Release

Of course you want to cum. You NEED to come. Mommy has teased you into a completely frenzy, and due to her languid and strange power over you, you have only been able to lie there and take it. When you answer her, it is not disappointment you see on Mommy's face, however there is no surprise there either. She completely expected this choice and too late you realize that you just lost a chance to impress her.

"Of course, you need this.." Mommy says and presses your face back into her cleavage, "You have been such a good boy, but your naughty dick is making you all dumb, right..?"

You find yourself nodding along, as Mommy starts stroking faster. There is little finesse here, just a tight wet grip efficiently bringing you towards an inevitable climax. You realize that where earlier she was toying with you, now she is milking you.

"And while I love dumb, sweet boys like you.." the words are enforced by a giggle and a pressure of her breasts against your face, "..Mommy loves when her boys become all horny and dumb, and relax and let Mommy take charge.."

The first waves of an enormous orgasm is already starting to build. And while the blood is pounding in your ear, you can hear every one of Mommy's words. You need to hear.

"We can't have you to distracted to enjoy the lovely poetry we've been hearing, right?" Mommy grips your hair firmly and tilts your head back until you make eye-contact, "What was the first poem about, baby?"

Her hand is still pumping away at your cock, your face is still largely borrowed in her ample breasts - still slick with your own spit - and every cell in your body is screaming for release and you realize that..

"errr..." What was the first poem about?

"That's my point exactly.." Mommy says and tuts, then turns attention back down to your now reddish-purple cock twitching in her hand, with every stroke building and building and building until your just about to come, just about to explode all over when she completely stops.

"Now what are you supposed to say?"

"Please.. Mommy.. Make me cum.." the words tumble over your lips with little conscious control, which - to your shame - everyone realizes. Mommy smiles gently and starts stroking you a final time. This time the pace is steady, but not fast. Long, milking stroke, firmer at the bottom, twisting at the top. It doesn't take long for pleasure to overtake you.. you buck your hips and shoot once, twice as Mommy keeps jerking you until the climax dies down and you slump into her embrace.

"Very good. Good boy." Mommy whispers into your hair, "but I think it's time that some of these lovely girls here get to enjoy you as well, don't you think..?"

She firmly pushes you to your feet and into the center of the room. Your legs feel weak underneath you, your pants are around your angles and your head is spinning, both from the discombobulating orgasm and suddenly standing. Before you manage to get your bearings, you start to stumble and you realize that you can't stop yourself from falling - you can only slightly control your trajectory.