..I mean, you look like you're in great shape mom," I told her."Thanks. It's from years of running and cycling. But that's not the issue here. Come on..., I literally need a hand right now."She laid down on the towel and she spread her legs apart. I bent down and immediately became rock hard at the sight of her engorged clitoris, just above her light brown labia which were glistening from her fluids."Jeez mom, your clit is throbbing right now. And you're really really wet. I've never seen anything. Brother Samuel to my friends. I’m a big and tall bisexual black male writer living in the Boston area. Down in Massachusetts. This here is my story. Am I paranoid when I assume the white man or white woman I see giving me funny looks is a closet racist who means me harm simply because I’m brown-skinned? Am I wrong to feel uncomfortable when a white male or white female in a police uniform stares at me too long? Am I evil for thinking that if there were no white people on the planet, the world. My cock was stuck sideways, but she could see my pubes. Her eyes came up to mine.“Please don’t.”I slid the shorts to release my cock, and they dropped to the floor. My boner reached my belly button. I heard her breathing. I took my cock in my hand and slowly started to stroke it.“This is not right, Kevin.” She watched my hand.“I know, but your pussy’s wet, isn’t it.” I worked it a little faster.“Yes it is,” she breathed, and kind of grabbed the counter to keep her balance.“Play with your pussy. I was just thinking about covering this woman's face in cum.We carried on talking for a while and I couldn't help but look at her massive breasts and deep cleavage.She must have noticed me, because she rearranged her outfit to hide her boobs.I was still none the wiser as we finished speaking and figured I'd go elsewhere and hopefully speak to someone I wasn't as attracted to.“Is there anything else I can help you with?”She asked.I was probably never going to see her again so cheekily I.