Facial

For two hours, I kneel, my eyes focused up on Mom's, as her hips roll slow and tender. She doesn't let me off her cock, but she maintains a smooth sway, a pace that is patient enough and a thrust soft enough that her cock won't cause any harm.

Her thick cock stretches my mouth until my lips are taut, which stings, but she is being careful not to make it worse than it has to be. I realise she could most likely fuck my mouth hard, and based on her discipline, I had nothing to be afraid of.

It makes me love her all the more, for the fact she decided to be permissive, considerate of my concerns. I moan softly on Mom's cock as she pumps it down my throat, using me for her pleasure. I swallow, each time balls brush against my chin.

When her cock starts to pulse, Mom doesn't switch it up, she simply continues to ride my mouth. Her pursuit of pleasure, of her own release, is almost casual, as her hips sway backward, forward, and then backward, once more, watching me.

“I am going to cum soon, slut,” Mom warns me, “I will pull out and paint your face. You will stick your tongue out when I stop pulsing, so I can use your tongue to clean my cock. I will need another round of service, I always have to cum twice.”

I moan as her cock slides out of my mouth, inhaling as she pushes it back into me, letting her know I understand. Mom's thick shaft pulses harder, each time than the last, until she pulls herself free of my mouth, completely, and strokes, hard.

The first rivulet of her cream stretches across my face, thick and creamy, from my hairline all the way to my jaw, heavier than I imagined. I can feel the weight of it, as another stripe lands, and then another, a dozen and a half burying my face.

She aims, making sure to avoid my eyes, so that I can continue to look up at her, maintain eye contact. I can see the very moment her cock pulses for the last time. I wince reflexively at every stripe as it lands, but I still maintain my position.

Mom's smile is bright and rewarding, and my mouth opens immediately, my tongue extending. I flesh my tongue wide as some of Mom's cream drips onto it from my upper lip. Not only is it creamy and thick, the flavour is rich, perfectly sweet.

She beams down at me, brushing her cock across my tongue as I swallow while keeping my mouth open. Mom brushes her cock along my tongue repeatedly, cleaning herself, before she brushes her crown across, giving me the last drop of cream.

I swallow readily, hungrily, then lift my hands. Mom nods, and I immediately start to rub her cum into my face, while my eyes remain riveted to hers. Once my face is clean, Mom slaps me with her cock, one side and then the other, grinning.

“You still hungry, faggot, want more of Mom's fat fucking cock? Good little bitch,” Mom sneers down at me, an expression of wicked mischief, her tone playful. We both know she needs to cum again, but at least she wants to make this fun for me.

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