Balls Deep

For about two hours, Mom uses me to edge herself, licking and kissing her cock. She groans and purrs, coos and moans, as I worship her meat, telling me what a fag I am. I smile continuously, until she can't resist any longer. Her fingers tighten.

“Open up, faggot!” she purrs, and doesn't give me time to do so before her cock is pushing through my lips as she pulls my head down on her cock. She's longer and thicker than Amy, and my throat stretches almost painfully to accommodate her.

“Here's your supper, fag!” Mom moans, as her cock starts to pulse in my throat as her balls rest against my chin, “Swallow it all, faggot!” Thick ropes of cum paint the inside of my throat as I swallow around her, taking her load into my stomach.

I stare at her hips, the trimmed hair and soft skin close to my face, unable to smile because my lips are stretched taut, but liking her calling me that. Her cum pumps directly into my throat, almost straight into my stomach, for near two minutes.

“Fuck, yes, faggot!” she moans as she finally pulls back, sliding her cock back until I can breathe. My eyes flutter and I look up at my Mom, her cock still in my mouth. She doesn't pull out, but she continues stroking my hair, caressing my scalp.

“That's a good little faggot,” Mom coos in satisfaction, as I lick the cock inside my mouth, sucking happily on her thick rod as I remain on my knees, smiling up at her around the cock in my mouth, “I could get used to this, faggot. This is perfect.”

I simply continue contentedly sucking my Mom's cock as she calls me a faggot. My programming doesn't necessarily say suck, but with her cock in my mouth as she calls me a faggot, sucking is the only way for me to lick her as programmed.

“Fuck, such a good little faggot,” Mom sighs, watching me kneeling and sucking her cock for a moment more. Her thick, phallic muscle isn't softening, and she doesn't seem to be in any hurry to remove it from my mouth, so I keep sucking it.

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