WelComix Animated Tales - The Black Painter Brushed My Mother
The Black Painter Brushed My Mother
My name is Brad. I’m 28 years old and I want to reveal something that happened a few years ago that has impacted me profoundly. It was a very humiliating and shameful day but at the same time it was the hottest and most exciting day of my life, in which the main protagonist was one of the people I adore and admire most: my mother!
I was 19 years old at the time and I lived with my parents in the countryside on a small ranch. My father worked the land and raised cattle. My mother was a dedicated housewife. Close to our property was an enormous farm, which was in the final stage of being restored by a group of workers. After finishing their work, all of the men left. Only one young man stayed to finish the last of the painting to be done on the farm: a tall, strong 25-year-old black man named Abraham, who said he was from Mozambique.
Since the only source of potable water in the area was located near my house, Abraham would often come to ask my parents if he could fill up his water bottle. My father would usually talk with the black guy for a while and he even invited him in to have a beer sometimes. And then the arguments began at home, all due to my mother’s racist stereotypes. She hated to see my father talk to and trust “blackies” so much, as she used to say. And she got even angrier when my father announced that he had hired Abraham to paint our house…
On the first days that Abraham painted our house, my mom didn’t take it very well. However, in time she ended up resigning herself a little to cooperating in the moving and cleaning of the furniture so that Abraham could do his work. Of course, I also cooperated as much as possible and I couldn’t help but notice the way Abraham looked at my mom. Despite the fact that she is 45 years old, I have to admit that my mom is a hot woman. She has a body that makes men look long and hard. She has long black hair, light skin, full breasts, firm thighs and a plump round ass. And to make things worse, my mom (unconsciously or not) often liked to wear provocative clothes—from short tight skirts to low-cut dresses to fine transparent nightgowns that show more than they should. And on many days she would casually wear these kinds of clothes around the house while she did her household chores.
One morning my dad scolded her unsuccessfully: “Oh dear! Do you think this is the way to go around the house?! Soon the painter will come and you’re wearing these clothes!”. My mom didn’t seem concerned and replied: “I’m in my own house! Can’t I go around as I please?! Especially with this heat we’re having! Besides that, wasn’t it your idea to bring that blackie here to paint? And look at the slow, lazy way he’s working. I have no idea when he’s going to finish!”.
Another day my dad needed to go out to buy more paint as well as food for the animals. After lunch, he told my mom that he also needed to take the old pickup truck to the mechanic and that he would only come back at the end of the afternoon. As there wasn’t much work to do on my parents’ ranch, I sometimes took the opportunity to work on the neighbor’s property to earn some extra cash. And that was my plan that day! So I got a ride with my father. My duties there consisted of taking the animals to the pasture and spending the rest of the time with nothing to do—just watching the animals before taking them back to their stables at the end of the day. To help pass the time, I would bring a small battery-operated radio with me. However, on that day I forgot it at home. So after I brought the animals to the pasture, I decided to go back home to get the radio…
Strangely, when I went into the house there was no sign of my mom or Abraham. Suddenly, I heard some suspicious murmurs that seemed to be coming from the end of the hallway, where my parents’ bedroom was. I decided to go immediately to find out what was going on. When I got to the door, I heard moans that seemed to be coming from my mom. My heart was beating fast not knowing what was happening on the other side. I opened the door slightly very quietly. What I saw caused me shock and revulsion… Abraham was hugging my mom and kissing her on the mouth. His calloused hands were squeezing her ass and she was only wearing a bra and panties. And to my complete surprise, I saw an expression of pleasure and consent on her face as the black guy kissed and groped her.
Then he went to her big tits, which were still confined in her bra. After he gave them a few voracious licks, they jumped out. But it was only the beginning, as then I saw Abraham put his hand inside my mom’s panties, making her tremble and sigh. Then she took the initiative, unbuttoning and stripping off his work clothes and pulling out an enormous, completely erect cock!
My mom got down on her knees with a salacious smile and put his monster dick between her breasts. She began to massage it in circular motions and soon after, to my utter disgust, she put in into her mouth and began to give him a delicious blow job.
After a few minutes, my mom took the impressive cock out of her mouth. Believe me, it was uncommonly large! From the head to the base of his ball sack it must have measured about ten inches for sure! Then the black guy grabbed my mom and pulled off her bra and panties, leaving her and her pussy with its sparse pubic hair completely exposed. She lay down on her back on the bed and spread her legs wide. With the authoritarian tone of a whore, she shouted: “Come here, blackie! I know you’ve wanted to fuck me for a long time!”. And the scoundrel didn’t waste any time. He got into position and began to penetrate my mom’s pussy with his enormous cock. She writhed around and moaned in pleasure. He kept hammering her vigorously for a long time. Then they changed positions, with him on the bottom and her on top riding him. Although I felt revolted and anguished watching my mom get fucked, I felt a great lust that I had never felt before. And I saw her reach orgasm several times, jumping up and down on top of the black guy’s long thick dick, which seemed be saving energy for much more.
After riding the black guy’s dick for a while, my mom got on all fours on the bed, obediently waiting to be penetrated. Abraham grabbed her and stuck his dick in her again. I saw my mom’s heavy tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts, which were newly violent and I heard her scream: “Ahhhh! Fuck me good, my blackie!”. And the black guy granted her requests, taking his cock out and shoving it all in again, leaving only his balls outside! The poor woman took as many thrusts as she could from that black guy from the remote jungles of Africa. I was going crazy with lust while feeling repulsed and devastated at the same time seeing my mother being mercilessly fucked by that vigorous young black man who was twenty years younger than her.
Finally, after a long time, the scoundrel reached his limit and breathlessly swore at my mom: “Take it all, you whore! Now I’m going to pour my milk into your cunt!”. He spewed everything into her and they both had expressions of ecstasy on their faces. Then the black guy got off my mom. His dick was getting soft. My mom got surprised and alarmed at how much time had gone by. She got dressed hurriedly and told the black guy to do the same: “Please get dressed and go back to work. I have to straighten up the room and then make dinner for when my husband comes home! And listen well to what I’m going to say. Nobody can ever know about or even suspect what just happened here between us!”. Nodding yes to everything my mom said, Abraham also got dressed quickly. As for me, I left down the hallway without making a sound, still feeling disoriented from everything I had just witnessed!