Jon smiled as he hurriedly went about his business. “That’s what you are. It was an absurdly large hotdog for so small a bun. It was hard enough being tempted by the lovely satin of his costume brushing against his cock all day. It’s time for your punishment.”
He looked at her anxiously. Brenda pushed her hand into his face, plastering the cum all over. Or I’ll beat that ass red.”
The line went dead and Jon placed the phone back in its base. He loved getting his behind blistered. Saliva and pre-cum ran from his stretched-wide lips and drooling nostrils as she throat fucked her son into blissful submission.*GLOP GLOP GLOP GLOP GLORM GLORM GLORM GLORM*
“NNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Brenda grunted as her seed propelled into her bitch-made femboy. Within seconds, her fat scrotum was pushed up against his chin. Maybe if he performed well throughout the night, she’d let him cum before putting him to bed. His stocking laced knees became raw on the floor and his back was slumped forward awkwardly, but his hunger for Mommy’s creamy sludge was greater than any discomfort she might visit upon him.
