Of course she did and said "What's that in your pant's?" Before I could say anything she realised and went red. I walked into the house, my face burni...g with embarrassment. I went into my room and jacked off to get rid of my boner and prayed that she would not bring it up. This was not how i wanted my mother to find out i thought she was sexy. She didn't bring it up at dinner but wore one of her most revealing tops and i'm sure she saw me looking at her tits at least twice. Then over the next. Everyone on the bus kept staring at me. What in Hell are they looking at? Lately, I’ve been feeling sick. Mainly due to the terrible things I see happening in the city of Ottawa. What bothers me is that the blatant racism I see here doesn’t seem to bother anyone else. The Black folks I meet don’t seem bothered by racist comments made by White men and White women. They don’t seem to notice. In fact, I’m looked at in a funny manner because I bring up that kind of stuff. Damn. I guess I’m the only. My dream had been so realistic that my body believed it and acted accordingly. And somehow the end of my prick had made its way above the waistband of my shorts.My first inclination was to pretend it didn't happen and fake sleep if I couldn't achieve it for real. Maybe I could clean it up and she'd never know. That would require me to get my arm out from under her and move away from her back to get a rag or some Kleenex or something. And I knew she wouldn't stay asleep for that. Plus, the mess. He opened the rear door for me. I climbed into blessed cool. I groaned in delight as he closed the door. I shifted in my sight as he stowed my luggage in the trunk. I blinked my eyes and looked around. We were in a Mercedes. The interior was leather, smooth. My hand touched it, feeling the rich texture as he slipped into the driver seat.“Karimi Mosque,” he said to the car and then he turned around. “I was one of the first to adopt Mercedes's self-driving car. Many men in the Kingdom don't want.