I did, Curt said, thoroughly ashamed. You wanted it, didnt you? You still want it, his mother said. Huh? Curt watched his mother stand and turn around... her back facing him. His eyes went wide as saucers. He watched his mother look over her shoulder and remove her robe, her big, bare ass on display. Miranda further proved she was nothing like Danielle. You want it? You want me to give it you instead of black men? Curts mouth hung open, nodding his head slowly. Then its yours. A small smile came. "Come for me," I then told her. "Please mom...let me hear you, and see you cum."It wasn't outside of anything we had already done, and perhaps because of that, she hesitated only for a moment. Though this time, she slipped out of the jeans she was wearing, and removed her thong entirely as well. She now stood next to me at the side of the bed, entirely naked. It was the first time in a long, long time...I'd actually seen her exactly so."You're still very, very beautiful," I then said."Thank. If we didn’t do something about it.I’m not sure if she took me or I took her, but we rolled together on the bed, our arms and legs tangled around each other, two mouths looking for a way to become one; moaning and gasping each time there was a space between them.Mom grabbed the front of my shirt with both hands and pulled hard. It ripped down the open “V-Neck” and straight down along the front until my bare chest was exposed. She rolled me over onto my back and stuck four fingers in my pants. ”“Where do I sign?”“Tomorrow morning. McIlwraith MacEachern is in a new building on Wynyard Square, Carrington Street. We’re near the approach to the new bridge.”“Time?”“After nine.”“Will I be – uh – needed immediately?”“I doubt it. Katoomba won’t even be here for about ten days. Why?”“I thought I’d visit my folks in the west of Queensland. It’ll take me two days each way.”“Well, we’ll sign you up tomorrow. We’ll put you on salary from the 26th. OK? Then we’ll send you to our tailor and then.