.Mamma was always there, except when she was at work. Most of the time, she was busy with me – making sure I got food, getting me to do homework, cl...aning the house and trying to get me to help, washing my clothes, helping brush my hair, making sure I brushed my teeth. But we also talked. She'd ask about school, and try to help with my homework. She'd ask me about my dreams when she woke me up in the morning. She talked to me and read to me if she was home at bedtime, but that was only a few. He couldn't take it, and his balls contracted, spewing a huge load into the amazing mouth. It didn't pull away, just sucked harder, the tongue hitting all the right spots, drawing his orgasm out forever. Once he was empty, the mouth didn't stop, and neither did the voice. The girl sucking him obviously knew her way around a cock, managing to not hit the spots that were too sensitive."That was good, wasn't it?" the voice whispered. "So good that you're not even soft. Do you want to give the girl. At work, it seemed every time I turned around there was a girl standing behind me. I really enjoyed the attention, although I was not really sure why my status had changed.One night while helping my older sister, Charlotte, with her chemistry homework, she made a comment about my instant popularity.“Ernie, I am glad you found time from your busy schedule to help me,” she started.“It is no problem at all sis, family first,” I joked.“So how are you adjusting to you new found popularity?” She. Really alone. So we could talk, or cuddle, or whatever.”“Or whatever?” I grinned.“Talk, cuddle, screw, you pick,” she said.“Let’s cuddle,” I said.She smiled, “Good choice. Get your clothes off!”“What?” I asked.“You heard me. Just do it, big brother. I know the limits.”I had qualms about doing what she wanted, but I walked into the room and began to undress. Stephanie was quickly out of her clothes and I saw she was wearing the waist and ankle chains that I had bought her years ago. When we were.