My Mouth

For a while, Miss Curtis continues to pump her hips, until I feel the first pulse of her cock in my throat as I swallow around her meat. She lets out a low, lamenting sigh, biting her lower lip as she looks down at herself, edging herself for a while.

She stops with her cock buried to the hilt in my mouth, three times, before she can't hold it, anymore. Her hips slide back, slowly, until her meat slips from my lips, entirely. I look up at her, as her fingers wrap around her meat, and she strokes it.

“Open your mouth, faggot,” Miss Curtis commands, and my mouth opens obediently. Her strokes are just as fast and hard as the pace she was using me with, and the pulsations of her cock get more and more intense. Then, the dam just bursts.

Her first jet of cum pulses into my mouth, thick and heavy. I hurriedly swallow, every third pulse, as her seed floods my mouth, to ensure I don't lose any. I keep my mouth open even as I swallow. Miss Curtis simply smiles at me approvingly.

Her load is a little bit heavier than Mom or Dad, her nuts the faintest fraction heavier, but I take it all without losing any. Miss Curtis smiles at me as the pulsing stops with my mouth full. She drags her crown on my lip, giving me her last drop.

“Good, faggot,” Miss Curtis praises me, ruffling my hair as I swallow the last of her cum, “I hate seeing my seed go to waste. If I wanted to paint you, I would have done so. You please me, fag.” She strokes my hair affectionately, virtually lovingly.

“Your parents are so fortunate to have a faggot like you to use,” she commends me, before looking up at my Mom as she returns. My eyes remain focused on Miss Curtis, as I gently tuck her cock back into her pants, pressing a palm against it.

I zip her up carefully, ensuring metal teeth don't catch sensitive, recently-serviced flesh, and then button her pants for her, in turn. Then I scoot back to kneel inside the house, as Mom nods. “I'm glad you enjoyed him. We are very lucky.”

“Oh, absolutely, without a doubt the best tip I have ever been offered,” she replies, “and I've had a few mothers come to the door nude, offering to let me fuck them. Not my thing. I much prefer faggots to having anything else on my cock.”

“Well, thank you, Misses Grennan, I need to get back now and clock out so I can go home,” she says, waving gently to my Mom before she turns and leaves. Mom shuts the front door, then jerks her head, motioning me towards the kitchen.

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Here the story converges in Chapter 23: Family Dinner.