Mouth

I can feel it, the moment Mom's cock starts to pulse, harder and more urgent than her heartbeat. My mouth continues to slide, up and down her shaft, bobbing and taking her to the hilt. I have to work hard to drag my mouth that far down her.

Her eyes remain focused on me, pools of umber-dark cocobolo, watching me, intent and rapturous. I force myself to move faster, move harder, almost fucking my mouth onto her cock. Mom's proud smile never falters, it only, gradually, widens.

Fingers laced into my hair flex and stretch, feeling no need to take action. Even as her cock pulses, harder and harder, my mouth moves. Finally, her grip on my head snaps from silk to iron, she wrenches my hair, yanking my lips up to her helm.

“Drink, faggot, and don't spill a drop of my milk from your whore mouth!” The first pulse sweeps from her crown onto my tongue, and my eyes widen. Mom grins at me with wicked mischief as the rich, sweet flavour, and creamy texture, hit me.

“I knew you would like the taste of Mom's milk, fucking faggot!” Mom sneers triumphantly, but her tone is warm, happy. I'd be sceptical that she had a moment of doubt, but there's an unmistakable delight in her voice, from my confirmation.

I swallow, every time her cock pulses, every sweet rivulet of cream into my mouth. Her eyes never leave mine, her meat never leaving my lips. She holds my head firm, through a dozen and a half pulses of heavy cream, drowning my tongue.

“You are the best faggot ever, you little slut,” Mom praises me with delight, “Are you willing to provide me another round of service, whore? I need to cum one more time to be satiated, for now.” My eyes flutter, as she pulls herself from my lips.

“Yes, Mom!” I answer immediately, “Thank you for allowing me to drink your cream directly. It was just totally delicious.” Mom answers with a beaming grin of rapturous satisfaction, slapping her cock against my face a few times as she laughs.

“Well, then, I promise to feed you the next load, too, you adorable little faggot!” Mom vows to me enthusiastically, before cupping my other cheek with her palm and stroking with her thumb. She slaps her cock against the other side, once more.

“You are right where you belong, and I am so proud of you,” Mom praises me, “Most faggots can't handle a cock like mine. Some, it takes them a while. Some can never manage to get all the way down. So proud you managed it on your first time.”

I can't not grin at Mom when she tells me that. Especially not when she promised that she'll feed me her second load, too, so all I've got to do is be sure to earn it. Her fingers in my hair, I know she's ready for me to start doing that, so I just smile.

“I'm ready, Mom!” I assure her.

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