I started rubbing one out, but then fell asleep halfway through from all the alcohol I had imbibed at the party.I woke up to someone moving around in ...he bed. I tried to remember the last thing I did last night and vaguely recall coming to the hotel alone and showering.I look over to find my mother in bed with me. We both sort of look at each other and notice that she was wide-eyed. It took few seconds to click that she saw that I was naked.I saw panic in her eyes, and without a word, she got. The Peach was almost smug at the fact that it was one of the chosen. It wasn't sent to be 'canned', or made into jellies or preserves, as were many of the lesser peaches. Nay, it was deemed to be 'the cream of the crop', and was to be sold as a 'fresh peach'. Displayed for all the world to see, its only comfort, was the eternal light that shone upon it.It was here at the market, as I sorted through the peaches (looking for just the right one), that I first met the poor Peach. I was busy. My place was under him with his spewing erection in my mouth, doing whatever he told me to do that would please him. And pleasing him was the most important thing on earth to me.When he finished, his hands relaxed but his cock didn’t, not at first. It twitched a time or two and also jerked. His fingers ran through my longish brown hair and he told me I was a good cocksucker. I loved hearing those words just as I love-love hearing them today.It was more than five minutes before he pulled his. I ducked and weaved my way through the undulating crowd and stopped in front of his table. Pleasantly relieved that he was handsome, his eyes went up and down me like a leopard eyeing its prey. I flashed him a smile and slipped into the booth next to him. He had longish dark hair he kept in a shag, a neatly groomed goatee and sexy full lips. I couldn’t place his nationality, but he was definitely part black. I couldn’t tell what color he was in the alternating blue, red and green lights, but he.