"Terry?" I asked, even though it was quite obviously her."Kenny," she said softly."What are you doing here?" I asked."Waiting for you," she told me."B...cause?" Because you're going to make love to my mom this weekend, aren't you?" Well, I don't know if 'making love' is right," I ran a hand through my hair. "I guess I'm going to fuck her, though. We have to practice for the —" Kenny, I know you," she smiled indulgently. "You can't fuck anyone without making love to her. But she can't have you. I turned to him and showed some skin and as I got closer to Robert he opened my robe. He said lets forget the coffee and I said simply OK. I dropped the robe in the kitchen and took him to my bedroom. He got naked quick and looked around my bedroom and seem the f****y pictures. He asked my k**s? I said yes. Robert said….they bi-racial? I said Black Lovers. But your husband is white….Robert said. Yes. As I got into bed Robert was hard. On my back I spread my legs and Robert got between them. He. She finally let me leave twenty minutes later when she realized she had to take a shower to get all of my cum out of her. I crept back to my room, realizing both parents were downstairs, and stayed there until we were called down for breakfast.There was so much tension at breakfast it could be cut with a knife, but it was a good kind of tension. I looked at mom, who was looking back at me, then I looked at Rita, who was looking at mom, then I looked back at mom, who was now looking at Rita,. Moving on a year I had met and married Dan, it didn't take long for me to discover that Dan was infact an avid voyuer, when we where out he would notice things like ladies in see though tops, skirts or dresses which where a little too short and he would always comment as to how great I'd look wearing something like that. I would always laugh it off and change the subject much to Dans displeasure.By now we'd brought our own home and I recall one night we where making love in the bedroom, all.