Six

She closes the spiral notebook and sets it aside. The BBC porn is still playing silently on the TV. She stays naked on your lap for a moment longer, then stands up and walks out of the room without a word.

When she comes back she’s still wearing only the gold chain… and a thick black strap-on harness. The dildo attached to it is long, heavily veined, and realistically thick—easily bigger around than your own cock and several inches longer. It bobs slightly as she walks toward you.

She stops in front of the couch, the big black strap-on level with your face, and looks down at you with that calm, knowing expression.

“Last answer needs a practical test,” she says. “What’s wrong with you is that you want dick more than pussy. You’ve been staring at them, leaking to them, cumming to them. You just admitted you’re a little gay for the thick black ones. But you haven’t been confident enough to be yourself about it.”

She steps closer. The fat head of the strap-on brushes your lips.

“Open. Mommy wants to see if you’ll suck it.”

She doesn’t force anything. She simply waits, the heavy black dildo resting right against your mouth, her hands on her hips, gold chain glinting between her bare tits.

“This is the boundary. You can keep pretending it’s only about watching me get fucked… or you can show Mommy the truth. You want the cock. You’ve wanted it every time you stroked to those videos. So be yourself for once. Open your mouth and suck Mommy’s big black dick like the little cock-obsessed boy you just admitted you are.”

The thick silicone head stays right there, warm from her body, smelling faintly of the soap she used to clean it. She watches your face the entire time, patient and unblinking.

“No more notebook. No more questions. Just this. Show me whether you’re ready to stop hiding from what actually gets that little penis hard.”

She shifts her weight slightly so the heavy strap-on presses more firmly against your lips, still not pushing, just offering.

“Your move, baby.”