"I can do more than tell you..." Wesley said as he leaned forward and kissed Beverly.She was taken aback for a moment as she felt his lips press again...t her. Her dreams now had the reality of the holodeck - a reality that was all too solid."Wes..." She exclaimed, a hesitation in her voice." "I'm your Mother." You're also a woman..." Wesley replied as he dropped off the edge of the bed and stroked her arms. "Can you tell me you don't want it as much as I do?" ... No ... I can't..." Beverly. You leaned back on the reclined end of the chaise lounge, and I feel forward as well, resting against your chest. Both of our bodies were shaking- aftershocks of a major quake- and I seemed to rise several inches with you every time you inhaled. "Oh fuck...how the hell did that just happen?" you asked with a laugh as I ran my fingers through your graying chest hair. "Easy. You made it happen, and you let it happen," I said, still catching my breath. "Besides, don't be like that, you knew I. “I’ll do my best Miss,” I replied before gritting my teeth in anticipation.With my head remaining forward, I stretched my eyes to the left and could just about glimpse the peach coloured blouse and short, cream skirt Miss Bush was wearing, but barely did I have chance to return my gaze to the photograph on the wall, before the first stroke land squarely across the centre of my bottom. If I had any thought from the initial impact that the cane was less painful than I expected, this was purely. What I came across were photographs of my mother in the company of at least two (so far as I'm aware of) different black guys; and I am not talking about them setting around having a nice chat. I'm talking about my mother fucking, and being fucked by, some very impressively endowed (and much younger) black guys!When I first clicked on the folder, one I'd never seen before, I had no idea what it contained, but I was curious since I hadn't seen it before. Then---BOOM!---there they were; dozens of.