Balls Deep

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 cock starts to pulse, and the barrage of lovingly growled words never subsides. My lips and throat stretched taut around her, my body slowly starts to adapt, the pain in my lips and throat gradually dwindling.

The pleasure of her aromatic musk in my lungs, her flavour soaking my tongue, never fades. My eyes focus up on her until I realise she doesn't care about eye right now. I close my eyes and simply take it, as Mom slams against my mouth.

Mom's hips snap one last time against my face as her cock pulses harder and harder. Her hands hold my head down firmly on her meat, as the first jet of her cum pumps into my lower throat. I moan on her cock louder, offering steady vibrations.

“Take it all, faggot!” Mom snarls with lust, “Swallow every drop you brainwashed cock slut!” Obediently, I swallow on her meat after every pulse, every thick rope of jism that floods my throat. Above me, Mom moans in pleasure as she uses me.

When the pulsation finally abates, Mom groans and pulls her cock from my throat, dragging her meat free. She releases a soft sigh as she looks down at me, satisfaction on her features, but it's incomplete. “You like that, you little fucking slut?”

“My cheeks hurt, a bit, but, yea,” I answer, and Mom sneers at me with smug satisfaction before she pulls my head back to her cock, once more. My eyes refocus on her cock, still rock-hard and glistening from my mouth in the artificial lighting.

“Not done yet, faggot,” Mom tells me, “Mom has another round in her and you're going to take it because that's what you are for, you little slut.” She looks down at me, her lips drawn to one side in an expression of deep personal appreciation.

“You look so good on your knees,” Mom says casually, “I think I will show you favour by not only allowing you to have my cock, but to decide how you want to be of service, this time. What would you like to offer, to satisfy my sexual needs, fag?”

I don't know if there is a right answer, but I know saying no would be the wrong one. Not because I think Mom would rape me, but because I actually liked taking her cock. My literally one and only complaint is the stinging sensation in my face.

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