"You almost killed me": Round 2

GACK. GACK. GACK. GACK.

You look down at your pitiful step-mother, Claire, her spit-matted hair clumped in your fist, balls slapping sloppily against her chin in rhythm with her gagging. The 'fight' is lost, she just wants this to be over with. And by the all-too-familiar feeling in your balls, it soon will be! The sight of your step-mother covered in saliva, completely broken of will, fucking her face against your cock is almost enough to push you over the edge instantaneously. But then, that would be giving her what she wants...

You yank hard, ripping her from your cock. "Ow!" she cries out as drool drips from her chin, she's panting and very unhappy with the whole predicament. You tighten your fist, pulling the hair roughly from her scalp, her eyebrows furrow in pain as she looks up at you, eyes both angry and completely terrified. You ponder saying something witty, but nothing comes immediately to mind.. She rolls her eyes, assuming she knows what you are wanting, and sticks out her tongue again, mouth wide open, as instructed previously. "Just get it over with, you bastard!", closing her eyes again sticking out her tongue and trying to shake her head from from your grasp. Something inside you snaps. This bitch! You were hopeful she could be molded into something more. A ****, a willing addition to your harem, a MILF on demand for your most humiliating desires. But her defiance sealed her fate, and she has no further purpose.

She remains on her knees, mouth open, strands of saliva dripping from her spit-covered face onto her breasts. Even through her closed eyes, she conveys a complete look of disgust and hatred as she awaits your cum. Your eyes focus on her mouth, following the curve of her tongue to the back of her throat. No. This isn't over yet. You lean her head back forward, to her surprise, causing her eyes to flutter open and her hands to fly forward to your thighs for support. Your cock pushes over her tongue, past her lips, and straight to it's target. The warmth, resistance, and tightness (along with a spasm from your stepmother caused from coughing) confirm it's arrival in the back of your step-mother's throat. She pushes against your thighs, coughing around your shaft, but you grab another handful of hair with your free hands and smash her nose against your stomach.

From your previous attempt at fucking her throat, you know she can last at least 30 seconds. Ignoring her mumbling and coughing, you bask in the warm feeling of her throat spasms and knowledge that she now is completely terrified of what may come next... 35.. 36.. 37.. you mentally count, it's obvious she's hit her limit as she is pounding against your legs and shaking your entire lower body trying to pull away.

40! You open your fists completely. Claire falls backward on her ass, and continues backward, hitting her head against the floor, gasping and crying. Your dick twitches again at the mere sight. There is no back-talking, no pleading, she rolls to her side, coughing and gasping and curls completely by instinct into a fetal position trying to regain composure.

Your fist clenches and your teeth grit as you prepare your next words carefully.

"Look at me, mom!" You exclaim, at this point you want to see the expression on her face as the next few words come out of your mouth. Through the best possible composure she can manage, she spins her head, though remaining fetal, and looks you in the eye, crying. "I am going to fuck your throat, do you understand?" She's shaking her head 'no' and crying. Not because she doesn't understand, but in a pleading manner, despite this, you feel the need to explain further.

"I am going to stick my dick past your windpipe. Your are going to gag. And you are going to hold it there. You can fight, you can claw, you can punch all you want, but this will happen, regardless." Her crying becomes overly audible now, her head a frantic rocking, almost as if in denial, mouthing "no, no no, please" over and over... "You will do this! And if that attitude of yours continues, it will be the LAST thing you do!" You don't have any _real _intention to inflict **** by dick on this new version of your bitchy step-mom - if that's even possible in this place (can people even die here? Are they immortal fucktoys or would they just reset?) - either way, you certainly want to drive home the fact that you are very much in charge now, and her options are to fall in line, or... well. That's pretty much her only option in your Blowjob Universe. It's high time she worked that out.

Momentarily, a flash of confusion crosses her face, but before there is time for her to completely comprehend the gravity of that statement, she yelps as yet again, her hair is clumped into your fist and she is raised to her knees. "Now, one more time, like you mean it. Open that fucking mouth and stick out your tongue".

Her chin trembles and her lips quiver as she does exactly as instructed. Her mouth is now as wide as she can manage, her tongue rolled out like a red carpet. There is no shame or fight left, she is simply hoping that by complying this will be over as quickly as possible. A wicked grin begins to grow on your face, and your dick twitches to full stiffness as you look upon your pitiful step-mother, Claire, for what she believes could be the last time without your dick shoved down her gullet. Her chin, still covered in spit, trembling. Her tongue laid flat and stuck out as far as she can manage. You chuckle to yourself as you inspect further back, finding three old cavity fillings on her back teeth. Despite her best efforts to outwardly appear the 'trophy wife' for your dad, she's just as flawed as everyone. And, looking further back, your eyes glass over as they focus yet again on her uvula and tight opening to her throat. The crying making it quiver, almost like an invitation, spit already beginning to puddle in the back of her mouth from keeping it open and tilted for you. Your grin is now ear to ear, and your mom has noticed the glassed-over look, panic flashes on her face before immediately being flung forward onto your cock.

Just as before, she's thrown off balance and caught only by her hands against your thigh. Unlike before, there is no pleasantry about your actions. Your cock slamming against the roof of her mouth and pushing well beyond the opening of her throat before she even realized the **** had begun. Both hands pull her face into your stomach and her tongue, by instinct (and a bit of wishful thinking) slips out and cradles the bottom of your balls. And for 4 seconds, it feels like eternity to you. Your step-mother balls-deep on your cock, her tongue caressing your nutsack, two fist-fulls of hair, and a throat pussy wrapped around your cock. You almost mentally have to shake yourself out of it as a few seconds have now passed and the sound of her gagging and coughing pulls you back to reality. You look down. Claire's eyes are open and nearly cross-eyed focused on the tip of her nose being smashed against you. Despite her hands pushing against you and her trying to shake your hold free of her head, she continues to keep her tongue out and nestled on your balls. You have zero desire to ever leave her throat, instead, you pump your hips forward and press her head as hard as you can, forcing unbelievably another inch into her throat. You continue this process, fucking the very tip of your penis 1 inch in and 1 inch out of her windpipe. The feeling is incredible. Your right hand slips lower, grasping her throat while your left hands pulls harder. You can feel your cock sliding through her throat. You clinch your right hand around her throat harder, not only **** her, but to your surprise, you can feel the constriction around your penis. This stops her coughing and you pull her forward further, straightening out her neck. She's now leaning almost 45 degrees forward, face impaled on your cock and balanced only by her knees and hands that are resting on your thigh. You fuck her throat relentlessly, her face and throat nothing more than a fleshlight, pumping your member in her throat without even the possibility of allowing wind back in. In this position, she can no longer afford to push against or punch you. She's helpless to the ****. Drool hangs from her chin to the floor, occasionally tickling your balls as strands are slapped from her face.

42.. 43.. 44.. For what it is worth, she took longer to hit her 'wall' this time. But instantly, her tongue retracts back into her mouth, and she tries to rise herself back up onto her knees. Your right hand temporarily lets go of her throat, releasing a spasm of coughing, only to be replaced by a loud clap as you slap her across the left side of her face. You've never slapped a woman across the face like this before, with all your strength. The smack, while much harder than you had anticipated to deliver, did not knock her out. Instead, it caused her head to spin sideways, causing your cock to slide out of the tight embrace of her throat. She temporarily bites down and tears immediately well up in both of her eyes. Tears start flowing down her rapidly reddening left cheek. Partly out of anger, and partly out an involuntary reaction of being bitten, you strike again with your fist on the back of her head, this time knocking the wind out of her and forcing your shaft back where it belongs, balls deep down her throat. Claire stops fighting. She is not ****, as you had half expected, but either from lack of oxygen or a realization of her fate, she simply begins gagging pitifully as you sloppily pound into her face with renewed vigor.

Your balls are churning from the newly aggressive nature you've taken. You are at the point of no return, both for yourself and your step-mother, Claire. In just a few moments, you intend to pump your jizz directly down the throat of your step-mother. For a moment, you debate flipping the switch off, and letting go of her. Surely, at this point, she would be willing to join your harem, become your personal whore, whatever you would ask of her, willingly or not. And for a moment, you had decided to do so. But you deliberated a few moments too long and the boiling in your balls, and the spasms around your cock-head indicate that it is too late for both of you. You look down just in time to see your step-mothers eyes looking up at you, her arms dropping to her sides and the full weight of her body now pushing her head, on it's own, against your cock. You look her back in the eyes as you fuck her skull, only, her eyes continue to look up. up. and behind her eyelids. Her dangling arms now twitch in unison with her upper torso and your cock as it erupts! You fall backwards from the sheer weight of her body and the sudden weakening in your legs. Her **** body following you to the floor. Her breasts smash into the floor as her head smashes into your pelvis. Perfect timing. Any longer and you'd have had to let her go and ruined your orgasm.

Your first jet of cum enters her throat at this same moment. Quickly, you regain your composure and grasp two handfuls of hair, pushing your cock completely to the hilt, surrounding it by the still-warm lips. 6.. 7.. 8 bursts of cum and you still feel your balls tensing for more. Nothing is being wasted, there is no cum leaking out around your penis, it is all deposited directly into her throat and stomach. After what feels like 15 solid pumps of cum, you are depleted. Too comfortable with the feeling of your penis being enveloped in her throat, you lie your head back and keep her head pinned onto your cock as it slowly, and for the first time, deflates and leaves her throat.

A mixture of cum and drool leak from around your flaccid cock as finally the seal of her lips is broken. You feel her breath on your soggy ballsack but there's no movement, just a radiant warmth... You ponder your next move, but are in no rush to move her from your cock. Yes, she'll likely need to spend the next full hour cleaning herself up, but with everyone in this universe pre-occupied with ramming your cock in your throats, you are doubtful anybody will care if she's late for work.