“I will be gentle this first time, fag.”

“Thanks, Mom, I appreciate tha-mm!” I start to answer, but Mom cuts me off by driving her cock into my open mouth. My lips stretch wide around her, so taut it stings. Mom doesn't hesitate, she just pushes in, driving her rod cleanly to the hilt.

“Your mouth is not for speaking, it is for taking my cock, now, faggot,” Mom says coolly, firm but not cruel as she makes it clear what my place is. I moan softly on her cock, offering sensual vibrations throughout her meat as she sways backward.

“There's my good little slut,” Mom praises me, and I try to smile around her, but I can't, because of how thick her meat is. Praised for moaning, I continue that, vibrating her cock as she draws her shaft out of my mouth, inhaling as she drives in.

“You're a natural, faggot,” Mom sighs in pleasure as she slides her thick rod through my lips again, until her hilt touches my lips, and she moans in satisfaction, “You didn't even gag.” Good to her word, though, Mom is going gently, right now.

Every thrust drives her in until her balls touch my chin, but her pace is slow. She isn't shoving it in fast, and she isn't just slamming her hips into my face. I look up at her, watching her face as she looks down at me, smiling as I accept her cock.

Her hips sway backwards, every movement less of a thrust or a withdrawal, and more of a gliding action. Mom's motions are less fucking my mouth and more riding it. I moan, softly, keeping my hands behind my back as Mom makes use of me.

“Moan for me, faggot,” Mom instructs, “Show me how much of a slut you are, how much you like your Mom's cock in your sweet whore throat.” My cheeks colour, but I moan as she instructs, swallowing around her meat at the end of each thrust.

I've always thought I had a beautiful Mom, but knowing she has a monster cock changes the lighting. I swallow around her cock as her balls touch my chin, moaning as she pulls back. I grind my tongue against her frenulum, before Mom drives in.

“Good whore,” Mom sighs in satisfaction, pleasure written on her features and pride in her gaze as she stares down at me, watching her cock vanish into my mouth. I can feel my throat conform to her shape every time she drives herself into me.

I feel a touch of pride at being able to take her entire cock, every millimetre of this monstrous phallic muscle. I can feel my throat stretched taut around it, and it isn't pleasant, though maybe I'll get used to it. The important thing is I can take it.

Mom's hips don't slow down, she just continues to sway. For now, this is all I am: a kneeling faggot, being used by my Mom for the sake of her release. I don't mind, I realise, as she guides my head up while she pulls back, and down as she drives in.

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