Standing buck naked in the kitchen as he texted on his phone, a post-coital sheen on his skin, the roofing contractor looked like a Nubian god, his muscular body carved from dark mahogany, that black python hanging between his legs. He had just fucked my mama with that big dick. Now it was my turn with that big cock.
It was the roof this time. A tree had fallen and done some damage. Mama got the tree removal guy to give us fifty percent off his bill by offering up her pussy to him. The hairy guy grunted his load into her cunt upstairs while his crew hauled off the downed tree. Now it was time to get the roof repaired.
Mama fucked any guy she could for a discount—plumbers, electricians, AC repairmen, you name it. She would fuck the newspaper boy for a discount, if only he was legal. At just north of forty, Mama still had the vestiges of her former exotic dancer body. But her big tits were starting to droop, her firm ass starting to sag. She knew her days of luring men to her bed were numbered.
I knew Mama would like the beefy roofing contractor, the Nubian god, when I spied him from my bedroom window, stepping out of his truck. Mama never shied away from dark meat. Moreover, she was especially soft for a handsome man with a big dick. And from the bulge in the roofer’s pants, I could see he easily checked both boxes. Sure, he wore a wedding band, but that never deterred Mama.
I listened from the stairway as the roofer quoted mama a price to repair the damaged shingles. Mama launched into her well-rehearsed, single-mom sob story, ending with a plea to do anything—just anything—to get him to offer her a discount.
Ten minutes later, the roofer was pounding Mama’s pussy in her bedroom upstairs. I thought he was going to break the bed, Mama screaming at the top of her lungs, the headboard banging against the wall, the roofer grunting as he pummeled her pussy. It ended in a fabulous crescendo, Mama calling out the good Lord’s name over and over as the roofer dumped his load in her.
I heard him ask for a glass of water, his feet hitting the floorboards almost immediately after pulling out of her. Mama directed him down to the kitchen. To my delight, he was buck naked, texting on his phone, when I approached him.
“You texting your wife?” I asked, sneaking up on him from behind.
“Jesus Christ,” he jumped, spinning around to face me, his big cock smacking audibly against his muscular thigh as he turned. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Denny—Lola’s son,” I explained. “She’s the slutty bitch you just fucked upstairs.”
“I know who she is,” he smirked, his one hand trying feebly to cover his massive cock, still slicked with cum and pussy juice, while holding his cell phone in the other. “Why aren’t you in school, young man?” he asked.
“I graduated last year,” I informed him. “I just look young for my age.”
“Look—I just need me a drink of water,” he scanned the kitchen for a clean cup, “and then I’ll be out of here.”
“No need to rush off,” I assured him, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it from the tap. Handing the water to him, he chugged quickly as I stared openly at his huge dick. “You’re welcome to stay and fuck my ass with that big cock.”
“The fuck?!” he spat, water spraying onto the kitchen floor. “I have no need for your skinny ass, boy. I get myself plenty of pussy.”
“Then your wife is a lucky woman.”
“I wasn’t talking about my wife,” he winked deviously before throwing back the last of the water.
“She liked your big cock—my mama,” I reported. “I could tell by the way she was screaming. She doesn’t do that with every guy. Did you like her pussy?”
“Shit, boy,” he laughed. “Pussy is pussy. As they say, pussy is like pizza—even when it’s bad, it’s good.”
“You’d like my pussy,” I stated, staring brazenly at his big cock. “I’m super tight—much tighter than my mama.”
“I think we’re done here,” he rejected me, slamming the drinking glass down on the kitchen counter. “I’ve got an appointment across town that I’ve gotta get to.”
And then he went back upstairs to get dressed, his big cock swinging between his legs, mama passed out on her bed, his load swimming in her used cunt. He may have turned me down, but I wasn’t giving up that easily.
Stripping off my clothes, I quickly prepped my hole with some Crisco from the kitchen. Just as I heard the roofer coming back down, his work boots upon the stairs, I positioned myself in the room closest to the front door.
Bent over the couch, my head resting on the back frame, my ass hanging off the edge of the seat cushions, I presented my available hole for his use. The roofer would have to pass me to get to the door. It was now or never.
“You certainly are one determined mother fucker,” he laughed upon seeing me. “You’re not gonna let me out of this house without fucking you, right?”
“That’s the plan,” I turned back and winked, pulsing my sphincter, inviting him to defile me.
“Well, lucky for you, I’ve got another round in me,” he replied, unzipping, and unleashing that big black python. “Let’s see what you got.”
Grabbing me by the hips, he shoved into me with a violent thrust, my head hitting the wall behind the couch. It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up my ass. He wasted no time, delivering long strokes in and out of me.
I gritted my teeth, trying to prove that I was capable of taking a dick that big. But in truth, the closest I had ever had was the dark-brown, 10-inch dildo that mama kept hidden in a shoebox under her bed. And that hunk of latex seemed small compared to this guy’s huge cock.
“Boy, you don’t lie. This shit is tight,” he marveled, his cock pushing deeper in me, my sphincter stretching beyond its limit. “You like this big cock up your ass, boy?”
“Yes,” I winced, still trying to adjust to him.
“Yes—what?” he demanded, driving into my depths. “You best be calling me sir when this big anaconda is up your ass, you hear?”
“Yes, sir,” I complied. “I love your anaconda inside me, sir.”
“That’s more like it, bitch,” he slapped my ass, thrusting harder inside of me. “I’m ‘bout to destroy your cunt.”
And he did. Holy fucking Christ, he did.
“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt on you, boy,” he exhaled, pounding me hard. “Had I known, I wouldn’t have wasted my load on your mama’s baggy pussy and would’ve just plowed your tight ass.”
Raising himself onto the balls of his feet, he angled deep in me. Jesus, it felt good. His huge cock head had breached my inner sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. With his hands moving to my shoulders, he began to pummel me at a rapid pace, his low-hangers slapping the back of my ass with each thrust.
“You want my cum, bitch?” he demanded urgently. “You want me to shoot all up in this tight pussy?”
“Yes—I mean—yes, sir,” I begged. “Fucking breed me, sir.”
“Your ‘bout to get your wish,” he thrusted one last time before erupting inside me. “FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted, his big cock throbbing as rope after rope of his creamy seed went spewing into my bowels, warming me from within.
“Damn, boy,” he exclaimed, pulling out of me abruptly. “That cunt is some damn good shit.”
“Thank you, sir,” I exhaled, trying to catch my breath, his pearly load escaping the cavernous hole he left behind, running down the edge of the couch cushion.
“Tell your mama that my crew will be out tomorrow to fix your roof—half price, as we agreed,” he announced, stuffing his wet cock back into his pants and then zipping up. “As for you, I’ll be back in a day or two to dump another load in you. And boy—do me a favor and get some proper lube next time. That shit you used is greasy as fuck.”
I slid off the couch after the roofer left, pulling on my clothes and wobbling to the kitchen for a glass of water. Drinking from the same glass that he had used, I quenched my thirst. Mama appeared in the kitchen just as I placed the glass by the sink.
“Was it the roofer—that fine buck—who was fucking you down here just now, baby?” she asked, a threadbare silk kimono wrapped loosely around her voluptuous body, a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen.
“Yes, mama,” I admitted bashfully. “He fucked me real hard.”
“Yeah, I heard,” she replied, ice in her voice as she smoothed down her messy hair. “Well, in that case, I think it’s time we started offering up your slutty ass when we need a discount on repairs.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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