Feeding

Mom watches me kneel before her, worshipping her cock for two hours, before her meat starts to pulse. My eyes flutter in answer, looking up at her, as one hand slides down to her hilt. She hooks her fingers, letting her control the angle of her.

“Open, slut,” Mom orders in a soft murmur, as her cock starts to pulse harder and harder, and I open my mouth instantly, as wide as I can. “Good whore.” The first thick jet of Mom's release sweeps into my mouth and my eyes widen in response.

The texture is creamy and thick, the taste rich and sweet. Mom smirks, smug and satisfied, as she floods my mouth with it. She watches as the second pulse shoots into my mouth, and then the third, before she speaks. “Swallow after every third.”

Her wish is my command, and I swallow immediately, while keeping my mouth open. Five more times, Mom's seed fills my mouth and I swallow. When the pulses stop, my eyes drift down to her cock, watching her draw the last of it to her crown.

“Go ahead, faggot, lick it up,” Mom murmurs. My cheeks warm pink and I happily lean forward, extending my tongue, and licking the last vestige of her cream from her crown. I moan softly, renewing eye contact, as I swallow the last bit of milk.

“You like that, huh? Such a little slut,” Mom smiles at me as she says it, and I lick her from hilt to helm, applying as much of my tongue to her meat as I can, and she arches and sighs. “Oh, yes. This is going to be a wonderful week in this house.”

“I need to use you again, faggot. I'm accustomed to releasing at least six loads, every day,” she advises me, and I blink, but I nod, immediately. If she needs my service a half-dozen times a day, I'm comfortable in offering what she needs from me.

“I can handle that, I think,” I answer, and she grins. I continue licking her cock, and she continues to gently run her strong fingers through my hair. I purr softly against her cock, offering sweet vibrations every time my tongue slides up her shaft.

“Your father is accustomed to six as well,” she tells me, “You'll want to ask the twins how often they need to unload, also, of course. Your duties will include caring for their needs, as well as your father's, and mine. Do you know your place?”

“Yes, Mom,” I answer, nodding. I kiss my way down her shaft, trailing my lips from helm to hilt, before flexing my tongue wide. I draw my tongue slowly up once more, waiting for Mom to decide how she wants to use me for her second round.

“It won't be two hours every time, will it? I'll run out of hours in the day before I get to the twins, if it is!” Mom chuckles, shaking her head as she cups my face with one hand, stroking my cheekbone with her thumb as she looks down at me.

“No, but since we do have time this afternoon, I wanted to take a few hours to really enjoy you,” she tells me, “and your father will want to take a few hours to enjoy you, too, when he gets home. You can count on him taking his time on this.”

“Okay,” I nod, kissing my way down Mom's cock once more, “I'm ready to serve, however you require, Mom.” She nods in answer, though I can see in her eyes that she's thinking about what she wants to actually do to me, for her second round.

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