I told him to toss it on the hanger.He was wearing a grey t-shirt with dark blue jeans. He removed his t-shirt and hung it on the hanger. This was the...first time I saw his bare body. He has a smooth, perfectly shaped body with four-packs. His dark skin looked like melted chocolate under the lighting of my room.He had armpit hair, which made me crave him even more. I wanted to sniff that hair and lick it. He tied a towel around his waist and started to remove his trousers. He removed his. Not very likely. "Oh, you're up." The voice was his mother, Anne. Oh God. The lastthing he needed after an unsuccessful suicide was his mother. He waitedfor the recriminations, as he turned towards the door. "How are you feeling?" the young looking woman at the door askedhim. Young? James stared at his mother; at least she looked and soundedlike her. The woman in her late thirties who looked back at him had anexpression of concern on her face. There was no anger; just anaffection and what. Pointing down at them he suggested that she knew how to show her gratitude for him sparing her the humiliation of a walk outside. Still showing signs of hesitation and resistance, but also this time of a kind of keenness, she unzipped him and began to suck and lick his erect cock. As he spoke, she found herself getting more and more aroused, like a bitch now conditioned to her Master’s voice. Following his instructions she couldn’t help but find herself feeling more and more pleasure in her own. I nodded in agreement. Then he withdrew his cock from my sore tender hole. I felt something warm and oily between my legs and suddenly Graham had his fingers and then entire fist buried deeply into my pussy.“There, there. That’s a good little cunt fuck”, he said in a wicked tone. I was really turned on and enjoyed the humiliation and torture from him. “Cum for me bitch”. “Now”!!!I rode his fist like I was riding a wild stallion. I squirted as he slammed his fist in and out of my throbbing.