No [ Mom ]

As I emerge from the room, I push myself to my feet, stretching until my spine pops, and turn toward my bedroom. I halt, when I hear the sound of Mom clearing her throat and I turn. She's standing in the doorway of the master bedroom, nude.

My eyes flutter, having never actually seen her nude before, but they're immediately drawn to the strap-on she's donned, and I stare. She walks over and grabs my hair, pulling me down until I am on my knees, slapping it firmly against my face.

“Yea, you know where you belong, don't you?” she smirks, “Worship it.” I mindlessly obey, beginning to lick and kiss the length of synthetic cock. I don't dare look up at her, I keep my eyes and my thoughts focused on servicing as commanded.

“That's right, faggot,” my Mom sighs with satisfaction, her fingers tightening in my hair, “Nothing but a little faggot slut. Let's see if you can take what my husband refuses to ...” She pulls my hair, quickly forcing me onto my hands and knees.

“Take it, faggot,” she growls, rolling her hips and staring down at me as she forces the crown through my lips and into my mouth, then down my throat. Her hips buck, and she slaps her cunt against my mouth as my throat swells around the rod.

I moan softly, beginning to suck obediently as she begins to roll her hips, pumping hard and fast, “Yea. This is all you're even good for, anyway, you little fag.”

I know my Mom's right, so I don't resist her. I simply continue sucking as best I can, as she begins to fuck my mouth more forcefully, violently. I didn't know she was into this, but it makes sense, given how little time my parents spend together.

It's thicker than her husband's, and longer, like she intentionally got one bigger than his. I can't breathe with it down my throat, and I gasp for air between thrusts. My fingers twitch and my spine arches, every time my Mom slams it into me.

I can feel her cunt pulsing with arousal from the sheer satisfaction of using me like this, despite it being an attachment, and she grinds hard. “That's it, you little faggot, take it. Your mouth looks so right wrapped around Mama's fat cock!”

I groan involuntarily, vibrating it in my mouth and throat, as she clamps her fingers down on my head and pins my face against her. I can feel her pulsing, hear her groaning, as I swallow on it, “That's it. Drink it, faggot, nurse on that cock!”

I can't breathe, but she doesn't let me up. Her release pours down my throat as I swallow over and over, groaning on it, until she finally relaxes. Her fingers flex against my head, “Still alive, down there, faggot?”

I pat her thighs in answer, but I can't breathe, until she pulls out slow, and I gasp for air. Her eyes focus down on me as she makes me look up at her, “Remember, faggot, this is all you'll ever be to us. This is all you're good for. Just a free-use fag.”

Then she turns and goes back to her room to go to bed, satisfied.