Astirring between my legs told me that my subconscious also revelled atthe sight of her beauty. Her bosom wobbled slightly as she strolledtowards me. ... mentally quelled the swelling between my legs. It wouldnot do to have it showing for all and sundry to see how smitten I waswith her. "She looked good, she looked fine, she looked good..."I saw her from a distance. I knew just how far she had come. Thejourney had been far from easy. I knew the trials and tribulations thatshe had gone through. My first experience with a bbc came about a year ago when I was bored and horny at home and decided to go visit a porn theater for some fun. Next to the theater was kind of a dive bar, how convenient, so I decided to go in and have drink or two. The place wasn't busy at all since it was a week day and around 9 o'clock. Went to the bar, ordered a martini and watched some sports game on the tv (not important), when a few minutes later this guy comes in and sits near me, he orders and we started. I started getting crazy not being able to move freely and I tried to turn her over so I could have her. She wouldn’t let me. What she said was, “Hang on… I’ll let you come soon.”After getting off me and getting back on one more time, my mother started rubbing her clit and bouncing hard. I could see that she was about to come and I wanted to also but when she kept repeating, “Don’t come…don’t you come you bastard” she actually kept me from coming. Why did she call me a bastard when I loved her. My dick slapped up against my stomach, as she let out a slight: “Oh”. “My God, that is the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.” She told me. “Really?” I asked. “Oh yeah, it’s longer than my husband’s, and it is thick!” She answered. She grabbed it and started stroking it slowly. My sexual experience was not huge. She made a few strokes, as my hips started to tremble. “Oh,” she giggled: “You like that? How about this, honey?” She knelt between my legs and took my cock in her mouth. I could feel her.