Reluctantly

I try to escape the cock approaching my mouth for a moment, almost panicking. But my moms strong grasp on my head, combined with her gently cooing me on makes me accept this.

I kiss the tip, and gently kiss around the entire cock, trying to avoid sucking it. But she moves me back to the tip, and I kiss it, and slowly starts taking it in. She guided my gently bobbing head on. leading me deeper and deeper.

I looked into her grateful eyes for a moment, before closing them again. Focusing all my senses on her pleasure. The woman who bore me for nine months, the woman who raised me. My mom and her magnificent cock.

Her moans grow loader, and her hands guided me deeper on her cock. I managed half her cock, and settled on a regular rhytm to the middle. A few times she pushed me further, and I choked. But my efforts make her leak more precum. In my entire life I have never tasted anything better. It was sweet, and filling, and as close to perfection as I could imagine anything. I had heard about this being a feature of futa-cock.

This was still a bit much for me, so I avoided swallowing. Instead lubing her cock up well, and letting the excess leak onto her. Soon her thighs, groin and stomach was glistening and oozing of the sweet fragrance of futa cock-juice. I had never sucked cock before. But I loved sucking it I love feeling it pushing in my mouth, its rough veins, and it tenaciously, and slowly conquering my mouth and throat. Since I did not go for depth I tried using a lot of tongue, and blowing hard on it occasionally.

She cooed and smiled me and said: "Good boy! You must suck cock better than any of the girls!"

I gazed up at her, blushing. We looked deeply into each others eyes with a mix of gratefulness and love. Our hands lock for a brief moment. And we were each others worlds.

Then I heard my bedroom door open, and my dad's voice, mingled with what sounds like giddyness and jealousy says:

"Are you winning son?"