Helping a mother out

"mmmm... baby, you're going to make mommy cumm..."

You plunged down again, taking your mother's cock as far as you could. Your eyes watered and thick spurts of spittle and pre dripped from your taught lips. You could feel your mother's firm but careful grip tugging lightly on your hair, driving you on to please this mature vision of beauty.

You love the taste of her cock.

"You're throat feels so gooood baby... baby please..." The woman moaned, tugging just a little harder.

It excited you to hear her so eager, so enamored with the way you tried so desperately to please her thick cock. You could feel each and every vein pulsing within you, eliciting sensation all up and down your bulging esophagus.

"Baby, oh baby... my babyy..." She moaned, eyes rolling as she tossed her head back and pulled on your hair. Deeper and deeper, a thrill crawled up your spine. Your mom was about to cum! She was going to cum down your throat! You've been such a good boy for her and you're about to receive your reward.

The thoughts, totally rational thoughts spun in your mind, over and over, making you want to please her more and more. You worked your throat harder, moaning through spittle and pre burbling from your lips as you could feel her huge dick spasming inside. Your mother screamed as a wave of hot, gooey spunk shot directly into you, so deep inside was she that the seed needed no helping to go deeper. Still you swallowed over and over, constricting your blocked passage around the shaft with each surge and spasm of her spear, pulling for all your worth every last pump of her alabaster cream.

Because you're mommy's favorite cock sleeve, aren't you?

You can hear the questions and the more obvious answers repeating in your mind. This is where you belong, where you want to be most of all. Here with your few holes fully devoted and ready for this magnificent, gorgeous, vulgar, matronly COCK.

Somewhere in the process you found your face fully nestled up against your mother's tight stomach, her soft skin occasionally flexing against your nose with the vague outline of a six-pack. The smell, thick and pungent, wafts through your mind, spinning your senses wildly as the last few spurts empty into your already stuffed tummy.

You feel spent, merely a cocksleeve in true now, hanging off her dick with your nose stuffed against the base and her heavy testes resting under your chin.

Still... I must please her.

You slowly begin sucking again.

Groaning you feel yourself twitch from the ecstasy of serving your only purpose, of serving your mother so diligantly. You can feel just how satisfied she is by the way her own body occasionally twitches and shudders, involuntary in the way only a truly satiated futa can act. She runs her hands through your hair lazily, shivering with small blissful moans as your throat continues to tug the last dregs of her load all the way down her glorious member.

"Jake... oh, Jake" she purrs.

Your mind blanks with warmth and happiness.

"My good boy Jake..."

The words warm you to your very core. You have never felt so... complete. The true manifestation of satisfaction squirms its way through you almost as a physical thing. You want nothing more than this, right here, right now. The world could shun you, revile you, but this... this feeling of being loved by your dear mom would make it all irrelevant.

She pushes you off of her. The bit of aggressiveness she had shown before is gone, she is careful and slow with you, slowly dragging all 14 inches of her slowly softening dick from your lips. You suck and lick the whole way, every twitch and gasp from her lips ignites your fervor to please this woman.

Still she gets you free and you're about to ask how you can please her next when she says something odd...

"Thanks Jake. That was... Wow. Just, wow. Now... what was the word... Oh! Snarglfix."

You blink. Wait... what had you been...

You look down at the cock twitching just before your face. Thick globules of white spunk slowly drip-drip-drip. You can feel the heat emanating off of it, the way it almost feels like it's still in your throat...

You feel a blush coming on as your eyes flick back up to your mother (who's now slightly smirking at you in her half-drunk post-orgasmic stupor).

You cough. "er, yeah... I'm glad I could make you... uhh... feel good." A flash of that feeling from moments ago rushes through you, that all consuming bliss, not derived from any physical pleasure but pure, honest warmth and love from the connection between you and your mother...

It's intoxicating for the moment that you remember it, but then it's gone. Not a true compulsion. Just a memory.

A potent one.

She's sitting up now, looking down at you with a hunger that's all too familiar.

"Now why don't you get up so your mommy can return the favor? You look pent up and we cant have you out of sorts before the guests arrive."

The woman, still visibly warm with her post-ejaculation pleasure is looking down at your rock hard member.

You realize that it's the hardest its ever been.