Fellatio

“Of course, Mom! What do you need me to do?” I ask, flexing my tongue wide against the underside of her cock as I lick a path up her shaft. The taste of her drowning my taste buds, the scent of her filling my lungs, Mom could ask for anything.

“I need you to suck my cock, faggot,” Mom says in earnest, pulling my hair to guide my mouth back to her crown. I kiss it firmly, and she pushes my head down onto her. I willingly open my mouth as wide as I can, as Mom forces it past my lips.

“All the way down, slut,” Mom instructs me calmly as she forces my head down. My lips sink down until they arrive at her hilt, She holds my head down on her until my hands lift to her hips and I pat gently, and then her grip on my head eases.

I lift my head, sliding my mouth up her shaft until only the crown remains. Pressing my tongue along the underside rim, I grind the tip all the way around and then against her frenulum. Mom groans in pleasure, palm flexing on my head, again.

I slide my fingers back a bit, gripping the outer curvature of her gluteal muscles, looking up at her. I shake my head gently to request she not shove my head all the way to the hilt and hold me down on it again. She bites her lower lip for a second.

“Okay, faggot, I'll trust you to do your job,” she says, finally, and I breathe in as I slide my mouth down to her hilt. I use my grip on her hips to help me pull myself closer, to force myself down farther, until my lips reach the base, and I hold, there.

Then, moaning softly for her pleasure, I slide my mouth back up her cock. Letting the air flow out of my lungs around her, I look up at her, making eye contact. Mom bites her lower lip for a very different reason, now, as my mouth continues up.

I flex my tongue wide against her underside. She's so thick my lips are stretched taut enough that it stings, and my tongue is so suppressed I can do little with it. Still, I can flex my muscle against hers, and her arching spine says it's good for her.

Mom enjoying my efforts is really all I need to know to inspire me to continue. I am enjoying the scent of her in my lungs, the taste of her on my tongue. If I can make her feel good, I should. I moan softly on my way up her length, and breathe in.

As her fingers on my head splay wide, mine knead the musculature of her gluteal curves. I pull myself down as I slide my lips toward her hilt, breathing in until my airways are blocked by her meat. My eyes flutter, but I force myself to her hilt.

My throat stretches, conforming to the shape of Mom's phallic shaft. I swallow all the way down, once it's in my throat, tightening my muscles to give her more pleasure. When my lower lip brushes her jewels, my eyes focus up, fixed to hers.

“Fuck, yes! Swallow it all, faggot!” Mom breathes the words like a benediction, and I moan in answer as my lips rise up off her cock, caressing my way back to her crown. I grind the tip of my tongue against her frenulum first, this time, for her.

For two hours, I remain on my knees, sliding my mouth up Mom's cock and pulling myself back down onto her. I make my lips reach her hilt with every downward dive, showing her she can trust me to do my job, and to do it with all my energy.

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