I swirl my tongue around his sensitive cock head, and then suck. I do my best to try to make him feel good and get hard, but then his cock will get very big and he will force his dick deeper and deeper into my mouth and down my throat. I gag and cry and feel like I’m going to choke and die of suffocation. My mouth fills with the taste of his salty semen.
I feel the slime of his seminal cream on my face, lips, and mouth, but he “saves” his big load for Mommy.
At a certain point, Mommy and her lover get so involved with each other that they no longer notice that I’m there. I watch Mommy as she rides her stallion, panting and pawing at her soft, pliable, femininity. All-man, all-woman, I don’t participate when they are having sex; I can only watch, not fully man or woman myself, I watch the real man possess her, the full woman.
I hide myself, seeking invisibility, as I peek at Mommy surrendering herself to his masculine power. I am Mommy’s little boy-girl. I have my little boy-girl excitement. Peeking at Mommy and her Daddies. Watching the big Daddies come and take her.
After her Daddy finishes with her, after he leaves, it is Baby’s turn.
This is when I find Mommy alone, exhausted, surrendered on our marital bed.
I see her body reddened with her Daddy’s roughness, pushed to its limit.I examine the love bites, the residue of rough sex. She is splayed. Dirty. Finished. In the twilight or the dawn, I creep up onto her bed, I carefully move the sweat-stained sheets, silently uncover her. I love the moment when Mommy is abased. I seek the faint echoes of her sweet smells, now plastered with ugly odors of tobacco, alcohol, him.
My senses are sharpened, I seek his smell, the sight of his ravages, the taste of his spunk. I love this, the one time, weakened, she lets me snuggle between her legs. I hear her low, guttural moan as I love her with my tongue, my face glistening with her sweat and vaginal fluid.
“Come to Mommy,” I hear her half-asleep murmur.
I fit my face snugly between her legs, lapping her cream pie and cleaning her inner thighs and the whole jismy and slick area between her legs.
“That’s a baby,” she purrs. I bring Mommy to a slowly building, warm and glowing orgasm with my mouth. I wiggle between her legs, wallowing in her wetness and warmth. My senses overwhelmed, my erect little penis, not worthy of penetrating Mommy’s beautiful body, spurts into the bedsheets as I lay nestled between her legs.
Thus I reach my final fulfillment, Mommy’s slave, Mommy’s servant, Mommy’s loving husband.
Proudly and lovingly signed by the luckiest man on earth,
Willing Wimp