In My Mouth

Over the course of two hours on my knees, Mom's relentless hammering drives my cheeks slowly pink. My eyes flutter up at her, maintaining the eye contact that she desires, as she watches her cock hammering through my lips like a piston.

I swallow around her, each time her hips slap against my face, moaning as she draws back. She growls, a low rumble full of aggression and lust, at the vibration my throat offers her. When she starts to pulse, Mom's grip on me becomes far tighter.

Mom's fingers flex, pulling my head up off her cock as she grabs her shaft with her free hand. I gasp softly for air, as thick, pulsing meat slides free from my mouth. Even as I breathe, Mom growls down at me. “Keep your whore mouth open, slut!”

I stare up at her, my mouth held wide, as she strokes her cock in fast, harsh strokes. A long, dense rope of jism pumps out, sweeping past my lips to land on my tongue. The sensation of her cum hits me immediately, her seed thick and creamy.

My eyes flutter and I moan softly, as the rich, sweet flavour drowns my taste buds. The savoury taste of her cock is swept aside as the second pulse of her milk stretches across my tongue. Her release floods my mouth in stripe after thick stripe.

“Swallow, whore!” Mom orders, “Every third pulse!” When the third hits my tongue, I swallow, but I keep my mouth wide for her. Mom watches me as her milk vanishes down my throat, replaced by more, as her cock simply continues to pulse.

Six times, I swallow, before Mom's pulsing subsides, and she wipes her crown down across my lower lip. The last drop of her cream lingers on my lower lip, as I look up at her. I lick it up slowly, watching her eyes focus on my tongue as I do so.

“Mm,” Mom groans low, “Fuck. You like it, don't you, faggot?” I moan softly, licking my lips slowly as I savour the taste of her rich cream in my mouth. Her eyes flutter down at me, and her lips pull into a wide smile, teeth gleaming in the light.

“Oh, yes, you absolutely fucking do, whore,” Mom says, beaming down at me with delight, the discovery clearly satisfying to her. “Well, I'm going to give you a privilege I've never offered to any of the faggots I've used. I'll give you a choice, slut.”

“What choice, Mom?” I ask. Her fingers in my hair, Mom's thumb strokes my cheek as she looks down at me, her cock still steel-hard in front of me. I can tell Mom needs more service, so I can logically conclude my choice will have to do with it.

“You can either make a request for how I use your mouth next,” she answers, “and I will let you decide between licking it and kissing it until I cum, sucking it for yourself, me riding your mouth, or me fucking your mouth hard a second time ...”

“Or, you can ask for more milk,” Mom smiles down at me, before concluding, “and I will promise to cum in your mouth, a second time, and let you drink.” Given those choices, I don't even need to think about it for even a heartbeat, not really.

“More milk, please, Mom!” I answer immediately, and Mom's teeth gleam in the artificial electric lights of the kitchen as she beams down at me. I can tell that Mom likes knowing that I love the taste of her milk so much that I'll beg for more.

“Very well, you little cum-dumpster,” Mom replies, “I promise to feed you more of my cream. You will, however, have to earn it, of course. That will require you to service my cock for a second time, in whatever manner I decide that you will.”

I lick Mom's cock, thanking her for calling me a cum-dumpster by drawing my tongue up her shaft, flexed as wide as I'm able. I drink in the taste of her under my tongue, filling my lungs with the warm aroma of Mom's heavy, fragrant musk.

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