The thought of her tight, wet pussy clenching around my cock as she had her first orgasm caused my cock to get hard again. Her soft, wet lips on mine ...oaning my name as I pounded her and pounded her again. I moaned at the memory, and decided that after I was done pleasuring her, I would fuck her hard. I entered my room, and made my bed, making sure everything was tidy enough for her to come in here. She would be getting the best orgasms of her life, but afterwards she'll be just running around. Mom was really getting into getting fucked by two cocks and was screaming fuck me over and over. ‘Will you suck a big black cock for me Marcia? I would love to see you sucking a black cock while we fuck you. Tell me you want to suck a big black cock.’ It was so hot hearing my mom moaning that she wanted to suck a big nigger cock. John told her to reach under her pillow. Mom gasped as she pulled the horse like black rubber cock from her pillow. She moved it up to her mouth and slipped her lips. “I’m not going to have sex with you,” he said, smiling. “I’m just going to kiss you.”“You want to touch me too,” she argued.“It’s all part of kissing. Last time I touched your butt.”That was true. She remembered that part. She remembered his lump pressing against where she’d liked to rub, too. But her memory of that kiss ... those two kisses ... pulled at her.“Only a little,” she said.“Okay, only a little,” he agreed.She crawled gingerly onto the bed, and lay stiffly beside him. He twisted. Maybe, if I did it right this nightmare I was in would end. He pushed his cock back down to my mouth, I took it back in and started to suck him with a flourish, still pumping him with my hand while my other hand cradled his ball sack. He was encouraging me the whole time, calling me a cocksucker, bitch, faggot, and anything else he could think of, somehow it made me work him harder. He finally knocked my hand away, grabbing me by the ears and pushing himself further and further in. He was.