” Hearing my Mom talk so casually about sex, I briefly wondered about the odds of getting her in the horizontal mambo. My Mom was still a very beaut...ful woman, although she never completely lost the baby weight from her pregnancies, and the reason for my pantyhose fetish. I grew up seeing her wearing them every day and spent many hours staring at her stocking-clad feet. I spent just as many hours stroking my cock thinking of fucking my mother. Attempting to maybe, just maybe, plant a seed that. Through our chats I found out that not only was she black, but also a BBW who is here locally. The trifecta! Chatting with her this morning made me so hungry for pussy I was going crazy. Knowing that my roommate and her bf would be out for the afternoon, I did something I never do, I invited her over. The moment I did, I was nervous and excited and when she accepted, a little scared. Honestly, she could be a man, a serial killer, who knows what, but I took a chance and it paid off orgasm after. The music hammered through us, hard and driving, making our feet move, our bodies twist and turn.We got jostled, and more than once I felt a hand on my butt or flank, but that was as bad as it got, until the music ended and we went for refreshments. Things got a bit more intrusive in that mob, until Carl formed a rear guard, literally, by pasting himself to my back, his cock resting against my lower spine as he wrapped his arms around my naked torso.Shooting him a wicked glance, I moved one of. I grabbed for Sylvia's hand and this time pulled it to my lap and held it tight. As discretely as I could, I refilled her glass. "Take your time, sweetheart, there's a whole evening to go yet."Dina's speech was absolutely wonderful, so filled with love and emotion. I wondered at how she managed not to cry, on the contrary, she was radiant.The DJ for the evening was himself a very well-known radio personality, tonight he was on top form, he told me that he'd almost forgotten what it was like.