Everyone around me in the past were racist, bigoted assholes who had no idea of my lust for the almighty BLACK COCK. As I got a little older I knew th...t at least some of those bigots had the same craving as mine. But they all wanted to fit in with a shitty crowd and just rolled with the punches. I distanced myself from that crowd almost immediately and moved away from that town (and now I'm surrounded by black guys, it's glorious!!!) as soon as I could. It's kind of funny now because that town. So I went.Once there, I unzipped my pants and let my dick out, to my surprise, I was rock hard, not only that, but my underwear were wet from pre-cum."Oh shit... I hope she didn't notice."I actually had to get bottomless and stand in the bathtub to pee because my thing wouldn't go down.As I was desperately trying to urinate, my Aunt called for me."Why is it taking so long?Are you having too much fun in there?"She said in a pleasant voice."No no..."I replied."I just get shy peeing in a new. Then I recognized what I had seen in Amanda's eyes. There was something missing that had always been there before her daughter's death - her self assurance. And perhaps I detected a little fear mixed in as well.She had been my wife's mother, after all; as long as her daughter had been alive, she had a secure comfortable life.I growled in anger as I spun about and strode to my own room, the tears rolling down my cheeks even before I slammed the door behind me.Amanda cooked and cleaned for me. How many times had he been inside her since that first ski trip? He couldn't count, but it was at least twenty five or thirty, possibly more. He thought for certain that she would open up a little, but she had remained so tight that when she came, he was unable to continue thrusting inside her. When the muscles of her body clamped onto his cock, they held him motionless until her climax subsided. Occasionally she would treat him to her special version of "motionless" sex, where she would climb.