Facial

As I feel the first pulse of Mom's cock in my mouth, I moan louder on the way up her shaft. My eyes remain focused up, on hers, as I take her now-pulsating meat to the hilt. I lift one hand, turning my palm up, wordlessly asking for her command.

“Pull your mouth off it, slut,” Mom orders, and my mouth slides up as I obediently let her out of my mouth, “Grab it. Wrap your fingers around my cock and stroke it. Quick and hard, make me cum all over that pretty face. Aim at yourself, slut.”

My hands raise, curling the fingers of both hands around her meat. I stroke her thickness energetically, as fast as I'm able, focusing my eyes on her. Mom stares down at me, watching me work her pole, needing both hands to handle her monster.

“Gods, Mom, why is your cock such a colossus?” I murmur, and Mom grins at me mischievously. Her cock continues to just pulse with need in my hands, until the first shot of her load pumps free. The jet of cum that hits one eye is long and heavy.

I flinch physically, blinded for the moment in one eye, as I keep the other focused on Mom's eyes. Mom snickers at me in amusement, but I continue to aim her shaft at my face. I continue energetically pumping my hands up and down her rod.

Several shots stripe along my face, drenching more and more of me, before the thirteenth hits me in the other eye. Mom brushes my hands off her cock as she moans, “I'll aim. You clearly can't aim while maintaining eye contact with me, slut.”

Five more stripes saturate my face, leaving no part of my skin dry between my hairline and my jawline. I simply kneel in place as Mom's seed paints me, listening as she breathes, sensitive to the sounds of her as she moans as she cums on me.

“It's because of faggots like you that I'm so big, you little whore!” Mom growls, “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out, slut!” I obey immediately, cum dripping from my upper lip onto my tongue, and the sweet, rich flavour slams into me.

I moan involuntarily, even as Mom uses my tongue to clean herself off. As she finishes, the crown brushes my tongue and she leaves the last drop of her cum on it. I kneel quietly, swallowing when she's done, and breathing in the scent of her.

“Best. Faggot. Ever.” Mom groans, “Rub it in, slut. Clean your face by rubbing every drop of my cream deep into your skin. It's good for you.” I follow Mom's command, raising my hands and closing my mouth, beginning to gently rub in her seed.

It takes a few minutes before I can see again, before my face and hands are clean and dry, and velvet-soft. The first thing I see is Mom's cock, her hand sliding up and down, stroking herself directly in front of my face, before I renew eye contact.

“I need another round of service from you, faggot,” Mom tells me, “Are you okay with that?” I nod immediately to her, an enthusiastic response that nets me an equally anticipatory smile, letting me know Mom is excited by me servicing her rod.

“Good. Then I will allow you to make one request,” she says, “You can either ask me to use you in a specific way, or ask me to promise to let you eat it. I may let you drink either way, but if that is your request, I'll promise to put it on your tongue.”

“I want it on my tongue, Mom!” I answer immediately, without needing to think about it, “Your milk tasted phenomenal!” Mom grins, cupping one cheek with her palm and stroking with her thumb, and slapping her cock against my other cheek.

“As you like, faggot. I'll let you drink it, next time, I promise,” Mom vows, and I smile as her cock slaps against my cheek a few more times. The scent of her floods my lungs, and I can tell, she's not waffling. She's deciding how she's gonna use me.

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