He told me to relax; he would be gentle; he had lubed his cock with Vaseline.I felt again entering my asshole. Before long, I knew he was all the way ...n, at least nine inches in, his thick black cock filling me….And then his deep voice in my ear: "How that feels, married slut?".Some minutes later he was pounding me like a real bitch and I was feeling like a black cock whore and loving every minute of it…He fucked my ass like I had never been fucked before by a black man. All night long, four. “I did, mom!” he protested. “No, not like I did there,” implying my kisses on the bare chest and belly. “Did where?” My son asked. “Here, like your skin here.” I forced my right hand between and brushed it up and down on my son’s chest and stomach and as I did that I ‘inadvertently’ caught my son’s erection. In a reflex he lifted his belly from mine and stared at me. Without waiting for his further reactions, I immediately pulled his boxer down and let his monster out. My son’s penis now. He smiled a wicked smile. “Got you at last. Turn around, hands on your back and you won't get hurt.”My head was spinning. Thoughts raced each other and all I could do was stand there and stare at him open mouthed. My strange clothes, his uniform, the smile, the order.He nodded, showed me the handcuffs.“Let's play this easy, MacDonald.”Suddenly all the pieces clicked into place. He did not get a call. He wanted to play. Another first time. I felt myself turned on by that thought. Bound, fucked –. When I turned back, Billy was sitting on the bed, in justhis boxers. I slowly made my way over to him."I just have one other thing," he asked."What is it?" Ask me for it." No!" Please?"I closed my eyes and figured that I should just comply, suck him off, andthrow him out of my house. Get it done and over with."Well, can I?" Can you what?" Do it." Come on. Ask me fully."I huffed. "Billy, can I suck you cock?" Sure, sweetie. Just pop it out and pop it in."I closed my eyes again. I felt Billy pull.