In My Mouth

Mom's hips shift from slapping against my face in one hard slam after another, to a sudden halt with only the crown being in my mouth. My eyes focus up, and I quickly lift my arms, wrapping them around her hips as I keep my eyes fixed to hers.

“Eager to be back down on my cock, faggot?” she asks, “Just wait a moment! You've earned something to eat, first, before we continue, slut! As a good mother, I need to make sure you're well-fed, don't I, faggot?” I smile brightly and moan on it.

“Mm, Mm-Hmm!” I answer, without trying to pull off or slide down. She's always been a good mother, and she deserves a moan of affirmation. The first thick pulse of her cream pumps into my mouth, drenching my tongue in Mom's dense milk.

Even having read the article in the science journal Dad subscribes to didn't prepare me. Her cum is rich and creamy, with a sweet flavour. I moan softly as I swallow after the second pulse, and every other pulse that follows as she feeds it to me.

I simply hold my position as Mom unloads, with only her crown piercing my lips. I breathe in slow and deep, keeping my lungs flooded with her scent for every second. She looks down into my eyes, watching as I happily kneel, taking her milk.

“Are you enjoying your snack, faggot?” Mom asks, and when I moan in the affirmative without taking my mouth off her, her smile broadens into a blinding, beaming grin. Her perfect teeth gleam in the artificial lights of the kitchen, above us.

When the last pulse floods my tongue, Mom holds my head with one hand. She slides her fingers up her shaft, drawing a final droplet of her milk out to the crown. I quickly lick it up without having to be told. Mom just keeps grinning at me.

“Fuck, I never knew you were such a faggot, you little whore!” Mom says to me, “You really are eager to let me use you, for round two, aren't you?” I moan softly, and she pulls her hips back, dragging her crown out of my mouth on purpose.

“Do you have any requests, my eager little whore?” Mom asks, and I nod. “Then you may ask. You've been good, so I'm willing to allow you to make a request, because good faggots deserve to know that their services are ... very appreciated.”

“I would like to have a second helping of your cream in my mouth, Mom,” I answer, honestly, “Your milk tastes so good!” Mom's wide grin remains bright and blinding as she looks down at me. She strokes my hair affectionately, and she nods.

“Okay. I promise, you will get a second helping, just as soon as you earn it,” Mom promises me reassuringly, stroking my scalp affectionately. “You clearly don't have a problem with servicing me, and you can clearly take a hell of a pounding.”

I grin back, waiting as Mom decides how to use me.

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