I undid my pants and began stroking my cock, picturing my mom’s big ass shaking while being fucked. I guess she finally discovered my car in the dri...eway, and so I heard her rushing up the stairs to my room. Without time to zip back up, I just put my arm to the side and again pretended to be asleep.I heard Mom come into the room. “Mal, I didn’t know…” then she stopped, obviously looking at her son’s erection. When she didn’t leave or say something to wake me up, I knew that she was looking at. When its hard like that it means it;s ready for a- ready fir sex.”She wrapped her whole hand around my cock and stepped closer.“I didn’t think – I didn’t know how it would feel,” she said, her voice a bit stronger. “It feels good just holding it.”It felt more than good to me. The whole scene was so erotic that “it” was close to the point of no return, and I needed to regain my self-control before “it” spurted my juice all over her clothes. If I am going to come, I said to myself, I may. It was the first time I had cum in months. When I caught my breath at last and looked down between my legs at my hand, I couldn't believe how much pussy juice there was on it. " HOLY SHIT!" I said out loud and started to laugh. I'd never have thought it possible to get off just from reading. I finished the story, then thought to myself how I wished I had a man that could love my body the way it was. I wondered, would I fuck a black man if I could do it without anybody finding out? Fuck, yes!. Of course we always had sex no matter what kind of day we'd had, but the bad nights were particularly intense. Somehow, we each felt compelled to make the experience that much more rewarding on the off days."Oh, and did I tell you I got skunked at my open house?' He quirked an eyebrow. "Not a single soul showed up," I groaned, taking another sip of wine."You eat yet?" he asked, switching to the other foot. I shook my head as my stomach growled in confirmation.My beloved teddy bear of a husband.