She was enjoying it.I moved my hand closer to the portion where the sari is tucked into the bottom below the navel. I inserted my hand in there and pu...led the sari fleet and I let it fall to the floor. Second by second my hands were going upwards. She sensed what was coming next and closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder. I barely touched the bottom portion of her breasts, but I stopped there.. (That was planned for another day) She opened her eyes and looked at me. I smiled at her.. ”Margret was still not use to her son being so firm on any subject. Where had her little sweet child gone? She had run the house ever since his father had walked out on them. She was the parent, she was in charge. She had to put her foot down as she started to get upset.“Gabe, just because you were in an accident, does not mean you are now gay or that you can yell at your mother.”He spun and faced his mother, the look on his face halting her mid thought. Gabe’s blue eyes had gone so wide they. "Can you feel that? Or should I go higher?" He asked playfully. She looked to Him, trying to remain in her subservient position and gave a quick smile. She was really beginning to feel the vibrations. She smile turned to a gasp as He tapped the setting higher for a moment, then backed it back to low."Don't want to waste it all here. Get dress and join me outside." He shut it off completely and left. She hated to lose that feeling of the vibrations in her butt.She continued to lay there, letting. Fantasies fueled by race ignited his desires. He found it erotic to think of himself as a slave on the plantation, taking the slave master’s wife. With that one single act of fucking her, he became the untamed Mandingo buck, getting his chance at the desirable white woman. He was the mack-daddy pimp, owning the white whore. Name a racist stereotype and it was sure to get his dick hard. He was proving to those white boys on the baseball field who were all grown up now that he was just as.