Holstered

Mom rolls her hips, keeping her promise of being gentle, and going slow. Her hips sway against my mouth, driving in until her nuts just barely touch my lips. She holds my head firmly in her hands, but doesn't clamp down enough to be painful.

When I feel the first pulse, I don't really know what I expect, but it isn't what happens. Mom simply continues riding slow, smooth, considerate. Her hips press against my mouth at the end of each rolling drive, and sway back after I swallow on it.

Her eyes remain focused on me, two pools of brown diamond, staring down. The smile on her face is one of sheer pleasure, the kind of smile I rarely see her wear. “I am going to push in further now, faggot. I may need to apply some force to you.”

“How does your mouth feel? Your throat?” I give her a thumb's up to let her know I feel I can handle it. It still stings, but it has been nice of her to go slow. At my nod, Mom grips my head tighter, as she drives her cock in slowly, gently, to the hilt.

At the last moment, Mom shoves my head down hard, and her hips jerk forward sharply. My eyes flutter in shock against the soft skin and trimmed hair at her hilt, as Mom rams her jewels onto my tongue. I bring my hands rapidly to her hips.

She tenses, until my hands cup her hips and slide around her, holding on as I hold my breath. Mom sighs in relief and with a low moan, her first thick pulse of cream shoots into the bottom of my throat. I groan around her, swallowing around it.

“That's it, faggot, suck on my balls,” she growls with need, as my tongue flexes wide underneath the jewels that suppress it. I can feel my throat conforming to the shape of Mom's massive shaft, but I don't try to push myself off, simply hold on.

Holding my breath with her meat obstructing my airways, I swallow with every pulse. I moan as best I can, expending my breath in the process, over the course of more than two minutes. When the pulsation finally stops, my lungs are drained.

Mom pulls back slow, smooth, careful not to overdo it. Her eyes refocus on mine once the position allows it, and I look up, pleading air. She doesn't hasten her movement, remaining cautious until her crown leaves my throat. I immediately gasp.

I inhale sharply, flooding my lungs with the wonderful musk of Mom's cock as she pulls back. She strokes my hair back as I kneel before her, swallowing and catching my breath. “You did so well, slut. I'm so proud of you, but I need to go again.”

“I'll let you have a minute to catch your breath before we continue,” Mom tells me, “and because you're not complaining, I will give you the privilege to decide how you want to be used this time. Do you want me to remain gentle, or switch up?”

She waits patiently, stroking her cock in front of my face while I catch my breath. I focus my eyes on hers, looking up and smiling at her lovingly. Once I've caught my breath, I know I'm ready to make my decision about how I want to be taken.

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