Balls Deep

For two hours, Mom rides my mouth, as slow and tender as her word, only ever rolling her hips, never slamming in. Mom lets me have ample time to adjust to her cock, stretching my lips taut around her cock as she takes a pace for my benefit.

“You're doing so well, faggot,” Mom praises me as her cock starts to pulse, driving slowly in and sliding gently back out, moaning softly in pleasure. “You're taking it so well, sweet slut, I'm so proud of you.” My cheeks warm to a vibrant pink.

“You like being told that, don't you, whore?” she asks, maintaining eye contact with me, “Knowing Mom is proud of you for how well you handle her massive cock?” I moan softly around her, as her hips continue to sway, resisting her release.

“Deep breath, faggot,” Mom commands, as her hips sway until only the crown is inside my mouth. I inhale deeply as she starts to drive herself back into me, even slower than she has been. I knew she meant a deeper breath than I have been.

Her shaft slides down my throat until her balls touch my chin, arriving with even more delicacy than any forward sway, thus far. This time, however, Mom does not sway backward as she has been, and instead, holds my head firmly in place.

“Swal-” she starts to order as I swallow around her, and she sighs, chuckling softly in amusement, “That's a good faggot. Better than any faggot I've ever had on my cock. You're doing so well, my sweet slut. Suck on the hilt, that's a good slut.”

She feels my tongue moving against her, flexing as best it can, even as she tells me to suck. Mom's satisfaction is palpable in her voice, lust warring with pride and approval. “I can't believe you're such a perfect little fag. Your mouth is flawless.”

I look up at her, as she maintains eye contact, and she smiles at me proudly, stroking my temples with her thumbs as she holds my head in an iron grip. The first thick pulse of her milk pumps into the bottom of my throat in a long, heavy river.

“Here you are, sweet slut,” Mom purrs the words with elation, as pulse after pulse delivers more and more of her cream in my throat. I swallow around her repeatedly, taking every drop she has to offer, letting her flood my belly with dense cum.

I moan softly around it, as well, letting my Mom feed me her milk, pumping it straight into my throat. Her eyes remain set on mine, her jewel-shiny irises staring into mine. Fingers flex against my scalp, and I simply hold my breath to take it all.

When the pulsing finally subsides, Mom pulls back smoothly, rather than hurriedly, ensuring her movements remain slow and gentle. I moan softly as she withdraws, until my lungs are utterly spent. I gasp for air as soon as her crown allows me.

“There's a good faggot,” Mom purrs proudly, stroking my hair out of my face, “Mom needs another round, though, and I think you deserve a chance to have more cream. What do you say, faggot? You wanna go for Round Two on Mom's cock?”

“Mm! Mm-Hmm!” I moan around the crown in my mouth, and Mom smiles down at me. Her cock still rock hard, I can tell she's deciding whether to roughen it up, now. She promised to go gentle the first time, but she might fuck me hard, now!

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