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Chapter 88: Breeding the Queen
Tara shifted her position, guiding him to lie back on the bed. She positioned herself between his legs, her hands running up his thighs. The sight of his cock standing proud against his stomach made her mouth water... thick, veined, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the glistening head. She leaned forward, her breath hot against his sensitive skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her lips brushing the tip. “Mommy’s going to take such good care of you.”
She opened her mouth and took him in, her lips stretching around his girth. The taste of him filled her senses... salt and musk and something uniquely his. She moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp.
“Mommy,” he groaned, his hips lifting off the bed. “Your mouth feels so good.”
Tara worked him slowly, learning the shape of him, the weight. She used her tongue to explore the sensitive ridge where the head met the shaft, feeling him twitch in response. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
“Look at you,” she murmured when she pulled back, her lips glistening. “So big for mommy. Let’s see if you can fit all of it.”
She lowered her head again, taking him deeper. The thought flashed through her mind as she worked... this cock had been in Summer’s mouth, in Summer’s body. This was the same thick shaft that had stretched those pale lips, the same plum-colored head that Summer had worshipped in those photos. And now it was hers.
Tara felt a surge of triumph as she sucked him deeper. Summer might be younger, might have that perfect white skin, but she didn’t have this... didn’t have the experience, the skill, the absolute certainty of knowing exactly how to please a man.
She hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight seal around his shaft. Her tongue worked the sensitive underside, tracing the prominent vein that pulsed beneath her touch. Selvam’s hips bucked upward, a strangled groan escaping his throat.
“Mommy,” he gasped, his voice rough with need. “You’re so good at this,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. “I can’t... “
Tara pulled back, letting his cock slip from her lips with a wet pop. A strand of saliva stretched between her mouth and the glistening head before breaking. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire
“Don’t finish yet, baby,” she said, her voice dropping to that soft, maternal tone. “Mommy wants more of you.”
She took him in her mouth again, working him with renewed enthusiasm. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth. The taste of him filled her senses... salt and musk and something uniquely his. She moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp.
Selvam’s hips bucked upward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Tara gagged slightly, pulling back to catch her breath. Her lips were swollen, her chin wet with saliva.
Selvam’s hands suddenly gripped Tara’s hair with unexpected force. Before she could react, he was moving, sliding out of the bed with her mouth still wrapped around his cock. The sudden shift caught her completely off guard.
“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, authoritative rumble that vibrated through her entire body.
Tara’s eyes widened in shock as she found herself being positioned on her knees on the marble floor. The cold tile bit into her bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his cock still filling her mouth. She looked up, confused by this sudden change in dynamic.
“Daddy won’t cum that quickly, you slut,” Selvam said, the words hitting her like a physical blow.
Tara froze, her lips still stretched around his shaft. The word “slut” echoed in her ears, transforming the man before her into something entirely different from the gentle “Uncle” who had drunk so reverently from her breasts.
Selvam’s grip tightened in her hair, holding her head firmly in place as he began to thrust. The first powerful movement drove his cock deep into her throat, cutting off her air.
“Take it all,” he growled, his voice rough with dominance. “Like you wanted.”
Tara gasped around his length, her hands flying up to grip his thighs for balance. Her eyes watered as he set a brutal pace, using her mouth like it was his right. The contrast between this man and the one who had worshipped her breasts was dizzying.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. “Open wider.”
She tried to accommodate him, but her jaw ached from the stretch. The taste of him filled her senses... salt and musk and something primal that made her pussy clench with unexpected desire. She was wetter than she’d been in months, her thighs slick with her own arousal.
“Fuck,” Selvam growled, his voice rough with pleasure. “Your mouth feels so good.”
Tara shifted her position, guiding him to lie back on the bed. She positioned herself between his legs, her hands running up his thighs. The sight of his cock standing proud against his stomach made her mouth water... thick, veined, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the glistening head. She leaned forward, her breath hot against his sensitive skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her lips brushing the tip. “Mommy’s going to take such good care of you.”
She opened her mouth and took him in, her lips stretching around his girth. The taste of him filled her senses... salt and musk and something uniquely his. She moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp.
“Mommy,” he groaned, his hips lifting off the bed. “Your mouth feels so good.”
Tara worked him slowly, learning the shape of him, the weight. She used her tongue to explore the sensitive ridge where the head met the shaft, feeling him twitch in response. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
“Look at you,” she murmured when she pulled back, her lips glistening. “So big for mommy. Let’s see if you can fit all of it.”
She lowered her head again, taking him deeper. The thought flashed through her mind as she worked... this cock had been in Summer’s mouth, in Summer’s body. This was the same thick shaft that had stretched those pale lips, the same plum-colored head that Summer had worshipped in those photos. And now it was hers.
Tara felt a surge of triumph as she sucked him deeper. Summer might be younger, might have that perfect white skin, but she didn’t have this... didn’t have the experience, the skill, the absolute certainty of knowing exactly how to please a man.
She hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight seal around his shaft. Her tongue worked the sensitive underside, tracing the prominent vein that pulsed beneath her touch. Selvam’s hips bucked upward, a strangled groan escaping his throat.
“Mommy,” he gasped, his voice rough with need. “You’re so good at this,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. “I can’t... “
Tara pulled back, letting his cock slip from her lips with a wet pop. A strand of saliva stretched between her mouth and the glistening head before breaking. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire
“Don’t finish yet, baby,” she said, her voice dropping to that soft, maternal tone. “Mommy wants more of you.”
She took him in her mouth again, working him with renewed enthusiasm. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth. The taste of him filled her senses... salt and musk and something uniquely his. She moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp.
Selvam’s hips bucked upward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Tara gagged slightly, pulling back to catch her breath. Her lips were swollen, her chin wet with saliva.
Selvam’s hands suddenly gripped Tara’s hair with unexpected force. Before she could react, he was moving, sliding out of the bed with her mouth still wrapped around his cock. The sudden shift caught her completely off guard.
“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, authoritative rumble that vibrated through her entire body.
Tara’s eyes widened in shock as she found herself being positioned on her knees on the marble floor. The cold tile bit into her bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his cock still filling her mouth. She looked up, confused by this sudden change in dynamic.
“Daddy won’t cum that quickly, you slut,” Selvam said, the words hitting her like a physical blow.
Tara froze, her lips still stretched around his shaft. The word “slut” echoed in her ears, transforming the man before her into something entirely different from the gentle “Uncle” who had drunk so reverently from her breasts.
Selvam’s grip tightened in her hair, holding her head firmly in place as he began to thrust. The first powerful movement drove his cock deep into her throat, cutting off her air.
“Take it all,” he growled, his voice rough with dominance. “Like you wanted.”
Tara gasped around his length, her hands flying up to grip his thighs for balance. Her eyes watered as he set a brutal pace, using her mouth like it was his right. The contrast between this man and the one who had worshipped her breasts was dizzying.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. “Open wider.”
She tried to accommodate him, but her jaw ached from the stretch. The taste of him filled her senses... salt and musk and something primal that made her pussy clench with unexpected desire. She was wetter than she’d been in months, her thighs slick with her own arousal.
“Fuck,” Selvam growled, his voice rough with pleasure. “Your mouth feels so good.”
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