Elliott knew he’d be in heaven, his tongue drawing mouthfuls of the intoxicating elixir back into his mouth, the warm, honey-like nectar sliding down his throat like liquid silk. He’d pull back, licking all around her hot, fleshy labia, licking every drop of discharge from those slippery petals. And then he’d dive deep again, sending his tongue further into her dripping gash, this time concentrating on the upper folds of flesh inside her, just beneath her throbbing clit.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, baby, right there… just keep… just keep… OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK,” his mother would moan as a shattering climax tore through her as her legs clamped down around his head, holding his mouth in place. He could feel the muscles on the insides of her full thighs quivering as waves of ecstasy tore through her, sending delightful impulses to every nerve ending of her body.
“OH MY GODDDD…” Her moans would continue as she held his head tightly in her hands, letting him know she wanted him to keep working that magic tongue deep inside her.
Elliott would, feeling the excess juices gathering on his tongue at the same time he could feel her spraying his face as she came, the blissful sensations of a deep vaginal climax sending her into near convulsions. He’d hang on for the ride, feeling her hips twisting and bucking as he kept licking, wishing her orgasm would go on forever, her sweet honey flowing endlessly onto his tongue.
But finally, the luxurious sensations would slowly start to abate, and she’d release her grip on his head, sitting back on her straightened arms, her legs slowly unclamping from around his head.
Elliott would know instinctively that she was overly sensitive right now, so he’d draw his face back, but keep his mouth pressed up against her throbbing mound. He’d slowly let his tongue explore downwards, licking up as much of the juices seeping from her drooling gash as he could. At this point, she’d always look down at him through half-closed eyes, her eyes glassy with contented bliss.
“That’s it, baby, clean Mommy up. Get every drop of that cunt-honey you love so much.” She’d tilt her hips up, giving him better access to the shiny trail of fluid that had run down below the bottom of her slit. She’d smile as he let his tongue run along that glistening trickle of nectar, his tongue searching for the tiny pink ring of her bumhole.
“Maybe I’ll let you lick my bum later, sweetheart, but Mommy needs that sweet mouth back up here right now.”
Elliott would look up to see her extending her index finger downward, the red-tipped nail tracing over the fiery head of her clit. As if drawn by a powerful magnet, Elliott would move his face upwards, his lips and tongue seeking out that throbbing beacon of pleasure. His mother would smile devilishly as she slid her fingers around the back of his head, guiding him to that pulsing nodule of flesh.
Elliott would purse his lips in a loving kiss and place them right on the head of the protruding button. It would be so hot that he’d almost draw back, in fear that he’d burn his lips. But he’d stay, pushing a big wad of saliva to the front of his mouth, bathing her throbbing clit with his cooling spit. He’d roll his tongue all around it, tenderly nipping and sucking at it at the same time.
“Oh yeah, that’s my good little boy. You really know what Mommy needs,” she’d say as she’d settle further back on the table, resting on her elbows this time, looking down at him over the huge mounds of her massive tits. She’d flex her wide hips up against his face as he kept busy with his talented young mouth, stimulating her clit until she was on the verge of climbing the walls. He’d get her to that point and then slowly back off, extending her pleasure as he’d slowly start again, and again, before eventually, he could sense her need for release. He’d then use all his skill to take her right over the edge, his tongue pressing and rolling over that sensitive nodule of flesh until her body thrashed around like a wildcat, shaking and bucking as he drove her to the heights of ecstasy.
“OH FUCK… YES… YES… YESSSSSSSSSS…” His mother would moan like a wounded animal as she climaxed, blasting his lower face with a shower of her creamy juices, her loins spasming and twitching with delight as the powerful sensations of a blisteringly hot orgasm tore through her. He’d keep licking and sucking on her pulsing clit as her lush, mature body was in near convulsions, every nerve ending tingling deliciously as she came.
Elliott would keep his lips and tongue working on her sensitive clit as the waves of pleasure washed over her, and then he’d slow down as her climax dwindled. As her body stopped jerking and shaking, she’d take his head in her hands and push him away. “Mmm, that was nice,” she’d say as she drew in deep breaths of cool air as she sat up again. “Did you like your after school snack, sweetie?”
“Yes, Mom. I loved it,” Elliott would respond, his eyes drifting down from her gorgeous face, stopping to stare at her voluminous tits, the huge orbs straining provocatively against her tight sweater, before moving down to her girlishly shaven mound, still wet with his saliva and her flowing juices. In the dream, he’d always look up at her at this point. “Mom, I’m still kind of hungry. Do you think I could have some more?”
His mother would get that wickedly sinful look in her eyes before her lips turned up in a nasty smile. “Sure, baby,” she’d say. “I wouldn’t want my sweet boy to go hungry. You can have as much as you want.”
She’d lean back and let her thighs roll open again, presenting her glorious pussy to Elliott like his evening meal. And he’d dive right in, his mouth kissing that hot pink mound tenderly before he slipped his tongue back inside, causing her to start with those low moans of pleasure again. And this would go on for hours, his mother feeding him mouthfuls of succulent nectar with each climax. His jaw would be sore and his tongue numb by the time they were done, but he knew he’d be blissfully content, at least until the next time, and it would start all over again.
*
Yes, Elliott would have like nothing better than to go home, immerse himself in those fantasies and start jerking his cock as soon as possible. He wanted to see if he could break his standing weekend record of sixteen times. He’d had high hopes of getting to number seventeen when he’d left school. But things hadn’t gone as planned. They’d been waiting for him.
Elliott was eighteen and his senior year of high school was just getting underway. He was small in stature. He always had been. An easy target. Jamal and his two buddies, Gunner and Zeke, had singled Elliott out as the object of their derision in his freshman year. The school district attendance lines had changed when Elliott entered high school, bringing those guys in from a poor neighborhood on the other side of the river. He’d been bullied by them off and on for years now, but he was hoping-no-praying-that by the time this senior year rolled around that those jerks would have grown out of it. Either that, or he hoped they’d be thrown in jail over the summer for some crime they committed, which he was sure wouldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone.
But no such luck. His senior year was underway and once again those fuckers were on his case. They’d been waiting for him near the variety store he had to walk past on his way home. He had the bruises on his arm to show for it. They rarely hurt him, but they cruelly berated him, taunted him, and threatened him day in and day out. Today, as Gunner and Zeke had held him, the group leader, Jamal, had stood in front of him. The young black man’s six-foot two-inch frame had loomed over Elliott’s tiny body menacingly, his long finger pointed right at Elliott’s face.
“That English paper that we have due next week, I want at least a B+ on that,” he’d said. “So you better get to work and do a good job over the weekend. You know you don’t want to disappoint me. You got it, Smallcox?”
“Yes sir,” Elliott had replied, knowing the answer Jamal expected.
“And don’t forget our math homework either,” Gunner added as he and Zeke squeezed Elliott’s arms tightly before shoving him towards home.
Elliott put his head down and walked away, tears at the corners of his eyes. How was he going to make this stop? His three tormentors were always careful never to do any of their bullying on the school grounds, other than giving him threatening looks that he understood implicitly. The teachers were never witness to anything-so there was no help coming from them. With his head bowed and his arm aching, he walked home, defeated.
*
Tanya Cox was worried about her son. It had been a pretty good summer for Elliott, but once school had started a few days ago, he’d gone back to being morose and quiet, just like he had been before the previous school year had ended. He’d turned eighteen over the summer, and she had hoped her boy would have a great final year before moving on to college.
The two of them had been on their own for a few years now. In Elliott’s last year of elementary school, Tanya had come home one afternoon to find her husband out by their swimming pool with someone she didn’t know. It was a large black man, and her husband was on his knees in front of the man, the back of his head towards Tanya. She stood inside the sliding patio door, dumbfounded by what she was seeing. She saw her husband’s head bobbing back and forth enthusiastically. It didn’t take her long to figure out what was going on but, in shock, she stood there and watched as the big man took her husband’s head in his hands and face-fucked him until he blew his load right down her husband’s throat. The man had pulled his cock out, and then slapped her husband across the face with it a few times. Despite the shocking scene she’d just witnessed, Tanya couldn’t deny the tingling between her legs as she’d looked at the man’s huge black cock. It was already starting to deflate as he pulled it back from her husband’s sucking lips, but it was still enormous. She’d felt her own mouth watering as he’d drawn the oozing tip all over her husband’s face, the snail-trail of his discharge glistening nastily even from where she was standing. The black man finally tucked his enormous prick back in his pants before zipping up and strolling casually out the gate. She saw her husband lick some stray cum off his hands before rising and turning back towards the house, his eyes meeting hers.