' 'Me be disagreeable. You've kidnapped me at gunpoint and brought me to God knows where, and you say I'm being disagreeable. Get real. Are you...for real?' 'This gun's for real and that's all you have to remember.' I pointed it right to her temple, for the second time, and looked like I was going to squeeze the trigger. I looked dead in her eyes, like she was about to become dead. 'No. No, don't. That could go off.' 'I suppose you're right. That's what. “I have never done this with a white man,” she said after a while. “I like it.” She licked my shaft and then my scrotum, as if to demonstrate her approval. “Now you may continue,” she said. I like a girl with a sense of humour.Her pubic hair was sparse and tightly curled, but not shaved. Her vagina smelled a little stronger than many white women’s do, but it was definitely a cunt, that most prized of creations, and I lapped at it unscientifically, just loving it, before focusing on her. Thursday she did not even bother with panties when she left. She knew that they would just be a waste of time.I waited patiently for her return. When she came home she dragged me to our bedroom, removed her sweats, and pulled me into her with an eagerness that I had never seen before. She was hot!As I fucked her, my wife told me about the two guys in her class fucking her three times each. She said that they were good at it too. They were also in their early twenties and college athletes. She. I stayed as far into her as I could in that position, lying motionless. From time to time, Mom’s body quivered, and her pussy clenched, though with nothing of the force of a few moments ago. I began to soften. The quivers and clenches became farther apart in time and lesser in magnitude.With a final quiver and clench, Mom expelled my soft cock from her. I rolled off of her and lay on my back at her side. I took her hand. While we were lying there quietly, sleep sneaked up and took me away.