The Caller ID showed Mom's cell phone. She probably wanted to know when I'd be home to fuck her. I pushed the button that sent the call into my voicem...il."Thank you, Ned." For what?" For not answering the phone."Oh shit! I think of her as a cunt and she responds by acting just so sweet."It was my Mom, probably wanting to know when I'll be home." Oh, she wants your cock, does she?"You bet your ass that she does, but I'm not going to admit it to you.I fucked her once more and then went home, only. And those words hurt me. They cut me deeply. So I wrote about the lives of Black men and Black women who happened to be gay or bisexual. I saw a lot of books by Black authors in libraries across Massachusetts but too many of them were books celebrating the thug lifestyle. I’m not a thug. I’m a college-educated, hard-working and church-going Black man. Even though I’m bisexual, I’m deeply conservative. I support same-sex marriage, of course. But I’m not in favor of things like legalizing. She appeared to have lost some weight and it looked good on her. The expression on her face was one of apology and embarrassment."Thank you. I'll not stay long. I just want to see him and give him something."As she walked around me to go into the small family room, I followed her with my eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off her. This was the first time I had seen or spoken to her since the day I left for Denver. I wasn't sure of my reaction. I searched for the anger and the pain but found it gone.. We got a dark booth in the back and chatted ... He said put your foot in my lap. He removed my bootie and massaged my ankle and toes. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the attention. He leaned over and gave me one of his scalding kisses. I returned it as my inhibitions were weakening. As he kissed me, he gently laid his hand in one of my braless breasts tweaking the nipple. I heard myself moan and lean into him. No doubt the man is an expert lover. He gently massaged each nipple while we sat in the.