"Put that dick away, Elliott. I don't want that little pea-shooter aimed at me while we're having our lesson," Elliott heard Jamal say and turned to see the young black man standing next him. Jamal nodded to Elliott's crotch, where his hand was still wrapped around his spent member.

In the flurry of activity, Elliott had been struck dumb by the various emotions that had overwhelmed him. When Jamal had started fucking his mother's tits, Elliott had come faster than he'd expected. The blatant way his bully had used his mother's body for his own perverse desires had struck Elliott with a testosterone jolt as well. His own dick had...