Then I said, “It’s a long and very strange story. And I’m not even sure where to start. If I told you I would be violating many confidences and ...elling you things that could hurt a lot of people. And if I told you, I’m afraid you might get it into your thick little head that you’re under some kind of misguided male obligation to do something, probably the wrong thing.“It isn’t that I don’t trust you. I do. But I don’t want you getting a sudden attack of testosterone poisoning and making things. I’m sure that you have enough to keep you occupied.’ We both stood to leave. ‘Yes, I do. I have taken this morning off work to see my Lawyer, but I need to get back to work. I have some catching up to do, and now that I give the appearance of having shaken off the crap that I’ve gone through this past year, I can’t expect them to carry me any longer. If you need me, call, okay?’ ‘I was just about the say the same thing. Good-bye then.’ I kissed him on the cheek, my hand that had rested on his. The white wives had to see how intimidated all us husbands were, too."How could they not see this?" I asked myself, again and again.To them, they continued to see only his pure and overwhelming masculinity, his massive black cock, and his aura of dominance over us weaker white men. It hit me that they were, in their own minds, seeing a "real" man. A black man. And, this seemed to be the cause of them "fawning" all over him like school girls, and obediently listening to words and commands.It was. And don't be surprised. I know that you've been dying to fuck me. Well, I want to fuck you too, Son." You do, Mom? Why didn't you tell me?" Because I didn't know how to tell you before. But now, I've got no choice but to come right out with it. Hell, I don't want you fucking any more mother substitutes. I want you to fuck the real thing--me." Sure thing, Mom. I can't wait to get inside your panties. Where will we fuck, your bed or mine?" Neither, your dad might catch us in the act if we go.