Easily

As Mom's cock slides down my throat, I remain silent, keeping my eyes on her hips, focused on my job. I slide my soft lips to her hilt, my mouth stretched just enough to sting for it. I don't complain, I simply kneel, casually sucking Mom's cock.

For a minute or two, she leans against the counter, her hands at her sides, fingers curled around the edges of the kitchen counter. Then, one hand moves to my head, grinding her foot against my cock. “I'm off the phone, now, you little faggot.”

“Mm?” I ask, without taking my mouth off her cock, feeling her fingers in my hair, stroking my scalp as she cups the back of my head. I swallow around her cock as my lips reach her hilt, then immediately start to slide my mouth back to her tip.

“Are you enjoying this, faggot?” Mom asks, “Being stripped nude, kneeling in the kitchen, swallowing your Mom's cock?” My motions slow down as I arch my spine to look up at her. Mom makes unhesitating eye contact as I bob my head on her.

“Mm-Hmm,” I answer honestly, as my brain rewires,. I maintain the position, looking up into my Mom's eyes as I suck her. I keep quiet, though, grinding my tongue along the underside as I take it to the hilt and swallow, stroking with my throat.

“Then moan for me,” Mom says, and I moan obediently, “If you are enjoying this, I want to hear it, I want to feel it, in my cock, unless I am on the phone or having a conversation with someone while you're on your knees to service my needs.”

“Mm,” I answer, “Mm-Hmm.” I moan softly as I bob my head on her cock, sucking gently, lovingly, as I move my mouth up and down her shaft. She keeps one foot on my cock, pinning it, crushing it against the floor, forcing all my focus onto hers.

I don't know why, but I doubt it's needed. She probably wouldn't have to step on my dick to keep me focused on servicing hers, but I have no right to object to it. Mom surely has the right to step on my dick while I'm sucking her cock, after all.

After resisting me for about seventeen minutes, Mom's cock starts to pulse. I slide my mouth down to her hilt as she grips my head tighter. Her hips jerk, and she forces her nuts into my mouth again. I suck gently, feeling her pulse in my throat.

“Take it, faggot!” Mom growls with arousal, and then her seed pumps into my throat. I swallow around her entire cock as I suck her balls, cradling them with my tongue. My jaw stretches so far it stings, but not enough to harm me or dislocate it.

When the pulsing stops, she pulls me forcefully off her prick and I gasp for air, licking her gently. She sighs softly and she pulls my hair, drying her cock off with it before stowing herself calmly back in her pants before pointing to the front door.

“Yes, Mom,” I answer the unspoken order, crawling to kneel beside the front door and wait to service the pizza deliverer. I'm not sure who it'll be, but it doesn't matter. Whoever it is, it'll be someone that'll be offered the free use of my mouth.

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