Gentle Irrumatio

“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 hair, smoothing it back as they work their way in, until she cups the back of my skull. I look up at her, as she pushes my crown to my lips, and I consent, opening my mouth voluntarily to accept her pushing herself inside.

Her meat forces my jaw open wide, stretching my lips so taut it stings, but I can handle it. Her eyes remain focused on my own, maintaining eye as a reassurance of her trustworthiness. “I promise, I'll be gentle, and I'll go slow, all right?”

True to her word, Mom's hips come to my face with inexorable determination, slow and smooth, but merciless. Pushing all the way to the hilt, my eyes flutter as I feel Mom's balls touch my chin. Her fingers curl against my skull, holding me on it.

I swallow instinctively, and Mom sways her hips backwards. I moan as her cock glides up and out of my throat, until only the crown remains. My eyes flutter up at her as I breathe in, inhaling the scent of her musk as she drives herself back in.

Her movements are slow, methodical, but gentle. She's pushing down my throat, as I breathe in, and as I suck her thick shaft. I start to swallow as soon as her meat enters my throat, as my muscles tightening on her should feel good for her.

I lift my hands, sliding them up her thighs to cup the outside of her hips, holding myself steadier for her. Mom hums soft in approval, smiling down at me, as she pushes herself to the hilt once more. I hold my breath until her balls hit my chin.

As she starts to pull out, I moan, offering her sensual vibration on the way out. My lungs empty as her crown rests on my tongue, I inhale deeply. The scent of her musk floods my lungs anew, as Mom grinds her cock back down my throat again.

The taste of her drowning my tongue, I do what little I can for her as she rides my mouth. I flex my tongue wide along her underside, accepting that this is my place. Mom moans softly in pleasure, “Ohh ... that's a good faggot. You want the milk.”

“Greedy fucking whore,” Mom growls in arousal as she rides my mouth, driving herself in, forcing it all the way to the hilt. True to her word, her pace never increases, and she never goes too hard. Her movements are fluidic, absolute, inexorable.

My throat conforms to the shape of her cock, as the crown slides past the halfway point toward my stomach. Her massive shaft flexes inside my throat, each time her balls reach my chin, as if she wants to make sure I'll feel her power inside me.

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