“Do you want me to fuck you hard” he grumbles as he grabs a hand full of my hair. Another powerful stroke has me speechless. “Answer me” he de...ands. “Yes” I reply as he is now picking up the pace. The long strokes continue to pick up in pace. I have an orgasm building, I’m losing my grip on reality with this man. I’m now being fucked harder than he did the first time. My orgasm comes over me again “MY GOD I LOVE YOUR COCK” I bellow as my body gives way to a very powerful orgasm. He grabs both. To me, he was a stallion. A gorgeous black man that seemed to have an attitude amongst attitudes. In some ways, his appearance scared me because he seemed so mean all the time. I had thoughts that he had been in prison before.This thought fueled my fantasies as I could envision just how angry my white bread racist father would be if I came home with Rashad. But, these little fantasies were "safe" inside me and I had no thoughts of ever approaching this attractive black man. Not yet.That first. “Mom, what are you doing?”“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are. I have just noticed how sexy and desirable of a woman you are a sweetheart. Things I have done with Sir, now make me aware of how badly I want you.”“Are you kidding me? Mom you know that is incest, right? What would Dad say if he ever found out we did that?”“I know, Jill, but I don’t care. Sir, has taught to go after what I want and deal with the effects later. Trust me your Dad will never find out. He has a tape of last. At the beginning this sleeping arrangement wasn't a problem, but as Chris began to grow up, I again separated the beds and gave him his own space.As the bathroom was pretty small all of us, including my parents, brother and kids, usually came out with just a towel wrapped around our bodies after taking a shower and wore clothes in our respective rooms.This meant that everybody in the house, even Dad and Steve, saw me walk to my room with only a towel tied around my body from an early age.Since.