Her name was Heather, he learned by looking at her name tag, with a last name he couldn’t spell, let alone pronounce. Why had he waited so long to l...earn her name? ‘You’re forgetting your manners in your old age, buddy,’ he told himself quietly, and chuckled. She stirred, sitting up and smoothing some of the wrinkles in her scrubs with her hands. ‘Ah, you’re awake,’ she smiled. Her eyes went automatically from his face to the monitor hanging above and slightly behind the bed, and her smile. Do you want to masturbate me? Do you want to learn how to do it properly for a woman?”“Yes, Mom. I do.” I slid my hand lower and cupped my mother’s pussy.Mom started to gently push against my hand as she whispered in my ear, “Did you know some men like to kiss a woman down there.”I took that as a thinly veiled hint of where my mother wanted to take our relationship, “I know, Mom, I have seen them do it in the films. I will kiss you down there if you want me too?”“Would you, my darling? Would. Meanwhile we heard the doorbell. We both got irritated and I went to see who it was. I saw Renu through the door eye hole. Already mine was hard, seeing her I was out of control.She: yaruda (Who is that?)Me: Renu, and I smiled,She: Naaye romba valiyatha. Towel iruku paru, eduthu kattikittu kathava thora. (Don’t get excited. Take the towel and wear it and then open the door)I, without thinking, opened the door and pulled her inside. She was stunned to see us naked.She: Engala disturb pandrathe. ." as he once again stroked his still stiff penis and, in the background, the persuasive hum from Oskar's phone which was resting on the cabinet beside them.She lost all sense of time as climax after climax washed over her. She had never felt such joy or felt such admiration and gratitude for the pleasure that she was being given. "The stories were true, black men were so superior," she thought between orgasms. "What joy; what pleasure, how could I go back to anything less after this?" were her.