“But you are,” I breathed at him. “You are enjoying it. You absolutely love having Mommy’s breasts rubbed in your face. It turns you on, doesn’t it? Feel how hard and throbbing your little twelve year-old p***s is?”
“Ooooooohhhhh,” he moaned in affirmation. “Oh, it hurts!”
“Yeeeeeeeeesssssssss,” I hissed at him. “You are in pain. You are also so ashamed, aren’t you? You’re so inextricably ashamed and aroused by the feel of your mother’s breasts pressing against your face. And now you’re going to make it so much worse. Suckle me, Boy. Suck on your Mommy’s big n*****s!”
I stopped grinding them against his face and pushed one of my large, conical, already erect n*****s up against his lips.
Tears were leaking from Boy’s eyes, and he whimpered miserably at the conflict raging within him. Bu
