Holstered

Finally, with one last, brutal slam, Mom mashed my nose against her skin, ramming her cock down my throat so hard that her huge nuts forced into my mouth. My jaw stretched wide around her, and all I could do was stare against her soft skin.

“Here's your second course, hungry little fucking faggot!” Mom snarls lustfully, her huge rod lodged wholly in my throat, now, pulsing hard. My throat stretches luridly around her cock with every pulse as she begins pumping her cum into me.

“Swallow it all, faggot!” I moan in answer, swallowing as my Mom commands, my throat muscles stroking her prick from hilt to crown with every repetition. She purrs in pleasure, holding my head down and making me hold my breath on her.

Thick cream pumps from her shaft for multiple minutes before she's finally finished. She sighs, slowly pulling her fat rod from my mouth, and I gasp softly for air as soon as I can. My eyes flutter as I look up at her, as she grips my head, firmly.

“Fuck, that was perfect, faggot,” she says, her voice suddenly softened and satisfied, looking down at me on my knees as she pulls herself fully out of my mouth. Her cock is finally starting to soften, but I lick it again, and she sighs, contented.

“Fucking insatiable faggot,” she says, watching as I lick her softening prick, kissing my way down the shaft once more. Mom sighs with satisfaction, before pulling my hair, drying herself off with it, and then taking it away from my mouth.

“Now, then ...” Mom says, motioning with one hand.

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