On My Face

Finally, Mom's hips sway backwards, pulling back until her cock slips completely from my mouth with a slick, wet sound. Her hand slides down to her cock, stroking fast and hard, right in front of my face. I look up at her, sustaining eye .

The first jet of her cum pumps from her cock to leave a long stripe down one side of my face. Mom aims her thick phallus, even as she continues to stroke, avoiding my eyes, even as she marks me with her cum, one heavy stripe of cum at a time.

She strokes until the pulsing subsides, looking down at me with a contented smile, but her cock is still rock hard, standing over me. Mom slides her hand up her cock, squeezing the last vestiges of her release out to her crown. “Tongue out, slut.”

I obediently extend my tongue, and Mom slides her crown down across it, giving me the last drop, so I can taste her milk. Rich and creamy, my cheeks warm underneath the heavy mask of her seed. Mom smirks at my painted face, and she nods.

“I still need more from you, whore,” Mom tells me, “but your worship was exemplary, so I'll give you a privilege, faggot. You can decide how you want to serve me next, or you can ask me to promise my second load will be only for your belly.”

“I am hungry, Mom. May I swallow all of your milk?” I answer honestly, and Mom nods, as I lift my hands, and I promptly clean my face. I lick my hands clean, until I've eaten as much as I can, and rub in the rest, before looking up and smiling.

“Thanks, Mom. I love you,” I tell her, showing my gratitude, as her thick cock remains standing in front of my face. I take a deep breath, inhaling the wonderful scent of her musk and letting it fill my lungs. Then I swallow, and look back up to her.

“Ready to continue, fag? Mom's got needs,” she tells me, and I nod. I don't know what Mom's needs are, but I lean forward as programmed and lick her cock when she calls me a fag. I smile up lovingly, kissing my way slowly down her thick shaft.

“Of course, Mom. May I ask you to feed the second load to me, too?” I ask. Mom strokes my hair and she smiles, watching a moment as I worship her cock with my mouth before she nods. A wave of relief and contentment fills me at her assurance.

“Yes, faggot,” Mom tells me, and I smile happily, licking my way up her cock simply so I can have an excuse to leave a trail of kisses back down to her hilt. For a moment, as she debates how she wants to use me this time, she watches me worship.

I doubt she'll want more of the same treatment she just had. I don't know for sure, maybe my worship wasn't amateurish, maybe she really liked it. Looking up at her as I continue doing that, I continue cleaning her thick cock with loving licking.

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