Fellatio

“Time for you to earn a second helping, faggot,” Mom says, looking down at me, “Suck my cock, faggot, show me what an appreciative little fag you are.” I moan softly on her cock, still in my mouth, and slide my mouth down to the hilt for her.

I grind my tongue along her underside, sliding my soft lips up a shaft so thick I can't even smile around it, my lips taut on her meat. I moan softly as I rise, breathing in as my lips reach the crown. I grind my tongue in a circle around Mom's tip.

I glide the tip of my tongue against her sensitive frenulum before sliding my mouth back down her meat once more. Mom coos in pleasure, suddenly relaxed and even gentle. Her fingers card into my hair, but now she doesn't ram my head down.

“That's it, faggot, that's Mama's new toy,” Mom purrs the words as my lips slide down, moaning on her cock to let air out of my lungs before her meat obstructs my airways. Her cock makes my throat conform lewdly around her cock as I work.

“Fuck, so fucking nice to get head again,” Mom sighs breathlessly. My eyebrows hitch a bit, twitching at the words, but I don't stop, can't stop. I don't know why I'm on my knees sucking my Mom's cock without complaint, but I keep doing it.

I tighten my lips around her hilt, swallowing hard and stroking her meat with the muscles of my throat once her balls are against my chin. Then I slide up again, inhaling around her cock as soon as I'm up far enough to refresh my lungs with air.

“Good boy, faggot, suck Mama's cock like it's all you're good for!” Mom says enthusiastically, and I moan softly as I grind my tongue against her frenulum, then circle around the crown. I grind my tongue against the frenulum again, afterward.

“Just like that, such a skilful little cocksucker!” Mom says contentedly. I smile around her crown before sliding back down on her cock. Her sheer thickness ends the smile by stretching my mouth into an almost painfully taut O around her shaft.

“No complaints about sucking your Mom's dick, faggot?” Mom asks, “Almost like you know, isn't it? You know this is right where you belong, where you deserve to be, don't you?” I don't know why, but I moan a soft affirmation to that question.

I blink at it a little, but I don't pull my mouth off and change my answer. I simply continue to make eye contact as I slide my mouth down Mom's meat, taking her to the hilt. I slide back up, breathing in before moaning my way back down her.

“That's what I expected, this is all you were ever meant to be,” Mom strokes my scalp lovingly, but with a new, dominant edge. I moan for her, bobbing my head slowly up and down her cock, working toward the task of my Mom's gratification.

I can feel her starting to pulse, eventually, after two hours of my mouth rising and falling on her cock with a remarkable amount of consistency. She never stops talking to me, calling me a faggot and a fag, telling me this is where I should be.

“Do you want it on your face or do you want to eat more of Mommy's cum, faggot?” Mom asks. I look up at her as I simply continue bobbing my head. I turn my hands up and shrug as if to say I don't know if I actually get to have a say in that one.

“Good. You know what you want doesn't matter, anymore, faggot,” Mom says, pulsing in my mouth and throat while she slowly tightens her fingers. I know she's going to cum wherever she wants, which makes me feel good for understanding.

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