Most of them were white females. And this pissed me off like you would not believe. If there is one thing I hate, it’s the sight of a fine black man... walking around with a white woman. Especially one of those blonde bimbos who seem to have so many black males hypnotized. I don’t know what black men see in them. White women have never been fond of black men. The number of black men who have been lynched throughout American history because of accusations made by white women is staggering. Yet. . I couldn't sleep, and was doing some work. I left some account folders in here, and I saw your light was on under the door." Go ahead, Denise," I said, grinning up at her.She walked over to the desk, and leaning, pulled down one of the binders on the shelves that made up the upper part of the unit. She opened it up and studied it intently for a few seconds, flipping through some pages. She was convincing, if she was pretending. Of course, she probably did have account folders in here, and she. " She blurted out between audible intakes of cold air and blowing out of hot air."I love you mom. I will fuck you as much as you want." I excelerated my piston fucking of mom. I fucked her so hard our lower bodies seemed to bounce with the mattress. I went on for another five minutes and I could feel that the moment was near."Darling, darling. Finish me off. Now, now." Mom was panting. Her eyes were closed and her face was flushed with beads of sweat. As I quickened my pace with short hard. As if I was watching a movie of us in the depths of her gaze, I saw us making love with abandon, totally immersed with each other’s pleasure. This was a state of meditation to me, and I could tell she was also in the same place by the sedated look on my defiled lover's face. We were transported to our private world, just the two of us, where nothing could hurt, and everything was only us and our joy. I didn’t even notice my penis had grown hard against her body until she moved her bound thigh.