Holstered

At the end of two hours on my knees, Mom's fingers in my hair splay, stretching wide. She establishes a sterner grasp on my head while my mouth slides down. At her command, I accelerate, or slow my pace, letting Mom have vocal control.

She praises me, while I service her, as I remain on my knees, sucking her cock. Mom tells me how proud of me she is, as I sink my mouth to her hilt, what a slut I am to be able to take it all. She purrs in pleasure, as I moan on my way up her rod.

Mom lets me know what a good faggot I am, pressing my tongue against her underside on the way down. She's pleased by it when I grind my tongue against her frenulum before each dive, telling me what a good, talented little cock-whore I am.

Her fingers flex away from my skull, then curve back against it, when I feel the first pulse of her cock on my tongue, while it slides slow across it. Mom doesn't sway her hips or start to fuck my mouth, and she tells me to just continue my service.

She holds out for as long as she can, biting her lower lip as she stares down into my eyes. Finally, unable to restrain herself any further, she waits as my lips sink down her length. Then, with my lips at her hilt, she bucks her hips, and shoves, hard.

My eyes flutter as eye contract shatters, as I can no longer see her face, much less her eyes. Her balls shove forcefully into my mouth, and all I can see is the soft skin and trimmed hair at her base. I moan in shock, but my arms wrap around her.

She growls with arousal as the first jet of her seed pumps into the lowest quarter of my throat. I swallow hard around her, taking her cream into my stomach. Every pulse, and between every pulse, I swallow, staring at her hips in front of my face.

I use my throat to milk her cock as I suck on her nuts, rolling my tongue gently. Her mass fills my mouth, but the sac gives my tongue more mobility than her shaft. I can barely move my tongue in either case, but I can at least actually suck, now.

Mom coos in satisfaction, feeling my suckling on her jewels, feeling the muscles in my throat stroke her from hilt to helm. She growls at me under her breath as she holds my head down firmly, forcing me to hold my breath as I take her full load.

“Swallow it all, you fucking faggot,” Mom growls, “Drink Mom's milk and be thankful for it, you filthy little faggot whore!” My eyes flutter, breathless and helpless, as I take everything Mom has. I continue to service her, to the best of my abilities.

A dozen and a half pulses of heavy cream, and her meat finally ceases to pulse. I swallow hard, milking her cock while she holds my head down, until she forcefully pulls me up. Given her assistance, her nuts slip out of my mouth, then her shaft.

I moan softly on the way up, thankful, as I couldn't have pulled her out on my own, without using leverage. Drawing up, Mom pulls my hair until my mouth slides off her cock. She looks down at me, smiling as I restore eye contact with her.

“You did so well, little slut. You said you wanted to ask me something?” she asks, praising me for my worshipful service. The smile on her face is one of earnest, intense pride. I feel good, knowing that Mom is satisfied with how I attended her.

“Yes. I never sucked your cock before. Why did you want me to do it, now, suddenly?” I ask. Mom chuckles permissively, stroking my hair affectionately, and I have the sensation my question is normal, reasonable, even one that she expected.

“It is because you are a faggot. It is your job to service me,” Mom answers truthfully, “We did not know you were a faggot. Now that we do, you have new responsibilities. Your consent matters, too, though, of course, as we've always taught you.”

“I would not have forced you, and I would not have been disappointed had you refused service,” Mom assures me, calmly, earnestly, “Faggots are different, though. Everyone has certain expectations. The expectations on faggots are just sexual.”

“Oh. All right,” I answer, unable to argue since when Mom calls me a faggot, I immediately lean forward and start licking her cock. I kiss my way down her shaft simply so I can have an excuse to lick back up her underside again, while I listen.

“Now, since you're being such a good little cum-dumpster,” Mom says, stroking my hair, “I will give you a major privilege. I will let you make a request for how you want me to use you for my second round. I need to use you again, you little slut.”

“Okay, Mom!” I answer, licking her cock lovingly, kissing a trail down one side of her shaft, “What are my options, Mom?”

“You can continue to worship me as you are now, or you can suck my cock, again,” Mom tells me, “Or you can let me take control and I can either ride you slow and gentle, or I can fuck your mouth as fast and hard as I please until I am satiated.”

“Hmm,” I hum thoughtfully, vibrating her cock under my tongue as I draw it up the length of one side of her phallus, and think about it. “I think I'd like to ...”

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