..oh my god...oh my god...oh fuck, you're making me so fucking horny, I want to cum so bad...so fucking bad ... ooohhh fuckkkkk, make me cum Peter, ma...e your momma cum...ooohhhh I want to cum in your mouth, yes eat me until I fill your mouth with my love juices, I want you to taste me. Oh god baby, you making me so fucking crazy with lust."Suddenly she just kind of froze as she pressed my face hard into her crotch while she experienced an orgasm. I could immediately feel her juices begin to. I had to run, but my jellified legs wouldn't move. I could hear Mother moving towards the door at the foot of the stairs and yet I stayed still like a rabbit in the headlights spewing my cum down the stairs. Somehow I had the insane reasoning that I couldn't move until my penis had shot its last projectiles. I saw the door handle move as my shots of sperm finally started to recede. The door moved back, and I saw the shiny pointed shoe of my Mother about to step towards me. I broke free and. Jim looked hurt and confused. She owed him an explanation but wasn't sure where to begin."Jim, I have to tell you something, but please just listen first before saying anything OK?"Jim stood in front of his wife looking at her closely. Gloria took a deep breath not really knowing what her husband's reaction would be."Well Friday, that same blonde girl came telling me she worked with Callie and she had something to tell me about her. She sounded very serious, and I was concerned and let her tell. The most surprising thing was that the ceiling, and thus the kitchen floor, was reinforced concrete. This accounted for why I couldn't find any hollow sounds when tapping on the kitchen floor. I suppose that with Sway tower built around 1880 concrete would have been an avante garde material at the time, and very sound absorbing. Well, for whip cracks and screams anyway. There were four iron columns, rather like old gas street lamps giving support to the ceiling, which was nine or ten feet high,.