On My Face

After two hours of Mom rolling her hips firmly against my face, driving her cock down my throat, she starts to pulse hard. I look up into her eyes the entire time, offering eye contact. Mom maintains it the entire time, her eyes riveted onto mine.

Even as her cock pulses in my mouth and throat, Mom edges herself, holding off for as long as she physically can. Holding out til the last moment, Mom abruptly pulls my head off her cock by my hair with one hand. The other grabs her own rod.

Aiming with deliberate intent, the first shot of Mom's cum pulses directly into one of my eyes. The second shot drenches my other eye, deliberately blinding me. More than a dozen further shots pulse across my face, soaking every millimetre.

Utterly and intentionally drenched in Mom's milk, I kneel before her, face upturned, without complaint. Mom sighs above me with audible arousal and contentment, no doubt looking down at me, surveying the dense white mess that is my face.

“You look good like that, faggot,” Mom tells me, humming the way she always does when she's at her happiest moments, and I smile under my creamy white mask. “Rub it in, whore, the nutrients are good for your skin.” My hands lift instantly.

“Thanks, Mom!” I answer affectionately, smiling as I bring my hands to my face. I spend a few minutes rubbing it in, until my eyes are clear and I can see again. Standing in front of me, Mom is stroking her thick, hard cock, quietly watching me.

“You're such a good little slut,” Mom praises, and I smile up at her happily, “I'll bet you wouldn't even mind me using you a second time, huh? You ready to service my cock a second time, slut?” I nod immediately, without even thinking about it.

“Yea, Mom, I'm ready!” I answer, my brain rewiring to rationalise Mom using me as a sexual relief aid. Mom is delighted at my answer, and her free hand comes to my face. She strokes my hair lovingly, looking down into my eyes with adoration.

“Thank you, sweet slut. As a reward for being so accommodating,” Mom says, “I will allow you to decide how I use you for my second release. You can request anything you want, as long as it will bring me pleasure and help me cum once more.”

“Really, Mom?” I ask, and she nods, “You don't mind letting me make a request?” Mom shakes her head, and I lean close, licking her cock. I hold up one forefinger, asking her to give me a minute, while I worship her cock obediently, to consider.

“Take all the time you need, slut,” Mom replies to my unspoken request for time, “since you know your place and you're not simply ignoring my cock and making me wait.” I smile up at her lovingly, kissing her crown and kissing a path down.

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