Open up

You stare at the thick black strap-on for a long second. The notebook answers, the weeks of videos, the forced confessions—all of it sits heavy in your chest. Then you open your lips.

The fat silicone head pushes past your teeth. It’s thicker than anything you’ve ever had in your mouth. Your jaw stretches immediately. The heavy, realistic weight of it rests on your tongue as she steps a little closer.

“That’s it,” she says softly, one hand coming to rest on the back of your head. “Good boy. You’re actually doing it.”

She doesn’t thrust yet. She lets you adjust, the big black dildo filling your mouth while she looks down at you with calm approval.

“Breathe through your nose. Relax your jaw. You’re trying to keep your teeth away—good—but you’re still too tense. Softer lips. Seal them around it like you’re trying to keep something in.”

You adjust. The stretch is still intense, but the seal gets better. She rewards you with a slow, shallow rock of her hips, sliding another half-inch in before pulling back.

“Better. Use your tongue. Press it up against the underside while you suck. That’s how you make it feel good. Mommy’s going to teach you properly so you stop looking so lost.”

She keeps her movements controlled and instructional. In, out, never too deep at first. Every time you gag or tense she stops, corrects you, and starts again.

“Hollow your cheeks when you pull back. Watch your teeth. More tongue. Spit is good—let it get wet and messy. A real cock would appreciate that.”

Saliva starts running down the thick shaft and onto your chin. She strokes the back of your head with surprising gentleness while she feeds you a little more of the heavy black dildo.

“You’re doing fine for a first try. Most boys who are this obsessed with watching big dicks never actually put one in their mouth. You’re already further than they get. Keep sucking. Bob your head a little—yes, like that. Take what you can and stroke the rest with your hand if you need to.”

She guides your hand up to wrap around the base of the strap-on so you can work the length your mouth can’t manage yet. The contrast between the thick black silicone and your smaller fingers is obvious.

“Look at you. On your knees for Mommy’s big black cock, learning how to suck it properly. This is what was wrong with you—you wanted it and you were too scared to try. Now you’re trying. Keep going. Make it sloppy. Show Mommy you can take instruction.”

She keeps teaching—pace, tongue pressure, when to breathe, how to take a little more without panicking—while the thick strap-on glides in and out of your stretched lips. Spit runs down your chin and drips onto your chest. Your own little cock is hard again between your legs, untouched.

She smiles down at you, gold chain swinging lightly as she rocks her hips.

“That’s my good boy. We’ll go slow, but we’re not stopping until you learn how to do this right. Mommy’s going to make sure you know exactly how to suck a thick cock from now on.”

She holds the back of your head steady and continues the lesson, patient and relentless, while you stay on your knees with your mouth full.