. Ummmm....... , Mom." "Well." "Well, Mom, you rolled over in your sleep last night and your backside was resting up against my groin and my cock just...grew from the friction each time you moved." My Dad was a truck driver and wasn't home too much. So after that Mom and I slept together many nights. We never did anything other than play around, but it was the beginning of the sexual fantasies I have for older women. My Aunt Tonni was the younger sister of my biological mother who had died before. He knew I could not speakout on her behalf while I was in his prison. I will not return to Hisrealm. Not now." He tossed one stranger into the mud single-handedly. "Notever." He tossed the other one in. There was a brief flash of golden lightas the portal activated and took the strangers away.When the light faded, my father fell to his knees. As I pulled myself tomy feet, a chilly raindrop splattered on my forehead. Even before I couldhear him sobbing, I saw the wings draped across his. That was such a safe feeling.And they did fit well. Which made me notice my mom and I sorta share thesame shape. Short. Thick. Big asses, especially for white people. 'Yougot your ass from her,' the source of faggot thoughts in my head said.'Shake what your momma gave you.'Also started becoming conscious of men behind me. How could I not. Blackmen especially. That made me feel vulnerable and small. That madesomething stir in my clit, that's for sure. I was constantly looking. Looking down again she slowly moved her hand from the table to my lap. The tip of her index finger touching my erect clit. I moaned, closed my eyes and sharply drew in my breath as she used her thumb and forefinger to masturbate my clit like a small, hard cock."Oh, Donna. You're so wet!" I heard her whisper, her mouth close to my ear. My hips were moving, pumping into her fingers."Please Dora, I want to make love to you," I was panting, begging very softly so I couldn't be overheard."We have to.