She wears no panties or bra. Just black nylon stockings and garter belt. We sit opposite each other at the table with candlelight and eat to music of ...antovani. We eyeball each other across the table like in the Tom Jones movie. Then I dance with my mother. She puts her arms around my neck, and I take her big ass-cheeks in my hands and caress them lovingly. My mother rubs her belly against my throbbing hard-on. Then we sit on the sofa and watch television. She sits in my lap, lifts her dress. “It felt incredible, but we’re not done.” I said.I touched her boobs tenderly and then tried to size them up by moving my palms all over her boobs. She was looking at my hand moving on her boobs. I caressed them slowly and massaged them. Then I increased my force and pressed them hard and I could hear her moan. I played with her boobs to my satisfaction and then sat down on my knees to take them in my mouth. I sucked her nipples, chewing them, then I took her full breasts in my mouth and sucked. It is just as well that I look straight. I still live at home with my parents. I will probably emerge from the proverbial closet one day, but I’m not ready yet. The big disadvantage, of course, is that I can’t take any guys home with me. Well not like that, I mean.I took a gulp of my Carlsberg, not quite sure how to react to the surprise disclosure. Adrian’s next remark caused me to splutter the lager down my shirt. “So Bob, if you need a blow job, then I could oblige you. Adrian said it in a. I shut my eyes that felt good but it shouldn’t. I had to prove it to myself that I did not want this. I used my free hand to try a reach a knife I got it and raised it up about to stab this nigger and cut off his balls. Heath pulled all the way out completely leaving my ass gaping this was my chance but before I could do it he slammed back into to me so hard I banged into the table and dropped the knife.“Cracker is you serious?” Heath pulled out again and spun me around punching my mouth.