Question 2

She wipes the last of your cum from her fingers, and flips the spiral notebook to the next line.

“Question two,” she says, voice calm and low. “Why does she keep doing this?”

She turns fully toward you on the couch, still completely naked except for the gold chain, one leg folded under her so her bare pussy is visible against the cushion. Her heavy tits sit full and close, the gold chain resting between them.

“You’ve written it a dozen different ways. Why the videos. Why the constant questions. Why keep sending you thicker and thicker black cocks. Why film it on your bed. Why offer to be your guide instead of just stopping. So we’re going to answer it the same way we answered the first one—out loud, while you’re still sticky and hard from itting what actually turns you on.”

She reaches down and wraps her hand around your sensitive cock again, not stroking yet, just holding it in a loose, possessive grip so you can’t ignore how small it feels in her fingers.

“I keep doing this because it works. Because every time I send you another thick black cock stretching me open and painting my tits, you get hard. You stroke. You cum. You answer when I ask which one was hottest. You came home with a notebook full of questions instead of staying away. That tells me everything I need to know.”

Her thumb brushes the head of your cock, spreading the leftover mess.

“I keep doing it because watching you squirm and leak and hate how much you love it is the hottest part of the content for me. The fans tip for the BBC. They tip for the loads on my chest. But I make these videos with you in mind. I look at the camera and say ‘baby’ for you. I fuck them on your sheets for you. I keep the chain on so you always know it’s me. And every time you open the next message, you prove I was right to keep going.”

She starts stroking you slowly again, tight and deliberate, while the muted porn on the TV keeps showing thick black cocks next to much smaller white ones.

“Say it back to me. Why does Mommy keep doing this?”

Your voice comes out rough.

“Because it works on me. Because I keep getting hard and watching and cumming to it. Because you like watching me stay small and obsessed while you take bigger cocks.”

“That’s right.” She leans in closer so her tits brush your arm and her breath hits your ear. “I keep doing it because you’re my little cuck son who can’t stop participating, and Mommy has no reason to stop giving you exactly what makes that tiny dick throb. The more you write questions about it, the more videos you get. The more you it it turns you on, the deeper we go.”

Her hand speeds up. The dirty talk stays locked on the second question.

“I filmed that thick black cock pounding me on your bed and covering my tits because I knew you’d watch it over and over. I offered to be your guide because I knew you’d say yes. I keep doing all of it because every shameful reaction you have is proof that this is working exactly the way I want it to. You’re going to cum again right now itting that.”

She tightens her fist and strokes you with short, merciless twists, her naked body pressed against your side, the gold chain dragging across your skin.

“Cum for Mommy while you accept the answer. I keep doing this because you love it, because it keeps you small and hard and coming back, and because I enjoy turning my own son into the perfect baby-dick audience for every big black cock I take.”

The combination of her words, her fist, and the still-playing comparison porn pushes you over the edge again. You cum hard across her fingers and your own stomach, a broken sound leaving your throat while she milks every pulse out of you. She keeps stroking until you’re twitching, then lifts her hand and makes you watch while she licks your cum off her fingers one more time.

She writes a short note beside question two in the notebook, then looks at you with that same soft, filthy smile.

“Question two is answered. I keep doing this because it works on you… and because I like it. Ready for the next one whenever you catch your breath, baby. Mommy’s not done guiding you