Balls Deep

For two hours, Mom maintains a level of self-control that makes me marvel. Her hips sway, her every motion smooth like pouring melted butter, every thrust gentle as a caress. Mom doesn't so much crash into me as she glides into me, lovingly.

My lips stretch taut enough that it stings, but her motions are so fluidic and kind the little bit of pain is overridden by her tenderness. The sweetness of her meat on my tongue, the aroma of her musk in my lungs, make this vastly more pleasant.

The warm, brilliant smile as she watches me take her cock, the proud gleam in her eyes as they rivet to mine, are a reward I would happily work for. I love the way she reacts, the way her pleasure expresses itself, carefree rewards she offers me.

She releases this soft, airy little hum of contentment, almost a purr, each time her balls touch my chin, and I swallow. Her eyes flutter, as I flex my tongue wide to cradle her underside, each time her meat slides forward, gliding slowly into me.

The breathless moan and the twitch of her fingers in my hair when I grind the tip of my tongue against her frenulum just before each thrust starts, is priceless. Eye contact breaks, just for a heartbeat, as her eyes close in absolute, total pleasure.

When her cock starts to pulse, Mom sighs, the lamentation of knowing she's almost done with using me for the first time. She stares down at me, and she smiles, “Don't worry, faggot, I need to cum at least twice. You will service me again, after.”

Her words solicit a happy moan from my cock, as she calls me a faggot, again. Her hips sway against me, and she glides in, down my throat, then back once more. She strokes my hair out of my eyes, “Deep breath. I'm going to be cumming, now.”

It's more deeper breath, but I inhale fast and deep, as Mom doesn't hesitate to start sliding back in. She offered me all the warning I deserve, which is to say, enough to not disrupt her movements. I flood my lungs with the aroma of Mom's musk.

Her balls brush my chin, then come to rest against my lower lip. I maintain eye contact as she looks down at me, taking in the view of her cock, hidden completely past my lips. She moans softly, “Best fucking view in the entire fucking universe.”

My cheeks heat to a warm pink, as the first pulse of Mom's cream pumps into the lower half of my throat. I keep my eyes wide open, focused up on hers. She never breaks eye contact as her cock pulses hard in my throat, stretching me to take it.

When the pulses stop, Mom holds her cock in my throat for another several seconds. I swallow around her, several times, instinctively milking her cock for every last vestige of cream. Only then she pulls back, allows me to breathe her in, again.

“I am so proud of you, sweet little faggot,” Mom praises, stroking her fingers through my hair, as she slowly pulls herself free from my lips, never breaking eye contact. “Since you did so well, I want you to tell me how you want me to use you.”

“You can worship my cock, or you can suck it on your own,” she tells me, “Or I can ride you again, the way I just rode you. If you would like to try it, I can even fuck your mouth without holding back. Well, without holding back as fully as I was.”

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