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Elliott was dismayed when they never asked him to join them that night, even though the sounds of his mother's bed creaking and the repetitive thumping sounds went on for hours. He figured he'd gotten his hopes up too high when Jamal had asked him to watch and take part the night before. Elliott chided himself, realizing he should have known better. Heaving out a deep sigh, he closed up his books and went to his room. His depression didn't stop him from jerking off though. He was quick to Photoshop more pictures of his mother taking big black cocks, working his magic with the program to look like it was really his mother being impaled on those huge black dicks. He pumped out three loads before he heard the boys leave for the night. The front door had barely closed when his cell phone chirped. He looked down to a text: