Balls Deep

As my lips slide softly up and then down, I force myself to take her to the hilt on every downward sweep. I breathe in as I sink, filling my lungs with the aromatic scent of her musk. I swallow, as soon as her massive crown slides into my throat.

As my lips stretch taut around her hilt, I swallow on it, using every muscle in my throat to stroke as much of her as I can, each time I reach it. I moan soft, as my mouth rises, travelling slow and sensual up the length, back toward Mom's crown.

The soft, airy sound of the hum she makes at certain moments, and the low, warm growl at others, simply makes me want to smile. Mom's cock has too much girth for that, my lips stretched as far as they can, I think, without real pain resulting.

When I feel her pulsing, she smiles as she continues looking into my eyes. Her fingers stroke through my hair to reassure, encouraging me to continue. She motions downward, “I am so proud of you, faggot. I need to cum at least twice, whore.”

“All the way down, now, fag,” Mom orders. My lips slide down obediently, taking her shaft all the way until my lips reach her hilt. I swallow around her, and Mom doesn't hold my head down, instead removing her hands from my head, entirely.

The withdrawal makes me feel trusted, as her fingers instead press against the garage door, behind her. She leans back to relax and enjoy the view, maintaining eye contact. “Swallow it all, whore, take every drop. You're doing so well, you slut.”

I moan, as the first pulse of Mom's release pumps into the lower half of my throat. Determined not to let Mom down, my throat tightens, each swallow stroking as much of her cock as possible. I can feel my throat flooding with dense cream.

Every heartbeat, every swallow, more of her milk travels into my stomach. I keep my eyes focused on hers, knowing Mom loves eye contact. I hold my breath for her, lips unmoving, until the last pulse of her cock, and the low moan that brings.

I swallow a few more times, milking her cock, until Mom almost purrs the word up. My lips slide upward obediently, my mouth travelling the length of her shaft, warm and loving in my service. Her eyes shine in the kitchen's artificial lights.

“You are the best faggot I've ever had,” Mom tells me, unabashed, “None of the other sluts I've used has been able to get their mouth down to my hilt on their first time servicing me. I am not a small woman, and I have a somewhat large cock.”

“Wait, seriously? You don't say?” I answer archly, “I hadn't noticed that my Mom had a phallic colossus literally lodged in my throat for the last two hours.” Mom blinks at me, then grins so wide her teeth gleam in the electrical kitchen lights.

“Fucking smart-ass little faggot!” Mom laughs involuntarily, shaking her head, her breasts rising and falling with intense amusement. I grin at her and turn my palms up toward the ceiling, all while maintaining eye contact as I kneel before her.

“I mean, it isn't as if your beautiful, gleaming, shining hardwood pole isn't still standing here,” I motion toward her cock, demonstratively, as if she can't see it, “Literally right in front of my face, still only scarcely millimetres from my mouth.”

“Yes, I'm aware, and it's gonna go back down that throat in a minute, you snarky little whore!” Mom says, still laughing, unable to be mad at me when I'm funny. I doubt she'll ever be mad at me again, now, since I can simply suck her cock.

“I'm ready when you are, Mom!” I assure her, “You said you need two, right? Come on, let's do this!” Mom grins down at me, visibly delighted by not only my consent but my enthusiasm. My readiness, I think, is something she didn't expect.

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