Facial

It takes two hours before Mom starts to pulse under my concerted, continuous effort. On my knees in the kitchen, looking up at her, I lick my way up to her helm, before kissing a path down to her hilt. Mom coos in pleasure, a hand on my head.

Her reactions are the only encouragement I need to continue, once I've started. She looks down at me, servicing her cock, smiling at me lovingly. Pride and contentment in her expression, in her eyes, as Mom watches my lips trail slowly down.

Each time I flex my tongue wide, pressing as much of it to her cock as I can, she purrs. A low, musical sound that fills my ears, shifting into a soft, warm growl as I kiss my path down. Knowing I'm having so much of an impact is a hell of a rush.

The first jet of her cum pumps from her cock without warning. Mom marks a strip of my face from my hairline clear down to my jawline, watching as I continue to lick. She doesn't stop me, and so I continue worshipping her, even as she unloads.

More and more of my face vanishes from her sight as we both let herself simply cum all over my face. She doesn't give me permission to take her in my mouth, so I don't, won't, can't. I don't have her permission to suck her cock, so I keep licking.

My eyes remain focused on hers, as a dozen and a half pulses of dense, heavy cream utterly saturates my face. When she's done pulsing, Mom's breasts rise and fall slowly as she asserts self-control. She forces herself to level her breathing, now.

“Fuck, what a beautiful view,” Mom beams down at me, teeth gleaming openly under the kitchen's artificial electric lights. I smile up at her lovingly, lifting one hand to her cock. Gently, with a firm grip, I draw the last drops out, to Mom's crown.

I tilt my head and turn it, brushing her crown down my neck, gently stroking my neck with her meat until she is clean and dry. Mom watches me, as I lift my hands to my own skin, rubbing her cum into my face, and into my neck, my eyes on her.

“Not going to eat some of Mom's cream, slut?” Mom asks me, and I shake my head promptly, “Why not, you little faggot?” She isn't offended, though, her tone is one of authentic curiosity. For me, though, the answer is really painfully simple.

“You didn't give me permission to taste it, much less eat it all,” I answer, looking up at her as I lick her cock once I'm clean and dry, thanking her for calling me a slut and a faggot, by licking her shaft. “I felt I should have your permission, Mom.”

“Such a sweet, respectful faggot, aren't you?” she asks, as I lick my way up her cock again, and she strokes her fingers into my hair, once more, before she nods. “Well. You have my permission to drink my milk from now on, whenever you get it.”

“Thank you, Mom,” I smile up at her lovingly, “You're still so hard, though, Mom. Do you need to use me a second time?” Mom nods immediately in answer, and I take a deep breath, looking up at her and licking her cock lovingly once again.

“Okay, Mom. I'm ready!” Mom smiles at me in response to my assurance, running her fingers through my hair while she's standing over me. I can see her considering how she wants to, this time, but it's clear Mom isn't done with my mouth, yet.

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