The mother boycotts the contact
19-year-old exotic student Jean Pierre has never really had it easy in life. His father left him and his mother for a younger woman. His guilty conscience made him continue to fulfill his responsibility. Despite the punctually paid alimony, his mother boycotted the father’s right of access for years. Until, at age 12, she was able to convince her son to refuse contact himself. The inner wounds in the mature woman were too deep. Over time, the child became a responsible and determined young man.
Of course, this happened thanks to the caring and selfless upbringing of his mother Delaila. A corpulent woman in her fifties who possessed a pretty and youthful face. Over the years, she had put her own needs on the back burner. Her everlasting center was and remained her son. There were encounters with other men, but most of them did not last. This kept Delaila away from her son. Instead of chasing after any illusions, the mother decided fully and completely for her model boy. Because he would never disappoint or abandon her.
Suddenly and unexpectedly she lost her job and regular customers
This certainty gave her more happiness and inner satisfaction, which no man in the world could manage. She was an employee in a casino on a marginal basis. There were good days and bad days, as the nightlife sometimes attracted strange people. As far as it was in her power, the caring mother lion tried to fulfill almost every wish of her only child. But she could not fill this void in him that his father had left behind. Because every child needs the balance that mother and father create.
As life goes, a desperate decision caused a dramatic turn of events. Her boss had invited her to an appointment for a dialogue. A certain nervousness spread through Delaila as she stood in front of her boss in his office. Which was obviously because the man in the pinstripe suit and black tie had put on a serious face. “Ms. Kasongo, I have always found her to be competent, intuitive and reliable during her years of employment. Due to these facts, it is very difficult for me to tell them the following…”, he opened the address to the mature woman.
She made a quick exit
She just wished he would finally get to the point. He continued resolutely: “Due to immense cost savings, we have to lay off all our support staff. Despite the bad news, the African woman kept her composure. But inside, she was seething with anger. That a single sentence could undo years of effort made her feel helpless. Ever since her ex had left her, Delaila had been at the mercy of this feeling for some time. It took almost superhuman willpower to turn this feeling of powerlessness into something positive. Basically, it was the unconditional love for her child that gave her new strength.
In an indifferent tone, the exotic spoke, “I’ll just quickly get the rest of my things out of my locker then. Then they’ll be rid of me forever!” Since Ms. Kasongo was known for her direct manner, the boss added with a grin, “You’re a tough woman who doesn’t mince words. There will definitely be an alternative for her. All the best for the future, Mrs. Kasongo.” She had long since turned around and just wanted to get away from this creep. But she still internalized the words of her former boss without wanting to.
Her son wanted to do something good for her
Delaila had relied too much on the financial interplay of her meager salary and alimony. Her old-fashioned attitude that the man brings home the money and the woman tends the home was now catching up with her. But she was programmed for solutions. It was not for nothing that the mother of lions had successfully continued her boycott against her ex-partner’s right of access for years. Neither the Youth Welfare Office nor any judge was on to her. For she had used her son’s favor to her benefit in time with an almost diabolical plan.
Arriving home, her son greeted her with a warm hug. Immediately he noticed that something was wrong with his mother. Meanwhile, both were sitting on the couch in the living room of the three-room apartment. Still Delaila looked worried to her son. She sat impassively next to him and stared into space. Not wanting to press her, he decided to do something good for her. “What do you say I cook us both something delicious first?” Finally, the exotic broke her silence and returned her attention to Jean Pierre.
Respect is written in capital letters
“What’s so tasty?” she asked him with a smile. The replied saucily, “Why don’t you let me surprise you?” With those words, the 19-year-old got up and left his mother on the couch, who was currently raving in her mind about how well she had succeeded in single parenthood. Without realizing it herself, she inwardly recited her boss’s parting words to her. “There will definitely be an alternative!” Later in the day, Delaila finally came clean and knocked on Jean Pierre’s room door.
It was a while before he asked his mother to come in. Slightly annoyed, Delaila stood in the doorway. “What are you making me stand outside the door for so long? You did notice that I just knocked.” He was sitting on his bed with his laptop in front of him. He looked defiantly into her face. The young African recognized the tone in his mother’s voice all too well. If there was one thing she had given him all these years, it was to have respect for her.
Dutifully he wants to support them
But he was no longer a little child. She had to finally understand that. To defy her, the 19-year-old countered, “This is my room, Mom.” The proud exotic had not expected that. The brusque response from her son triggered a sudden chill in her. “I got fired from my job today!” She confessed to her son. Her fears about how he would react were promptly confirmed by his behavior. Energetically, he replied, “I’ll get a part-time job.”
She smiled at him in a strange way and said only to that. “You still have nine semesters to go and you’ll finish them properly. I’ll take care of the problem myself. Just like I always have.” Furthermore, Jean Pierre tried to convince his mother of his intention. “It is possible to work while studying. I can get something menial, too, can’t I?” Delaila remained entrenched in her opinion. “As long as you are still alive with me, you will do as I tell you.” This time she didn’t give her now stunned son a chance to say anything back, as she wordlessly slammed the door behind her.
It became ice age between the two
Over the next few weeks, Jean Pierre saw less and less of his mother. After the strange incident, he thought it better to leave them alone for the time being. Besides, he had enough to do with his studies. They ran into each other in the apartment several times a day, but an icy silence prevailed between mother and son. After a month, the mature exotic took her youngster aside one evening. She had a friendly smile on her face. “I have very good news, Jean Pierre.” He held back and stood wordlessly in front of her with his arms folded. The energetic mother interpreted this as a sign that he was eagerly awaiting her statement. “I found a job again.”
Actually, the young African wanted to give her a piece of his mind. But he noticed himself that his mother did not realize that he was still angry with her because of the strange incident. “I work as a building cleaner. But only at night. So everything stays the same. I have to leave right away, too.” Without even waiting for her son’s reaction, she hugged him stormily. He just let it happen, but didn’t reciprocate. She pressed a kiss on his cheek as a farewell and left for her new job. Jean Pierre’s anger slowly turned into melancholy. He realized that they had both moved away from each other.
Stella had rented a room
Even at a young age, he had sworn to himself that he would always be there for his mother. Now he was afraid of losing her, too. On the way back to his room, Jean Pierre suppressed further thought processes. What took priority now was his studies. Finally, his mother supported him. In the meantime, two years had passed, during which Delaila pursued her new work. She had long since become accustomed to the route at night, through the partly dark alleys of the neighborhood.
As always, the work clothes were safely stowed in her bag. As sure as her alibi, which she had served up to her unsuspecting son. After a 10-minute walk, she stopped in front of a nondescript apartment building. Rummaged the keys out of her pocket to open the front door. Delaila was transported to the 9th floor by an older freight elevator. Just a few more steps to her furnished, rented 1 room apartment.
The great transformation
She turned the key in the lock and was greeted by her familiar workplace. A room consisting of a box spring bed. Which was prepared with white sheets and a large dark bedspread. Next to it was a small table, on which the exotic placed her second smartphone. After that she took off her jacket. Afterwards, the African woman disappeared into the bathroom with her bag to perform her transformation. Half an hour later, someone else came out of the bathroom. A woman who had learned to love herself and her corpulent body again over time.
The beginning was a black wig in pageboy cut. A black classic eye mask covered her pretty face. Because the mysterious always remained interesting. The full lips were dipped in a sensual red. The corpulent body wrapped in a transparent black babydoll. Underneath she wore a black bra that encircled her two small breasts. Venus trap covered in a skimpy black thong. It all ended up in plain black flip flops studded with glitter.
She did not serve drunk johns who smelled of cheap perfume
Stella was all that and more. She turned the heads of her customers with her corpulent appearance. Once you had tasted it, you asked for more. The request had an increasing tendency. On some days, the buxom exotic whore refused access to her workplace to new suitors who did not adhere to the working hours. As a rule, most of them were drunk and smelled like cheap aftershave. A few days ago she had written with an unknown suitor via Whatsapp. Judging by the writing style, he was a polite and courteous man. However, she did not want to rely on that.
Stella knew how cavalierly the men behaved in their drunken state. In most cases, it was over after 10 minutes. The well-heeled, who could afford the famous twice, spared no expense. Amused by the memories she had collected over the years, the stunner sat on her fancy bed. Ready for the next adventure. Stella sweetened the waiting time with a bottle of Picolo champagne. Sipping became tipping. The time dragged on immeasurably. In the meantime, the bottle was already half empty.
Mister Unknown was her next customer
It was not her first time, but nevertheless she could not hide her slight nervousness. The black classic eye mask made her look unapproachable. But she knew better. And then the doorbell rang. “Let’s see what kind of freak has come my way again.” Stella thought to herself cynically, slightly buzzed and at the same time as sharp as a rat. A combination that the buxom bimbo loved. In many ways, it made things so much easier for her. Since she did not allow anyone to kiss her, the mature exotic did not worry about her flag. There was a knock at the door. Showtime!
She would do everything so that her horny fan club would increase. Stella put on a seductive smile that always disarms any of her customers. She opened the door without thinking anything bad about it. There he finally stood in front of her. The polite and courteous clerk, was her son! The African woman froze for a few seconds. “How was that possible?” She thought to herself. She never thought that Jean Pierre would get involved in something like this. “Good evening, Stella.” He greeted her politely. Hoping that she would wake up from this nightmare, she took two steps back from Jean Pierre. He entered her room and closed the door behind him.
She hesitated while he paid her
All the time he was looking at her. But these were not the loving looks she was used to from her only child. The dear boy she had raised and now stood before her as a man. They were looks filled with lust. Stella’s revealing outfit inspired the fantasies of her son, who lusted after his mother’s corpulent body. Otherwise, she had always found a solution to her problems. This one was too extraordinary! The thought of having sex with her own flesh and blood was simply vulgar and unimaginable. Feverishly she thought about a solution. Meanwhile, the 19-year-old stood in front of her and handed her two 100 euro bills.
“I’m going to really take my time with you and your hot body.” Jean Pierre said to her in a calm tone of voice. Stella’s knees buckled at the words. Whether it was out of fear or because of her hormones going crazy when drunk, she couldn’t place. But it did something to her that she was not quite comfortable with. The young exotic had not recognized his own mother because of the eye mask. The mature corpulent woman in her sexy lingerie turned around to put the money down on the table.
The young exotic was already naked on the bed
Unintentionally she gave her model boy a horny view of her plump backside. The two huge ass cheeks, let her black thong just disappear. Jean Pierre began to undress. Stella realized that this job was a very important source of income for her son. Because it was about his future. Her most ardent wish was to make him a man who stood with both feet in life. This is what she had been fighting for all these years. She was so close to her goal that her dream would become a reality.
There it was again. The feeling she hated so much. Powerlessness! Something took control inside her as she suddenly made the decision not to let her fears win. Inside, her heart was pounding like crazy. Her son was already naked on the bed, waiting with his killer boner for his mother’s ripe hot and corpulent body. While taking off the flip flops, Stella thought to herself, “You have no idea how fast you will cum with me. You won’t last long!” She then joined him on the playground and stared in disbelief at Jean Pierre’s hard spanking. Convinced that her son would ejaculate prematurely, the exotic whopper set about her job.
Her cunt became wetter and wetter
With aggressive blowjob attacks, the sly mother began to suck her son’s cock. At the same time she massaged his balls properly. The young exotic enjoyed it to the fullest. Then the whore noticed that his member was getting harder and harder instead of squirting. Jean Pierre had really gotten into the swing of things that he spontaneously stood up and pushed his mother backwards onto the bed. In her surprise, she didn’t have the chance to react at all. Stella remained wordlessly under her son. The slowly spread her legs apart. Meanwhile, the mature woman was getting more and more nervous, but was not allowed to let on.
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Jean Pierre’s cock completely penetrated his mother’s cunt. The could not suppress her moan. With hard thrusts own son maltreated the pussy. She couldn’t believe it herself as her cunt became wetter and wetter. Both had eye contact with each other. For the first time, Stella saw a completely different side to her otherwise loving son. He was like a wild animal that was controlled only by his instincts. Although her willing cunt took pleasure in his spanking, there was still a resistance inside her. She also refused to give her mind fully to him.
From behind he rammed mercilessly further
Then he let go of her and turned her onto her stomach. Before continuing, Jean Pierre spread apart the two gigantic ass cheeks and extensively licked his mother’s asshole. She recoiled in surprise at first, because no one had ever tried that on her before. But her son had a firm grip on her. There was no escape from that. After a while, the horny young exotic decided to continue the animal sex with his mother. In a very brutal way he penetrated from behind and continued to ram mercilessly. Stella did not understand why she liked the tail of her only child so much. Her will slowly but surely gave way.
Jean Pierre looked fascinated in the bird’s eye view of his mother’s enormous ass. He worked on it like a man possessed with his animalistic thrusts. From time to time there were hefty butt slaps. Jean Pierre had thus unconsciously discovered Stella’s weak point. Their resistance was completely broken. The mother became a willing fuck mare. In jerky movements she bucks her huge ass against the thrusts of her young suitor. He couldn’t take it much longer. Too intense was the feeling of fucking the mature cunt. Too horny was the sight of the huge backside, which jiggled like Jell-O under his jostling. Quick as a flash, Jean Pierre pulled his thick spanking out of the willing cunt of his beloved Stella.
Stella watched the action at the end
In several powerful thrusts, the dark exotic spread his warm cream on the plump ass. Relieved and liberated, he lay down next to Stella for a short while. He seemed to be himself again. Almost as if to apologize to her for his savage behavior, he asked her, “Was I too rough?” Stella reassured him by saying, “It’s all good.”
It felt nice to be close to her son. Stella completely forgot that she had to keep her identity secret. Jean Pierre got up to get dressed again. The racy exotic remained lying and watched the action. After a while, the 19-year-old finished and said goodbye, “You have a new regular now, Stella.”
Stella returned her regular customer’s statement with a broad grin.
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