John Friday - Mom suck big ones

"Wh-what?"

"I said strip. You're going to try on uniforms, remember?" He flashed a leering grin that showed his yellowed and broken teeth. His breath smelled like sewer gas. But Angela didn't really start to cringe until she saw that Max was taking his clothes off too.

"I-I thought we were just going to try on uniforms," she said.

"First you're going to try this on," he told her, unlimbering a cock that wasn't fully hard yet but already over a foot long.

"Oooh, no!" Angela bolted for the door.

Max leaned back against it, a mountain of hairy man-flesh. Black curls covered all of his body except the top of his head, that gleamed bald like a fish bowl.

"Women who work for me have to know how to keep a man happy," he said.

"If it's a hooker you want, there must be plenty in this neighborhood," she replied coldly, starting to button her blouse again.

"Guess you don't need a job as much as you thought when you walked in," he remarked, eyes glimmering lewdly. "You think maybe your husband will take you back?"

Angela blanched. She'd hardly mentioned her husband, and nothing had been said about their breakup.

"There's a white line on the third finger of your left hand," Max said. "I know you just took your ring off, which has to mean a recent split."

"Going through a divorce doesn't make me a whore," Angela said, uncomfortable because his dark eyes seemed to be able to pierce right through to the depths of her soul.

"It doesn't make you prime stuff either. Why the hell else would you be looking for work in a dive like this?"

"I-I have a son to take care of," she said nervously.

"So, you take care of me, I'll take care of you, and then you can take care of him."

Angela tried to steel herself, drawing in a deep breath. "All right, I guess I don't have much choice."

"I don't figure you've got any. If you did, you wouldn't be here."

"Wh-what do you want me to do?"

"Strip naked and drop to your knees. You ever sucked a cock as big as mine?"

"I've never even seen a cock as big as yours!"

"Good, then you're in for a real treat. One of the fringe benefits here is three meals a day, and right now you are looking at breakfast, lunch and dinner. Chow down, lady."

Angela whimpered as she peeled off her clothes, feeling both anxious and terribly degraded at the same time. Part of her wanted to cry. The rest wanted to laugh because her son was so proud of his dominating cock. Danny's prick now seemed like a lollipop stick compared to what Max was fondly stroking hard for her.

"Please don't hurt me with it," she said as she sank to her knees.

She remembered how amusing Melinda's virgin queasiness was, and now she felt the same way or worse. Fully hard, Max had fourteen inches of meaty cock flesh pulsing with obscene desire.

And before she could think much about his monstrous proportions, he clasped his ham sized hands back of her head and forced his prick down her throat.

"Ungh! Aaaagh!" she gasped.

His sinking cock triggered her gag reflex, that instinctive mechanism meant to expel foreign bodies from the throat.

But nature could not have prepared any human to swallow fourteen inches of throbbing hot prick powered by a man who weighed close to three hundred pounds.

With his hands locked, fingers laced behind her head, Angela had no choice but to take it, gagging or not.

He loved her wild wrenching contractions. Max hadn't met a woman yet who didn't gag on his giant cock the first time. And that was always the best. Even those that thought they were accomplished cocksuckers suffered when he filled their throats with all his hot meat.

Angela felt dizzy, her brain starved for oxygen. She couldn't draw a breath when his cock was deep inside her, and not much when he pulled back between spearing thrusts.

Her mind in a foggy state, of disarray, she wondered if Danny had any idea what she went through for him. Or if she would even have the courage to tell him about his latest misadventure. He would feel humbled and perhaps never want her again if he knew she'd been forced to take in a cock thicker and longer than his.

Mental anguish added to the torment of having her throat fucked full to the bursting point. She rasped sounds of extreme distress. Her whole ripe body quaked. Her throat heaved in spasms, it was agony, and yet it was delight at the same time.

Danny had become so demanding, so insensitive to her needs. Max and his lewd desires seemed hardly a step beyond. And he didn't demand that she wait on him… only on the paying customers. For that she would receive a salary, and all the tips her luscious tits could attract.

Max reached down to squeeze her creamy bit tit mounds.

Angela was sucking happily now, enjoying rather than resisting her gagging torment. Finding pleasure where there had been only pain made his giant cock glide more smoothly.

She rippled her throat muscles in rolling waves of affection now. Her tongue flicked anxiously, her lip sucked hard when he drew back.

"Hhhaaa, you do know how to make a man happy," Max said in a tone of high praise. "The man who left you should have his fucking bead examined."

He squeezed her tits, moaning as her large nipples swelled aching hard beneath his whirling thumb tips.

Angela was now glad that her throat was gorged with hot prick so she wouldn't have to make any kind of reply.

She doubted that even lewd Max would understand or condone her incestuous relationship with her son. Nor did she think that any man could understand the love-hate relationship that had developed so quickly between them.

Danny's unsympathetic demands were worse than those of marriage. She enjoyed taking in a cock bigger and better than his just for spite. And, when she got home, she was determined to regain control of her life, not remain her thankless son's humble sex slave.

She moaned sounds of pleasure between throat-filling thrusts. She hoped that Max's cock would not remain deep in her throat so long that she strangled. That worry made her throat wrench violently and, the contractions delighted him.

"You love it, don't you?" Max said with a beaming grin.

She groaned, trying to nod her head.

"So let me feel your lips and tongue move," Max demanded.

Angela tried, sighing in frustration. The thickness of his cock strained her mouth and filled it so much that she found it hard to move any part other face.

"That's a little better," he growled. "Keep it up and tease my balls with your hands. I want to give you a big load of cum!"

She worried about that, wondering if she could go without breathing long enough to swallow it all. Max had a pair of balls bigger than hen's eggs hanging in a hairy sac of flesh.

Angela stroked his balls timidly with her fingertips, working them gently, feeling the vibrant stir of his steaming hot jism. He grunted sounds of fierce delight, holding her head while he fucked her face mercilessly.

Her throat rippled and squeezed tighter as her fears increased. Max liked that. His huge body strained, breath rasping, his balls heaving with their heavy load.

"Take it, bitch! Take it all!" He rammed his giant cock to the root and ground his wiry mat of cock hair against her lips.

Angela's eyes bulged and she saw stars when his prick surged in her throat and let go. Cum jetted in spurts so fast that it seemed like a steady stream. It shot deep and she tried to swallow, but the size of his prick made that almost impossible.

Silver-white cum backed up in her throat, flooding around the pulsating shaft of his cock. She felt it rising like flood water, a force that she was powerless to cope with or resist. Cum filled her mouth and puffed her cheeks, bubbling out to gloss her lips.