Sherri came home well before midnight, pissed off because some SOB had slashed the tires on her car "outside the club." Three teens were seeing runnin... away, she said. She'd had to wait three hours for the AAA folks to get there. Apparently, I'd not been observed destroying the tires on the cars and someone else was suspected. I actually had no idea whether the 'three teens' story had any legitimacy, but the three-hour wait sounded about right for a Friday night in this town. I shrugged. None. Then, in the light of the bedroom lamp, she saw me, her own son, standing there in the doorway rubbing an obvious erection inside his shorts."Don't stand in the shadows, son," she whispered. "Come in here and help your father out."What? I wanted to slap my hand against the side of my head to clear it. I couldn't have heard what I just thought I did, could I?!!"What are you waiting for?" Mom asked. Her voice was soft and sweet. "Come in here and let Momma take care of that nasty big lump in your. Mr. Johnson ordered another round of drinks and began stroking my leg. It felt naughty to have a black man stroking my leg in a strange bar, but I was quite shocked when Mr. Johnson's finger began rubbing up against my pussy. I was even more shocked when Mr. Johnson told hubby that he thought that I was basically a white slut looking for black cock and that hubby was a cuckold. With Mr. Johnson's fingers now fully engaged in my pussy I was in no condition to respond. To make matters worse,. Ok, you just put one end in first.’ Miranda held the toy near Lizzie’s pussy, as Lizzie spread her legs even further, feeling a bit nervous. Miranda pushed away Lizzie’s folds with a few fingers and started to insert the object slowly. It hurt Lizzie a lot because it was very large, but Miranda kept pushing it in. Lizzie’s inner walls were clamping and unclamping around the object, and Miranda had let it go, so Lizzie was thrusting it in harder as she moaned from pain… but a sort of forbidden.