Eagerly

I almost jump to my mom's cock and inhale it.

I slobbered my tongue around her cock, desperately trying to make it wet as fast as possible, jamming as much as possible into my throat. My mom's sobs was soon replaced with moans. And her hands left her face, and started to gently guide my bobbing head.

I looked into her grateful eyes for a moment, before closing them again. Focusing all my senses on her pleasure. The woman who bore me for nine months, the woman who raised me. My mom and her magnificent cock.

Her moans grow loader, and her hands guided me deeper on her cock. I had only managed half before, but now she pushed me deeper. I choked several times on it. But my efforts make her leak more precum. In my entire life I have never tasted anything better. It was sweet, and filling, and as close to perfection as I could imagine anything. I had heard about this being a feature of futa-cock.

I swallowed as much as I can, and soon felt a warm feeling spreading from my stomach. I had never sucked cock before. But I loved sucking it I love feeling it pushing in my mouth, its rough veins, and it tenaciously, and slowly conquering my mouth and throat.

Soon her cock passed from my mouth into my throat, and I finally managed to deep throat her, with tears striking down my cheek, and my heart beating with joy.

Her small patch of pubic hair tickled my face, and I felt my pride swelling. Pride for pleasuring my and taking nearly all her cock, only half an inch remaining. I gazed up at her, and she looked deeply into my eyes with a mix of gratefulness and love. Our hands lock for a brief moment. And we were each others worlds.

Then I heard my bedroom door open, and my dad's voice, mingled with what sounds like giddyness and jealousy says:

"Are you winning son?"