He took a firm hold of his shaft and began rubbing his knob back and forth along her slick, cunt lips.“Is your cunt ready for this you little bitch?...” he snarled.“I’ve taken better than this Motherfucker!” she cried, goading him on.“Yeah! And I bet you get plenty!” he said, trying to rile her still more.“What, you’re saying, that I spread my legs for anyone?”“That’s right, I reckon about anyone who cares to ask.”“Yeah, well I’m sure that just about anyone would do a better job than you.” She. Randall, he was on his feet now squatting over my mothers back and driving his piston home. She looked like a rag doll the way he would pull her body onto his prick. Her head boobed up and down with he continued pounding and her little titties knocked in the breeze with every stoke. After about a full three minutes of this I thought I heard her say “I’m coming” and that when he really let her have it. I watched as my mother reached back and grabbed his ass and tried to stuff his body inside. A big, thick, uncircumcised black cock which was inches from my open mouth. I wrapped my lips around the large shiny head and tasted the precum oozing from the pee hole. It was salty and sticky. I lapped it up greedily. I worked my tongue under the foreskin and chewed lightly on it. I slowly tried to take that beautiful cock down my throat. I pride myself on my ability to deep throat a cock but his was proving to be a challenge...one that I hoped I could perform. I wanted to please my master. . Because..."They were silent, listening."Because I just don't believe," Jon said quietly.They said nothing."The idea of someone, of ... Of some force, some benevolent character who will always love you, who ... Who is always there for you ... I just don't believe that. I try to be it, but God only knows that I don't succeed, and ... And the one person who, who I thought might be it..." He sniffed to clear his nose. "She's gone. And when I look at ... Well, I mean, look at my life. I never had.