Gentle Irrumatio

“I'll go gentle the first time, faggot,” Mom tells me, as she rolls her hips and slides her massive phallic length in my mouth. My lips stretch taut around her cock as she drives in. Gentle or not, Mom's hips don't stop until my lips touch her jewels.

“That's it, faggot, take Mama's cock all the way down where it belongs,” Mom sighs in satisfaction as her thick meat forces my throat to conform to her shape. Bent forward with my ass up, I feel Dad's hands on my ass, as Mom pulls herself back.

“That's a good fag,” Dad praises me from behind, his hands caressing the cheeks of my bare ass, as Mom slowly drives her meat down my throat again. His fingers knead my ass, providing submission encouragement from both of my parents.

I moan softly on Mom's cock as she starts to roll her hips, setting a sweet and gentle rhythm in fucking my mouth. Fingers in my hair curl against my scalp, flexing and stretching, massaging. Mom coos in pleasure, “That's it, fag. Suck my cock ...”

I do. Happily moaning to offer her cock pleasurable vibrations, I let her use me. Her flavour coats my tongue and her scent fills my lungs, as I suck. I can't smile around her cock from being called fag, but I can grind my tongue against her phallus.

I can moan on it, even though my mouth is stretched so taut I can't even tighten my lips without biting her. Mom and Dad both have far more massive cocks than mine. My eyes focus on Mom's trimmed hair and the soft skin at the hilt of her rod.

I lift my hands, cupping Mom's hips with my fingers to steady myself as I feel Dad spreading oil down the crease of my ass. Mom moans in pleasure, continuing to ride my mouth in smooth, slow strokes. “Give it to him, baby, open him up gently!”

“That's the plan, angel,” Dad coos lovingly back, the sickeningly sweet love between them on full display as if I'm not right here between them, taking Mom's fat fucking cock. “This faggot took the edge off, so I'm going to be able to do him right.”

As it dawns on me that Dad is going to fuck my ass and take my virginity, I arch my spine. I consciously and willingly raise my ass as Dad's oiled fingers find and grind into my hole. Dad chuckles, “Faggot's looking forward to riding his parents.”

“So tempted to just ram it in,” Dad sighs, but his fingers continue working. One finger, then two, then three, then four, to ready me for his meat. Then a hard, oily slap to my ass makes me arch and jerk, moaning on Mom's cock at being spanked.

“That's for not telling Mommy and Daddy what a fucking faggot you are and how desperate you were for our cocks, fag,” Dad scolds me. I moan softly, apologetically, as Mom's hips continue rolling back and forth against my mouth, using me.

“Do you have something to say, faggot?” Mom asks as she pulls herself back enough that only the crown remains inside. “I felt that trembling little moan on my cock, fag. If you have something you want to say, say it before I put this back in you.”

“Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad. I didn't realise what a fag I am,” I answer obediently, my brain rewiring to rationalise my current situation, “I should've realised. I deserve to be spanked.” Dad's hand cracks down on my ass, again, harder than the first.

“Yes, you should have,” Dad scolds me firmly, before his tone softens. “You can be forgiven, though, because you realise it now and are where you belong, faggot. So we won't be hard on you and we're not mad at you for being a little faggot slut.”

Before I can respond, Mom's cock slides back into my mouth. I cradle her meat with my tongue, though as big as her cock is, I can barely move my tongue. I moan softly as she slides back down my throat, and resumes using me, riding my face.

As her balls reach my lips, I can feel the slick crown of my Dad's cock at my hole. I tighten my fingers on Mom's hips and brace myself. As much as they said they'd go gentle, even prepped I'm sure going hard will be a severe temptation for him.

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