I shut up, to focus on maintaining my innards.
“Do you like it now, Mommy?” He cheered. “Is my hot cock making you cum? Are you turning in my mommy fuck slave?” His rhythm increased in proportion to his imagination of my becoming his sex toy. The vibrations drilling inside of my groin rattled me. I panicked.
“YES! honey, fuck your mommy!” It was a line from the book I’d read. “ORRR-” I paused, the assault in my vagina slowed.
“Or what Mommy?”
“Or you could, um, make me your slave faster by- NO.” I pretended to stop. “I can’t say it…”
“Tell me Mommy. How can I make you my slave?” Race’s fucking stabilized. His pounding cock fell heavily into me, to punish me? It’s firm length hit my cervix. The last time he did that he was about to explode. That. Mustn’t. Happen.
“Ow! Oww!” I cried. “Not that!” I threw my head back and wailed. “You were right! You were right! It’s your cum, a son’s dirty, nasty, hot cum that turns mommies into fuck slaves. If I don’t eat it many times a day, I’ll keep fighting you!” I paraphrased from, “Two Rape Sons for Mommy.”
“Are you going to suck me then, and be my mommy fuck face?”
“I will! I will!” I cranked my head around to meet his eye. “Mommy will eat your cum, the cum from her son’s balls.”
Two seconds later, I tasted my pussy and his spit, accepting my boy’s prick deep into my face. I had experience now, breathing in time with his fucking. I used my lips and tongue to adjust his strokes to my inhales and exhales.
His fingers unbuttoned my night shirt, exposing my naked breasts. “You’re so beautiful. I love playing with your titties!” His hands groped me and pinched my nipples. I grunted when he pinched too hard.
“I could cum, Mommy. I like your sucking mouth. I’m making you cum too, right? You’re getting all hot from fucking and titty mashing and cocksucking. Fucking you was better, but if this makes you my slave faster- EEhhh- AAAAAWWWGHHHH!!!!!” The thought of his mother, bending to his every sexual desires tipped my boy’s raping brain into orgasm. His entire body clenched, stopping his fuck tool where his thick head paused on the back of my tongue. I was ready.
Gushing with fire and speed, cum spattered the walls of my throat. I swallowed quickly and deflected the second blast with the back of my tongue. It’s rich flavor had a rancid meat musk. I grimaced and swallowed again. Six strong heaves send more of the sour flavor into my gullet. His cock and balls relaxed. The rest oozed out of the tip. I gulped and gulped, sometimes nibbling and licking Race’s engorged prick.
“You didn’t spill a drop, this time, Mommy!” My boy shouted with glee. “Tell me you’ll be my cum sucking slut from now on.”
“Son, do I have to?” I regretted fooling him, but it was for the most important cause, to keep him from impregnating his mother.
At first he pouted. But my boy was sly. When a grin broke across his pursed lips, he exclaimed. “Of course, if you did, you’d already be my slave.” He slapped my face, but not as hard as his father would. “I have to make you.” My son grew fierce. “Say it, Mommy. Say you’ll be my cum sucking, mommy fuck face.”
I couldn’t stand his glare. “I can’t fight you anymore tonight.” I relinquished.
“Say it, Mommy.” He slapped me again, but less hard.
“Mommy will be your cum sucker.” I tried. The book had promised severe punishment for not repeating a master’s words, exactly. I cringed, remembering that.
“Okay.” He left me to turn on the shower. His drooping cock glistening from my lubrication and spit and the last drop of his cum, my son padded out of my bedroom.