The black man had then coaxed mom on her knees, as he unzipped his pants, revealing his thick, dark cock. As he coaxed his huge black rod into mom's s...ft, warm mouth, I had rubbed the bulge in my PJs, listening to the stranger's groans and mom's soft slurping noises as she serviced his dirty black cock with her sweet white mouth , her soft pink lips stretched wide by its sheer girth.I tried not to moan from my own pleasure as I stroked my bulge, as I watched the strange black man grab mom. She then waved her hands to change context, put her hand at the height she estimated for a 5-year-old child, nodded as she raised the hand higher. She then returned it to the 5-year-old level and moved it downward, shaking her head. He nodded, apparently understanding that the men used to be interested until about 6 years before.After a moment with no further gestural questions, she pointed to the pallet with raised eyebrows. He hesitated, and then drew her to him and gently offered a kiss.. You can call me whatever you like, of course."He considered that for a moment before asking, "What was the name you were given at birth?"Tears welled up in her eyes before she softly answered, "Angel."Fixing her with a grin he spoke, "It fits. Angel it shall be."Grateful, for having her birth name returned, she flew into his arms and hugged him tightly around the neck. His body's response to this kind of attention was predictable, but there wasn't time to gratify those impulses."Later Angel,". He’d been a very attentive student and there was nothing left of the awkwardness he’d displayed when I cooked him that first omelette. The wine he’d brought was delicious and I used some of it in the cooking, as well as drinking quite a few mouthfuls. He’d rolled up his sleeves and even though my kitchen was quite roomy, we were soon banging into each other again. I don’t know if it was the wine, but all of a sudden he didn’t pull away every time our arms met. I didn’t know if I was imagining.