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Here we were, a bunch of my friends and I sitting on the couch watching my mom shake her ass, flaunt it in front of all of us. All she was asked was how she met my father, who was taking a nap upstairs, and it seemed to bring back her days as a club rat, reinvigorated her a bit for the evening.
“Well boys, to be honest, that night we were a bit drunk, I don’t remember exactly what happened but I do know that this good-looking man approached me from behind and grabbed me like I was already his. I think I knew it at that point. We got to dancing, and I know you’ve probably done this already, but you know how these hip hop clubs are…”
This was when she grabbed the remote and muted the TV so she could put on her favorite radio station playing some nice R&B, careful not to turn it up too loud, before bending over a bit and reenacting that fateful night while closing her eyes and smiling.
“Yea, we started dancing real close, I could tell he was excited, and he grabbed me tight and was soon just thrusting himself into this big ol’ booty.” She laughed and turned around to see our faces before offering each of us a dance. “Son, why don’t you dim the lights a bit, and I’ll show each of you boys what it was like.”
One of my friends, the decision-maker of the group, was quick to get up and be first, who walked up behind my mom close enough that he could feel her butt pressed against him. She was quick to tell him “Both hands, baby,” and they started grinding right there in the living room, my mother sensually moving her ass left and right while my homie held it harder and harder, moving his hips along with hers. Mom put her head down and closed her eyes while my friend basically started dry humping her, slowly,  but she was rocking back and forth with him, ensuring her ass never escaped his crotch, and after a few minutes of that, the speed slowly increasing, my mom grabbed one of his hands and moved it to her breasts, so he was grabbing her ass with one hand and her tit with the other, still behind her as she was bent over the table. Homie got a little forceful now, and started thrusting into her, and he looked back at all of us before muttering “fuck it” to himself, unzipping his jeans and yanking down his own briefs. My mom saw this and was quick to lift up her own skirt, revealing her lack of panties. She grabbed my friend’s cock which she had made hard as a rock with her grinding on it, and slid it in her, and just like that my mom was getting fucked over the table. The music that was still playing was covering up the clapping of my mom’s ass against my friend but it didn’t matter, he came in her mere minutes later, thrusting so hard while mom just held the table tight so she wouldn’t fall off.
Afterwards, he fell back onto the couch, his pants still down, closed his eyes as if he didn’t care how he looked anymore. My mom snapped back into it after a moment, turned around to look at me, at all of us, and said, “Which one of you sweet boys is next?”

apervertedthought:

Here we were, a bunch of my friends and I sitting on the couch watching my mom shake her ass, flaunt it in front of all of us. All she was asked was how she met my father, who was taking a nap upstairs, and it seemed to bring back her days as a club rat, reinvigorated her a bit for the evening.

“Well boys, to be honest, that night we were a bit drunk, I don’t remember exactly what happened but I do know that this good-looking man approached me from behind and grabbed me like I was already his. I think I knew it at that point. We got to dancing, and I know you’ve probably done this already, but you know how these hip hop clubs are…”

This was when she grabbed the remote and muted the TV so she could put on her favorite radio station playing some nice R&B, careful not to turn it up too loud, before bending over a bit and reenacting that fateful night while closing her eyes and smiling.

“Yea, we started dancing real close, I could tell he was excited, and he grabbed me tight and was soon just thrusting himself into this big ol’ booty.” She laughed and turned around to see our faces before offering each of us a dance. “Son, why don’t you dim the lights a bit, and I’ll show each of you boys what it was like.”

One of my friends, the decision-maker of the group, was quick to get up and be first, who walked up behind my mom close enough that he could feel her butt pressed against him. She was quick to tell him “Both hands, baby,” and they started grinding right there in the living room, my mother sensually moving her ass left and right while my homie held it harder and harder, moving his hips along with hers. Mom put her head down and closed her eyes while my friend basically started dry humping her, slowly,  but she was rocking back and forth with him, ensuring her ass never escaped his crotch, and after a few minutes of that, the speed slowly increasing, my mom grabbed one of his hands and moved it to her breasts, so he was grabbing her ass with one hand and her tit with the other, still behind her as she was bent over the table. Homie got a little forceful now, and started thrusting into her, and he looked back at all of us before muttering “fuck it” to himself, unzipping his jeans and yanking down his own briefs. My mom saw this and was quick to lift up her own skirt, revealing her lack of panties. She grabbed my friend’s cock which she had made hard as a rock with her grinding on it, and slid it in her, and just like that my mom was getting fucked over the table. The music that was still playing was covering up the clapping of my mom’s ass against my friend but it didn’t matter, he came in her mere minutes later, thrusting so hard while mom just held the table tight so she wouldn’t fall off.

Afterwards, he fell back onto the couch, his pants still down, closed his eyes as if he didn’t care how he looked anymore. My mom snapped back into it after a moment, turned around to look at me, at all of us, and said, “Which one of you sweet boys is next?”