Harsh Irrumatio

“You're gonna take Mama's cock, now, like a good faggot,” Mom says calmly, “You're gonna be a good little faggot, right?” I nod in answer, before Mom rolls her hips down and slides her cock into my mouth. I immediately start sucking on her.

“No, no, faggot!” Mom scolds, slapping me firmly, and I moan questioningly, looking up, “I said take it. You're just a hole for me to use, fag. Don't bother trying to suck Mama's cock, faggot.” I blink, but moan in the affirmative as she drives in.

Her hips slap against my cheeks lightly as she grinds herself to the hilt in my mouth and throat, until her balls touch my chin. Then she sighs, “So fucking tight. Time to stretch this hole to accommodate Mama's cock since you'll get a lot of it.”

I blink in response, but my programming makes me grind my tongue on her underside. She pulls her hips back and then slams in, faster and harder than her first thrust. No warmup, no delicate introduction, no tenderness, pure immediacy.

Her hips pull back and slam in, pull back again and slam back in, as Mom begins to unabashedly skull-fuck me. All I can do is moan and take it, kneeling in submission before her. Her thick cock stretches my mouth so my lips are too taut to smile.

Her flavour drowns my taste buds, her rich musk floods my lungs, and my cheeks warm from both embarrassment and the harsh slap of her hips against them. I moan involuntarily, my arms hanging at my sides as my mother ploughs my throat.

“Take it, faggot! Slutty little brainwashed fag!” I moan happily on her cock, grinding my tongue against her underside as she slams in, pulls back, and rams it back to the hilt. Her nuts slap my chin and her hips smack harshly against my cheeks.

“This is all you're good for, fucking faggot!” Mom snarls with lust, her muscles flexing as she ruthlessly hammers my face. It doesn't hurt, though the slap of her hips against my face stings enough that it's reddening my cheeks, but I can take it.

She growls with arousal at every thrust, a sound of lustful yearning and gratification. I lift my hands carefully, not to push myself back but to grip her hips for support. Mom doesn't slow down, doesn't even bother looking at me, as she continues.

“That's it, faggot, take Mama's cock like this is all you're meant for!” Mom snarls with arousal, my throat clenching tightly around her cock with every slam of her hips against my face. I swallow reflexively, each time her nuts smack into my chin.

“That's a good little faggot!” Mom growls the words with satisfaction, “Fucking little brainwashed faggot whore!” I moan, happily, in response, as she continues hammering me, the reprogramming making me focus on enjoying being called that.

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