Then---BOOM!---there they were; dozens of dozens of photographs of my mother, and two different black guys. The locations weren't the same. They appea...ed to be in some sort of mid-priced hotel room. At first I wasn't sure who the photographer had been, until one picture showed my step-dad, reflected in a wall mirror and holding a camera.'Oh. My. God!' I thought. This is my mother! And my step-dad is there with her and these two different black guys, and he's taking the photographs I'm looking. You are no son of mine, Fucking piece of crap!" I kicked him with my bare foot right in the swollen nuts. He curled up in a tiny ball sobbing and wailing. I glanced at the computer screen, hoping the cam was ?picking up on this.??? ? ?I leaned over the keyboard, my own dick leaking like a fucking faucet and typed, "I am going to beat the shit out of my son, and then I am going to find you and kill you for turning my boy into a fucking queer. You can bet your fucking life on it!"??? ? ?On the. I rolled my fingers on her nipples and squeezed.“Mm,” she squealed with her head pushed far back behind her neck. And then with a hiss, her head rebounded. She was overwhelmed that she had no control over her facial touts. And what was I holding in my hand? The soft, fluffy bag of nectar.It appeared as though the clouds were condensed and remolded to fit the size of the hand. With every squish, I was overwhelmed. I held it so tight and that she let a deep moan that echoed across the room. It. “You can touch it if you want.” I looked up at her and then back at the cock and up again. “This is so fucking weird,” I said. Her beautiful heart shaped face with the perfect makeup and the large eyes together with her boobs made her look like a young woman. Then when my eyes moved further down her hard cock stood straight up between her legs. “Don’t be shy, touch it,” she said again. As if in a dream my hand slowly moved towards the shaft and when I wrapped my fingers around it Bella.