Unfortunately Helen had other ideas. We were in bed with only a sheet covering us when she began to run her hand down my stomach and then, lightly, to... stroke my cock. She whispered to me not to be upset about my friends comments, that they were only jealous of me and that any one of them would love to be where I was now, in bed with her. As she told me this she was stroking my cock more forcefully and my resolve was weakening all the time. So much for good intentions. It seemed like within. God, she was heart-stoppingly beautiful! A small black girl; actually she has a sort of warm honey-colored skin that just makes you want to lick her. So help me God, that vision of licking her all over just flooded my mind, and I had to look down at my notes for quite a while before I could get my thoughts together again.I watched every step as she came in, for the next week, then had to wrench myself back into prof mode. And she was delightful as a student. Interested, knowlegable,. When she saw me awake, she stopped and removed her mouth from my cock. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”Then I put my hands on the back of her head. “Don’t be sorry,” I answered. “I want you. I want to fuck you, Mom.” Then I pushed her head back onto my dick and began face-fucking my own mother. She sucked my dick voraciously until I was about to cum, but I didn’t want to shoot my load in her mouth; I wanted to cum in my own mother’s pussy!So I pushed her away and then rose. “Get on. She rubbed my hardon through my sweats until I was ready to force my way on her, but I enjoyed the tension. “Will you jerk me?” I said. “Go pick out some lotion.” She had a collection of scented lotions by her bed. The coconut was my favorite. Her hands were rough with thick calluses from having to walk around on her hands when she was at the house, and they felt amazing on my bare skin and sensitive privates. I came over every chance I got. She liked to call me dirty when I told her what I.