“Hey!”, he greeted me. “You been talking to Cletus?”“About what?” was my response.“Your girlfriend. He asked me, and I quote, if you wer... still seeing ‘that nigger bitch’. I asked him if his momma was still whoring, and, for some reason, at that point the conversation ended.” Athos grinned. “Not talking to that dingleberry will not bother me at all.”I turned to my partner, and shrugged. Doug ventured, “Guess he doesn’t like black folks much, eh?”“I wonder if that might prove to be some kind of. The ripples that convulsed through her pussy seemed to massage my cock, pulling the cum from it, while also stimulating it as it started to soften and returning it to a hard state."My son my lover."We kissed deeply, tongues entwining in a very unmother-son way. As our breathing returned to normal our hips started to move again, driving my cock deep into her cum filled pussy.This time our lovemaking was more leisurely our immediate passion and lust already satiated. We kissed and touched each. Feeling bolder I now told mum to undress so we could look at the female form and let’s begin our sex education. Mum physically trembled as she removed her clothes in front of three adolescent boys; but secretly I believe she loved the attention. Now here was mum standing naked in front of three young men; Taking one of her red lipsticks I wrote on her left breast the word tit; repeating this on her right breast she giggled. I handed the lipstick to Charlie and asked him to mark where he thought. 'This is very mean'? WTF...?There was no time to think. In a whirl, the uniform had closed itselfand sealed itself onto my body again, rasping against the satin panelsthat constrained my body. A gentle breeze fluttered the pleats of myskirt and whistled through my taut garters, chilling my thighs and bumcheeks.Then my breasts began to grow. The bra I was wearing creaked and moanedunder the blouse as they stretched it out. There was a pop, and the bragrew a few sizes bigger, now sporting thicker.