thin thigh. "Baby, that's what mommies are for! To protect our sons, especially from big bullies!" Andrea leaned in and gave him another smooch on the forehead. "I'm going to go back to keep working on dinner and to make some phone calls, your father should be home soon. Keep relaxing or play some video games, try not to think about school. I'll call you when dinner's ready."

Daniel was at a loss for words as he watched his mom's curvy backside bounce with her out of his room.

******

An hour later, the family of three was gathered around their circular dining room table, savoring Andrea's delicious dinner. At 39 years old, Paulo was a black-haired light-skinned Latino male of about average build and somewhat below average height at 5'7". His life as a lawyer left him little spare time to hit the gym, but he had done a good job of keeping the pounds off and maintaining his lifelong relatively trim figure. Andrea loved the gray streaks in his hair and the salt in his beard, feeling they gave him a look of an older distinguished gentleman. He was madly in love with Andrea and did his best to be an attentive husband and father, though long hours at the office sometimes made that difficult.

As they ate, Andrea wanted to begin discussing her plan. "Paulo honey, Daniel has something he needs to share with you, about school." Much to Daniel's dismay, and without meeting his eye, he filled his dad in on him getting bullied, almost repeating what he had said to his mother a bit earlier. Paulo was surprised to hear his son had sudden bullying issues but did not seem quite as concerned as his wife. "Honestly, I'm sure it's just temporary guys. Punks like Chris, if you give them no ammunition, nothing to latch onto, they'll get bored and move onto the next target."

"Mi amor, 'don't do anything' is not good advice!" Andrea added incredulously. She had called around to some of the other PTA moms, asking after Chris Wright's parents. Lena, the biggest gossip of the group, was excited to tell Andrea that young Chris Wright actually lived with his grandfather, his parents rumored to have abandoned him as a c***d. Lena handled the school's fundraising mailers and was able to slip Andrea the Wright's home address. "I think the situation is serious enough that I should go over to his house and discuss this with his grandfather."

Paulo sighed. He knew once Andrea's was set on something, especially when concerning Daniel, there was little that could be done to stop her. Not having her own career made her more determined to be decisive in other aspects of her life, he reasoned. He would be better off just getting out of the momma bear's way. "Ok, maybe you're right babe. If this k**'s grandfather is reasonable, he might see it from your point of view and stop his grandson from acting this way. Would you like me to go with you? Can we maybe go this weekend?"

It was Thursday, and Andrea did not want to wait, but she was glad she had her husband's support for her decisive course of action. She smiled, brightening up her beautiful face, and held Paulo's hand in hers. "Thanks for seeing it my way baby. This is something I want to take care of tonight. And I want to do it myself. Please stay here, I'll be fine by myself." She stood up from the table somewhat suddenly, pleased that she was on a mission to help her son. It felt like her job, her turn to take charge. She turned to face her son. "I promise no matter what I will get this bully to leave you alone mijo."

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An hour later Andrea was driving her Mercedes SUV through a less-than-desirable part of town. The seedy pawn shops, ubiquitous liquor stores, and dilapidated houses, were a far cry from the manicured suburb she was used to. "Wow he really does live in the ghetto, doesn't he?" she thought to herself. "He's lucky to be good at basketball to get into Danny's school." When she finally pulled up to the address she had, she turned to see a small rundown house, with a front yard full of what looked like junk auto parts and a lonely basketball hoop on the empty, stained driveway.

Andrea found an open parking space right in front of the house. The look of the place was giving her second thoughts. Would she even be able to have a sensible conversation with the inhabitants of this place? She took a few deep breaths and reminded herself she needed to go through with this for her son's well-being and healthy future. Despite their economic situation, maybe Chris and his grandfather could be reasoned with? She steeled her nerves and marched to the front door.

Chris Wright was enjoying his hot shower, having just gone through a particularly tough basketball practice. The 18-year-old high school senior could not believe his luck recently. He had been playing ball better than ever and had recently gotten into a much better high school on the other side of town. Girls there seemed to be into him, and most students there didn't know how poor his family was. His confidence and swagger were at an all-time high. As he shut the water off and started drying himself, he heard a sharp knock at his home's front door. He wrapped his white towel around his waist and walked over to his door, leaving large wet footprints. Half thinking it was his friends from down the street, but always careful in his neighborhood, Chris stood back and yelled at the door "Who is it?!"

"Uhm, it's Mrs. Vargas," rang a feminine voice, slightly tinged with a Hispanic accent. "Daniel Vargas' mother. I'm looking for um, Christopher Wright."

Chris was surprised to have what sounded female Latina at his door, but quite taken aback when he realized who it was. "That nerd in my English class?" he thought to himself. Why the hell is his mom looking for me?" He decided to open the door, dressed in a towel as he was. Andrea and Chris laid eyes on each other for the first time, and they were both shocked, eyes wide as they took the other in. Andrea gasped "Oh my God!", her Colombian accent unmistakable.

Andrea covered her mouth with one hand and tried to compose herself. Even though she didn't quite know what to expect, an almost naked towering black man, rippling with lean muscles, was a sight she was unprepared for. Chris, standing at 6'4", was about a foot taller than Andrea, so she was eye level with his defined hard-looking pecs. She spent a second looking up and down Chris' body, hand still over her mouth in surprise. His skin was a medium brown. He had chiseled abs, and a few tattoos on his torso. His white towel started below his navel, and she could see his big feet below, looking twice the size of her own. She looked back up to meet his eyes, they were hazel, and they were roaming over her own body. He had handsome, subtle features, and close-cropped hair with a fresh fade. She could see the youngness in his face: a teenager like her son. But the body of a man, and obvious athlete.

Chris was equally taken aback to survey the surprise at his door. The first thing he noticed was Andrea's gorgeous face. She had a defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a light-skinned flawless complexion. She had dark eyes, adorned with long lashes, and thick, sultry lips, shining with a natural gloss. Her dark brown hair was tied into a ponytail near the top of her head, her straight, shining locks flowing to the middle of her back.

Chris let his eyes drop to survey the rest of her and was incredibly pleased by what he saw. Andrea hadn't changed from earlier that day; she just undid the knot in her t-shirt to cover her navel. The Florida warmth allowed her to go without a jacket that evening. Chris could see the prominent swell of her breasts and the outline of the dark bra she wore beneath her t-shirt. Looking lower, Chris felt his jaw drop slightly as he saw her unreal waist-to-hip ratio. Her trim, small waist looked to Chris like he might be able to close his hands completely around it, while immediately flaring out into wide, firm, c***d-bearing hips. Her matching thick, full thighs meant that Chris didn't need her to turn around to know she was packing a serious booty behind her. She had changed from her flip flops into clean white tennies.

Andrea finally lowered her hand from her mouth and managed "I'm sorry I, um, wasn't expecting someone to answer with just a towel on." She glanced back down at his hard chest for a split second before looking back up, meeting his eyes. They gleamed with easy confidence, and there was the slightest smirk that she could read on his face.

"I'm Chris, what can I do for you Miss Vargas?"

His velvet, rich voice and clarity surprised her yet further.

"Um that's Missus Vargas actually..." she was trying not to sound flustered, and to recompose herself. The half-naked teen had her momentarily off balance. "Is your grandfather home?"

"No, Pops is working, he's got the night shift. What do you need to see him for?" Chris asked, furrowing his eyebrows. She could sense his suspicion growing.

Andrea took a deep breath. She wanted to walk back to her car and drive back to the safety of her suburb. Nevertheless, she was here for her son, and she had made a promise. She would have to try and reason with this near-naked bully. But not on his porch.

"Can I come in Chris? I believe there's an issue with my son I really need to discuss with you."

Chris knew it couldn't be good, and briefly thought about slamming the door in her face. But he couldn't remember ever having a sexy Latina MILF show up at his door, so wanted the situation to play out a little longer. He put on his best "good guy" smile.

"Not a problem Mrs. Vargas, please come in." He moved to the side and gestured inside towards the living room. "Have a seat on the couch if you like."

Andrea thanked him and could smell his fresh body wash as she walked past him into his house. She was expecting a mess, but the place was surprisingly tidy. There was a brown soft couch, looked clean and comfortable, so she walked over to it and sat down.

It was Chris' turn to mutter "oh my god" under his breath as Andrea walked past him, into his living room. Her shirt ended right at her waist, leaving her lower body to be gawked at. He was right about her ass: big firm glutes undulated spectacularly in her tight pink pants. Each cheek was large, and round, jutting out proudly behind her. Even with his oversized hands Chris bet he could grab handfuls and still have booty meat leftover. His admiration was cut short as she made it to the couch and sat down, solemn look on her face. "This slut knows she's looking hot as fuck," Chris thought to himself. He was determined to have some fun with her.

He strode across the room, long legs taking him far, holding his towel low on his waist. He joined Andrea on his couch, sat facing her with one leg on the couch, one leg on the floor, and adjusted his towel to cover his lap up to his knees.

"Um maybe I can give you a minute to go change?" she ventured.

"It's ok, I'll stay like this. What you have to say shouldn't take too long."

"This k** is so cocky!" Andrea thought to herself. "Didn't his grandpa teach him any manners? No wonder he's terrorizing my wonderful Daniel." She decided to come right out with it.

"I really need you to stop bullying my son."

Chris raised his eyebrows in surprise. He was about to say "I have no idea what you're talking about" when it dawned on him that she was referring to those few times he clowned him in class. That's what he sent his sexy ass momma over to me for? What a mistake that was.

He looked her over again before responding. Now sitting, he noticed her sizable chest heaving with every breath. She wasn't showing any cleavage, but her tits looked full and juicy as they hung over her lap. Her hands rested on her thick thighs below, wedding ring gleaming, nails manicured red.

He looked into her eyes and said confidently "If I would have known messing with him was going to get a woman this sexy in my house I would've started bullying him sooner."

She gasped, off balance again. This k** was blatantly hitting on her. She was used to getting cat-called and whistled at almost daily but getting flirted with directly to her face by a young, black, athletic alpha male was a different story entirely. She decided to ignore the comment, and refocus on her son, keeping her mission in mind.

"I can't have you bullying Daniel. It's very bad for him, you have to stop."

Chris knew where he wanted this to go. He looked her right in the eye and said slowly, "What will you give me to stop?"

Andrea had not come prepared with any overtures, concessions, or bribes. In general, she had been planning a mix of shaming, threatening, and pleading to get her way, but didn't exactly come prepared to cut a deal. His boldness had her raising her voice a notch.

"I'm not going to give you anything to stop mister! You have to stop because it's wrong, and i*****l! I'll come back and have this same talk with your grandad, and the principal too if I have to!"

Chris kept his own voice cool and calm. "My grandad ain't gonna care one bit about some little punk, but I'm sure he'd appreciate your fine ass coming through here. Principal Wilkins needs me in his school and on his team. We're undefeated, he won't' do anything to me." Chris spread his hands, showing the Latina mom he was unfazed by her futile threats. "So, 'Mrs.' Vargas, it's simple. You want something from me. What can I get from you in return?"

"You want money?" she choked out, incredulously.

"Nah, I don't," he replied. He went in for the kill. He threw the towel from his lap, landing on the floor beside the couch. He looked at Andrea and said "To stop bullying your son, I want you to suck my cock right now."

"Dios mio!" Andrea cursed. Her eyes grew wide, mouth agape, as she stared at the monstrous cock Chris had unveiled. It was enormous, easily the biggest cock the Latina housewife had ever seen. It was long and thick, fatter in the middle, and a shade darker than the rest of his body. Still soft, the imposing, uncircumcised head flopped down to rest on the fabric of the couch between them. There was a large vein starting at the top base of his dick and running along the side of the shaft before coming to an end below the head. His ball sack was splayed against the couch, two large eggs pulsing against the thin brown skin. She was so shocked and offended, and yet she could not take her eyes off it.

"How dare you!" she bellowed, standing up, still staring at it. "I will do no such thing, I'm a married woman!" She brought up her left hand and pointed at her ring.

"I don't care that you're married." Chris grabbed his dick and began languidly stroking it while looking at the angry MILF. "Just give it a taste, or better yet a little ride and I'll ease up off your son."

Andrea watched astonished as Chris' hand traveled up and down his cock slowly. Even his big hands didn't look so big around that towering cock, how would her little hands look wrapped around it? She stared for a couple more seconds before snapping out of it.

"How dare you expose yourself to me! This is not the end of this Christopher." She wagged a finger in his face. "My husband is a lawyer; he'll hear all about this. If I hear about you bullying my son again, it's going to get much, much worse for you!"

Chris kept slowly stroking while looking up at her heaving rack. "Your body is built for black dick. You know that right Mrs. Vargas?"

She shuddered, and decided she better not linger any longer, as she had nothing left to say to this k** and his giant cock. She took one last look and stomped to the front door and out of his house.

Chris kept stroking, watching her round, soft buns flex and sway as she stormed out.

He got up to close the door behind her, still naked, dick now hard, and watched her Mercedes pull out and speed down the block, out of his neighborhood.

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It was late in the evening by the time Andrea got home. The whole way Andrea had been an angry, horny mess. How dare that k** suggest she do that to him? The nerve! How can he possibly have a cock that big? How unfair! She had only seen 2 dicks prior to Chris', and those seemed like they were from a different species compared to the package she had just seen. Especially since this one was on an 18-year-old. Was it true that all black guys were really so hung?

What angered her more than Chris' disrespectful request was the fact that she had not helped her son's situation in the least. On the contrary, she realized Daniel was probably right in thinking her visit would make things worse. She had made things worse and was now at risk of breaking her promise to him. She wasn't looking forward to seeing the look on his face when he realized her mission had been a failure.

Paulo and Daniel were watching TV and hollered from the living room when they heard Andrea come back in.

"How'd it go Ma?!" asked Daniel, his eagerness for good news in his voice.

"I'm sorry it didn't go so well mi niño. It was just Chris home, I didn't get a chance to talk to his grandfather." She paused. "I, um, couldn't convince him to stop bullying you baby."

Daniel's expression dropped to disappointment. He could see she was disappointed as well

"Ok mom, thanks for trying."

"I swear I'm not finished yet mijo. If he keeps this up, I will go have a talk with the principal. And if that doesn't work, we'll take it to the police if we have to!"

Paulo groaned. As a lawyer he hated when his wife threatened premature legal action. "Well, hopefully we can avoid that honey." His nonchalance annoyed her. She had to make this serious for him.

"Paulo, baby, I'm going to head upstairs to get ready for bed. I have something to tell you so don't take too long."

About 30 minutes later Andrea had finished showering, changed into her pajamas, and was lotioning herself up. She was pensive and worried, a lump in her throat. Her son now had a major problem at school, and there was a big black cock between her and the solution. Or was the big black cock the solution? God, she had to clear her mind. But then her husband walked in and she had to live it over again.

"What did you have to tell me babe?" Paulo asked, sitting down next to her on their bed.

"So today, when I went over there, he took it out. Chris showed me his... thing." She could barely bring herself to say it.

Paulo raised his eyebrows. He almost laughed as he said "Took what out? You mean his dick?"

"Yes, I mean his dick!" Andrea couldn't believe it as her husband broke out in laughter. "It's not funny Paulo," slapping his arm. "This is serious! It was disgusting! I stormed out immediately, how dare he! What a delinquent." Paulo was finally calming down. "Why is this so funny to you?"

Paulo wiped a tear from his eye. "So a horny teenage boy thinks my wife is hot and thinks he stands a chance if he whips it out for you? That's just too funny, that k** has some guts eh?"

Some guts and some nuts Andrea thought. She needed to show her husband how not funny all this was.

"Well that 'teenage boy' told me the only way he'd stop bullying our son is if your wife sucked on his really big dick. He said I should ride it too. Is that funny to you too?" Her eyes were daggers piercing her husband, waiting for an answer.

Paulo swallowed hard, processing his wife's words. The details made it clear that this k** had not been joking, and his attempt to proposition his wife had been a serious one. Paulo knew Andrea was also upset over not being able to help Daniel. He had to get serious and start trying to help her or end up in big trouble.

"Baby, I'm sorry that happened to you mi amor. I really am. I can't believe that punk tried to proposition you into a sexual quid-pro-quo."

Andrea's eyes opened wide, sensing an opportunity.

"Yes a quid-pro-quo! Is that i*****l, can he go to jail for that?" Her eyes shone, ideas brewing in her head.

Paulo was a tax lawyer, not a criminal lawyer, and so was a bit out of his element. But he wanted to give his wife hope. "Well it's i*****l most of the time, and in this case, it is tied to a sexual favor so I think... well at a minimum it would be indecent exposure... maybe even sexual assault."

"That's great! Maybe we can use that against him? What if we go back there and we threaten to call the police if he doesn't stop bullying Danny? That just might work!" She clasped her hands together, eyes gleaming with renewed hope.

Paulo coughed out his agreement, "Yea honey good idea that might just put the fear of God in him... but that would be a big step..." Paulo thought for a moment. "How about this babe, let's give it a few days. Your visit today may have scared him enough to stop bullying Danny anyway, now that he knows you know about it, he may stop to not risk getting in trouble. That will give me a chance to talk to some of my lawyer buddies about this as well, see what our options are. If we go over there threatening to call the police, we must be ready to follow through. How does that sound to you?"

Truth be told Andrea felt relief. Relief that this burden was now not solely hers (and Daniel's) but her smart, lawyer husband was going to help out as well. She was confident that with her husband's help they would be able to make that bully Chris leave her son alone.

"Ok baby, good idea." She leaned over to kiss him on the lips, a peck turning into several. "Thank you for helping me with this baby," she whispered huskily. "Would you let me thank you properly?"

She rubbed her hand over his crotch, and climbed on top of her husband, straddling him near the waist, her big butt right on top of his dick. She was in a pair of small satin pajama shorts, and matching tank top. She leaned down, kissing him all over his face and neck.

There was one thing Andrea had mentioned that Paulo couldn't get out of his mind, he had to confirm it. "Did you say it was really big?" Paulo asked into her ear.

Andrea sat up, surprised by the question, but horny and intrigued. She began slowly grinding her hips on his crotch.

"Yeah, he's enormous."

Paulo breathed out, and then breathed in deep. She could feel him hardening under her.

"He even touched it and started stroking it while he looked at me." She was getting hornier as she grinded her pussy onto her husband's bulge. "He told me I have a body built for black dick." She gave a moan, picking up pace as she bounced her wet mound and big ass on her husband's clothed cock.

"Wow Andrea," her husband spoke through gritted teeth like he was holding back an orgasm. "He really liked you."

Andrea moaned looking up at the ceiling, her own orgasm beginning to build. "I need you in me." She looked down at her husband. "I need you to fuck me right now!"

Andrea and her husband made love that night, more intense than they had in years. Guiltily, she thought about Chris and his big black cock almost the entire time. Her best orgasm of the night was after Paulo, having cum twice already and gone limp, was eating her pussy. She was able to close her eyes and picture that huge cock as she came hard into her husband's face.

Little did Andrea know that, just as guiltily, Paulo realized how horny Andrea's story had made him. Laying in bed, spent, Paulo realized that he was even more attracted to his wife now that this young basketball star had tried to fuck her. He drifted asleep with those thoughts...

******

On Friday Daniel didn't see Chris, the weekend flew by and Monday quickly rolled around. Andrea tried to focus by working out and cleaning the house, waiting anxiously to hear how her son's day went. Her memory of Chris' black cock was etched on her mind, and she constantly replayed in her head the moment Chris had unveiled it. She hoped her visit Chris' house may have scared him enough to leave Daniel alone, but felt deep down that was unlikely. When Daniel got home, Andrea could read the results right on his face.

"Mom, he's worse! He bullied me all day today!" Daniel whined.

"Oh mi niño, come here." She beckoned her son to join her on the sofa, and she held his head down to her chest as she stroked his hair. "Tell me what happened baby."

Daniel took a moment to take in his mother's lush, firm body. She was wearing a sports bra and tight spandex shorts, her usual attire to workout at home and stand the Florida heat. From his vantage point he could see right into her generous cleavage and her thick, solid thighs below. He could see the round curves of her ass bulge slightly on either side of her, being pushed up by the sofa. He dick stirred.

Daniel explained to his mom that his bullying problem had only gotten worse. Whereas before Chris would only pick on him when a comedic opportunity arose, that day it seemed that Daniel was Chris' preferred target. He was making his life miserable, and Daniel tried to express to his mom how humiliated and angry it made him feel.

Andrea listened sympathetically and could feel her pussy moisten as her son told her about how Chris bullied him that day. Every mention of Chris made chiseled abs and a big cock flash in her mind's eye. She knew just how physically imposing he was, which made her feel even more sorry for her thin-limbed son.

"And to make matters worse Ma, he started to talk about you too."

Andrea felt her clit stiffen, and fresh moisture on her labia. "Wh..what did he say?" she stuttered out, breathily.

Daniel sighed, decided to hold nothing back. "This morning, Chris told me to tell my 'thick ass mom' she can go back to his house to stare at his co... cock anytime she wants." Daniel picked his head off her chest, sliding out from her gentle fingers, and looked at his mom. "Can you believe he said that mom? Why would he?"

His mom's eyes were wide with surprise, cheeks flushed, and at a loss for words. His eyes fell to his mom's impressive rack and he could see both nipples stiff and pushing out the material of her tight sports bra.

"I... I... I have no idea where he would get that from honey, he's a sick boy." Andrea's skin felt prickly, her pussy throbbed. She was uncomfortably horny. At the same time, she was angry at Chris for having humiliated her son like that, in front of her son's friends and classmates no less. "Just wait until your father gets home baby. He and I have a plan and we are going to march back into Chris' house and put a stop to this once and for all."

"No, mom don't!" Daniel almost shouted. Andrea gave him a frown and he corrected himself. "I mean, I don't think you should go back over there mom. That just made it worse last time..."

"Nonsense mijo." She tapped his arm, not softly. "Like I said, your father and I have a plan. We will convince Chris to stop bullying you this time, I promise." She leaned into him and gave him a kiss square on the forehead with her puffy lips. "End of discussion. I'm going to make this better. Now I'm going to go shower and change to be ready to head over when your father comes home."

********

A few hours later, after dinner and cajoling her husband a bit more, Andrea and Paulo were en route to Chris the bully's house. Paulo was forced to ignore his son's pleas not to go, as he had already committed to his wife's plan.

That plan was roughly to threaten Chris with getting the police involved, and to use the fact that Paulo was a lawyer to cow him into leaving their son alone. Andrea hoped just her husband's presence alone would get Chris to behave himself this time.

She had dressed for comfort, wearing an olive-green pullover hoodie and matching sweatpants. The hoodie was cropped to just below her belly button, and the pants hugged her hips and firm butt. With white sneakers on her feet, it was about as modest as the Colombian housewife could be. Paulo had stayed in his office clothes, tie and all, to try and establish an air of professionalism when meeting his son's bully. As he drove, Paulo was appalled by how rundown Chris' neighborhood looked compared to theirs, and he could feel his apprehension grow.

Once again Chris' grandpa was on the night shift that evening. Chris was home alone, watching NBA in his living room and texting girls, when he was interrupted by a knock on his door.

"Who is it?!" he boomed towards the front door.

"Mrs. Vargas, again! Open up Christopher!" There was that sexy accent he remembered.

"Of course this Latina slut came back," he thought to himself, smirking. He turned off the tv, strode over to the door, and was unpleasantly surprised to see a man standing next to the thick MILF.

"Who the fuck are you?" Chris asked, scornfully.

"I'm um, Daniel's dad... um, and a lawyer!" Paulo tried to add some force to the end of that statement but proved difficult while looking up to someone much younger.

"And what the fuck do you want?" Chris asked, looking right at Paulo.

"Can we discuss this inside?" Andrea asked, saving her husband a response.

Chris turned to respond to Andrea, his gaze softening.

"Hey there Mrs. Vargas. Back for a second look?" Andrea could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger. She didn't flinch as the teenager ogled her body. Chris turned back to her husband, hard look returning. "It's only thanks to your hot ass wife here that I'm letting you inside." Chris turned and strode back into his living room leaving his front door open for the couple.

They closed the front door behind them and met Chris in his living room, where he was now standing in front of his sofa, arms crossed across his chest. He wore a black t-shirt and navy-blue basketball shorts, coming past his knee. "At least he's wearing clothes this time," Andrea thought to herself.

"You need to stop bullying our son Daniel or we're going to call the police," Andrea declared, showing no temerity as she met Chris' eyes.

Chris looked amused. "Is that right? You ever heard of the cops locking anybody up for calling somebody names?"

"They will when they hear about how you exposed yourself to my wife. That's indecent exposure and sexual assault," Paulo chimed in. "And the quid-pro-quo you offered her amounts to blackmail!" Andrea loved Paulo even more in that moment, as that was exactly what she brought him there for.

There was a silent pause, as the married couple surveyed Chris' face, trying to gauge his reaction. He did have a moment of surprise as Paulo spoke, but that quickly gave way to roaring laughter a moment later.

"Hahaha! She told you about that huh? And yet here she is just a few days later trying to get another look." He again looked over the housewife's body. The swell of her tits and her wide, firm hips popped enticingly. She was a stack of womanly curves.

"That offer still stands by the way," Chris added, using his right hand to adjust the big lump in his shorts. He turned back to Paulo. "As for you, bitch ass lawyer, your wife came uninvited to my house, interrupted my shower, and started hollering about how niggers don't belong at her son's school. Now she's back with her pencil-dick husband, trying to corner and threaten a teenager and top-performing student athlete." He looked back and forth between the Hispanic couple. "What will the cops do? Ain't no teacher at school is going to say I bully your son. You wanna lose your job over this, fool?"

Paulo gulped. Andrea turned to lock eyes with her husband and could see he had no ready response. She could tell the mention of him potentially losing his job had left him quite terrified. She could not fail, not today.

"Paulo, can I talk to you outside please? Chris, we're going to be right back." He smiled, smugly. She grabbed Paulo by his wrist, and half-dragged him outside to the front porch.

"What was that? That didn't work at all! He's less scared now than before!" Andrea whispered exasperatingly at her husband. "We have to get him to stop Paulo, we can't let him keep bullying Daniel!"

"He sort of has a point Andrea, if the cops end up taking his side... my job would be in jeopardy for any kind of scandal." Paulo paused. "What if we offer him money to stop?"

"I tried that last time!" Andrea retorted, exasperated. "He said only one thing would get him to stop bullying Daniel."

She looked into her husband's eyes, her big brown eyes showing a look of steely determination.

"He's crazy if he thinks I'm going to let you blow him," Paulo spat out, looking only half-sure.

"I know but we have to think of something!" Andrea pleaded, desperation in her voice.

Paulo paced on the porch, neither spoke for about 20 seconds. Finally, Paulo stopped pacing, and spoke quietly.

"Ultimately what this punk wants is for you to get him off. What if, we see if he'll agree to stop if... you use only your hands?"

Andrea's jaw dropped. She never thought her husband would ever suggest for her to have anything to do with Chris' cock. Yet there it was, and even though it was a heinous idea, the glimmer of hope returned in Andrea. There may yet be a way to save her son.

"You mean a handjob? You want me to offer him a handjob?" Andrea wanted to be clear about what Paulo was suggesting and wanted to make it even clearer that it was him suggesting it. She did not want to be later accused of bringing up this idea.

Paulo quickly retreated. "Um no, sorry I guess. Bad idea. I should have never suggested that, sorry-"

Andrea interrupted him. "I don't think it's that bad of an idea. It might actually be the only thing we can convince him to settle for." Andrea was walking a fine line, allowing this idea to blossom while not wanting to seem over-eager. "But what if he agrees, babe? You'll stay with me, right? You'll stay with me while I jerk him off?" She cocked her head to one side as she looked up at her husband. For some reason dick hardened at the question.

"Definitely babe, I'll make sure you're safe and that he doesn't try anything else." He looked at her questioningly. "Would you do it babe? Would you jerk him off?"

Andrea closed her eyes. Her mind flashed with images of her son at school, of her husband, and of Chris' giant cock. She opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and looked into her husband's eyes. "For our son, I'd do anything."

*******

Chris rose to meet the Vargas' again as they reentered his living room. They stood together at one end of the room, him at the other. "So what's up? When are the cops showing up?" Chris asked sardonically, smirk still on his face. Andrea nudged Paulo slightly, indicating she expected him to deliver the proposal.

"The cops aren't coming, young man. My wife and I talked things over. The most important thing to us, right now, is our son's well-being." He glanced at his wife, and she gave him the slightest of nods, and he turned back to Chris. "If she gives you a handjob, will you agree to stop bullying our son?"

Chris didn't let the elation show on his face. He was incredibly pleased where this was headed. All his grandfather's teachings were proving to be correct. He was becoming certain that he would be pounding the married Latin MILF eventually, but he recognized the need now for a stone-faced negotiation.

"Interesting offer. But no. Your wife sucks my cock or no deal."

Andrea spoke up, pleading in her Colombian accent. "No, no blowjob. Let me use my hands on you and we can be finished with this!"

Not finished, Chris thought to himself. Not finished by a long shot.

"Tell you what Mrs. Vargas, maybe I will take a handjob. And for that I'll lay off your son for one week."

"A week?! That's insane. I need you to lay off of my son for good!"

"Sucking my cock will get you that. You're offering just a shitty handjob, so for that I offer a week of relief for your son."

"Make it a month," Paulo chipped in. Andrea looked at her husband, eyebrows furrowed and daggers for pupils. What does he expect her to do after the month passes?

"Tell you what buddy," Chris proposed. "You let your sexy wife jerk me off really fucking good, you'll get your son two weeks. But she has to do it exactly how I say, and I get to touch her body all I want."

"We never said anything about touching..." Paulo trailed off, unsure, looking at his wife for her reaction.

Andrea felt a knot in her stomach, and a tightness in her throat from nervous expectation. She had to end this negotiation. She cut her husband off just as he was about to give another reply to the bully.

"Ok, fine. Christ, I will give you a handjob, and you get to touch me, and you leave my son alone for three weeks." She thought for a moment before adding, "and you can't tell Daniel anything about this. This has to stay in this room."

Chris let the smile come to his face, a white grin. "You got yourself a deal." He strode calmly across the room, stopping just a couple feet away in front of the couple. Chris couldn't look away from Andrea's stacked body, marveling at the luck he had for what he was about to experience. "Tell your husband he can go sit down on that footrest over there." Andrea looked on as he motioned towards a padded ottoman in front of a comfy-looking recliner, a few feet away.

"Can he sit on the chair instead?" Andrea asked.

"That's pop's chair. If hubby wants to stick around for this he can sit on the ottoman."

She turned to her husband, and asked, somewhat sweetly, "Baby, can you sit down on the ottoman right there? This shouldn't take long."

Paulo turned to his wife, held her hand and said "Ok. I love you. If you want to stop this anytime just say the word."

"Thank you for staying with me baby. This is for our son." She freed her hand from his, and clasped both on her husband's face, bringing it down to her to kiss him on the lips. "I love you." Her eyes shifted almost imperceptibly to the ottoman. Paulo nodded, knowing Andrea wanted to get this over with, and he went to sit down on his assigned seat.

As Paulo sat and looked at his wife and the tall black teenager, he was surprised by their size difference. His wife looked tiny next to Chris, her stacked, tight body dwarfed by the basketball player's height and powerful form. The lean, fit teenager took a step closer to his wife, standing right in front of her, looking down to her face. She didn't back down and stood her ground while looking up at him. The top of her head was about level with Chris' shoulders.

With no further words and without warning, Chris reached around behind Andrea, and grabbed big handfuls of her lush, round ass. "Ay!" she squealed with surprise, placing both of her small hands on Chris' solid forearms but not quite pushing him away, more like holding herself upright. Chris used both of his large hands to knead and prod Andrea's big, bountiful backside. He was astonished by how her cheeks felt. Big, round, and soft, and yet firm and strong once squeezed. That mouthwatering booty had no doubt been inherited from her mother, but a mix of Pilates and Andrea's relentless butt workouts had toned, firmed, and even grown her posterior over the years.

"Oh my... goodness," Andrea huffed, flustered by Chris' strong hands kneading her ass flesh. She was sore, she realized, having done a hard squat workout that morning, and Chris' strong hands working on her glutes felt exceedingly good. She let out a small involuntary moan, and felt her body begin to release some of the tension and anxiety she had been feeling. At least I'll get a massage out of this Andrea thought to herself, almost guiltily. She had to remind herself that this was a horrible ordeal that she needed to go through with for the sake of her son.

Chris got into playing with the housewife's big ass right in front of her husband. He was in heaven as he grabbed and groped her large cheeks. The fabric of her tight, thin sweatpants was soft, like the ass encased in them. He wanted to watch his hands work on her booty, so he stepped closer to her to look down at her posterior over her shoulder. He fondled the big butt roughly, and even his large hands, used to gripping basketballs, couldn't hold more than a third of each cheek at a time. Every time he grabbed a handful, more of the Latina housewife's huge ass would escape his grip. In a mix of relish and frustration, he picked his hand up and swung it down, landing a solid *smack* on Andrea's rump that rang through the house. "Ay!" she squealed into his shoulder, her cheek now being pressed against one of Chris' hard pecs.

"Hey, can you not be so rough with her please?" Paulo's request was ignored. He felt forgotten, sitting there on Chris' grandpa's footrest, watching his wife getting fondled.

Andrea's back was to Paulo, so he couldn't see her face but could see Chris' long fingers sinking into her overflowing ass flesh. His curvy wife was being thoroughly manhandled right in front of him, by a young black athlete that clearly had no respect for him, and who was obviously enjoying this moment. His dick began to stir as his wife's butt cheeks got grabbed. From Paulo's vantage point, her hourglass figure looked especially remarkable. Her trim ankles and defined calves contrasted beautifully with her thick, strong thighs and wide, perky, juicy butt. Just above, her generous behind tapered dramatically into a small waist and defined lower back. Chris' large hands, grabbing, lifting, pinching, and exploring, gave Paulo perspective on just how spectacular his wife's ass was. Watching it tremble and shake in her thin green pants made Paulo's dick get fully hard. He noticed she began to relax slightly in Chris' grip while her ass got toyed with. "My wife is so damn sexy..." Paulo thought to himself. He squirmed, trying to hide his arousal as he adjusted himself in his slacks.

A minute later, another smack came down, hard on her left ass cheek with a satisfying *thwack*. "Ah!" Andrea exclaimed instinctively, not prepared for the blow. She heard no protest come from her husband this time.

"I love this big juicy ass, Mrs. Vargas." Chris' vulgarly complimented the PTA mom, while massaging the area he had just spanked hard. "This ass is built to get fucked by real men."

Andrea felt something hard pushing into her midsection. She backed up just enough to look down between them and saw Chris' basketball shorts jutting out obscenely. Chris' big clothed dick was pressing into her abdomen. She could feel his hard dick pulse through the fabric. The young man was extremely aroused. While she stared slack jaw at his clothed club, she felt him release her butt and bring his hands back to her front. Andrea gasped and grunted anew as Chris started an assault on the MILF's tits.

"You got big tits too Mrs. Vargas." His hands squeezed and fondled her juicy married tits, quite roughly. "Your body is ridiculous, your little husband over there can't be hitting it right."

"Don't insult my husband, he "hits it" just fine." Andrea retorted, breathily.

"When I put this in you," he grabbed his cock through his shorts, "I'm gonna have that pussy gushing and you screaming for more."

"Hey, that's not gonna happen! Lay off!" piped in Paulo. Once again, his comment was ignored.

Andrea remained silent, unbelieving what a cocky little shit Chris was. Here was this teenager, the same age as her son, and he was acting like it was nothing to him to disparage her husband and talk boldly about her loyal married pussy! She could feel her very stiff nipples poking into her bra and shirt. They were obvious to Chris, and Andrea watched and sighed while he brushed his thumbs over her nipples repeatedly. He hefted her big boobs in both hands, bouncing them and flicking her pronounced nubs. Andrea gasped, eyes growing wide with sensory overload. She had never had her body, her tits, her nipples manipulated in such a way. The bit of pain she had initially felt on her nipples from Chris' rough touch was being replaced with unexpected pleasure, much like the smacks on her round rump. She was trying to remain stoic and detached but this experience was becoming much too impactful, too profound. She knew at once this night, with Chris, in front of her husband, there would be many firsts for her. To her dismay, Andrea felt the dampness increase in her panties, and they were getting wetter every second.

Chris spent another several minutes having his way with Andrea's body, squeezing her tits and palming her healthy ass, adding a few more pinches, and slaps for good measure. He complimented her lewdly throughout, she resisted giving him any response. Finally, he released her and took a step to the couch and sat down heavily. Andrea was glad to finally have his strong hands off of her. That feeling was replaced with fresh dread as she turned to face Chris, her eyes lowering once again to the huge tent in his loose-fitting shorts.

Paulo was astonished as he looked at the prodigious tower his wife would have to deal with. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his armpits wet. "Damn, this k** is going to have a huge cock," he thought to himself, remembering what his wife had told him. "Hopefully she gets him to cum quickly and we can get outta here." Paulo held a glimmer of hope that this would all be over soon.

"Come on over here." Chris commanded. He spread his legs, indicating to Andrea he wanted her between them.

"I'm not kneeling," Andrea declared defiantly. She strode over and sat down just to the left of Chris, hands in her lap. She bit her lip nervously as she eyed the big dick.

"Go ahead and grab it Mrs. Vargas, I know you want to."

Andrea looked up from the obscene tent, anger flushing her beautiful Colombian face. "I do NOT want to grab that... that... filthy cock! I'm here doing this for my son, and you better remember that!" she spat. After that clarification, she turned her gaze back to his bulge and started moving her hand towards it. She stopped just short from it and turned her head to look at her husband. She didn't really know what she was expecting from him. A last-second intervention? A great idea to stop her from having to go through with this? He was sitting on the edge of the ottoman, leaning in, and staring intently at her travelling hand. He looked to her like he had started sweating, and the look in his eye was more of awe than of anger. He would not, could not, get her out of this. Her heart pounded in her chest. She let her right hand close the distance and gripped the base of the bully's big black cock, through his shorts.

Andrea's said "wow" only in her head, as the two men in the room might have judged her for it. She had seen this cock before, indeed couldn't get it out of her head, so she knew what to expect in regards to size. It was the rigidity that now shocked her. Chris' dick felt as hard as a steel pipe, and thick like one too. She didn't even know penises got that hard, not able to remember Paulo's ever being quite that stiff. She wondered if Chris was in pain or was uncomfortable for being so hard. Her fingers moved up gently along the smooth material of his shorts, grazing the shaft of the girthy cock. When she got to the top of it, she let her fingers dance on his thick head for a few seconds before flattening her palm and rotating it on his tip a few times. Chris groaned. She flattened her right hand against his strong cock and ran gripped down the length of it, until she reached the bottom. She gripped the base once again, then brought her left hand over to rub all along the underside of Chris' incredible cock. With both of the Latina housewife's innocent hands now massaging his cock through his shorts, Chris looked up at the ceiling and exhaled with ecstasy; it was now his turn to get fondled.

Paulo was shocked by the outline of the massive club in Chris' shorts. His wife's hands looked so little as she gripped and tugged on Chris' manhood. It looked like it was going to tear out of his shorts if it got any bigger.

"Take my dick out," Chris ordered Andrea.

Andrea swallowed hard, mouth dry. Reluctantly, she put her manicured fingers into Chris' waistband. She wrapped her fingers around the thick base of Chris' naked cock and used her left hand to pull up his waistband to get the big meat free. Chris' big black cock stood standing, stiff as a board, for the Hispanic couple to marvel at. "Oh my god" Paulo muttered under his breath. It was enormous: a tall and very thick chocolate rod. Chris lowered his shorts down to his ankles and spread his legs, letting his full, heavy ball sack hang freely.

"How am I going to be able to make that thing cum?" Andrea gulped, suddenly unsure of herself as the slab of black meat stood menacingly in front of her. Part of her had hoped even the fondling through his shorts would have made him cum, but he cut that short. She figured her best bet was to jerk him off with some enthusiasm and it would all be over quickly.

Andrea reached out and captured the towering cock with both of her hands. It was hot, filled with blood, and throbbing with power. It felt strong, like a muscle, and hard as granite. Her fingers couldn't meet around the circumference of the teenager's fat snake, there was about 2 inches of exposed skin between her thumbs and forefingers. She started to work her hands, rotating and traveling up and down. With both of her hands stacked on top of each other, there was still several inches showing above and below her grip. Andrea estimated Chris' cock was between 10"-12" long. Her pussy gushed at the thought that this cock she was jerking was maybe a foot long. She tried to get starting into a pumping rhythm, but quickly realized they needed lube.

"Go ahead and spit on it girl, get it nice and wet," Chris said, lidded eyes looking at her lustfully.

"No way..." Andrea answered, lacking conviction.

"Fine then, there's lotion on my desk in my room. Down the hall on the right. Make your boy go get it."

Andrea turned to her husband. "Baby can you bring the lotion from Chris' room?"

Paulo's mouth was so dry that he could barely croak out an affirmative answer. He got up and walked to the hallway. Andrea and Chris both noticed the small wet spot on his khakis and the obvious tent he had. Chris just smirked, but that made Andrea realize her husband was getting turned on. She didn't know what to make of that, but didn't have much time to reflect on it at that moment.

Chris' room was messy, clothes strewn everywhere, but the large bottle of lotion on his desk stood out. Paulo quickly returned to the living room and walked over to where his wife was sitting, masturbating the hung teenager. She stuck out a palm for her husband to pump lotion into. He dutifully squirted two generous pumps in her hand, and she proceeded to slather it all along the length and width of Chris' rampant cock. Paulo stood there next to them, planted to the floor, in awe by the sight and squelching sounds of his wife's hands working hard on Chris' cock. Chris leaned over and started fondling Andrea's big tits again, while she made his black cock shiny and slippery. "That should be good for now sweetie thank you." His wife's words snapped Paulo out of his daze, and he staggered back to his ottoman, putting the lotion on the floor beside him.

Now slick with the proper lubrication, Andrea was really able to start working Chris' oversized cock. She started by giving Chris slow, luxurious strokes. She stared right at the broad, flaring head as her small hands pleasured the shaft. She could see clear precum ooze continuously out of his slit, and run down onto his cock. She mixed it in with the lotion as she stroked slowly, up and down.

"That's bigger than the dick you're used to huh?" Chris taunted, still groping her generous bosom.

Andrea glared up at the youngster, trying to tell him to shut up with her eyes, but quickly returned to stare at the hard cock she was pumping on.

"I'm never gonna bust if you don't start talk to me Mrs. Vargas. I love that sexy accent you got."

Andrea was always slightly self-conscious about her accent, and so was a bit embarrassed when Chris drew attention to it. On the other hand, deep down she liked that he complimented and appreciated what she also thought was a cute accent. Still, she kept stroking in silence, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing it.

She watched a big dollop of precum form on his tip, milky white now. Andrea licked her lips, almost instinctively. Her mouth wasn't dry anymore, it was salivating heavily for some reason. She couldn't keep staring at the milky treat, so she rubbed her palm slowly over his slick knob, giving her fresh lubrication that she spread generously all over his thick cock. She returned to her double-fisted grip, turned her body, and started to pick up speed as her hands twisted along the girthy shaft. She held her elbows out a bit to the side to get more leverage to handle Chris' big black meat. "Fuck yea, just like that slut. Keep stroking it just like that." Wet squelches filled the room as Andrea's hands worked to a blur on the teenager's cock. Chris moaned in pleasure and Andrea panted and huffed with exertion. Even under her sustained, furious assault, he showed no signs of exploding. Andrea was dismayed, as she expected all teenagers would have shot their load by now. It seemed like this cruel bully did have some serious self-control. Her arms tired and she was panting. She slowed her stroking back down. His throbbing dick looked bigger, thicker, and angrier than ever. She really had her work cut out for her.

"You love jerking black dick, don't you?" he questioned as she slowed down. "If your poor hubby wasn't here, you'd be slobbering all over it already."

Andrea kept her lips tight and stared hard eyes back up to Chris'. He smiled back at her.

"You're going to be here all night if you don't start talking back to me."

Grrrr! Andrea was hating Chris and his smug face more every minute. But what if he was telling the truth, and he would hold out unless she spoke dirty to him? He had already lasted several times longer than she knew her husband would have... "Fine, Chris!" she hissed. "I... I love jerking this big cock."

Paulo gulped hard, on the verge of cumming in his pants. Hearing his wife say something so goddamn sexy, so unexpected, gave him an almost out-of-body experience. He realized just how determined his wife was to get the load out of this bully, and now she'd be talking dirty to get it.

"That's what I'm talking about," Chris said. "You ever touch a cock this big before?"

Andrea looked at him and shook her head slowly. "No, I haven't," she admitted. Her cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment, and she refused to look towards her husband to meet his eyes.

Andrea looked down at Chris' big ball sack splayed against the couch. That gave her an idea, maybe those were the key. Andrea altered her grip, using her right hand to stroke and hold his cock upright, while using her left to heft and fondle his heavy nutsack. "Oh god yes!" Chris groaned. She massaged his nuts, isolating and rubbing each one, rolling them in her fingers, and tugging down softly on his entire scrotum. Chris was in heaven, and again groaned loudly.

"Do you like how that feels? Do you like how I play with your big balls?" Andrea felt awkward, unaccustomed to dirty talk, and especially shameful in front of her husband. Still, it was having the desired effect.

"Fuck yea, that feels amazing. Keep rubbing them just like that. They're much bigger than your hubby's balls, aren't they?"

Andrea was torn. This vein of erotic talk might be what it takes to get this teenager off, but she really did not want to insult and potentially anger her husband. She kept it short and to the facts.

"Yes. They're much bigger."

"They're full of cum just for you, sexy ass MILF. I know you're going to love how they taste."

Andrea looked at the big balls she was rolling. Taste? She shook the thought from her mind and redoubled her efforts, tugging on his nut sack and stroking his prick hard.

"You're really working for this cum, aren't you? Bet you never worked so hard for one of your hubby's loads." Andrea couldn't help but steal a quick glance at her husband. He stared in utter awe at her working hands, doubtful that he even heard Chris' words.

"No, never," Andrea responded. "You're so big and you last so long, you're making me work really hard." Andrea bit her lip again and tried to put on a sexier voice. "I want you to cum Chris."

Paulo couldn't hold it anymore. Hearing his wife ask for Chris' cum was too much for him, and he started cumming in his pants, never even having touched himself. His head pounded with pleasure as he came hard into his boxers and felt it drip down his leg.

"Oh yea?" Chris continued. "Tell me exactly what you want. Tell me how bad you want to see me cum."

Andrea couldn't believe this torture he was putting her through. "I really want you to cum Chris." She let go of his balls and put both hands back on his pole. "Show me how much cum your big balls hold!" She used the last strength she had in her hands, wrists, arms, and shoulders as she stroked desperately on Chris' cock.

"Watch how much I cum, next time the load is going down your throat." Chris groaned, getting close. He pinched her nipple hard. "Tell me you want to see my big nigger cock cum."

Andrea hesitated. She couldn't. Chris was staring at her, waiting. Fuck it. "I want it Chris, I want to see your big nigger cock cum!" she cried. Her muscles screamed in pain, exhausted from jerking the massive cock.

"Yes, that's it, just like that, here it comes slut!"

Andrea's and Paulo's eyes opened in wide amazement as the first long, thick, ropes shot out of Chris's raging cock. They shot upward several feet, almost to the ceiling, before falling on the living room floor in front of them. Andrea adjusted her aim lower and the next several ropes shot horizontally into the center of the room, leaving a streaky, messy, puddle of cum.

Andrea's hands were covered in Chris' thick, teenage cum, but she continued pumping until he was fully spent. Both husband and wife were shocked by how much she had made him cum. It looked like he had been holding that load for a year. To Andrea, she couldn't believe how creamy the sperm felt between her fingers, used to the thinner, slimy discharge of her husband.

No one said anything for several seconds as they all caught their breath and came to their senses. Andrea finally removed her sticky hands from Chris's bobbing pole and ran to the bathroom to wash off. Chris stood up, naked except for socks, grabbed a rag from the kitchen and came back to toss it at Paulo.

"Make sure you clean up that mess your wife made."

By the time Andrea was done washing off her husband had just about finished cleaning up Chris' cum off the floor. He threw the rag out and washed his hands too. As he was seeing them out Chris seemed a little gentler, like an 18-year-old should be.

"Mrs. Vargas, I had a great time. I'm sure we'll be having more soon."

She glared at him. "You better stay far away from my son. We have a deal and I expect even you to stick to it!" She pushed a finger into his hard chest.

Chris chuckled, unintimidated. "You have my word; your son is lucky his mom is so damn fine. Mr. Vargas, you can bring your stacked, sexy wife to my house anytime."

Paulo grunted unintelligibly and grabbed his wife's hand to walk backed briskly to their parked luxury SUV, hoping no one noticed the stain on his pants.

End.