When Mom Cums To Visit(2)

I could see the telling outline of a lengthy and rotund pecker swinging heavily in the shadow of its owner's tight, muscular body as he drew closer to my bed. The enormity of the swinging cock had me mesmerized and I felt helpless as his boogeyman-sized monster zeroed in on me. I was still snuggled in the sheets and yes, my mouth was still open.

The moonlight bounced off of Mitch's face revealing a sinister smirk. “Are you gonna suck my dick like you did Stevie's and Matt's? They both said they had never been sucked off like that before. I thought I was your favorite. You went down on them and won't do the same for me? I'm so sad. Will you make me happy too?”

It was like a villainous monologue and I was the hero struggling to be good. He grabbed his swinging meat by its base and swung it slowly up and down in the air. He planted himself completely over me and swept his dick all across my face. He tapped me on my cheeks with it and then slid it down from my forehead to my chin.