Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 6 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 6

... exclaimed stupidly.

She rewarded my mention of him with a severe growl and bit down painfully!

"OWW!!" My sense of mastery over my mother was seriously compromised, but I only had myself to blame. There were rules that even I had to follow in this game of dominating her.

Mom's teeth relented after I shut my trap and kept it shut. I focused my attention on the feeling of soaking in my mother's talented mouth. I couldn't apologize, which would have further diminished my mighty role, but a minute of silence went a long way to reassure that I regretted my outburst. As her mouth relaxed and saliva coated the front half of my engulfed cock, I dared to resume our play. "Don't stop, Mom. Either get ready to be fucked, or get back to sucking me like a good slut." I pawed her left nipple, tweaking it gently.

She hummed briefly and began to suck and lick my prick in earnest. It felt like My dick was being firmly masticated like a cow's cud! I grunted afresh. "Hold up your tits, Mom. Don't stop sucking. Offer them to my hands."

Her head bobbed steadily. She had to pull the hand frigging her snatch away, to lift her J sized melons up to me. The sting of Mom's bites had made my dick not so hard, but those beautiful oversized headlights foretold an abundance of amends. The once defeated specter of my orgasm made a brave return, under her renewed oral efforts but even the possibility of Mom biting again, kept it from immediately erupting. I grabbed her hands as they held her ...

... greatest, visual assets. "Swat my balls with your nipples." I commanded.

When Mom shuddered at my strange command, my sense of power over her, increased. Perhaps being told to do nasty things appealed to her. She shuffled closer on her knees, for her outstretched tits to reach my balls. In doing so, she had to accept another inch of my fat prick down her throat. Mom gurgled from discomfort for the first time. She was having to suffer a little now, for my enjoyment. What master didn't long for a slave who accepted great discomfort when serving them?

To the rhythm of Mom's tit tips slapping my testes back and forth, I commended her. "That's - a - good - Mom-my - slut." I cooed. The cum now backed up behind a clenched exit felt twice as fiercely as before. Yet, I wanted to dominate her further. I pushed my right foot between her thighs and slid my toes upward until I felt her light brown pubic thatch. She shuddered again as I wiggle my big toe into the curly nest and stroked her hidden labia. "Is your slut pussy feeling lonely, Mom?"

Mom's body convulsed, and she started grunting like a pig, suddenly choking on my dick! Yet, instead of pulling away, she let go of her tits and grabbed my ass, pulling my prick deeper into her gullet! My toe hadn't even touched her clit, but she thrashed from a powerful orgasm, her crammed vocal chords striving to wail from the incredible pleasure wracking her senses!

That was too much for a young man like me. My groin muscles spasmed ...