........Less than a minute, mom cumms..........., I continued eating her out, brushed my tongue up and down her pussy .Mom screams , moaned and callin... my name many times.I eats my mom pussy for more than 30 minutes........, the bed spread now wet from her lovely cumms.I stopped , and stick my 1 finger inside her pussy and began finger fucking her, mom love it very much. I stick 1 more finger and another finger. Now 3 fingers fucking her. Mom going wild, pulling my hair and her body moved. This usually occurred at night. I do not know exactly what they argued about because I would attempt to shut it out. However, one night when I was 12 years old I was awakened by a particularly loud argument. I could hear dads deep voice state something to the effect that You cannot do that! I heard mom shout, You just wait and see what I can do! At that moment I heard a light tap, tap, tap on my bedroom door. I said softly, Come in. I could see by the light from the hall that it was my petite. With all the Former Marines around Southie I ought to know that.’ ‘Southie?’ ‘South Boston. More Irish there than in Dublin, and a big tradition of serving in the Marines.’ ‘That’s where you’re from?’ ‘My roots are there. My parents moved to the burbs when I was young. Where are you from?’ ‘East Los Angeles, originally.’ ‘Tough place.’ ‘It could be, but I have a lot of good memories too. Anyway, are you really scared by this?’ ‘Uncomfortable, anyway. I’m out of my element here.’ ‘Look at it as. She was still crying and shaking from the cold. I needed to do something. I remembered there was still a partial bottle of Jim Beam in the dining room from a party a number of weeks earlier. I had to give up drinking, pretty much, during the stay in the hospital, and had lost my taste for liquor. Most of my friends hadn’t - hence the bottle.I went to the dining room, got out the bottle and two shot glasses. I filled each glass half full. I figured with all the crying and what not, she wouldn’t.