I hungered for her pussy juices but wanted to savour every inch of Ma. I stuck my wet tongue inside her ear and tickled it. She let out a giggle. I ni...bled her neck as my tongue made its way slowly down to her chest. My mother’s bosom would once again have my mouth sucking on her nipples like when she breastfed me. Only this time it wasn’t her milk I was after. I wanted to feel her hard and ripened nipples’ arousal. I wanted her to feel pleasure when her nipples disappeared in her son’s mouth.. A very very short pink skirt, shiny pink cum fuck me pumps, shimmering nude stockings, push up pink bra with matching panties, and a tight low cut blouse. I looked like a hooker instead of a wife. He went over the rules again. Do not let any nigger touch me, fuck me, and especially do not kiss a nigger. Any white woman that would let a nigger fuck her or kiss her is a worthless low life piece of trash. Literally any white woman that would let a nigger touch her in any way would also let a dog. "Is that a problem?" I frowned."Sort of, it means moving abroad, to the USA, possibly for a few years ... maybe more," she replied."Oh, is that why you need to see your Mum and Dad?" I asked."Yes, well, Mum really. Because I'll need somewhere to store my stuff till I can get settled, whereas Dad would just tell me to sell it," Bonnie said."You might have to sell some, but I wouldn't tell you to sell all," I chuckled."Well, you aren't Dad getting his home filled with 'junk' from his daughter,". She asked, “Now, tell me, what were you doing last night?”I couldn’t say anything. I kept looking on the ground. I only saw her feet and a little bit of her shalwar covering her calves. As afraid, terrified, ashamed, and embarrassed as I was, I couldn’t help but notice that she had lovely feet.She spoke again. “Listen, Naeem, I was angry last night, but I am not angry right now. I just want to know what you were doing and why?”I was thunderstruck.She waited a while, and spoke again. “You have.