She took my cock out of her mouth and jerked it a bit giving herself a breather. "ive been craving your cum since last night, that little bit on my li... made me want it more then ever" she put my dick back in her mouth but this time the pace was faster and her left hand came up to craddle my balls. I knew I wouldnt be able to last much longer but I tried so hard not to cum. I wanted this moment to last. I wanted to have my moms mouth wrapped around my penis for hours. As I was watching my moms. I was so wet. He grabbed her hands and helped her up. His cock was so fucking huge. It was pointing straight up. She was staring at it. He asked her to lay back down on her back and spread her legs. She layed back and grabbed behind her knees. She looked so vulnerable in that position. She looked so pretty. I wanted to be her at that moment. I was just waiting for him to duck her. He made her wait for a minute while he moved a pillow and something else. All the while, she was. I was a professional and didn't even know it. I sucked your cock like a pro and kept my mind focused on giving you pleasure. Then I felt the pressure building up like you were about to blow and I decided I wasn't ready for you too. So I stopped sucking and squeezed the head to prevent you from cumming. You groaned in frustration. I was surprised you were still hard, I expected to wait a bit but I guess your determination was strong. I wanted you to shoot your hot cum inside of me. I stood up. "Her that's made a lecher out of a fine boy!" she'd screamed. And the old woman had succumbed to a stroke that very night. Ruth and Abe had been grim, making no secret of the fact that the stroke had been the direct result of Grandmother Farrell's anger and shock over Helen's actions.To Helen, her grandmother's death had been a two-edged tragedy. For the first time, she realized how much she had loved the cantankerous old woman. Her sense of guilt was a tangible, oppressive burden that failed.