By that I don’t mean she was hot and sexy, well she was, but that’s not what I mean here. She smoked cigarettes. Also other stuff, as I was to fin... out later. My first recollections were when I was probably four, going on five years old. My father did not smoke and Mother had told me it was her secret and I had to keep it as well. We would go out into the town shopping and on one day each week Mother took me to a small cafe. Here she would drink coffee and chat to the man behind the counter or. "Text-a-Mouth," he laughed. "I like that, I'll have to suggest it for our slogan." His cock hardened quickly, and soon I had eight inches of thick black dick in my mouth. So I did what a good cocksucker would always do, I began sucking. "Trust me, once you have some rich preppy white boy, or some white all-star quarterback or some white coach or professor begging to suck your dick or take it in his ass, you'll never go back to just women," he said. I imagined that as exciting as it was for me. She opened her legs as wide as she could showing her dripping wet pussy. Her fingers started to slowly move up and down her wet lips. All the time she never lost contact with her wet cunt. As her finger reached her clit they would slowly rub it causing it to grow. With each touch I could see her juices dripping down over her tight rosebud of a ass. To my shock she let a finger slowly push into her ass which made her moan and lift her hips off the bed. After a few minutes she pulled me closer. ”“Money wouldn’t have been the problem, son. You can’t keep your dick in your pants,” dad joked, causing the men to laugh along with us.“It is hard to keep it in my pants when I somehow attract girls and women who want my sperm inside them,” I retorted. “I have some money now, but no women or girls have come to ask for child support. Can I help it that I’m a chick magnet for fertile women?”They called bullshit on me, and dad told them I wasn’t talking out of my ass.Due to my build, my coat fit.