I did want to stay at home with her for as long as I could. Even more astonishing, to me, was what was happening now in our bungalow. Sheila, my twent...-three year old stepsister, had moved back into the house, and into our old bedroom. She had left her husband, Jason, because he was ruining them with his gambling. Even harder for her was the fact that she was pregnant. She said she was expecting the baby to come in November. It was now early August. That night we had concluded that I would. For the last sixteen years he had down graded my mother to the point that, she was thinking of killing herself.It was nothing for him to look at her and say things like, " Damn you're a fat fucking pig," or " I wish you would learn to fuck so I didn't have to go out and find pussy."The one that really hurt Mom was, " I guess I could fuck you in the ass so, I don't have to see your face."Many night I sat up, holding Mom, rocking her and telling her he was wrong. That she was a pretty lady and. During my freshman year I was extremely homesick and to save money on cell phone bills, we decided to spend most of our time talking and quelling loneliness (she admitted hating having the whole house to herself).At first she was very self-conscious about having the camera on but in time it became more and more comfortable. I liked seeing her expressions and smiles. For the most part all I could see was her face, because she tended to sit forward in her chair with her arms folded across the. ” And, it was. I don’t know why, but it was. It wasn’t as big as Jacob’s but how much bigger would I like a cock? This one was seven or eight inches, which is still a good-sized cock. Heck, inches bigger than my ex. And it had good thickness.I realized suddenly that during my musings, my fingers were stroking up and down his cock. I released his cock and it continued to stand there tall and proud as if it hopes for more of my touch. I was beyond just being excited by this. I needed to be.