He was afraid to suggest anything at all to his Aunt Gina despite their history of kinky sex because she seemed a bit too fragile to him in her weaken...ed condition.His newest interest was the mother-daughter combination on the third floor. The mom was a retired schoolteacher with a fetish of wearing the tightest skirts and highest heels in the entire building. Whenever he heard her feet clicking on the stairs, he got a good spot to look up her skirt and get a good peek at her always sexy. He started slamming his cock in me harder and harder making me cum multiple times! He asked me what I wanted and I just blurted out to be bred and I wanted a black baby which drove him nuts and in seconds I felt his cock swell up in me and start feeling me up with his cum. I just kept repeating breed me and give me that black baby and it made him cum for at least 45 seconds. He held my hips and slowly kept pushing his still hard cock in me and then pull back to where just the head was in me and. He couldn’t. He just wouldn’t! “I don’t believe you, Mommy!” He lashed out with the leather strap, striking her hip through her thick dress.Joan yelped! Even the twill weave couldn’t stop all of the strap’s sting. Her son had struck her! She tried to rationalize. He was just getting even for her hitting him, but her heart knew. Tommy would never lose trust in his brother.“That’s showing her, Tommy.” Robert appeared from behind the pile of junk. He had crept back to the cellar after phoning. When he was home, he filled the house with personality if not wealth. He was a good cook, worked occasionally as a chef and made not only Chinese but American and ethnic culinary fare. I learned cooking from him, tried to please him and thrived on his attention. I treasured the times we cooked together or when he let me sing a Chinese song for him even though I didn’t understand the words. He never disciplined us or helped around the house except for cooking. He left the operation of the.