“Suck my cock, fag.”

My eyes flutter a little at Mom telling me to actively suck her cock, to wrap my mouth around it. I stare at the massive rod, then look back up at her. I blink at her, and swallow, nervous, “Uh, Mom, your cock's ... kind of huge! I don't think it'll fit.”

Her hand rests on top of my head, and I swallow again, but she doesn't seem concerned. She strokes my cheek gently with her thumb, permissive and patient. “Trust Mama, it'll fit. If you need help, I'll help you get it in your mouth, though, fag.”

“O-Okay,” I take a deep breath, inhaling the wonderful, savoury scent of her musk, letting it fill my lungs with confidence. I kiss the crown, and let it part my lips. I'm still uncertain it'll fit, but I make myself try, because Mom told me to trust her.

My lips slip down around her crown, and she fills my mouth completely. stretching my lips taut. Sliding my mouth down, Mom pushes until my lips reach her hilt. She smirks smugly down at me, “See, faggot? Told you it'd fit your slut mouth.”

“Now. Suck it,” Mom orders. I flex my tongue against her underside, not a lot of movement I can offer around something of her girth. My glossal muscle cradles her meat nevertheless, as my soft lips stretch taut, my head sliding up, then down.

“There's a good faggot,” Mom says, “Your job now is to ensure my balls are fully drained.” I moan gently around Mom as my lips slide back down to the hilt, then up once more. I'm not an experienced cocksucker, but the concept isn't complex.

I swallow around her cock when my lips reach the hilt, because it seems obvious. The tightness of a swallow should feel wonderful on a cock, especially one as thick as Mom's. Her fingers flex against my head as I swallow, before sliding up.

“You're a natural, faggot,” Mom praises me, her fingers flexing, stroking through my hair, and getting a good solid grip. I moan on her, offering pleasurable vibrations, on pure instinct. Her breathing hitches with a little gasp. I know I did well.

The taste of her drowning my tongue, the scent of her flooding my lungs, I can't deny. I like it. I'm on my knees, sucking Mom's cock, and I like it. My eyes flutter up at her, and she's leaning back against the counter, simply smiling down at me.

“Oh, this is going to be a good week,” Mom says, as I bob my head on her cock. I swallow, each time my lips reach her hilt. Each time I lift up, I cradle her cock with my tongue and moan. I tease her frenulum, each time I lift up to Mom's crown.

I lift my hands to her hips, and Mom doesn't stop me. I cup her hips to steady myself better, bobbing my head faster, up and down the length of her thick shaft. I slip my mouth up off her cock, looking up at her, “Mom, may I ask a question?”

“Not yet,” she answers, pushing my head back down onto her cock. I accept the answer and resume sucking obediently, moaning for her pleasure as I lift up, inhaling her scent as I dive. For now, my one sole purpose is to drain Mom's jewels.

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