”Brother withdrew his finger, to her chagrin. He brought it to his nose for inspection. I saw it glisten in the darkroom as Brother sniffed it. I to...k a sip of Moms bourbon. My throat burned and my eyes watered. I exhaled with a gasp. My first sip of whiskey was strong and breathtaking.Brother was sucking his finger when I looked back at him. His cock stood tall and proud. He eased off the edge of the bed and onto his knees. Mom's left leg hung from the mattress and her pussy was completely. Usually I managed to offer her my help doing things around the house. I helped put clean linen on her bed a lot as that afforded me a good opportunity to peek down her blouse as she bent over to make the bed. I never was sure if she knew what I was doing, but since I offered my help and she always accepted, I didn’t care. But in my mind I did wonder if she was showing herself to me on purpose. My answer would come in the winter of 1971. This is when the real story happened. I was over. It was a different world back then. I’ll give you an example, Because there were very few black people in Hull at the time, my parents were known locally as the nignogs at number seventeen. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t racist ­ Well I suppose it was ­ But there was no hatred, no rancour. It was just descriptive, like ‘the fat bastard who ran the chip shop’ or ‘the gaylord with the antique shop’. I know it wouldn’t happen now, that innocent, casual bigotry… Like I said, it was a different. I feel myself become wet and shivers of desire run through me. Giving up on the shirt, I pull it over my head and wiggle out of my shorts. Your eyes deepen and your nostrils flair as you take in my naked form. My eyes run down your body. Your cock is already hard and straining against your jeans. I scoot closer to you and unfasten your jeans, pushing them to the floor. Your cock springs out hard and throbbing. My right hand encircles it as my left hand reaches under and around to caress your.