With our hungry tongues dueling for space in our mouths, and our slippery chests teasing each other to greater arousal, we increase the pace of our rh...thm. Harder and faster, we respond to the mandates of our bodies, until we're slamming together, demanding the gratification of release that is being held hostage by the sheer pleasure of our illicit sex."Oh God!" Susan yells, tightening her legs around me. "Fuck me, Nick! Fuck me, like no one else can!" Susan screams, digging her nails into my. She was slamming the black 12 inches of plastic between her legs and screaming with the rapper. Her breasts were flopping from side to side, and the 40 pounds she had gained in the years of marriage to my son shook like something out of the "Night Before Christmas." Come on Nigger. Pound me hard. Show me why Brian wants some black whore. Fuck me. Give me a black baby. Take me away from this fucked up family. Fuck me. Yes! Oh, fuck. Here I go!" Her screams of orgasm brought me back to my senses. She could taste him now, his penis now sliding over her tongue, unable to stop it. She could taste his sweat, days of riding collecting on his organ. She felt liquid dripping out the tip into her mouth. She moved her tongue, succeeding in only exciting the penis filling her mouth even more, forcing more of the giant organ into her mouth. She felt it touch the back of her mouth and looked up at him with pleading eyes, tears forming in them as she choked on the head of his penis as it pushed. I guess my chances were over. We spent two days at our relative’s house. I completely missed spending time with mom.My mom became busy spending her time in marriage works. It was like a one-sided love. After two days, we booked our flight tickets and came back home. My dad was still on his business trip. I thought I can spend a lot of time alone with my mom, and many things could happen.As we entered our home immediately, she went inside her bedroom. I entered my room and was thinking about her.