He took me places like camping and hunting and fishing. We often went to get a hamburger, or just shopping together. The older I got the more I loved ...o shop. He was a lifelong bachelor, and lived across the street from mother (his sister) and me for many years. He was always available to baby-sit and I knew I could trust him and ask him any question, and boy did I come up with some questions. Mom never remarried. Even though there had been a few boyfriends she never seemed to find a man that. I don’t know why but I always assumed a penis would be flavored. Once I got passed that great shock, I realized that the word is in the title of this activity for a reason. It’s a lot of work! Coordinating your hand with, your mouth, with your teeth, with your other hand, all while wedged inside a luxury room. Thankfully, as a 17-year-old boy he didn’t take long to finish but that’s where things went wrong. I don’t know what I was expecting, but there was a lot more, you know, than my mouth was. I knew I was quick but I really wanted her to cum. And when seconds passed with my continued rapid thrusts, I realized somehow I had remained hard. So I kept going relentlessly until her greeting thrusts became undulations and arching. Her quiet, encouraging moans became a higher, tighter, elongated exclamation of my name. The acknowledgment thrilled me even more than I was already thrilled.And I kept fucking her through two more of her orgasms, each closer in time than the next, both quieter. I discovered things about my mother that I had never known. In our passion she took me higher than any man ever dreamed and in return I gave myself to her body and soul. As the sun disappeared over the horizon we rested and I outlined my plan for her. It would not be easy, but with some timing and care it would be done.Another month went by and at the beginning of my seventh month I revealed to dad that I was carrying twins. This drove him frantic, the thought of my swollen belly holding two.