(You may want to read the first chapter before reading this one since it is a continuation of a scene started in the first chapter.)
Rose, our house girl, did not turn loose of my cock and to my surprise it did not go down. It stayed as hard as it had been and maybe even got harder. The house girl's hand just froze in place on my cock. I did not move either. I just looked at my mother standing in the doorway to my bedroom.
My mother was a highly educated and cultured woman. She had not really wanted to come to this mission station out in the bush in this small African country. My father had told the family he had heard the Lord calling him to be a missionary and my mother had to go where he went. However, she had not gone without complaining every step.
My mother was a short plump woman with big breasts and a belly to match. Her butt was a perfect match for any African woman her age because it was big and moved every time she did. I thought my mother was sexy just like I was turned on by the black women who surrounded me.
I had not really wanted to leave our home in the states, but I had found many reasons to want to stay. My mom had seemed to become more relaxed once we had been on the mission a few weeks. She even walked in on me a few times when I was in the big galvanized oval bath tub.
Rose always filled the tub with me in it for my bath. When Rose filled the tub, she always checked the temp by reaching into the water next to my cock and making sure she touched my cock. It was obvious that Rose like to see my big cock come up out of the water as she teased it.