Rod and I didn’t hear anything from Brianna for two whole days after she left for the party.Then she texted me a photo of herself Her sweet face wa... all radiant, positively glowing, in that photo, as she slowly and joyously licked her way up the longest, thickest, and absolutely hardest dark chocolate-brown cock any woman could ever want.Another photo showed her feet up on this hot black stud’s muscular shoulders, as his beautiful brown cock barely touched the entrance to her eager, already. It depended on who the guy was and numbers but when the Latinos came round they came in numbers.Sometimes six or seven Latinos would arrive out of a van.The blacks or African Americans would drive a car load of guys over. But when it was bikers it was usually one biker or two who turned up.At first her guy would check on mum and see if she was stirring and then the action would begin.I would be on my knees in no time with cock in my mouth while with my free hands I would stroke the. I have to be sure.” I teased“Yes Jay. I want it. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me.” she giggled“Should a young girl like you be using such language?” I teased further.“What words do you want me to use? Make love, have intercourse, be intimate?” she quipped playfully.I leaned forward and kissed each of her hard little nipples as she said this, flicking my tongue across them, making her groan with pleasure as she clasped her hands around my head, pulling my lips harder. Almost crashed when she slid the stockings up her thighs. For the rest of the drive, Mom had her hands down my pants, holding my cock in her soft hands. It was subtle, but something about having your own Mother reaching down into your clothes to fondle you for her own enjoyment was an incredible turn on. It was her day, and yet all she wanted to do was hold me in her hands. A true Motherly characteristic in its purest form.We were finally home. Mom gave my cock one final squeeze before taking.