The view from the sofa to the kitchen has no obstructions, and I could see my mom clearly standing. Her voluptuous and curvy figure was doing somethin... to me.My mom is quite modern, she was wearing a short chino and a netted transparent white top, with a black camisole underneath the top, and her red bra straps were also visible. Her shoulder length hair was loose and her ass could be seen in perfect shape due to the tight shorts.The view of the sexy angel was doing something inside my mind. It. At the same time, there had been an undeniable sense of unbridled, unvarnished, and open sexual lust; and it had exhilarated me, even as the place itself appalled me! I'd been close to my mother growing up (not so much with my father), and I knew that she would have been more than a little horrified to have known that her only son had ended up in such a place as that! So, on the one hand, there was the unmistakable feeling of sexual excitement in having jerked that other guy off as I had, his. She bathed me completely after bath she took me to her bedroom there we hugged and started kissing again while kissing I hold he waist. I bend down removed her petticoat we both were in underwear we looked each other. Mom told me to remove my underwear I removed and she also removed her we kissed each other while kissing I was rubbing her pussy she was moaning she hold my penis and took it near her pussy and inserted it and said start fucking I slowly moving in and out she was moaning saying. Anyway, that is how I, a white boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two older, more athletic black guys living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white neighborhood I grew up in.After what seemed like hours, but probably was not that long, a black guy I had never seen before came in,, his face looked similar to Dannell’s and Darnell’s but older, not as lean and, for lack of a better word, harder.I need to admit – he had a half a foot and at least 60 pounds on me, so.