I alwaysbelieved her too. I wanted to live up to her expectations. I wanted tomake her proud. But she never got to see me grow up. When I was eleven y...ars old, shewas diagnosed with cancer. By the time I turned twelve she was gone.That was when I started to grow my hair out. Mom always told me that Iwould look so nice with longer hair as long as I took care of it. Beforeshe passed I hadn't thought about trying it, but I knew that I could dothat as a tribute to her. And I've kept it long ever. No one else was there and as if to reinforce that, I heard her chuckle and say, “White, boy, black boy, hell Mama don’t care none about such things Mama just love having boys come and suck on her big ole’ titties. Come on over here, white sugar!”Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the shadow and walked carefully across the yard toward the woman. She was as wide as most men I knew and close to six feet tall or better. She came walking toward my side of the pool and as we got closer. "There's something we have to make clear right from the start," Adam told the group. "Dean, you can count on getting all the fucking you want from now on, but Mary's cunt is the only one you're allowed to get into." Why, Dad?" the boy asked, obviously disappointed."Because Mary is fixed up so that she can't become pregnant. The same doesn't apply to Sharon and Emily." But you fuck them, don't you?" Dean asked."Yes, I do, but I wear a rubber when I do. You see, your cock isn't big enough yet to. It was then that I discovered that my onesie was faulty, that it had a fabric tear along the gusset seam, but before I could inform Trevor I felt his meaty muscle spreading my dribbly petals as it thrust into my tight, surprised tunnel of loveliness. "Oh My God." I could barely bleat the words. I could barely bleat any words, my mouth filled with incomprehensible animalistic sounds as his manhood drove deep within my pulsing sex. I've never known him so engorged, so stiff, so swollen. He was.