She would get out of bed and look for what little cum I had deposited in her and several times even commented that she needed to be fucked. On at leas... three occasions I know she slipped off into the guest room to masturbate herself to orgasm after my unsatisfactory effort. I listened outside the closed door and heard her moans as she brought herself off.

Over time, this became the norm and I believe she was becoming more and more interested in really fucking someone black. The issue of her. M.O.T.H.E.R.” She made sure to enunciate each letter. “You can’t feel that way about me… it isn’t right.”“I’m not blind, Mom.” His mouth turned into a line as he got serious.“W-What?”“Ever since I could remember, my friends would comment on how hot, and pretty you are, and I still notice how men practically ogle you when we're out.” Ben put a hand on his chest. “I have eyes, too and see how gorgeous you are, just as much as they do.”His mother bit her lip. What the heck am I supposed to say. I told the story to Phil that night and he said I should ask if he wanted to see them and eat them. Next day I did just that. When he came in I said 'So Mr Sykes, would you like to see my breasts and have a nibble on them". His jaw dropped open and he blurted out "oh god yes please". OK I said, Phil said come round for a drink at our house on Sunday afternoon and told him my address. He did not come in for his paper next day so I thought I had frightened him off. But just in case he decided to. Dad worked the third shift and wouldn't be home until around dawn. Once again: perfect. I picked up the pizzas and sodas as usual and while still in the car, sprinkled the recommended dose of the tasteless, odorless stuff on to her pie. Once the stuff hit the top of the pizza, it virtually disappeared, just as the Asian dude had said it would. My heart rate increased as I closed the lid on her pizza box. We ate and chatted, the usual, half watching tv and half catching up on smalltalk. I tried.