He hollered at me. I stopped. We stood less than two feet apart from each other. He asked me if I was accusing him of being a racist. I shrugged. Hell...yes I was accusing him of being a racist. He said if I did it again he’d kick my ass. I told him that I was standing right in front of him. He seemed taken aback by that, but didn’t touch me. I should mention I’m six-foot-two by 250 pounds and he’s around five-foot-nine by one seventy. Whatever. A fight is a fight and I’m always ready for those.. I wanted more than his seed in my mouth. I lowered my pants and sat down on his cock. And with a few short movements let him slide deep into my ass. "Oh Fuck... Yes, man,... Oh that's so fucking nice... Ride on my cock... Oh Fuck... FUCK. I AM CUMMING!", gasped Erik-Jan and spontaneously filled his rubber. I let him enjoy the feeling and leaned over to kiss him. "You needed that, didn't you?", I asked him. "Yes, A 5 day load. Damn it... I've never cum so hard... How intense. Thank you,. Some involved sleeping or un-concious state sex. Many even claimed mothers getting pregnant by their sons!Gosh! So much literature on mother/son i****t!Ramesh left me there for me to explore more. I was disgusted at first but slowly I got interested in the stories. Some even write that they recommend mothers to have sex with their sons.I read through some of them before it was time for me to cook for dinner. I left the computer and Ramesh took his cd back.I had to go to bathroom to ease myself. Not a huge one, but a fairly big round tank that was above ground, probably 3-4ft deep. Again, when Jess was at our house she would bring her swimming costume and we’d go in the pool. Our shenanigans continued in there. We’d swim between each other’s legs and stroke each other as we went through, or simply go under the water and look at each other. I’d pull her costume aside and stare at her pussy for as long as I could hold my breath, or she’d pull my trunks down and watch my hard cock. We’d.