Why hadn't either one of her white husbands ever made her feel like this? Why, why, why. But as quickly as the question had come to her so too did the...answer. As if to deny the filthy vision that threatened to consume her she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. But there was no blocking out the answer. No blocking out the mind altering imagery of either a big black cock jack-hammering into her or the kaleidoscope of salacious pictures flooding her brain. In her lascivious fantasy it was as if he. Digging her fingertips into the mattress, a cry filled the air. She held the pleasure inside her as long as she could, but she could wait no longer. Melissa exploded in ecstasy. Jeff could feel the added warmth and wetness of her orgasm. He knew that one was special. As soon as Jeff let go of her hair, she collapsed on the bed, eyes closed, and still moaning. Taking deep breaths, Jeff gained the final energy he would need for his climax. “How would you like to cum?” Melissa said with a smile,. Now she leant forward and slapped my swelling erection hard with her hand. 'Pathetic!' she announced again. 'How many times have I told you not to look at pictures of other women on the internet when I'm not here? Tell me!' Again I felt her hand lash out and hit my growing erection. 'I'm, I'm...sorry mom,' I said stammering.'Sorry isn't good enough son,' she said. 'You keep doing it. I'm going to have to teach you lesson.''I know mommy,' I said looking down guiltily at my feet.'A regular. The c***d of a wartime marriage he had been born when his mother was just sixteen. Now almost as tall as his mother, he held an umbrella over her head to keep the rain off. Finally he touched her shoulder and said, "We should go, Mom. I don't want you to get sick too." Reluctantly, Sharon allowed Paul to lead her from the cemetery and take her home. She just hoped that the others would leave her alone for a while. She hated them all for still being alive. But her wish was not going.