Hybrid Irrumatio

“I will ride you gently, since you've made me laugh, you little fucking faggot,” Mom says, her fingers in my hair and gently guiding me. I lift up higher on my knees, bringing my mouth to her crown, smiling until she pushes my mouth down on it.

“That's it, slut,” Mom purrs the words softly, encouragingly, “Good slut. Take it all, there's a good little fag.” Mom's voice is warm, cheerful, and bright, as my lips stretch taut to accommodate her. I breathe in, filling my lungs with her warmth.

Her crown slides into my throat, and I swallow immediately, and repeatedly, as she drives in further. I don't moan, rather hold my breath so that she can take more time for herself. “That's it, hold it in, let me just ... fuck ... fuck, you're so good!”

Breathless and content, Mom slides in, until her hips touch my cheeks, her balls against my chin. I continue to swallow as I slide my arms around her, cupping the cheeks of her ass. Her fingers caress my scalp, as mine knead her gluteal muscles.

Mom doesn't hold herself in, but rather smoothly starts to withdraw the moment her hips touch my face. I moan softly as her shaft slides up my throat, emptying my lungs in the process. Once my airways are open, I start to breathe in, again.

“How's the pace, slut? Any trouble breathing?” she asks, as she sways forward, driving back down my throat. I offer Mom reassurance with a thumb's up, as I hold my breath. My eyes remain focused on hers, up until her hips touch my cheeks.

“Gods, your eyes are so pretty when your mouth is all the way down,” Mom coos in contentment, “I can't even see it now. You take it so well, my sweet little faggot.” I can feel my cheeks attain a warm pink hue, holding Mom's hips to steady me.

The steadier I am, I reason, the easier it'll be for Mom to use me, so I press my palms to her ass. Her hips sway smoothly in, then withdraw, just as slow, so slow my lungs almost start to burn, before she unblocks my airways, and lets me breathe.

Flooding my lungs with Mom's warm, aromatic musk, I flutter my eyes up at her. She smiles, cupping my head gently with both hands, her thumbs caressing my cheekbones. I moan softly on her, each time her cock starts to slide from my throat.

“You're enjoying this, too, aren't you?” Mom asks rhetorically, my tongue smashed to the bottom of my mouth by her rod, as she moans. “Good. You should be. I want you to. Always.” Mom's warmth makes my cheeks pink, and I flex my tongue.

“Yes, little slut!” Mom purrs in contentment, “Just like that, faggot!” I breathe in as her cock glides across my tongue, first out, then in, until her crown blocks my airways. Her fingers never loosen, but never tighten, her grip firm yet comforting.

“This is where you belong, you little whore!” Mom's purr elevates slowly into a growl on the last three words, and muscles throughout her ass and legs flex and tense. Yet she maintains her composure, her discipline, riding my mouth only slowly.

“I'll bet I wouldn't even need to hold back, faggot!” Mom growls the words, her voice a feminine rumble of warmth and an edge of intense yearning. “Bet you could take it if I just slammed you, you little whore!” I moan an affirmation in answer.

“Mm! You feel it, too, don't you, slut?” Mom growls the question, grinding her hips slower, making me hold my breath for longer on her cock, “You're confident you could take it if I decided to simply hammer you, right now, aren't you, faggot?”

“Mm!” I moan loud, as Mom's cock glides back, out of my throat and across my tongue, “I can take it!” I murmur lovingly, when only her crown is encircled in my lips. Mom slides her cock back in, pushing herself back down, deep into my throat.

“You can take it, I'm sure. Do you want it, though, faggot?” Mom grinds her hips against my face, then draws herself out, slowly, once more, before driving back in. I moan softly all the way out, breathing in as much as Mom's movement lets me.

I lift my hands from her hips and give her the reassurance of two thumbs up. Mom half-groans, half-growls, as her hands tighten on my head, and she pulls back faster. Her movements are still smooth, but she pulls out faster than she has been.

My sole warning before the hard slam that follows, with a crack of her hips against my cheeks, her thumbs still pressed to my cheekbones. Her grip is hard now, like iron, as her hips swing back to allow her to ram forward, fucking my taut lips.

I don't so much moan on her cock now as grunt softly each time her hips slap against my cheeks. The impact stings, but it won't do any harm, and my eyes flutter up at her. Kneeling before her, I can only take it, maintaining eye contact for her.

She growls louder, and louder, as she hammers in, increasing the speed and force of her thrusts. My body sways with her movements, involuntarily, as Mom crescendos to her maximum, fucking my mouth with all the force she'd use in a cunt.

Her hips smack hard against my cheeks, for the better part of ten minutes, before she restrains herself some. She growls, but controls her movements, “You can clearly take it as hard as I can give it, but I don't wanna welt your cheeks, faggot!”

Her restraint spares me another slap of her hips against my cheeks. Even as she continues fucking my mouth, her hips do not smack into my face again. From the melodic moans above me, it doesn't seem to be lessening Mom's enjoyment, at all.