You help her

“Fine. I will help. But I’ve never done it before so I don’t know how you expect me to,” you tell her.

“C’mon. You telling me a boy as smart as yourself hasn’t heard some trick somewhere?” You think for a moment.

“Make a fist and squeeze your thumb, it suppresses the gag reflex,” you tell her begrudgingly. “Now can I have my reward?”

“Nuh uh,” she says, “You have to actually help me practice.” She hands you a dildo. Like the rest of the dildos, it is larger than what you’ve got in your pants. “Hold my hair back and shove my face onto the dildo. I need to get used to not having control. Start out slow.” You’re about to stand up to walk over to her then you realize your boner hasn’t gone away and you sit back down. “It’s okay. I noticed it when you walked in. It is only natural that white guys with no release get them so often. There’s no need to be embarrassed. In a way, it is cute.”

You struggle to think about what she meant by “cute” as you awkwardly and embarrassedly walk over to her with the dildo. Standing over her, you pull back her hair in your free hand. She looks up at you with an open mouth and this view of her makes your stiffy struggle even harder for freedom. You guide the tip of the dildo into the mouth you so desperately yearn to kiss and push her head slowly down onto the dildo. You see her hand tighten into a ball shortly before she gags. You pull her head slightly off but then ease it back down onto the dildo. She makes it a couple centimeters farther before she gags again as her eyes start to water and you pull back. You repeat this process a few more times and she seems to be getting the hang of it when you hear footsteps outside the door. Victoria’s eyes widen and you distractedly push her down too far and she starts vomiting. You pull the dildo out but it is too late and she spews all over your hand and a bit on your shirt.

In the doorway is her mom with a gleeful expression. She runs up to you and embraces you as your face is buried deep in her cleavage. “Thank you so much for convincing Victoria to practice,” she says. “Of course, I can’t expect a straight boy to teach her to deepthroat properly,” she tells you. “I can take it from here. Thanks for your help, Elliot.”

“But Mom! It was going fine until you fucked it up,” she pleads.

“Hush. Mother knows best, especially when it comes to dick. You’ll progress much faster with my methods. Run along, Elliot, we have some clean up to do.” Victoria gives you one last sad look as you are escorted out the room. The last thing you notice before leaving the house is the gooey whiteness running down her mom’s thigh.