"And you are going to make me cum, I clamped my thighs around his leg and lifted his cock up and put my lips on the end of it. I felt like I was about...three feet above him with my mouth on a baseball bat, and I slid it into my mouth. He whimpered a little, and I could feel his leg getting tense. It was huge. I shoved my mouth down on him and it went in maybe a third of the way the first time. It felt like my whole mouth was full of meat as I pushed it in. He lifted his hips up, and I started to. I could understand. But I stood there frozen. Not from fear or shock, but from delight. My mother was in severe pain, and my cock was getting hard. I smiled. My mother looked worried, and in agony. She couldn’t understand why I was smiling, and not calling 911. I pulled out my cock and began to stroke it. She looked horrified by my actions. Several minutes passed of her suffering before she finally fell still. I stopped stroking my cock and approached her. I had learned in health class how to. "Seriously though," she continued, "we won't become uncomfortable for another five or six months but by then nether one of us will want to be doing the work around here. It was so wonderful having you here for Eve; I can't even imagine not having some help around the house. We have the money. Our husband may be a pain in the ass sometimes but that little shit sure knows how to invest. We have more money now than when we moved here! Maybe if we tell him we intend to hire some help we can get him. I stepped back and looked at her wholly naked. My hands exploring the folds of her skin. I stepped into her and in one movement scooped her naked body up in my arms. She looked ashamed as I looked over her while I carried her to the bedroom. I knew she had only ever been with her husband and he had died 30 years ago. Even then I know she was a prude and still refered to people who engaged in anything but missionary position as ‘a****ls’. I laid her out on the bed and stood in front of her.