He made me to lie flat on my back and he positioned himself between my spread legs. Then he rested his thick cockhead onto my swollen pussy lips.He sm...iled, saying if I was going to be a slut for blacks; I should learn how to beg for their cocks…Then I moaned and begged for black cock in me; but the begging for cock was only verbal, I did not beg with my body. Instead of humping my groin up seeking cock, I pushed my breasts up, craving for him…I felt him sliding forward and pushing his dark. One day i went to my friends house to get him ready for a party that night. i was ready, 12 pack of beer and a pack of rubbers, nothing could go wrong. i knocked on his door and to my suprise him mom opened the door with a big smile. she must of had a day off from work because she was in sweats and a tank top that made her body look 10 times as good. i could help notice her nippes popping out a bit and being a guy i just had to take a good stare. she noticed me day dreaming in her huge amazing. Now he had learned some self-control. He wanted to stretch this opportunity out as long as he could.He switched to her other nipple, running the length of the shaft along the sensitive oval, the flesh bouncing along the ridges. He drew it back, then pressed the whip forward again, sawing at the tiny protruding dot. She turned her head away and let out a soft moan, her body trembling with pain and excitement.The man smiled. She may have sold herself for money the first time, but she had kept. Not until my father's death would I ever have suspected that my mother had the same kinds of feelings for me. A few months after the funeral, my mother started walking around the house in very sexy outfits, ones that I didn't even know she owned. I just kinda shrugged it off as a strange way of dealing with her loss. Then, a couple months went by, and not only was she still wearing the sexy outfits, but she started rubbing against me and bending over to pick things up way too often to be.