This was how we always used to sit with each other when we were together in the past. I knew with this, that she still wants me, and caressing her bre...sts and she was moaning. As she slept like this, the Doorbell rang, and she was disgusted with the disturbance, only to find her Kid come back to get something. As the Kid left again, she closed the door. I stood behind her such that as she turned around, she was straight in my arms and our lips locked. She did not resist and she was also wanting. "Looks like he is looking forward to this" Quinton joked as he undid the knot on Mark's robe. The robe opened and Mark's erect dick was sticking straight out, mere inches from the two black cocks on each side. While in his hands, Mark took each dark tool and rubbed their huge heads on his cock. As he did this Gene took a hold of the back of Mark's head and moved it to an angle that he could kiss his lips.Mark never thought he would be kissing another man but as their lips locked it made Mark. I own you baby." I caress your cheeks. My dick throbs and aches. I know I most do something to let off some steam, or I am really going to hurt my girl bad. "Get on your knees, baby. I want to fuck my slut's pretty face."In seconds, you are on your knees with your hands behind your back. Your legs are spread real wide. "Good bitch," I praise. "You look ready to give me whatever I want."You look up at me, breathing hard. Looking like a desperate slut, your tits hang out the front of your dress.. That's what it had become too, more than comfort: exposure. I remember actually finding excuses to walk out and be naked in my mom's presence. And I was now constantly cupping and clutching myself around her. She took it all in stride. More than that, she was enjoying the show. This is a certainty. It grew obvious. If I didn't seek her out, she made it a point to come and find me.My mother's eagerness only pushed me further. Every now and then, while watching a show on television, I'd groan at.