Holstered

For two hours, Mom edges herself against my mouth, ordering me to freeze, then resume. Offering her everything I have, Mom looks down at me, watching me work and worship her, her shaft consuming my focus completely as I work for her.

“You're a complete cock-slut, aren't you?” Mom asks, and I look up from her phallus to her face, smiling lovingly at her. Her fingers curl against my scalp as she pulls me forward, forcing my mouth onto her pulsing cock and bucking her hips.

My eyes flutter up as her until I cannot make eye anymore as she forces me down. I stare at her cock as more of it vanishes every microsecond, until the buck of her hips shoves her nuts in my mouth. “Suck my nuts as I feed you, slut!”

“Moan on my cock, fag, and swallow at every pulse!” Mom orders, and I obediently comply. My jaw stretched as wide as it will go, I flex my suppressed tongue against her jewels, massaging them. I can feel my throat conforming to Mom's shaft.

I moan as best I can, but the sound doesn't even reach my ears. Hers does, though, as I swallow around her cock and moan on it. She can feel my moaning, even if neither one of us can hear the sound I'm attempting to make via suppressed vocals.

The muffling effect of her cock in my throat, literally every millimetre from hilt to crown my throat is moulded around, is absolute. I can only hold my breath, swallowing when I feel Mom's first pulse flood my throat with her thick, fresh cream.

I swallow immediately as soon as I feel it, obedient to the command to swallow at every pulse. Each pulse leaves more of it in my throat, but I don't try to think for myself, right now. I simply do as she commanded, using my throat to stroke her.

Milking Mom's cock with my throat, my eyes can only focus on the trimmed hair and soft skin at her base. Pressed against my eyes until I shutter them, I can see that they're clean, even if I can't smell anything with my airways being blockaded.

For a little over two minutes, Mom holds my head down firmly, ever more cream pumping into me. Her full load is large, impressive, until the pulsation abates. Her hips pull back, and she drags my head up off of her meat as her balls slip free.

I can only watch her cock emerge from my mouth, glistening in the kitchen's artificial lighting. When she has withdrawn enough to unblock my airways, I gasp for air. Mom smirks down at me as I look back up to restore eye with her.

“Don't think we're done, slut,” Mom warns me, as she continues pulling out of my mouth, “I need another round of relief.” I moan softly in acknowledgement, in acceptance of that my mouth will have to serve for her pleasure for a second wave.

“You don't even mind, do you, faggot?” I hum in the negative, as she pulls back until her crown, alone, remains inside my mouth, and Mom smiles in delighted surprise. “Oh, my. Such a sweet little faggot, eager to willing serve Mama's needs.”

“Well, then, fag,” Mom sighs in relief, finally slipping her crown from my mouth, “I will let you decide. How do you want to serve me for my round two?” I blink up at her, shocked that she offered me a choice, and she strokes my cheek gently.

“Oh, don't be too shocked, slut,” Mom reassures me, “Good faggots like you will absolutely receive some privileges, here.” Smiling up at her lovingly, I lick her cock from the base to the tip, as programmed. As I do, I consider my personal request.

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