I also felt like the dark made the mood a bit "hotter" because it was more anonymous, and we could focus on jerking off instead of whatever we look li...e, which opened us up later on I think.It was pretty dark but there was enough light shining through the window from outside on the quad. I could see what was going on, but not all the details of our bodies, which was perfect for me since I was still shy about my cock having a tight foreskin. Even though he said he liked my dick pic, the low. I stared at Mr. Jackson and saw the resolve in his face. Then I looked at the black woman standing next to him, her eyes wide, her face showing great interest, her gaze darting between my mother and me.Sucking in a lungful of air and letting it out noisily, I pulled my arm back and swung my open palm onto my mother's left buttock. After what happened last time I was so afraid of getting punched that I didn't hold back. My hand stung as my mother screamed and fell forward. Lying on her belly,. That’s when I took my cue. I reached around and took her in my arms, grabbing her big, soft breasts. My face nuzzled into her neck. As I kissed and nibbled on her neck while playing with her boobs she just coo’ed and her breathing increased. After a few minutes the protests began, but they were merely for show. Neither of us had any notion of stopping. Soon my hands found their way into the top of her swimsuit. I gently pinched at each of her nipples, making them harden. I took each nub between. What ever will I do with you now?"Cindy threw herself on her bed and cried into her satin pillow. Minutes later, her mother, looking severe as ever, came in and sat on her bed. Cindy stopped crying and rolled onto her back. She sat up against her headboard as Estelle said, "Now, I want you to tell me every single detail from beginning to end. When did this supposed rape take place?" A week ago. It was last Friday after school."Cindy explained how she was pulled into the side door of a blue van.