The black guy was grinning from ear to ear and reached out his hand to me. We hi-fived and he increased his speed again. I could tell he was close to ...umming. He drove into her faster and faster until with a roar he thrust deep and held her hips close as ejaculated into her. He slowly pulled out and a stream of his semen and that of the others poured out of mum's asshole after him. I leaned down to look and was astounded as I saw her ass gaping an incredible three inches wide. I had never seen. ” Chrissy looked hurt and crossed her arms over her ample chest.“I’m asking you not my father.” All of a sudden my words sank in andher big blue eyes flashed. “Don’t accuse the Webster’s of being racist.I notice you always flirt with the black girls, but never me.” “You’re the boss,” I saw her drink another glass of eggnog.What glass was she on? “Could lose my job for flirting.” “And I’m not worth losing a. To their credit or perhaps driven by theirguilt, they sent money each month so my mother did not have to workand we never lacked the basic necessities. While raised in a ruralsetting we did have music and books all around the house. The musicmy mother played varied from classical to the popular music of theday. My mother read a lot. I don't think it ever dawn on her to readaloud to me. Looking back I don't think she had the slightest ideawhat to do with me. There was little interaction at all. "He' passed out in the living room", she replied with a twinkle in her eye.I hesitated for just a moment. In a flash we were in each others' arms. I pulled her dress off her and she ripped my shirt off. Our tongues were whipping in and out of each others' mouths, entwined and tasting delicious. I maneuvered her into the kitchen.In a second I had her facing the kitchen top, her hands resting on the flat surface supporting her as she arched her back, sticking her arse up at me, her legs straight..