Holstered

After her roaring snarl of lust, Mom's hips smack harshly against my face, this time ramming home hard enough to force her balls into my mouth. My mouth stretches to accommodate her, so taut it stings. “Suck Mama's balls, now, fucking fag!”

I moan obediently, beginning to nurse on her balls as her thick cock lodges in my throat. My throat conforms to her meat, stretching lewdly every time she pulses, and her thick cum starts to pump into me. I swallow around her cock on instinct.

“That's it, faggot, milk Mama's dick like it's what you were born for!” Mom snarls lustfully, as I do precisely as she orders. She alternates between growling and moaning in pleasure as I swallow, nursing on her balls, milking her with my throat.

I can only stare blankly at Mom's soft skin and trimmed hair directly in front of my eyes, holding my breath as she stuffs me with her cum. My eyes flutter as my lungs burn after a couple minutes of nonstop unloading, even more than Amy's.

“Maybe this is all you'll get to eat for the next few days, faggot!” Mom laughs softly, pulling her cock out slow until I can gasp for air. “You'll be a good little faggot, won't you, living off of cock and cum!” I groan softly, catching my breath now.

As Mom pulls her cock completely free, I stare at the thick, but softening, muscle. Mom looks down at me, smirking a bit, stroking my scalp. I lean close again, licking her cock once more, my eyes flicking from hers to her cock, then back again.

“Insatiable little faggot whore,” Mom sighs, smiling at me, “Your father will be home, soon.” She pulls my hair and uses it to dry her cock off. Then she pulls my hair and forces me up to my feet, turning me around, her hands on my shoulders.

“Go wait in the living room for your father to get home,” she says, “I'll try to convince him to feed you a couple of loads. You'd like that, wouldn't you, faggot?” My cheeks burn crimson, as Mom now pushes me firmly toward the living room.

I walk to the living room and sit down on the couch, leaning forward with my head in my hands, elbows on my knees, as I try to make sense of how I ended up casually kneeling down, worshipping my Mom's dick and getting utterly skull-fucked.

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