But, I walked out and tripped on the long robe. Down I went. Sergio wasimmediately over to help me up. As I got up, the robe opened. Sergiolooked down..."Oh!" he saidI got up, with his assistance. My outie poked out of the front of therobe. "You're not a girl?" he said, softly."Yes, I'm a girl. It's a long story," I said as I dropped the robe to theground and spun around. "Like what you see?" I said, coyly as I turnedaround and around, modelling for him."Oh, yes," he said. I could see his penis. “Mom, why do you have a string down here?” I reached for thestring with no intention of pulling it out but the effect was thesame for Mom.“Don’t!” she yelped. “This is all too confusing to me. You needto let me collect my thoughts.”I decided that I really should slow down a little. But theopportunity was too precious to completely abandon my idea. Isuggested that we sit down and talk a little— “woman to woman”.Mom went for that. Seriously. She’s so beautiful, tall and intelligent. A fine sense of humor too. All of which happen to be qualities I like in a woman. Oh, well. I guess it wasn’t meant to be. One of these days I will learn that all that glitters isn’t gold. Seven years ago I suffered heartbreak at the hands of an Italian-American beauty named Bridget. Gal forgot to tell me that she had a racist father that doesn’t approve of Black male/White female relationships. Just my luck. Seriously. Why does this always. They were not urging me to do anything so I stopped where I was with the head of my cock just inside her pussy lips.I soon felt Mom's hand press down very lightly. She wanted my cock back inside her pussy. I slid it back in her and returned to my soft kisses for her. Mom's hands were now caressing my ass.The last domino fell.Both of my heads said, "Let's fuck Mom."My cock and I were slow coming to that decision; Mom's pussy was already fucking us. Mom's hips and hands had already set the pace.I.