Balls Deep

Mom's hips stop with one last, hard smack against my cheeks, her balls hitting my chin. She maintains fierce eye , her cock pulsing halfway down my throat. “Swallow around my cock, faggot! Show me what a good little whore you are!”

I swallow obediently, stroking her thick meat with the muscles of my throat, as the first pulse of her seed pumps into the bottom of my throat. Swallowing repeatedly, I suck hard on the hilt still resting on my tongue, pulsing and stretching me.

Maintaining eye with Mom as she floods my throat with her milk, I drink hungrily. Lifting my hands and wrapping my arms around her gently, I hold onto her for steadiness. The smile on her face brightens into something more blinding.

Pride, happiness, arousal, all feature on her face as her lips part enough for me to see her teeth gleaming in the kitchen's artificial light. She strokes my hair, her expression softening from the fierce arousal of having just been skull-fucking me.

“Fuck, there's my sweet little faggot!” Mom purrs in pleasure as I hold onto her, drinking her cream straight from her rod. I moan softly on her, offering up sensual vibrations for Mom's pleasure. I hold my breath, and my position, to receive it all.

Mom's face tells me she is beyond pleased, watching me take every drop she has for me. Swallowing until the pulsing ends and her cock stills, I keep my eyes on hers. I don't try to pull away, I just hold my breath, for as long as I'm physically able.

Her hand tightens a grip into my hair, and she sways her hips back as she draws my head up. I let her control me with that hand in my hair, let her decide when I breathe again. I inhale sharply around her cock the moment Mom decides to let me.

“I am so proud of you, whore,” Mom coos the words, a soft benediction of love and approval, “You know I'm going to need another round, though, right?” I nod as Mom's cock slips completely out of my mouth to let me catch my breath, properly.

“Of course, Mom,” I reply, breathing in deep, letting her scent continue to flood my lungs, the only aroma in the air, at all, and I smile up at her. “You know I'll let you take whatever you need, right?” Mom beams down showing even more teeth.

“Just for that, I am going to let you tell me how you would like to serve me,” Mom says, stroking my cheek lovingly with a thumb, cupping my jaw with her fingers. I don't want to leave her hanging, her balls blue, so this is an absolute privilege.

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