A low gruff sound was enough to forewarn me of the bad day you had. I shook my head silently, wishing once again that you'd start looking for a new jo...b. He threw his coat into the closet, not bothering to use a coat hanger. I followed, watching silently, as he made his way room to room, going through his evening ritual of washing up, changing outfits and grabbing a coffee."Get over here, slut, I need a massage -- my dogs are killing me." Obediently I went to him, knelt and removed his socks. My. .. also for my son. That was before my son and I made that horrendous agreement and now I feared that he may alienate and disgust my mother with some bawdy advances.That night I lay in bed and considered taking that fateful step and welcome my own son into my bed if only so that he does not embarrass us with my mother. I am not sure if it was lucky or not that I fell asleep before a decision could be made.The next day was surreal - mother giving Robert and I chaste peeks, commenting about how. Closing the door June looked at her close friend. She was a few years older than Lucy and empathised with a harassed mother.“I would kill for some wine,” said Lucy “and tell me we have some black boys” her eyes were hungry.“Roland I believe”“Oh thank you god” exclaimed Lucy. “It's been ages”June looked at her friend, her tone serious “Now this is Juliet's day so don't go all diva tramp on us”“I won't but I do so need me some black cock -” Lucy stopped abruptly as she entered the living room and. He then cupped her whole cunt over the shorts and rubbed it much more aggressively. In her un-conscious state, she spread her legs wider, wanting more. Tim removed his hand and stood up straight, and began removing his pants. Soon he was naked from the waist down, his large, hard cock pointing up towards the ceiling. It must have been 8 inches long and as round as the cardboard in a roll of toilet paper. It’s head stood out hard and shinny, oozing a clear drop of pre-cum at the tip. I followed.