And then with one firm pushI could see her open her mouth and my huge tool enter her mouth, It was great to have my beautiful moms mouth on my cock an... I let away a loud moan and kept my cock pushing in her mouth, I could hear voices of mmmm....mmm... from her and her hands was on my hands trying to stop me from pushing her face more, it was wonderful to have her lovely lips warped against my monster cock, as my cock grown large. I wondered how she was going to take such a huge thing fully in. You, John Smith, live on the fourth floor of Block B, and are neither a toff nor a pauper. You are, like most people in the residence, shut into a tiny single room with one door, and one window, barely deep enough to take ten short steps across lenghtwise, and barely wide enough to be able to stand in the middle of the room and not touch the walls when rasing both arms up. However, you have your own toilets, your own two electric rings for cooking, kitchen sink, and a small fridge. Everything. She would mutter words like ‘good’ lovely looking at my erection. I did not know about it then. She would sit on her backside, spread her legs and then open her choot to me and take my hand to touch it and rub it. I can still feel her and smell her. She started being bold as I grew up. And then as I grew older it stopped. But when the occasion rose she would fondle me and I would respond. One day my parents had gone away for a week and I was left with her. I was 18 and she was 23 and came from. I heard a scream, I looked up. I saw a girl running through the graveyard. I stood up and notice there was a balled guy in a leather jacket running after her. I started to run towards them. Then I saw her trip and fall so I started to run faster. The guy came up to her. "You stupid bitch, you fucken stabbed me. Your gonna pay for that" I saw him kick her in the stomach. She looked up at him with a bloody face and spit blood toward him and her head collapsed to the ground. I finally reached.