Mom was wearing a t-shirt and track with bra and panty attached to her private parts. Mom removed her track and was just on her t-shirt and blue panty... With this move of mom, I was sure that this would have boosted the confidence of my brothers and there would be no way where they would leave my and mom without giving a hard fuck. Nikhil started massaging mom and Yatin continued massaging me. But now he was getting closer and closer to my panty and touching it. On excitement, I closed my eyes. That is, the problem of Mariel's waninginterest, not that other stuff. I had known Dwayne since high school.There were a lot of Black guys in my class and some of them liked totaunt me because I'm short and slender. My small dick had been a runningjoke in the locker room. Even though Dwayne joined in, he would alwaysbe chummy later on, reassuring me that the somewhat cruel kidding wasjust something done in their community. Since I'd gotten married, withhim as my Best Man, we had been back. .I mean, you look like you're in great shape mom," I told her."Thanks. It's from years of running and cycling. But that's not the issue here. Come on, I literally need a hand right now."She laid down on the towel and she spread her legs apart. I bent down and immediately became rock hard at the sight of her engorged clitoris, just above her light brown labia which were glistening from her fluids."Jeez mom, your clit is throbbing right now. And you're really really wet. I've never seen anything. As she stood to give her eulogy on behalf of the family, she looked out at the sea of hard-bitten men assembled in Calhoun's great cathedral. She noticed more than a few looking her up and down, no doubt trying to discern her toned cheerleader body through her tasteful black dress. She cleared her throat, tucked a stray blonde hair behind her ear, and began."Papa Sablone was a pillar to this community, especially among Italian-Americans. Well, this is one Swedish-American who loves him as much.