I knew just enough information about my fictitious brother that after pondering her decision she finally agreed to let me in. As we walked up the stai...s to the second floor apartment my heart started racing. The nice little old landlady unlocked and opened the door. I went in remarking that bro still had the same couch as before so it seemed like I belonged, thanked my perpetrator and my breaking and entering was complete! Looking all around I took in all the sights and thought about everything. I could hear his moans get louder and then a grunt came from him and he came in my mouth. The liquid ran down my throat and some ran out of the corner of my lips. I pumped him until I had gotten every last drop. I then went up to his mouth and kissed him deeply, letting his taste himself. I then started playing with myself again, and when he saw this he instantly began to get hard again. I made myself cum and rolled my eyes back in my head. I could tell how much he was turned on by this, as. I had felt breasts before, the softcollection of fat whose weight settled into your hands, moving with theslightest instigation. They felt amazing in the palm of your hand andwhen you squeezed and your fingers made small hills of breast flesh thatcame up between them, you know you had felt the greatest thing there isto feel. I use to love to trace the outline of a nipple, feel thedifference between the areola and the skin of the breast, feel the smallbumps circling the protrusion. It was always. I knew mom believed in God, even though we did not talk about it often. I was not so sure about that myself, but she was trying her best to change my mind, just like right now.I groaned and moved my legs, and mom kept going. She was bobbing her head as fast as she could. She was not going to stop now. She needed to have the determination and endurance to make it happen.My knees were buckling, so I had to hold tighter on mom's hair and shoulders, but she still patiently kept up the same rapid.