Are you ready for the next step?” “Yes,” I replied. “Good, then I want you to lube my cock with the olive oil and bring me to the edge.” Wel..., while it had been decades since I had last beat Marty’s meat, this part would be easy. The olive oil had an interesting feel when stroked up and down his now glistening shaft, especially when it mixed with the pre-cum that began to ooze from his slit. I sat alongside, facing him so that I could look into his face and judge his level of excitement. When. The weeks passed, Easter gave way to Whitsun, and I started to find a new resolve in myself, the beginning perhaps of self-sufficiency. I persevered with my old friends and was rewarded; I studied, made a good new friend of Felicity. So much so that one evening at my flat, after dinner and a couple of bottles of wine, we very hesitantly came out to each other, which was a revelation, a relief, and a confirmation on her behalf of long held suspicion. She was the first friend I had actually. I undid his shirt and pulled it off exposing his toned black chest before undoing the button on his shorts and pulling down the zip. In one movement I pulled his shorts and underwear to the floor and his rigid black cock sprang free.It was a good nine inches long and as thick as my wrist. I started to wank him off, rolling his foreskin back and forth over his bulging glans to milk the pre cum from his hard cock.As the precum began to seep from his glans I took him in my mouth and sucked him off. I was panting . Mom gazed up at me dreamily, and I looked with satisfaction into her radiant, glowing face.She pulled my face down to hers. We kissed fiercely, our tongues playing with each other.“Roll over, Nitu,” I whispered, pulling my cock from her pussy. “I want to do you from behind mom.”Grinning , Mom rolled over onto her stomach, lifting her ass into the air in front of me. I went up behind her and shoved my cock into her pussy hole. Then, grabbing her slender hips, I lunged right in,.