Holstered

Mom maintains her slow, considerate pace, as she rolls her hips against my mouth for two full hours, before I feel her first start to pulse. On my knees, looking up and maintaining eye contact the entire time, I can see how content Mom is feeling.

The warm, sweet rumble of her growl as she drives in until I swallow around her hilt, makes me want to smile. Her girth is too great, my lips stretched too taut, but if I could, I would. The arch of her spine as I moan when she pulls out, is fantastic.

As her cock pulses, Mom continues to roll her hips, every motion slow and smooth. Her meat slides back down my throat, but this time, she halts, hilt-deep. She growls harder, the sound one of need. “I need to give you a bit of a shove, now, fag.”

“Moan for me if you're okay with it, slut,” Mom orders, and I moan immediately, without hesitation. “Thank you, whore.” Her fingers on my head clamp down, and she shoves my head down, abrupt and hard, as her hips jerk forcefully into me.

Mom's nuts slide into my mouth, as my throat conforms to the shape of her cock. Her entire length from hilt to helm now resting in my throat, her balls on my tongue, I can't breathe. Holding my breath, I focus instead on sucking Mom's jewels.

Reverent, and silenced, my tongue caresses them, rolling along them, as I swallow around her. Every muscle in my throat strokes her shaft from the base to the crown. Her full phallic monster lodged in my throat, you could probably see it pulse.

I dare not moan, as I may run out of air before she finishes, if I do. The first jet of Mom's cum pumps into lowest quarter of my throat, as I swallow on her shaft. The thick, creamy release sweeps directly into my stomach as I swallow, repeatedly.

“That's it, faggot, milk my cock,” Mom moans in pleasure, the sound melodic and heartwarming, and I continue doing just as she commands. Her milk floods my lower throat with every pulse, and with every swallow, I feel more in my stomach.

I can do nothing but kneel, swallowing around her entire phallus, sucking her balls. I slide my palms gently up her thighs, caressing, encouraging. I cup her hips and slide my hands back, hugging tight against her, as I let Mom use me to unload.

For a bit more than two minutes, Mom's cock pulses in my throat, until it finally abates. Her fingers tight in my hair, Mom pulls me back up, immediately, drawing me up until her cock leaves my throat. As I gasp for air, Mom smiles, contentedly.

“You did so well, slut,” Mom praises, massaging my scalp with her fingertips, her thumbs rolling in circles on my temples, her smile wide. “I need more service from you, but I'll let you catch your breath, first. You're not too tired to continue?”

“No,” I murmur, as she pulls her cock completely from my mouth so I can answer, staring at the steel-hard monster that still stands proud before me. She's massive, and knowing that I just had literally the entire thing inside me is ... amazing.

It doesn't look like it should fit, but it did, and it did so without killing me. Even to the point of having her balls resting on my tongue while the whole damn shaft was in my throat. I look up at her, renewing eye contact, and it makes Mom grin.

“All right, Mom, I'm ready!” I tell her, dropping my eyes to her cock again, flexing my tongue wide as I lick a path up her shaft to let her see I still have enough energy. I'm not remotely tired, just because I've been on my knees for two hours.

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