Chapters tagged mom

by adventurousTNB

Chapter 12

For two hours, Mom rides my mouth, as slow and tender as her word, only ever rolling her hips, never slamming in. Mom lets me have ample time to adjust to her cock, stretching my lips taut around her cock as she takes a pace for my benefit. “You're doing so well, faggot,” Mom pr...

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Chapter 12

Mom rolls her hips, keeping her promise of being gentle, and going slow. Her hips sway against my mouth, driving in until her nuts just barely touch my lips. She holds my head firmly in her hands, but doesn't clamp down enough to be painful. When I feel the first pulse, I don't...

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Chapter 14

Mom's fingers tighten progressively in my hair, as her hips resist the temptation while my head bobs on her cock, sucking as she's commanded. Finally, Mom growls and yanks my hair, bucking her hips hard and ramming her nuts in my mouth. I immediately start to suck Mom's balls ag...

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Chapter 15

“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...

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Chapter 16

For a while, Mom hums, subtly joyful as I bob my head on her cock, sucking lovingly on the hard shaft stretching my lips taut enough it stings. I don't mind, and I know the more I do it the more I'll adapt to it and, thus, the less painful it'll be. When we hear the sound of Dad...

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Chapter 17

As my tongue grinds against his frenulum, I moan an affirmation. I kiss the crown, then slide my lips down around it, and then slide my mouth smoothly to the hilt. Dad sighs softly, savouring the view of his fag son's mouth encompassing him. “That's it, faggot,” Dad says warmly,...

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Chapter 21

As I crawl under the kitchen table, I take a deep breath and settle on my knees, watching Mom and Dad both walk into the kitchen. Mom looks refreshed, likely showered while I was attending and servicing Dad, to be clean in time for our dinner. Family Dinner has always been an im...

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Chapter 22

Knowing my place under the table, I focus on simply eating my dinner in silence. Above the table, Dad speaks with Mom, unapologetic as they ignore me entirely. “You know, it's almost like having date night. Do you remember *date night*?” Granted permission to chill and do as I l...

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Chapter 23

For about forty minutes in all, I am under the table, licking one cock and stroking another, until they are finished. I wait, until Mom and Dad leave the table, before crawling out from underneath it, myself. I look up at my parents as they move. “Stay, faggot,” Dad commands, hi...

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Chapter 24

Dad accelerates slow and smooth to reach his desired cadence, but the pace he sets is ferocious and swift. I don't feel like a son at all, I feel like I am exactly what he calls me. I moan helplessly as Dad starts to hammer into my ass, down to the hilt. “Dad!” I moan his name,...

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Chapter 25

For two hours, Mom strokes her cock just enough to maintain the hardness I provided under the dinner table, watching as Dad slams into me. Dad grinds against me, edging us both, denying both of us release, but forcing me to hover at the brink. “Fucking little whore,” Dad sneers...

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Chapter 26

As Mom readies for her turn, Dad pulls my hair hard, dragging me onto my hands and knees facing him with my ass to the garage door. I look up for a moment before he rams his cock into my mouth and down my throat, as Mom grabs my hips. “Clean it, faggot,” Dad orders, as Mom align...

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Chapter 27

Mom breaks me as easily as Dad did, drawing it out and grinding me to the brink, forcing me into release in advance of her own. Even as my own seed spills across the floor in dense stripes, Dad slams himself full into my mouth and throat. As he slams me back onto Mom's coc...

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Chapter 28

After about an added hour on my knees on the living room's plush, soft carpet, two cars pull into the driveway during one quiet moment. The twins pull in, park, and soon the sound of the garage door opening, then ebullient, buoyant laughter. It's the kind of bubbly, energetic la...

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Chapter 12

For two hours in all, Mom hammers my mouth with a merciless rhythm, her hips a piston slamming against my face in her pursuit of release. She unabashedly uses me for her own pleasure, as I drown in the sensation of her hips slapping my face. My cheeks are red by the time her coc...

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Chapter 12

For two hours, I kneel in the kitchen, taking it as Mom's hips smash against my face. One harsh, thumping smack after the next, my cheeks slowly turn pink with a mild stinging sensation. I can only lift my hands, steadying myself upon her hips. I moan in submission, offering Mom...

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Chapter 12

Over the course of two hours on my knees, Mom's relentless hammering drives my cheeks slowly pink. My eyes flutter up at her, maintaining the eye contact that she desires, as she watches her cock hammering through my lips like a piston. I swallow around her, each time her hips s...

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Chapter 11

“You will take my cock as a faggot should,” Mom tells me, and my eyes widen, lowering to her cock as she tells me she is putting it in my mouth, then back. “You're not sure it will fit, are you? Relax, faggot, and trust me. I'm confident it'll fit.” Her fingers slide into my hai...

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Chapter 12

For two hours, Mom rolls her hips, her pace slow and smooth, patient and even kind. Her cock slides across my tongue, on each drive, warning me to breathe in as she starts. I fill my lungs with the savoury aroma of her musk, taking it to the hilt. Mom praises me as she uses me,...

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Chapter 12

Mom maintains her slow, considerate pace, as she rolls her hips against my mouth for two full hours, before I feel her first start to pulse. On my knees, looking up and maintaining eye contact the entire time, I can see how content Mom is feeling. The warm, sweet rumble of her g...