Holstered

Finally, after two hours of hammering herself down my throat, Mom's cock starts to pulse. Instead of relenting or pulling out, she begins to piston her hips against my mouth even faster and harder. Each thrust is a crisp smack against my face.

“Fucking take it, you stupid little brainwashed faggot!” Mom snarls with lust, ramming herself against my mouth harder, hard enough that the smack of her hips against my face starts to sting more sharply. “Time for the only dinner you get!”

Her ruthless slamming culminates, at last, in her hips cracking against my face hard enough that she forces her balls into my mouth. She clamps her fingers down on my head as her entire cock lodges in my throat, holding my head down on it.

My throat stretches lewdly, visibly conforming around her cock, expanding with each pulse. Thick streams of cum start to pump into the bottom of my throat as Mom growls with arousal and satisfaction. “Swallow it, faggot, swallow every drop!”

I moan softly, sucking Mom's balls as I swallow, the muscles of my throat stroking her, milking her cock for the cream she offers. She growls with arousal, holding my head so hard against her that I can see only Mom's soft skin and trimmed hair.

I stare blindly in shock, my brain rewiring as I hold my breath and take it. I can feel Mom's cum pumping into my stomach and I can tell my belly isn't even empty. I don't remember eating anything, which begs the question of if the twins fed me.

When the pulsing stops, Mom slowly rolls her hips backward, holding my head in place as she pulls out, enough to allow a breath to fill my lungs. I gasp around her, looking up as Mom looks down at me, making eye contact. “Not done yet, fag!”

“Mm?” I moan in response and she grins.

“Yea. Mom's got another load for you, faggot!” she assures me.

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