But it was Xavier who surrounded him, Xavier’s hot flesh he drove his fangs into, not the meat of his own cold, scarred forearm, as he teased the ex...losion from his own swollen glans, blasting the tiles with his creamy spill. XAVIER: Xavier woke from a dark dream, with vague suggestions in his head still of unfamiliar twisting, turning, shadowy streets and decided it was finally time to get out of bed. PJ was asleep beside him, a long, warm bulk of comfort, and he carefully slid out without. She even sent him a text saying, “Let’s forget the divorce. It turns out that he’s still married. Just get used to sharing me with him. Please still fuck that Arab girl, though. I want to taste our juices together on your cock.”“Oh, God, he’s fucking gorgeous, ain’t he? That big cock of his is ... yummy! So fucking delicious!” Denise roared as she knelt to share my dick with Tamar, my boss.“Well, there’s always bigamy, you know. Illegal as fuck, but who cares?” Candace reminded us as the ladies. Knowing I’d just fucked my supposedly prudish mother to a frenzied climax was a real trip in itself.As I got up and got dressed, I noticed mom had passed out from all the excitement and beer which she was totally unused to. When we got home my cousin and I put her to bed after first cleaning her up and then even put her nightgown on.The Next DayIn the morning my cousin and I were having breakfast when mom came downstairs from her bedroom. As she came into the kitchen we got quiet with. Most of the time, it was a pretty good marriage. The sex was better than anything I'd ever had before — which was mostly the college experimentin' stuff. But there were little naggin' things - she was fixated on money and could never get enough. She'd run up to Dallas to places like Neiman Marcus and get the latest fashions two/three times a year.She seemed to like to party a lot and I didn't like the way she dressed — or undressed as it looked to me... and I liked it less and less as the years.