You may want to read any of the other chapters you missed before reading this one since this is a continuing story about my missionary mother, our house girl and other going-ons. If you are offended by the nature of this story then please don't read it, but it is true to how Zimbabwe was in the 1950's and 60's and it is true that missionaries are not all pure. I also offer my apologies for the bad editing which is solely my fault.
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The night spent watching Joe shave the pussies of the two house girls and then watching him fuck Rita the petite house girl who had worked at the house the white nurses on the mission lived in was still vivid in my mind when I woke the next morning with a raging hard-on. As always I took it in my hand and started masturbating.
"Need help?"
There was my mom standing just inside the doorway of my room with nothing on but her white panties and white bra and a pair of thigh high stockings. She always wore bras that were too small to hold her massive titties. I could see flesh popping out in all directions. Her breasts being in that too tight bra did nothing to bring my erection under control. Standing beside her was our garden boy. Every missionary family had at least one house girl to do the inside work and a house boy to do the outside work. Our house boy was not a boy. He was over twenty years old and by looking at what was hanging between his legs anybody could tell this fellow was not a boy.
