Into My Mouth

Mom continues to ride me, every driving thrust a swift, forceful slam. I can feel my throat stretch to conform to the shape of her, each time her balls hit my chin. Her thrusts are relentless, and all I can do is hold on and steady myself for her use.

Keeping my eyes focused on hers, I moan when she sways backward, so I can refresh her scent in my lungs. Mom moans in satisfaction as she uses me, swearing more than I think I've ever heard her swear in my life. Directed as praise in my ears.

I moan for her, welcoming her vocal wordplay, offering up pleasurable vibrations in return. When her cock starts to pulse in my mouth and throat, her pace increases sharply. I can feel her muscles flexing with the strain, hammering me harder.

“Fuck, yes, faggot!” Mom growls, louder still, “You are so good at this, my sweet little slut!” I can feel her pulsations in my throat, in my mouth. I don't mind, as she continues hammering into me, as her massive phallus honestly tastes wonderful.

Mom's movements shift abruptly, withdrawing almost entirely, until only her crown pierces my lips. Her vise grip on my skull relaxes, and her thumbs caress my cheekbones, once more. “Count three, then swallow, slut! Am I understood, fag?”

“Mm-Hmm!” I moan my answer, before the first pulse hits my tongue. My eyes flutter wide, and Mom grins smugly down at me, as the sensation hits me. Her release is thick and velvety, like melted chocolate, with a rich, sensational sweetness.

“Yeah,” Mom coos in amusement, as the second pulse follows, and then the third, and I swallow as Mom ordered me to, as I look up at her. “You like that, don't you? Honeyed little faggot!” Mom's words are harsh, but her tone is sweet and warm.

I smile automatically, as Amy programmed me to, as more of Mom's cream drowns my tongue. Eighteen pulses in all, Mom unloads straight onto my tongue. Once the pulsation ends, she pushes my head down, thumbs still massaging my cheeks.

My lips slide down to her hilt, smooth and slow, my body utterly under Mom's control. I swallow, as my lips reach her hilt, milking her for every last drop of her cream. Four swallows around her shaft, and Mom's hips withdraw, sliding out of me.

As her cock sways freely in front of me, my eyes focus on it. I lick slow and reverent from her hilt to her crown, steadying her cock in the process. “You really love Mom's cock, don't you, you little slut? I'll bet you'd happily take it a third time.”

“Of course I would, Mom!” I answer immediately, licking her again, sliding my tongue up along the underside of her thick, beautiful cock. “You taste wonderful, and if you need more service, I would be honoured to serve. You are a great Mom.”

“Well, in that case, you can crawl your ass over to the oven, and kneel in front of it. I need to start preparing dinner, now,” Mom tells me, “You can have the privilege of sucking my cock while I'm making dinner.” I nod, obediently repositioning.

Author's Note:
Here the story converges at Chapter 15: Mom Makes Dinner.