” I did know that. Eli’s dad ran a gardening/landscaping business and--unlike many of the other Negro families in the area who lived in apartmen...s--he lived in a small house that I had visited many times. The house was always immaculately neat and clean and I knew his parents were strict. Boy, were they strict! One time back in junior high when Eli had cut his hair into a Mohawk, his mother had banished him to the garage until it had grown in again to something she considered presentable. . I looked at her body and noticed she had her legs quite far apart and I could clearly see the lower part of her pussy where the string entered. I swallowed and looked away, embarrassed over what I had seen. I got up and walked into the water and, when it reached my stomach, I dove into it and came up a few yards further out. My mind drifted back to what I had seen and a tingling feeling came over me. I knew at once that I was horny. What was happening to me? Why had seeing Kelly's pussy made. She wanted to swallow her son's sweet juices. Her stroking hand began to move faster. Up and down she moved as she sucked just the head. She could hear John moaning quietly and could feel his hips twitch with pleasure. She wanted it to last, but she wanted his cum more. Her hand began to move faster and she sucked harder."Mom, Mom, I'm going to ... ohhhh ... cummmmmmm!" John screamed.Becky pumped frantically as she felt the large head swell in her mouth. She felt John lift his hips and then. "Randy, I don't think it would be a good idea for me to be doing something like that. You are my brother, after all!" It's all right, sis, you have a different father and I have a different mom so we are not real blood-related brother and sister. We just happen to live together and we each have a parent who fucks the other."I thought about that for a moment and realized he did make a lot of sense."What exactly do you want me to do?"My "brother" Randy walked over to my bedroom door and locked.