Always Sucked Cock, Always Will

Cock sucking mommy

 

When I was growing up I always knew I would be a cock sucking mommy once I got older.  I’ve loved the feeling of a slippery slop snake sliding in and out of my supple lips and pounding deep in my throat from the very first time I was made to suck a solid stiffy.  I didn’t hesitate at all, the moment I saw that rock hard cock dripping dewy drops of pre-cum in my hands I was ready to get it in my gob and see what all of the hub-bub was about.  It was exhilarating!  As a young one, new experiences are always fantastical and exciting but knowing I was doing with the neighbor boy what mommy and daddy do with each other’s privates gave me a thrill I had never felt before.

We always played together but one day we were splashing around in the creek in my backyard when he suddenly stopped and looked me up and down like he had just noticed what a hot piece of ass I am right in that very moment.  He didn’t say anything as he reached out and started feeling my little bikini covered chest, squeezing and kneading with inexperienced curiosity.  I reached over and started stroking his pole through his shorts and his blue eyes rolled back in his head.  I pulled his primed prick out and it oozed liquid anticipation into my soft digits. 

With a giggle I got down on my knees in the shallow water and sucked his horny hog deep into my mouth, all the way back until he was tickling my tonsils.  He pumped three times, ramming further into my thirsty throat with each delectable drive.  That third thrust did it, though.  He blew such a thick and powerful load down my gullet with his barely used boner convulsing and tapping the top of my throat with each juicy eruption.  My gag reflex was, of course, still fully intact so I couldn’t help but to not only spew his entire deposit out all over his cock but the contents of my stomach along with it.  He apologized but I assured him there was no need.

I sucked his cock five more times that day and hundreds of times since then.  I can barely remember all of the boys I’ve blown through the years, but I guarantee they remember me.

 

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