Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 11

Anticipation and determination welled unto her face. As the past had shown, taking me fully into her throat before bringing me to orgasm -- would be no easy feat, but Mom looked determined to claim final victory.

She started by warming the shaft with shallow strokes, teasing the mushroom tip with her tongue. Mom mused, her vocal cords guttering. I think she was loosening up her throat before her ordeal began. My hands gripped the carpet as she gradually worked me into her mouth until the first half covered the length of her tongue.

Relaxing her jaw, like a mountain climber hammering extra pitons, she prepared for her assault to touch chin to groin. Inch by inch, Mom pushed herself to expand her limits, her throat muscles burning from the effort of accommodating the immense length.

She wasn't just gorging herself. The bit of tongue that wasn't crammed with cock, worked beneath my shaft to stimulate it. Her lips gyrated around my girth. It was hard not to moan from such dedicated service. Though it took a bit of chutzpa to ignore the fact that her daughter, my older sister, was likely listening.

Two inches, nearly half the remaining distance, succumbed to Mom's cautious but unrelenting effort. She breathed like a steam locomotive, filling her lungs and blood with oxygen for when the air supply would be cut off.

Her hands went around my butt and she peeled the halves apart to stimulate my anus and taint with blind but expert fingers. I was shaking from the sensations flooding my dick and groin.

With the goal so close, Mom pulled on my ass and launched her face forward, hoping to envelope the rest in one great push! Abruptly, she gagged and her natural instinct to clear her throat, no matter the cost, accosted her like a giant beast on the mountain. If I had been more aware that she might upchuck, I would have pulled out and apologized!

Somehow she overcame her throat's reflex, allowing it to shudder on the tip of my prick until it calmed. I only knew that she was choking on cock, and she had the power to stop. How it felt, my embedded dick shaking from throat throes, was intense! "You're doing great, Mom!" I groaned.

The muscles in her neck strained as they clung nearly at the summit, refusing to let go despite the increasing burn in her lungs. Her head moved back and forth with slow, deliberate cycles, using every ounce of willpower to maintain control. That she managed to hold her breath, astonished me because she would not give up.

The slow throat fucking was less intense but elicited a fuller, richer sensation along my rock hard pecker. My breathing became ragged as my orgasm approached, tension spreading through the body. One or more fingers entered my anus, searching for my prostate.

With a desperate surge of determination, Mom launched herself again, pulling on my ass cheeks for leverage. The final inch and three quarters shot down her near panicking throat. Her chin sunk into the soft tissues below my navel, but getting my cock fully into her gullet was merely a milestone.

"Now fuck the whole thing, Mom." I spurred her to get me off. I was close, but there was still work to do. Her fingers in my ass helped a lot! To encourage her, I pried apart her vulva and sucked her clit into my lips.

"NNGGGLLLHHH!!!" Mom gurgled unhappily. Instead of pleasure, the sudden stimulation distracted her when she needed to focus. She was running out of air!

The rich taste of her sex stimulated me in all the right ways. When I realized I wasn't helping, I retreated from her hairy pussy, licking my lips.

Mom pulled her face to four inches from my crotch, and the saliva greased resistance from her throat felt amazing! Not even her tight ass felt that good because it either had too much lube or too little. The flesh of Mom's stuffed neck gave perfect friction.

Her efforts so far had proven to Mom there was only one method to get my cock fully impaled in her throat. Withdrawing was straightforward, as she had just done to two inches. Spearing them back into her neck required the same force that had sucked them down the first time. With a deep growl, Mom shot her body forward, pulling my ass to cram those inches back into her neck. The girth lodged within made it bulge, but Mom's face darkened from lack of air.

"Help her DAMNIT!" Nell was suddenly standing in the room. "She's going to suffocate! PULL OUT!"

It was my intention to do just that, equally concerned. The situation took an unexpected turn when Mom's head thrashed left and right. "NNNN!! NNNNN!! NNNNNNnnnnn!!!" She refused to quit! And she wasted precious air to say so!

What shocked us kids the most was when my cock stuffed mother started rapid fucking me with her bulging neck! Suddenly she was releasing and cramming cock, four to six inches at a time with lightning thrusts and pullbacks. Mom had become a throat fucking machine kicked into high gear!

All awareness and memory of my distraught sister fled my thoughts as shockwaves of pleasure wracked my brain! AAAaaa, MOOOOMMMM!!! UUggghhhhhh!!"

My body heaved and lurched under her torment driven attacks on my cock! I cried out in ecstasy as I reached the peak which she had not only surmounted but pulled her lusty son with her. Her fingers found the perfect spot up my shitter to kick me over the edge.

When Mom felt me convulse inside her mouth, she knew that she had successfully conquered the mighty mountain -- a testament to her resilience, determination, and unwavering commitment to big cock lust.

Each pulse of thick cum flying directly into Mom stomach had farther and farther to go when I grabbed her by her upper arms and pulled her asphyxiating head off of my cock. Only when the flange of my prick head met her teeth did I relent, firing last shots across her tongue while she inhaled frantically through her nose!

"Mom!" Nell shouted, unable to do much else - only to be ignored.

Mother's free hand grabbed the spit shined length of my cock, and she took to sucking the last of my sperm like vanilla milkshake through a thick straw.

"AAAWWWWwwww!!" I cried, nearly whining. The orgasm wouldn't quit! My brain shattered again and again, even when every drop had been swallowed. My body kept quaking next to my naked mother.

Mom gasped, finally taking her mouth off of my cock. "How - hfast - c-han hue ghet hit up - again?" Full lung panting cut off her words. And still, she wanted more.

"You need a rest, Mom." My dom energy had been all sucked out.

"Why haven't you fucked her cunt yet?" Nell shifted to a new concern.

"How would you know?"

"Mom's ass is shining like only lube can."

"I did what I wanted. Mom likes it up the butt." To cut off the obvious retort, I added, "And she's wanted to fully deep throat me ever since I first told her to suck my cock."

"That looked horrible, Mom! Never do it again!" My big sister zapped a glare at me. "What about what she wanted? You've only inflamed her!" She declared authoritatively, but we all knew Mom wished for a proper fucking.

Strangely, Mom came to my aid. "Show her, My Son. Show your bitch sister how you treat this mommy slave cunt."

I didn't get what she meant at first. Nell dismissed the concept, remembering my fantasy inspired attempts at sexual domination. She snorted. "Don't bother, Little Idiot."

"Shut the fuck up, Daughter. Take a seat and a chill pill. This will require something you've never experienced before, patience.

"Little idiot" was actually a reasonable description of my current state of mind. Echos of intense pleasure rang through my nervous system. I heard Mom and Nell but could only answer after minimum necessary processing.

Nell chortled. "He's fucked out, Mom. But call me if the situation improves. Maybe he'll want fresher game after your ho ass." She winked at Mom and sauntered back to her room. Mom took the hit without comment, affected not by her earlier orgasm, but the sheer effort of fully throating her son's big cock. She turned around and lay beside me. We cuddled for a while.

"Time to put ourselves back together?" Mom asked eventually. It wasn't a euphemism.

"Nah, Mom. Stay naked. Sit on the couch and wait for me." I got up and handed her a throw. She was curious, but when I began dressing, her eyes narrowed. "No questions, Mom. I've got this." She shrugged and wrapped the throw around her sensitive bits. After a hard day of work, home was her playground. I was her newest toy, and she was mine, and neither were in a hurry to tackle house chores.

"Hey, Nell, you got a few minutes?" I knocked.

"Think you can last that long?" To be honest, she had seen me cum in under two, from our mother's passionate, oral assault on my dick.

"I'm gonna fuck Mom, and she wants you to watch."

She scoffed. "Like you can go three times in under an hour."

I had been expecting a worse insult. "Ten bucks says I can."

The door opened, surprising me. Nell brushed past without eye contact. She went to the end of the hall and asked Mom, "How long were you two lying around after the idiot creamed your ass before I arrived?"

"Like I keep track of shit like that. Maybe fifteen minutes."

Nell pulled out her phone. "I'll bet the ten bucks." Her eyes rolled upwards, calculating, math not her favorite subject, but she was good at it. "You got twenty three minutes to nut in Mom again."

"Heh, I thought you were in the running."

"Not for a bet. And my butt is still sore. My plan was to mount your ass, with a harness and dildo and make you my bitch."

Ten bucks wasn't much of a bet, but its value was multiplied by my sister's compulsion to win, especially against me. She wasn't helping her chances, though, by describing her fantasies. The soft mass in my trousers pulsed from thinking about her doing me. It was my turn to brush past her, out of the hall and return to the living room.

I sat next to my mother who looked skeptical of both her posturing children. I put an arm around her. My other arm's hand pulled slowly at the throw around her chest and legs. "You aren't going to need this, Mom." She inhaled sharply.

When Mom's large, partially sagging tits appeared, my tugging hand released the throw and teased the soft nipples with light pinches. "You're gonna get hot for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, My Son."

"Tell me why, when you have a perfectly good husband to pinch your nipples?" Good? Dad was a far better human being than I!

"He's not here, and I'm horny." Mom was in full flirt mode.

"You're horny for your son? You must be really sick to break that big of a taboo? - Or, you're that much of a slut."

Mom's voice quieted. "If you didn't have such a big cock..."

"That's the only reason?" I challenged.

"No."

"Say it, Mom. Tell your slut daughter."

Mother looked up at Nell. "At first I was just playing around, stoking Craig's domination fantasies, but today I really felt it, Nelda.

For me, submitting to your brother is as great a turn on as his dick is big."

I slid my free hand under the throw and tickled my mother's puffy vulva. "Mom's as wet as it gets, Nell." My cock was stiffening inside my trousers. I had guessed that the reason Mom wanted her strong willed daughter to watch, was because she knew it would shame her to admit she desired to be sexually submissive. She wanted that shame. Nell stood calmly, comprehending but unable to find an appropriate reaction. Now wasn't the time to lord her true dominant nature over her mother. That would just make Mom meeker and me hotter. I mean, ten fucking dollars were on the line.

Our mother would always be a strong woman. If I didn't treat her right, she'd bop me on the head like Foo Foo Rabbit and be done with me. I pushed three fingers inside the slick crevice. "You want me to make you cum, Mom?"

"Yes."

"Like this?" I was slowly fingering her slit from the inside and the entrance to her cunt. My thumb pressed on her clit.

"No, My Son."

"Tell me what you want, Mom. Tell your aloof daughter."

"Hey-" Sis tried to interrupt.

"Shut it, Nelda." Mom demanded. "I want my son's cock - inside me."

"But it just fucked your slut ass, Mom. You're still carrying my first load of spunk. Maybe that's all you deserve."

"Oh I deserve it, My Son. You would have none to give, if it weren't for me."

"I can't imagine a nicer way to call me a mother fucker." I pulled my fingers out of her pussy but pressed my thumb harder.

She twitched and yipped! "Hey! That wasn't-" Mom sucked in a breath to interrupt herself. "...expected."

"I love fucking your mommy slut cunt, but there's a problem. I nutted twice already. Why should I fuck when I might not cum?"

"I'll make you cum." She promised.

I scoffed lightly. "Can you even get me hard?"

"I can- I mean, I will. Please let me, My Son."

Gods! Mom's sweet helpless voice was doing half the job already! I bet Nell's teeth were chattering, sensing the heat growing between mother and brother.

"Okay." I brushed the throw off her hardy thighs and thatch of pubes. Leaning back in the couch, I lifted my arms and crossed them behind my neck. "Show me." I had to fight my eyes against devouring my mother's sexy figure, to give the appearance of confidence.

Mother stared at my trouser fly. "I know why you dressed." She purred.

I hoped that Nell was contemplating the fact. She knew I didn't need to put on clothes just to knock at her door and invite her to watch me take our mother. My eyes betrayed my cool exterior and glanced briefly at my sister. She looked skeptical, but she had more experience than I at masking her true emotions.

Mother crawled on all fours closer to me, the carpet creating an erotic friction against her skin as I watched from my plush throne. It was a pleasure to witness her eagerly obedient and submissive.

She unsnapped my fly and grabbed the zipper tab with a playful glint in her eye. "How does this feel?" Mom pressed the tab into my soft penis and ultra-slowly unzipped it, as if she was unzipping my cock. The act of being disrobed by a submissive woman was inspired foreplay.

Too soft to twitch from the aggressive sensation, blood flowed into my dick at about the same rate as the zipper opened. Only the dark blue of my boxers prevented my engorging penis from flopping rudely out.

I pulled one hand from behind my neck and combed its fingers through her mussed hair. Gripping the roots, I shook her head slightly. "That's good, Mom." She gave a shudder, but it might have been an act for her daughter. My grip wasn't anything close to the amount of control she would accept. I tipped her head back and admired her face's every curve, crevice and muscle rippling underneath velvety smooth skin like a sculpture carved out of marble or glass, yet not so fragile but yielding. I released her hair and smiled appreciatively.

Mom reached upwards, hands gliding over my shirt until her fingers slipped under the wrinkled collar. She undid buttons, parted fabric, and uncovered light haired flesh. Each motion sparked static like tiny lightning illuminating pearly buttons.

Every inch revealed, although seen by her a dozen times, put heat in our faces and desire for skin-to-skin contact. She ran her palms down under the flaps of my open shirt, molding her fingers to the ridges and bulges of bone, muscle and the results of a few too many tacos.

Mom slipped both hands into my armpits and tugged the few hairs there. I shuddered for real, then she pulled shirt and sleeves over my shoulders and down my arms. Retreating to my loins, after doffing my top, her teeth sank teasingly into the now noticeable bulge in my boxers, her tongue tasting its musk through fabric.

Finally, when only that barrier remained between us - her deft fingers worked diligently at loosening its grip around my waist until it could no longer contain what lay within. As the fabric slid down my thighs, revealing myself fully before her smoking eyes; gasps of anticipation hissed softly around the room, a trio of voices, but I was too engrossed by my mother's obedient efforts to pay big sis any mind.

Without hesitation, Mom reached out and gripped me -- stroking lightly at first then increasing pressure gradually until I couldn't help but groan from her manipulations.

My breath hitched every time the fingers circling my growing shaft struck its base. They traced veins pulsing along length of semi-hard flesh; each sensation amplified by naked proximity between us.

I stilled Mom's hand with mine. "Taste me."

She did as she was told without hesitation; her mouth open, tongue slurping up the sprouting tree from balls to head. The tiny sound formed a minor symphony in the room with deep breaths growing faster and hearts drumming behind breast bones.

"I want you, Mother. But I'm not hard enough."

"Patience, My Son."

My hand moved to her licking face. I caressed her face. "Close your eyes. Nell's glass is running through its sand. I'm going to take pleasure from another thing." Slap!

She had closed her eyes, but she flinched when my hand struck her cheek.

"Suck it, at least half." Slap!

Mother winced, pulled in her tongue, and widened her jaws.

My hand waited for one brief but strong heartbeat, in which she engulfed the top of my prick and jammed her head down. It felt sexier that the first time!

"Fuck it with your face, Mom." Slap!

"Mnnnghhll." She gurgled, not quite gagging on my stiffening cock. Her head moved, but I kept slapping her cheeks.

She winced convincingly.

"Craig-" Nell warned. I wondered what about, that I was striking our mother, or maybe because I was taking obvious delight in doing so.

Slap! "I could cum in your mouth again. This face pussy of yours is getting me fucking hot!"

"NNnnnnn." She complained without slowing her bobbing head.

"But I like slapping it, so much." I gloated. Slap!

"Ngll mnnnph ggllg."

I cupped my reddened palm around my ear. "What, you'll let me slap your cunt, if I'll fuck it?"

Mom paused then. She and I held our breaths, just in time to hear Nell gasp warmly.

Our mother started nodding, a sensation as enjoyable as bobbing, while she sucked my nearly full pecker.

"I'll probably slap it harder." Is was I said, but I didn't want to leave bruises that Dad might see." I caressed her face again.

She continued to nod, but the promise of greater force made her suck me twice as hard. It wasn't the force that aroused her. It was my threat. Mom didn't have her daughter's gift to take a whipping.

"Get your throw, Mom. Spread it on the couch. We're going to make a fucking mess."

I think she wanted to suck me until I was rock hard, but my cock was hard enough and only getting harder as she obeyed, pulling her head off of my jutting shaft and grabbing the throw. I stood up and grinned at Nell.

She grinned back and held up her phone. Less than three minutes remained on the timer. Twenty minutes of foreplay had done its magic, though.

CRACK! I slapped Mom's ass. "That's enough. On your back, Slut, and spread'em!"

Her butt quivered from the palm print as she spun around and plopped down. I dove between her open thighs and cracked a hand against her furry vulva. "WHACK!"

"Ooh!!" She groaned, not unhappily.

SLAP, CRACK, CRACK! I counted ten seconds and an equal number of spanks before I grabbed my very hard cock and fit the head to her reddened, weeping slit!

"I want you." My prick head ignored the kiss of Mother's cunt lips, burrowing to find the entrance within. It had been days since I last rutted in her twat. I let go of my dick and cupped her ass cheeks with both hands. Cock steadied by firm, hairy lips, I lifted her hips and indirectly aimed myself at her inner hole. It was easy due to how slick she was. I surged the fat length of my prick into Mother's sucking cunt. That's how it felt, like she was drawing me inside, vagina gasping around my hard shaft.