"I lay on the bed and took her in my arms. Sam's kiss had been great, but Les put her to shame. After a few minutes we decided that, nice as it was to...kiss each other, we really needed to catch up on our sleep. I remember rolling over, Les snuggling up against my back, and nothing after that.I was having the most erotic dream I could remember. This long tongue was lapping at my prick, wrapping around it on each stroke. There was warm breath accompanying the licking. I couldn't believe the. She began to finger herself, with my head resting on her leg. We both came at around the same time. It was great.We began to masturbate together more often. It was great.One night I was lying on my bed naked with my door open. I heard a knock. I looked at the doorframe. There was my mother, naked as usual. Except this time, she had a look on her face, and her pussy was bald. I stared into her eyes for what seemed like an hour. She slowly moved closer to me. She got onto the bed. She positioned. "I just realized something," I said later as she lay naked, legs spread, and cunt ouzing globs of cum down the crack of her ass. She didn't respond. "Tomorrow's Saturday and we have a bunch of well-hung Black men arriving for a barbecue. We don't have a barbecue. We threw it out when we moved here."I put "Buy Barbecue" on my Saturday morning to-do list.I knew full well what was going to happen the next evening. I'd seen Susan fucked by other men many, many times and she regularly met her. "What?"She smiled, and said, "You were thinking about Noah, weren't you? I could see the sadness in your eyes."Constance had a wonderful way of softening that kind of blow, and I was instantly grateful for the nice way she put it. "It still makes me sad. We were ... close, and it hurts to remember what we had and see what I have left, sometimes..." I decided to let Constance decide what to make of that.She made a lot out of it. "Were you two really ... intimate? I mean ... like ... all the way.