Harsh Irrumatio

“Fucking take it, faggot!” Mom snarls with arousal as her hips roll and she shoves her cock straight to the hilt in my face. She's thicker and longer than Amy, and I can't smile around her cock, but I start licking immediately to show gratitude.

Her hips yank back and her hand on my head tightens her grip in my hair. Her hips snap forward again, her balls slapping my chin and her hips slapping against my cheeks. My throat stretches to accommodate her cock as she slams herself deep.

I moan involuntarily, air fleeing my lungs as she pulls out and I gasp for air as she slams back in. I stare at my Mom's hips, as they sweep back and then snap forward. My cheeks redden from the force of her repeated impact as Mom pounds me.

“Fuck, yes, fag!” Mom growls with lust, her free hand coming from the counter to my head as she leans more into my use for her pleasure, “Fucking little faggot! Brainwashed fucking slut!” I moan licking her cock lovingly while she ploughs me.

Every slam forces my throat to stretch lewdly around her prick, but Mom doesn't hesitate, doesn't show any tenderness. Her fingers curl tight in my hair, using it as a short leash to control me. A backwards yank, a forward jerk, my scalp stings.

“Fucking take it like it's all you're meant for, faggot!” I moan on my Mom's cock as her hips slam like pistons into my face. Hard enough to sting, but not enough to really hurt or harm me, she holds me forcefully in place as she uses me like a toy.

“Fuck, yes! Tight little faggot!” Mom growls the words with arousal, all fire and passion absent any reluctance or delicacy. Amy's programming makes my mind focus entirely on the words she's calling me, and I moan happily while Mom uses me.

For two hours, Mom wrecks my mouth and throat, hammering away, forcing herself to resist the temptation by pure force of will. Eventually, even Mom's stamina runs out, and I can feel her starting to pulse even as her pace doesn't relent at all.

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