Diving down

At that very instant her eyes glazed over, and the vision of a burning flame roared into view. My mother pulled away from my suckling mouth and dropped to her knees between my legs. With a flash of speed her hands lowered my zipper and fished out my hard flagpole. “Oh my,” she cooed gripping the shaft with both hands. Her first stroke produced a large bubble of pre-cum at the tip. Her tongue flicked out, spearing the droplet and pulled it back in like a snake. “This is wicked,” she thought to herself.

I didn’t have to do any pushing as I merely lay back and monitored her thoughts, enjoying the sensations her hot mouth was creating. The thought tendrils were exactly as I had wanted them. I had successfully transformed my mother.

“His cock is so big. He’s much bigger than his father.” I grinned with pride knowing how I compared with my old man. “I wonder if I can take him all the way down my throat.”

My mind began to spin at the prospect of being deep-throated. I had to gain control and “push” a little more. I reworked the last thought. >I have to take him all the way down my throat.< I pushed the words in and my mom sealed her lips around the crown of my purple headed raging monster. She groaned as I saw the words, “my jaw hurts.” I quickly transformed them to >my nipples hurt.<

She rubbed her tits as her mouth sank an inch lower onto my throbbing cock. I found that the more I focused on the thoughts and tendrils, the longer I could withstand the wonderful sensations that only a wet, suctioning mouth could provide. I played some more, pushing my own thoughts, and reformulating hers. Now that initial barrier had been completely broken, my “pushes” went in with simple ease.

The pushes and thoughts flowed quickly. >His cock is wonderful.< “I am so horny.” >I need to swallow him whole.< She sank another inch deeper on my cock. Her cheeks hollowed as the saliva coated the shaft. “This is so nasty.” >Being this nasty makes me so horny.< “I love this cock.” >I crave his cock.< Another inch of flesh disappeared into her mouth as she neared the base. “My mouth is so full.” >I need to relax so I can swallow him whole.< I could feel my cock slipping into her throat as she swallowed. Her throat muscles milked the fat head with unbelievable practiced ease. I knew I wanted to blow my nut down my mom’s throat. It was beginning to become more difficult concentrating on the image and the words, especially now that her nose was practically in my pubic hairs.

“I can’t believe I got him all the way in. This is great! He is great. His cock is great. This is a wonderful cock. I love this cock.” She started bobbing on the shaft, taking it completely in on every stroke, stretching her throat muscles.

Once again, I had to play with her mind. It was like an addictive **** that I couldn’t resist. I flooded her thoughts once again. >I love this cock.< >I have to have this cock.< >I always have to have his cock.< >I love swallowing his cock.< >I will always swallow his cock.< >I always have to have his cock.< >Sucking cock makes him happy.< >I will always suck his cock and make him happy.< >I always have to have his cock.< >I will beg him for his cock.< >I will do whatever I have to do in order to get his cock.< >I always have to have his cock.<

I could see words trying to form in her thoughts, but my constant barrage kept them from ever formulating. They merely remained a jumbled series of words, like: “sex,” “cum,” “cock,” “suck,” “hard,” and “big.” I picked up on the new words and fed them back to her. >Sex with his big, hard cock is wonderful.< >I’m going to suck his big, hard cock till he cums.< >I always have to have his cock.< >I have to have his cum.< >I always have to have his cum.< >I always have to have his cock cum.< >I will do anything to have his cock cum.< >I need his cock cum.< >I crave his cock cum.< >I always have to have his cock cum.<

That was all I could take. My mother redoubled her efforts, eagerly sucking along the entire shaft, desperately trying to milk it of its contents. I could feel my balls tighten with the tension just before release. I watched as my mother’s hair lay wildly strewn over my lap, her head still bobbing up and down. She was humming a happy tune, moaning and groaning around the throbbing cock filling her mouth. My lava was boiling over and ready to spurt. The rockets were ready to launch their torrents of cum, the question was where would I let it fly?