When I got to my room I slipped out of my clothes and started to jerk off with my eyes closed, when the images of my mom started to pop in to my head ...nd I couldn't help nor stop the thoughts that ran though my head about what it would be like to fuck my mom, again thoughts a boy should never have about his mother, but like I said, I couldn't seem to stop them and for as good as it was making it feel while jerking off, I don't think I really wanted to stop them any way. The next morning I woke. The same day, same cemetery, same problem. There was another funeral, they knew the body lying in the grave was a victim of racism. It was all over the news. Black Killed by KKK Zealots! screamed from headlines. Everyone was up in arms. Everyone wanted blood. Everyone needed their revenge. Too bad no one was going to get it. They already had killed him. His body was already in the ground. It didn’t matter anymore. Who ever was going to take the blame would be innocent. They would never get the. It’s too personal.”I sat on the bed and picked up the magazine she had been masturbating over and looked at it as I said, “Well you could have come over and said something.” She had been looking at a layout of two girls going at each other hot and heavy. “I couldn’t” she sobbed, “I wanted to but I couldn’t bring myself to face you.”“There has never been anything you couldn’t talk to me about” I said, “What is wrong Shell? Who is he?” She began to cry harder. I put the mag down and reached. I followed her to the kitchen where she turned and gave me a kiss which I eagerly returned and pulled her dress up and started caressing her ass cheeks, she reached between us and caressed my hardening cock through my pants, we got into a session of heavy petting, I pulled her dress off over her head and slid one hand between her thighs pulled the thong aside and caressed her pussy as she unbuckled and opened my fly and pulled my hard cock out and began to stroke it, I could feel that she had a.