Mom Makes Dinner

“Now you should know,” Mom warns me, as I crawl over and kneel in front of the oven, “You're not going to be eating at the table, tonight. You're going to be eating underneath the table, from now on. I will not waste my cooking on a faggot.”

“You'll be eating cock for dinner tonight,” Mom advises me, as she moves to stand in front of me. I open my mouth and I take her cock in, beginning to suck Mom's cock without objection as she rises on the balls of her feet to reach for a dish.

She utterly ignores me as she collects spices from the cupboard, then pulls her cock from my mouth to move to the sink. I wait while she fills a pot with water, taking her cock back into my mouth when she returns to put the pot onto the stove.

I watch her move to the refrigerator, then come back, and I resume sucking her cock. I bob my head slowly for the sake of Mom's pleasure, and she sways slightly while she cooks. I don't moan, realising that she would likely be distracted by that.

Dad always says the best cook — female or male — should be the one in a relationship entrusted to do the cooking. As Mom is a baker and Dad doesn't work in the food industry, that means he entrusts it to her, and he does other things in return.

I suck softly, rolling my tongue lovingly around Mom's cock as I slide my mouth on her meat. She won't cum quickly this time, I'm sure, not after having already fed me two loads, but I can continue to bob my head, simply for Mom's pleasure.

I look up, watching her as she ignores me to focus on her cooking. Her hips sway a little bit, back and forth, like she's just idly riding my mouth. There's a warm little smile on her face. She's humming a tune I haven't heard from her in a while.

I close my eyes and enjoy the sound of my Mom's humming filling my ears, her scent in my lungs, the flavour of her cock on my tongue. I never expected to find myself on my knees, sucking my Mom's cock as she makes dinner I won't even get.

Yet, it's nice. I fold my hands behind my back, bobbing my head slowly. My lips stretch so taut it stings a little to take her girth, but it's actually just really relaxing. I flex my tongue against her underside as I slide my mouth down to Mom's hilt.

I swallow for her, when my lower lip reaches her balls, before rising again. I breathe in slowly around her cock as I lift off, until my lips are wrapped around the underside of her crown. Inhaling her scent, I sink until her cock blocks my airways.

My throat stretches around Mom's meat, sliding down until my lips touch her hilt again. It's been too long since Mom has hummed while she cooked. It's a happy sound, a peaceful sound, and being on my knees sucking her cock just seems to fit.

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