The Facefucking

"Well obviouosly I cannot drink your urin, son" she answers quickly and obviously. "So I guess you'll have to really put effort into it, be as efficient in reaching orgasm as possible." she frowns as she continues "you know, that probably means you'll have to... to penetrate my mouth like a vagina."

"Exactly" you agree, "and I couldn't really pay attention to how you feel about it, or it'll distract me."

She nods, solemly. "Yes, I expect that's going to be quite a heavy morning routine. I mean, I obviously have a gag reflex when something touches the back of my throat, but since we want you to ejaculate as quickly as possible, you'll have to press your penis beyond my sphincter, where it's tightest."

"That's sadly true." you say. "In case you vomit, would you want me to stop?"

She makes a grimace. "Obviously in a certain sense I'd want you to - but not if it would mean that it would prevent you from cumming. So yea, stop if the vomit makes you less horny."

"Oh no" you shake your head, "In fact it would make me more horny!" you're getting giddy, anticipating her answer.

"There we have it then" she says, matter-of-factly "not only do I want you not to stop if I vomit, it'd be good if I did! It would make the throat milking more efficient."

"It would probably be most apetizing for me if you didn't vomit up anything nasty though" you say without much thinking. "I think a nice and milky consistency would be nice - it would also go well with the theme of milking."

"I'll drink a lot of milk before waking you up then!" she decides, still casually as ever.

"A _lot _though, okay?" you demand, your cock twitching and taking over your thinking.

"Jeez, alright, a lot, if it makes you cum faster..." she replies somewhat exasberated.

"Good!" you exclaim and finally jump out of bed. "Then let's work together to ensure maximum-efficiency throat milking!"

Your mom cocks an eyebrow and sits up on the side of the bed. Her heavy breasts with the now permanently hard nipples shimmer with the sweat of your earlier morning gymnastics.

"What do you mean? We already had milking today, you suckled my breasts. The new regiment will start tomorrow morning, right?"

You nod. "That's true, you'll really get your face fucked through tomorrow. But first, we'll have to make sure that I'll be as horny as possible when that happens. I'll lay down a set of rules for you to follow that, when I see it or even just think of it, will get me in the mood, making my cumshots all the faster in the morning."

It takes a moment for her to follow your thought process, and a little longer for her (or some metaphysical ****) to compute whether her prior commitments would cause her to agree with that request.

Then she smiles, and nods.