Mom's Secret - part 3
AUTHOR:- UNKNOWN
"Remember what I told you about watching each other pee?" she asked.
"That it shows trust," I replied.
"Right," she said, "because you feel so vulnerable while peeing or . . . well, *******, it shows trust that you would allow your partner to witness you in that state of vulnerability."
"OK," I said.
"Anal sex is the same way," she explained. "Allowing a person to enter the most sensitive part of your entire body is an act of trust. You show that you trust the other person enough to open yourself completely. So, before we can begin, I need to know that you trust me enough to let me penetrate you."
"I do trust you, Mom," I said.
"You swear?"
"Are you going to make me shit in front of you to prove I trust you?" I asked.
"Brendan!" she exclaimed, startled by my swear. "No, I'm not going to do that. Your promise is enough."
"I promise I trust you."
"Good," she said. "Now this is how it's going to work: I'll show you something to demonstrate how it's done and then you do the same to me for real."
"Gotcha," I said.
"Now roll over on to your stomach, sweetie," Mom said, "I'm going to eat out your butthole."
I happily flipped over on to my stomach. Of all the things Mom had left to teach me, this was one of the things I looked forward to the most. I'd always been turned on by images or videos of analingus and had fantasized about giving and receiving it many times. Of course, my own mom was never the person I fantasized about doing it WITH but who better to teach me?
As I lay on my stomach, Mom grabbed the hem of my boxer shorts, and pulled them off me. Then she spread my legs apart until my ass was a fully-exposed target, directly in her sights. She scooted forward on her knees and ran her hands up and down the backs of my thighs, each time moving a little farther up my leg until her fingertips brushed the flesh of my butt.
"I've always thought you had a cute butt," she said.
"Mom," I said, feigning indignance. "You shouldn't be checking out my butt."
"Give me a break," she said. "You think I never noticed you checking out my ass or my boobs before?"
"I never . . ." I tried to protest but, when I really thought about it, I checked her out more than I was willing to admit to myself before our ********** relationship had begun. Perhaps I had done it on an unconscious level but I did it nonetheless.
"What else did you think about?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"Did you ever imagine me squeezing your cute, tight butt?" As she asked this, she began doing it. Her hands gently worked the flesh of my rear end like a bread-maker kneading dough. An involuntary shudder of pleasure ran through my body at her touch.
"Did you ever imagine my lips kissing you back there?" As before, she didn't wait for an answer, but instead leaned forward and planted a kiss directly on the center of my left buttcheek. It wasn't just a quick peck but a deep, loving kiss. I could ever feel her tongue running along the goosebumped skin. She began planting kisses all over my entire ass, wherever she wasn't massaging.
"Did you ever imagine my fingers, all wet and slippery, sliding into you?" She popped a finger in her mouth and then spread my cheeks with her other hand. The tip of her fingernails touched my tense asshole and I flinched a little. After giving me a moment to calm down, my mom began pushing her finger inside my ass. At first, it only hurt, but as her long, slender finger passed my reluctant sphincter, I began to find the pleasure behind the pain.
"Did you ever imagine your mommy sucking your sweet, little asshole?"
"Please stop teasing . . ." I begged.
"Did you ever want to fuck your mommy?" she asked.
"No, I . . ."
"Don't lie to your mother. Now tell me. Did you want to fuck me?"
"Yes," I confessed. "I wanted to fuck you. Please lick it. I can't take it . . ."
"That's my good boy," she said. Then she leaned over me, pressing her semi-rigid cock against my ass, and whispered into my ear. "I always wanted to fuck you too."
With a giggle, Mom moved on to her hands and knees, once again between my legs. She leaned over my ass and began kissing the base of my spine, then working down, until I could feel her breath against my ass crack. She grabbed the flesh with both hands and spread my cheeks apart. She leaned in closer and blew on my hole, making it pucker involuntarily. I was almost crying with anticipation when she finally began.
I felt Mom's warm, wet tongue as it glided over my asshole, lubricating it. She repeated it several times until I could feel saliva running down my crack and over the back of my balls. Once I was wet, she began probing my asshole gently with her tongue, pushing it in only a fraction of an inch each time. Soon, as I became more loose, she went deeper with her tongue. Then she began using her fingers as well. She would insert a finger into my ass as she licked the rim around it, sometimes pausing to kiss my butt or lick my scrotum.
It continued for . . . how long? I don't know. It felt like hours but even hours weren't enough. Being eaten out by my own mother was an experience I wanted to enjoy for the rest of my life. I had no doubt Heaven would be like this.
"It's your turn to do me," she finally said.
"Already?" I half-asked/half-whined.
"Come on, baby," she said. "You have to learn how to do it too."
I finally gave in. I sat up and turned to face her. She smiled and we began to kiss. As we did, I reached under her robe, and took her thigh cock in my hand. I began to stroke it gently as our tongues meshed in our mouths. For some reason, knowing where her tongue had just been made the kissing all the more erotic. We were crossing every line, breaking every taboo, and had no thoughts of going back.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"I am," I answered.
"What position do you want me in? On my hands and knees? Or on my stomach like you were? Or I could even sit on your face if you wanted."
"On your hands and knees," I said, grinning.
With a grin of her own, my mom moved into position. She got into a doggystyle stance with her ass pointed directly at me, then reached behind her with one hand, and pulled the bottom hem of the bathrobe up, presenting her ass to me. My eyes took in every detail, from the soft skin of her butt cheeks, to the bright, pink hole between them, to the huge package hanging down between her thighs.
"So what do I . . . how do I get started?" I asked.
"You have to lick it first," she said, "to get it lubricated."
"Will it taste bad?" I asked.
"Of course not, silly," she told me. "I'm a very clean woman."
"You're the dirtiest girl I know," I told her. Mom laughed.
The room was silent. My mom was waiting for me to begin, but this was so unlike anything I had done before that I had no frame of reference for what I was about to do. It took me a moment to get my bearings and remember that, yes, this is what I wanted. I moved on to my hands and knees and crawled over to Mom until her ass was directly in front of my face. I sucked on my tongue to get it wet and then slowly, nervously, slipped my tongue into the crack of her ass and dragged it over her pulsing hole. She sighed as my hot spit coated her anus.
"That's perfect, sweetie," she said. "Do it some more."
I took another breath and licked my mom's asshole a second time. Like she had promised, it didn't taste bad at all. Actually, I kind of liked it. After I made that revelation, I began licking with more gusto, lapping hungrily at Mom's pristine butthole. She alternated between sighs of delight, moans of pleasure, groans of *******, and giggles of amusement as I tantalized her most forbidden orafice.
"Now put your middle and forefinger inside," she said. "Just shove them in and wiggle them around."
"Both of them?" I asked.
"Don't worry, baby," she reassured me. "I can take it."
I sucked on my two fingers until they were coated with saliva, the way my mom had done for me, and then pressed the tips of my fingers against her rectum. Her hole widened instantly, as if on command, and I slid my fingers inside. I met with resistance at the sphincter but kept on pushing until my fingers were in her up to the knuckles. Then I began moving them around in a circle.
"Now lick it while you do that," Mom instructed.
It was tricky at first, to fit my face into that small space with my hand, but I finally worked out a good position. While my fingers penetrated her, pumping in and out rhythmically, I constantly moved my tongue in a circle around my fingers, stimulating the rubbery skin of her anus. Occasionally, I would focus on other areas, as she had done. But, at one point, I became a little too interested in sucking her nuts, and she scolded me for not paying attention. A couple seconds of licking quickly brightened her mood, though.
I thought RECEIVING a rimjob had been great but GIVING one was even better. Every time my mom squirmed or wriggled or thrashed in response to the pleasure she was feeling because of my performance, I couldn't help but get hotter and hotter. My dick was painfully erect and ready to cum when Mom finally stopped me.
"That's enough, sweetheart," she said.
"Alright," I said reluctantly, and moved to an upright kneeling position. She turned until she was facing me and knelt upright as well. She looked at me with an expression of deep love and devotion. I tried to keep a straight face but couldn't help but giggle. Somewhat incensed, Mom asked me what was so funny. I pointed out that her now fully erect cock was poking out from between the folds of her bathrobe.
"Brendan!" she exclaimed.
"It's your fault, not mine!" I said.
"I thought we were having a nice, mother-son moment, and then you go and giggle."
"I'd say we've had plenty of nice, mother-son moments over the past twenty-four hours."
"Well, yeah, I can't deny that."
* * *
"So . . ." I said after a moment of silence. "What's the next lesson?"
"I think you know what it is, big boy," Mom replied, smiling.
"Anal sex with Mom 101?"
"Right on the money, honey. If that's what you want, I mean."
"I do. So bad, it hurts. But first, you gotta lose that robe."
Mom looked down at the bathrobe she was wearing. Then her hands moved to the **** of the cord which held it together. She carefully untied the **** and moved the two ends of the cord aside. She slowly parted the fabric, revealing her D-cup breasts, her flat and toned stomach, her ten-inch erect cock, and her egg-sized testicles in their pink pouch. Despite all that Mom and I had done together recently, I was still stunned by her beauty.
"I love the way you look at me," she whispered.
"Why?" I asked.
"It makes me feel so sexy," she said. "I haven't had a man look at me that way in a long time."
"We shouldn't have waited this long."
"No, we shouldn't have. But let's not worry about that. Let's just make the best of it. Now lay on your side."
As Mom had ordered, I lay on my right side, leaning my head against my hand. My mom, now with her robe completely discarded, lay down beside me in the same position. We were in a spooning position with her directly behind me. As she moved into position, our bodies locked together, and I could feel the shaft of her cock running parallel to the crack of my ass. Likewise, I could feel her huge breasts pressing against my back, the nipples poking me. For a few minutes, we simply lay in that position, satisfied with the intimacy of it. Mom kissed my neck softly and nibbled at my ear. I ran my left hand up and down her long, smooth thighs.
"Are you ready?" she asked, whispering into my ear.
"Yes," I replied.
"It's going to hurt at first, so I need you to be brave, but remember that I won't give you more than you can handle.
"I trust you, Mama," I told her.
"Thank you, Brendan. Now just lie still. I need to loosen you up a bit first. Give me some spit."
Mom reached over and presented her middle and forefinger to me. I sucked them into my mouth until they were wet, then she drew them back out again. Her hand deftly moved from my face to my butt and I could feel the fingers prying me open. As before, she gently inserted her fingers into my waiting hole, slowly at first but then harder once she was inside. It didn't hurt as much as before. Apparently, I was still pretty loose from the earlier finger fucking.
Soon, she was finished, and withdrew her fingers from my anus. She took her enormous cock in her hand and positioned the head between my ass cheeks. (In fact, Mom's dick was so larger that she had to move her hips away from me just to make room.) She reached under the pillow with her free hand and removed a bottle of KY Jelly which she proceeded to squeeze directly on to her love muscle. Once it was fully lubricated, she gave me one last kiss on the cheek, and began to enter me.
At first, the pain was intense. Her fingers had been one thing, but her cock was like the bottom end of a baseball bat. I simply wasn't prepared for the feeling of ten inches of hot, hard meat penetrating my bowels. She moved quickly, however, and once the tip of her cock was past my sphincter, the pain diminished considerably. From years of experience, she knew that the first few inches are the most painful, and to get them inside as speedily as possible. Once she was inside, it was simply a matter of easing the other seven or eight inches of her girly dick inside me. Once it was in all the way, she stopped, and let me get used to the feeling of her inside me.
"Anal sex," she said, "is all about power. Now that I've got my cock in you, I have all the power. Before I entered you, the power was yours, to say yes or say no. The greatest love a person can show to another person is to willingly give up that power and let themselves be penetrated in the most sensitive and tightest hole on their body. When I enter you, it all changes. My penis is in your ass and I am in complete dominance."
She slowly began to withdraw her organ from inside me, pulling out about seven inches, stopping just before her cock head reached my sphincter - the danger zone, so to speak. Again, she moved back inside me, this time more easily than before. She repeated this process many ten or twelve times, each thrust becoming harder, but sliding into me more easily. Tears fell from my eyes but they were a purely physical response to the aching in my body. There was no sadness or regret in my tears.
At long last, my mom really began to fuck me. In and out, in and out, she thrust her incredible dick inside her son's virgin ass, deflowering me, making me a man and a woman all at the same time. I tried to speak, to vocalize the intense, wonderful feeling she was giving me, but I could only create guttural moans. Our bodies fell into sync and I began pushing my ass against her crotch even as she plunged her shaft into me. The friction was intense and the heat inside me was rejuvenating. It spread its blessed warmth throughout my entire body. Everything seemed brighter and more beautiful. I turned my head to face Mom and opened my mouth, offering her my tongue. She eagerly accepted and sucked voraciously at it while she continued pummeling my hungry bottom.
"You're much looser now," she said, after we broke the kiss. She was panting heavily now but still continued the lesson despite her physical exertion. "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it? Now it's feeling good. But, the thing is, no matter how good it feels to you right now, I can promise it feels a thousand times better to me. The power is back in your hands once again. If you tell me to stop, I will have to end this pleasure before my orgasm comes, and a little piece of myself will die. Do you want me to stop, Brendan? Do you want to take the power back?"
"Don't stop, Mommy," I pleaded. "Don't ever stop."
"I'm going to cum soon, baby," she whispered.
"No. Please."
"I have to. Here it comes . . ." She had lost control of her body. Every ounce of energy she had was poured into fucking me. Every muscle in her body was put to this one task. She was still speaking, but her words were mixed with grunts and screams of rapturous pleasure. "Here it comes . . . oh sweetie, tell me how much you love me!"
"I love you, Mommy, with all my heart and soul!"
"Tell me again!"
"I love you, Mommy! I love you!"
"Oh God, baby, I love you too! Mommy loves you . . . so . . . much . . ."
Her words trailed off as she broke into a shuddering cry and rammed her cock deeper inside me than I thought possible. I was amazed to find myself crying out with her. I came to believe at that moment, and still believe to this day, that when that moment of orgasm hits between two people who truly love one another, their souls temporarily become one.
Finally, she exploded within me, and I could feel burning hot liquid splashing against the insides of my bowels. Mom thrust in again and another wave of her precious semen surged into me. She thrust a third time and I could feel as she jizz was forced out of my ass, around her shaft. My body simply couldn't take any more of it. Still, Mom kept at it, until her body gave out at last. Then she collapsed on her back, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she fought to catch her breath. I looked at her cock which was gradually becoming limp again. A trail of white semen, as pure white as the snow falling outside our house, dripped from her cock hole down her scrotum. Eagerly, I leaned over, and lapped it up. Mom placed a hand on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair as I did so. When she was clean again, I cuddled up against her, with my face resting on her breast.
"How was it?" I asked.
"I think that ties my wedding night for the best orgasm I've ever had," she replied.
"Thank you," I said.
"No, thank you, honey."
"So who has the power now?"
"I do. I'm your mother. Your mother always has power over you."
"You big meanie," I said, laughing. She giggled.
"Do you want to get cleaned up or something?" she asked.
"No, I'm good."
"But you're all full of . . ."
"I know. I like it that way."
"Suit yourself."
We lay together in that position for a while, content and happy in the silence. Mom needed time to recharge and I needed time to recuperate. My legs felt like strings of wet spagetti. So, I lay there quietly, enjoying the sensation of my mother's warm semen coating the inside of my colon. The only sadness I felt was knowing that I could never be the same again after this experience. I would never stop wanting to feel this way. My mother's sex was a drug and I was addicted.
"Brendan?" Mom finally said.
"Yes, mother?"
"Your little buddy looks like he's ready to go."
"He is. But I can wait, if you need more time."
"It's time to finish the lesson. What position do you want me in?"
"On your back, I think. I want to look you in the eye while we make love."
"That's beautiful, sweetheart."
"So are you."
"Come on. It's time for you to fuck your mother."
I finally broke away from her. I moved to a kneeling position with my mouth not far from her face. I told her I needed some lubrication, but my mouth was a little dry. Happy to oblige, Mom opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and swallowed my cock, coating every inch of it with her spit. Once she was done, I pulled it out, and she let go a little reluctantly, but then smiled up sweetly.
I moved into position between her legs, spreading them apart, and placing one ankle on each of my shoulders like I had seen in porn movies. I took a moment to admire the splendor of my mother's body, laid out before me. Her penis was lying flat against her stomach with the underside facing up. Her nutsack drooped down low. She bit on her thumbnail, a nervous habit, as she looked up at me. I finally took my eyes away from her flawless form and kissed her right ankle, then moved slowly down her leg, kissing every inch, until I came to her delicious cock. I licked her shaft all the way up and down before proceeding to her left leg and giving it the same treatment as the right, in reverse.
"Now show Mommy what you've learned," she said.
"The KY Jelly?" I asked.
"I don't need it," she said. "Besides, I prefer it the natural way."
Who was I to argue with nature? With one hand, I moved her scrotum out of the way. With the other, I guided my dick towards her asshole. I pressed the tip against the hole and it felt tight. Then, all of a sudden, the hole seemed to open and my penis head was sucked in almost before I realized what was happening. I came to the realization that Mom could open and close her ass at will, probably a trick she leaned from years of anal sex.
I imitated my mom's behavior and quickly pushed my way past her sphincter. Despite her experience, I saw her wince and bite her lip as my cock pushed past the tightest spot. Once it was inside, however, she visible relaxed, and began breathing normally. Nothing had prepared me for how good the inside of her ass would feel as the slick, wet walls wrapped themselves around my shaft and began massaging my penis. Another trick my mom had up her sleeve.
Beyond the physical pleasure I was receiving (and it was more than I can possibly describe) was the mental, emotional, and spiritual pleasure I was feeling. I had never felt more alive, more complete, and closer to some force of pure love that you can call God or anything else you want. All I know was that I felt its touch that night as Mom willingly gave her power over to me. Lying on her back, her legs wide open, she was in a position of complete servitude and submission.
"Don't be afraid, darling," she whispered. "Make your mama proud."
Gripping her thighs, I pushed myself in as far as I could, and then slowly withdrew. I wasn't as adept as my mom, so I had to watch her face to gauge how I was doing. When I saw her grimace in pain again, I knew I had pulled out too far. I made a mental note of it and pushed back inside. The next time I pulled out, I could stop before I hit the danger zone. Mom sighed blissfully and smiled at me with the radiance of an angel.
At last, I began making love to her in earnest. I moved my hips forward and backward faster and faster, until I developed a steady rhythm. Mom fell into sync with it, as I had done before when she was fucking me, and we moved as one person. She closed her eyes and tucked her arms behind her head, moaning luxuriously as the well-trained muscles of her sphincter tightened and loosened around the skin of my cock, sometimes so tightly that I felt I would never get it out again (not that I minded.)
I wanted the experience to last as long as possible. I wanted to spend hours this way. Sadly, I was far too worked up from the day's events, and there was no wa
"Remember what I told you about watching each other pee?" she asked.
"That it shows trust," I replied.
"Right," she said, "because you feel so vulnerable while peeing or . . . well, *******, it shows trust that you would allow your partner to witness you in that state of vulnerability."
"OK," I said.
"Anal sex is the same way," she explained. "Allowing a person to enter the most sensitive part of your entire body is an act of trust. You show that you trust the other person enough to open yourself completely. So, before we can begin, I need to know that you trust me enough to let me penetrate you."
"I do trust you, Mom," I said.
"You swear?"
"Are you going to make me shit in front of you to prove I trust you?" I asked.
"Brendan!" she exclaimed, startled by my swear. "No, I'm not going to do that. Your promise is enough."
"I promise I trust you."
"Good," she said. "Now this is how it's going to work: I'll show you something to demonstrate how it's done and then you do the same to me for real."
"Gotcha," I said.
"Now roll over on to your stomach, sweetie," Mom said, "I'm going to eat out your butthole."
I happily flipped over on to my stomach. Of all the things Mom had left to teach me, this was one of the things I looked forward to the most. I'd always been turned on by images or videos of analingus and had fantasized about giving and receiving it many times. Of course, my own mom was never the person I fantasized about doing it WITH but who better to teach me?
As I lay on my stomach, Mom grabbed the hem of my boxer shorts, and pulled them off me. Then she spread my legs apart until my ass was a fully-exposed target, directly in her sights. She scooted forward on her knees and ran her hands up and down the backs of my thighs, each time moving a little farther up my leg until her fingertips brushed the flesh of my butt.
"I've always thought you had a cute butt," she said.
"Mom," I said, feigning indignance. "You shouldn't be checking out my butt."
"Give me a break," she said. "You think I never noticed you checking out my ass or my boobs before?"
"I never . . ." I tried to protest but, when I really thought about it, I checked her out more than I was willing to admit to myself before our ********** relationship had begun. Perhaps I had done it on an unconscious level but I did it nonetheless.
"What else did you think about?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"Did you ever imagine me squeezing your cute, tight butt?" As she asked this, she began doing it. Her hands gently worked the flesh of my rear end like a bread-maker kneading dough. An involuntary shudder of pleasure ran through my body at her touch.
"Did you ever imagine my lips kissing you back there?" As before, she didn't wait for an answer, but instead leaned forward and planted a kiss directly on the center of my left buttcheek. It wasn't just a quick peck but a deep, loving kiss. I could ever feel her tongue running along the goosebumped skin. She began planting kisses all over my entire ass, wherever she wasn't massaging.
"Did you ever imagine my fingers, all wet and slippery, sliding into you?" She popped a finger in her mouth and then spread my cheeks with her other hand. The tip of her fingernails touched my tense asshole and I flinched a little. After giving me a moment to calm down, my mom began pushing her finger inside my ass. At first, it only hurt, but as her long, slender finger passed my reluctant sphincter, I began to find the pleasure behind the pain.
"Did you ever imagine your mommy sucking your sweet, little asshole?"
"Please stop teasing . . ." I begged.
"Did you ever want to fuck your mommy?" she asked.
"No, I . . ."
"Don't lie to your mother. Now tell me. Did you want to fuck me?"
"Yes," I confessed. "I wanted to fuck you. Please lick it. I can't take it . . ."
"That's my good boy," she said. Then she leaned over me, pressing her semi-rigid cock against my ass, and whispered into my ear. "I always wanted to fuck you too."
With a giggle, Mom moved on to her hands and knees, once again between my legs. She leaned over my ass and began kissing the base of my spine, then working down, until I could feel her breath against my ass crack. She grabbed the flesh with both hands and spread my cheeks apart. She leaned in closer and blew on my hole, making it pucker involuntarily. I was almost crying with anticipation when she finally began.
I felt Mom's warm, wet tongue as it glided over my asshole, lubricating it. She repeated it several times until I could feel saliva running down my crack and over the back of my balls. Once I was wet, she began probing my asshole gently with her tongue, pushing it in only a fraction of an inch each time. Soon, as I became more loose, she went deeper with her tongue. Then she began using her fingers as well. She would insert a finger into my ass as she licked the rim around it, sometimes pausing to kiss my butt or lick my scrotum.
It continued for . . . how long? I don't know. It felt like hours but even hours weren't enough. Being eaten out by my own mother was an experience I wanted to enjoy for the rest of my life. I had no doubt Heaven would be like this.
"It's your turn to do me," she finally said.
"Already?" I half-asked/half-whined.
"Come on, baby," she said. "You have to learn how to do it too."
I finally gave in. I sat up and turned to face her. She smiled and we began to kiss. As we did, I reached under her robe, and took her thigh cock in my hand. I began to stroke it gently as our tongues meshed in our mouths. For some reason, knowing where her tongue had just been made the kissing all the more erotic. We were crossing every line, breaking every taboo, and had no thoughts of going back.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"I am," I answered.
"What position do you want me in? On my hands and knees? Or on my stomach like you were? Or I could even sit on your face if you wanted."
"On your hands and knees," I said, grinning.
With a grin of her own, my mom moved into position. She got into a doggystyle stance with her ass pointed directly at me, then reached behind her with one hand, and pulled the bottom hem of the bathrobe up, presenting her ass to me. My eyes took in every detail, from the soft skin of her butt cheeks, to the bright, pink hole between them, to the huge package hanging down between her thighs.
"So what do I . . . how do I get started?" I asked.
"You have to lick it first," she said, "to get it lubricated."
"Will it taste bad?" I asked.
"Of course not, silly," she told me. "I'm a very clean woman."
"You're the dirtiest girl I know," I told her. Mom laughed.
The room was silent. My mom was waiting for me to begin, but this was so unlike anything I had done before that I had no frame of reference for what I was about to do. It took me a moment to get my bearings and remember that, yes, this is what I wanted. I moved on to my hands and knees and crawled over to Mom until her ass was directly in front of my face. I sucked on my tongue to get it wet and then slowly, nervously, slipped my tongue into the crack of her ass and dragged it over her pulsing hole. She sighed as my hot spit coated her anus.
"That's perfect, sweetie," she said. "Do it some more."
I took another breath and licked my mom's asshole a second time. Like she had promised, it didn't taste bad at all. Actually, I kind of liked it. After I made that revelation, I began licking with more gusto, lapping hungrily at Mom's pristine butthole. She alternated between sighs of delight, moans of pleasure, groans of *******, and giggles of amusement as I tantalized her most forbidden orafice.
"Now put your middle and forefinger inside," she said. "Just shove them in and wiggle them around."
"Both of them?" I asked.
"Don't worry, baby," she reassured me. "I can take it."
I sucked on my two fingers until they were coated with saliva, the way my mom had done for me, and then pressed the tips of my fingers against her rectum. Her hole widened instantly, as if on command, and I slid my fingers inside. I met with resistance at the sphincter but kept on pushing until my fingers were in her up to the knuckles. Then I began moving them around in a circle.
"Now lick it while you do that," Mom instructed.
It was tricky at first, to fit my face into that small space with my hand, but I finally worked out a good position. While my fingers penetrated her, pumping in and out rhythmically, I constantly moved my tongue in a circle around my fingers, stimulating the rubbery skin of her anus. Occasionally, I would focus on other areas, as she had done. But, at one point, I became a little too interested in sucking her nuts, and she scolded me for not paying attention. A couple seconds of licking quickly brightened her mood, though.
I thought RECEIVING a rimjob had been great but GIVING one was even better. Every time my mom squirmed or wriggled or thrashed in response to the pleasure she was feeling because of my performance, I couldn't help but get hotter and hotter. My dick was painfully erect and ready to cum when Mom finally stopped me.
"That's enough, sweetheart," she said.
"Alright," I said reluctantly, and moved to an upright kneeling position. She turned until she was facing me and knelt upright as well. She looked at me with an expression of deep love and devotion. I tried to keep a straight face but couldn't help but giggle. Somewhat incensed, Mom asked me what was so funny. I pointed out that her now fully erect cock was poking out from between the folds of her bathrobe.
"Brendan!" she exclaimed.
"It's your fault, not mine!" I said.
"I thought we were having a nice, mother-son moment, and then you go and giggle."
"I'd say we've had plenty of nice, mother-son moments over the past twenty-four hours."
"Well, yeah, I can't deny that."
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"So . . ." I said after a moment of silence. "What's the next lesson?"
"I think you know what it is, big boy," Mom replied, smiling.
"Anal sex with Mom 101?"
"Right on the money, honey. If that's what you want, I mean."
"I do. So bad, it hurts. But first, you gotta lose that robe."
Mom looked down at the bathrobe she was wearing. Then her hands moved to the **** of the cord which held it together. She carefully untied the **** and moved the two ends of the cord aside. She slowly parted the fabric, revealing her D-cup breasts, her flat and toned stomach, her ten-inch erect cock, and her egg-sized testicles in their pink pouch. Despite all that Mom and I had done together recently, I was still stunned by her beauty.
"I love the way you look at me," she whispered.
"Why?" I asked.
"It makes me feel so sexy," she said. "I haven't had a man look at me that way in a long time."
"We shouldn't have waited this long."
"No, we shouldn't have. But let's not worry about that. Let's just make the best of it. Now lay on your side."
As Mom had ordered, I lay on my right side, leaning my head against my hand. My mom, now with her robe completely discarded, lay down beside me in the same position. We were in a spooning position with her directly behind me. As she moved into position, our bodies locked together, and I could feel the shaft of her cock running parallel to the crack of my ass. Likewise, I could feel her huge breasts pressing against my back, the nipples poking me. For a few minutes, we simply lay in that position, satisfied with the intimacy of it. Mom kissed my neck softly and nibbled at my ear. I ran my left hand up and down her long, smooth thighs.
"Are you ready?" she asked, whispering into my ear.
"Yes," I replied.
"It's going to hurt at first, so I need you to be brave, but remember that I won't give you more than you can handle.
"I trust you, Mama," I told her.
"Thank you, Brendan. Now just lie still. I need to loosen you up a bit first. Give me some spit."
Mom reached over and presented her middle and forefinger to me. I sucked them into my mouth until they were wet, then she drew them back out again. Her hand deftly moved from my face to my butt and I could feel the fingers prying me open. As before, she gently inserted her fingers into my waiting hole, slowly at first but then harder once she was inside. It didn't hurt as much as before. Apparently, I was still pretty loose from the earlier finger fucking.
Soon, she was finished, and withdrew her fingers from my anus. She took her enormous cock in her hand and positioned the head between my ass cheeks. (In fact, Mom's dick was so larger that she had to move her hips away from me just to make room.) She reached under the pillow with her free hand and removed a bottle of KY Jelly which she proceeded to squeeze directly on to her love muscle. Once it was fully lubricated, she gave me one last kiss on the cheek, and began to enter me.
At first, the pain was intense. Her fingers had been one thing, but her cock was like the bottom end of a baseball bat. I simply wasn't prepared for the feeling of ten inches of hot, hard meat penetrating my bowels. She moved quickly, however, and once the tip of her cock was past my sphincter, the pain diminished considerably. From years of experience, she knew that the first few inches are the most painful, and to get them inside as speedily as possible. Once she was inside, it was simply a matter of easing the other seven or eight inches of her girly dick inside me. Once it was in all the way, she stopped, and let me get used to the feeling of her inside me.
"Anal sex," she said, "is all about power. Now that I've got my cock in you, I have all the power. Before I entered you, the power was yours, to say yes or say no. The greatest love a person can show to another person is to willingly give up that power and let themselves be penetrated in the most sensitive and tightest hole on their body. When I enter you, it all changes. My penis is in your ass and I am in complete dominance."
She slowly began to withdraw her organ from inside me, pulling out about seven inches, stopping just before her cock head reached my sphincter - the danger zone, so to speak. Again, she moved back inside me, this time more easily than before. She repeated this process many ten or twelve times, each thrust becoming harder, but sliding into me more easily. Tears fell from my eyes but they were a purely physical response to the aching in my body. There was no sadness or regret in my tears.
At long last, my mom really began to fuck me. In and out, in and out, she thrust her incredible dick inside her son's virgin ass, deflowering me, making me a man and a woman all at the same time. I tried to speak, to vocalize the intense, wonderful feeling she was giving me, but I could only create guttural moans. Our bodies fell into sync and I began pushing my ass against her crotch even as she plunged her shaft into me. The friction was intense and the heat inside me was rejuvenating. It spread its blessed warmth throughout my entire body. Everything seemed brighter and more beautiful. I turned my head to face Mom and opened my mouth, offering her my tongue. She eagerly accepted and sucked voraciously at it while she continued pummeling my hungry bottom.
"You're much looser now," she said, after we broke the kiss. She was panting heavily now but still continued the lesson despite her physical exertion. "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it? Now it's feeling good. But, the thing is, no matter how good it feels to you right now, I can promise it feels a thousand times better to me. The power is back in your hands once again. If you tell me to stop, I will have to end this pleasure before my orgasm comes, and a little piece of myself will die. Do you want me to stop, Brendan? Do you want to take the power back?"
"Don't stop, Mommy," I pleaded. "Don't ever stop."
"I'm going to cum soon, baby," she whispered.
"No. Please."
"I have to. Here it comes . . ." She had lost control of her body. Every ounce of energy she had was poured into fucking me. Every muscle in her body was put to this one task. She was still speaking, but her words were mixed with grunts and screams of rapturous pleasure. "Here it comes . . . oh sweetie, tell me how much you love me!"
"I love you, Mommy, with all my heart and soul!"
"Tell me again!"
"I love you, Mommy! I love you!"
"Oh God, baby, I love you too! Mommy loves you . . . so . . . much . . ."
Her words trailed off as she broke into a shuddering cry and rammed her cock deeper inside me than I thought possible. I was amazed to find myself crying out with her. I came to believe at that moment, and still believe to this day, that when that moment of orgasm hits between two people who truly love one another, their souls temporarily become one.
Finally, she exploded within me, and I could feel burning hot liquid splashing against the insides of my bowels. Mom thrust in again and another wave of her precious semen surged into me. She thrust a third time and I could feel as she jizz was forced out of my ass, around her shaft. My body simply couldn't take any more of it. Still, Mom kept at it, until her body gave out at last. Then she collapsed on her back, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she fought to catch her breath. I looked at her cock which was gradually becoming limp again. A trail of white semen, as pure white as the snow falling outside our house, dripped from her cock hole down her scrotum. Eagerly, I leaned over, and lapped it up. Mom placed a hand on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair as I did so. When she was clean again, I cuddled up against her, with my face resting on her breast.
"How was it?" I asked.
"I think that ties my wedding night for the best orgasm I've ever had," she replied.
"Thank you," I said.
"No, thank you, honey."
"So who has the power now?"
"I do. I'm your mother. Your mother always has power over you."
"You big meanie," I said, laughing. She giggled.
"Do you want to get cleaned up or something?" she asked.
"No, I'm good."
"But you're all full of . . ."
"I know. I like it that way."
"Suit yourself."
We lay together in that position for a while, content and happy in the silence. Mom needed time to recharge and I needed time to recuperate. My legs felt like strings of wet spagetti. So, I lay there quietly, enjoying the sensation of my mother's warm semen coating the inside of my colon. The only sadness I felt was knowing that I could never be the same again after this experience. I would never stop wanting to feel this way. My mother's sex was a drug and I was addicted.
"Brendan?" Mom finally said.
"Yes, mother?"
"Your little buddy looks like he's ready to go."
"He is. But I can wait, if you need more time."
"It's time to finish the lesson. What position do you want me in?"
"On your back, I think. I want to look you in the eye while we make love."
"That's beautiful, sweetheart."
"So are you."
"Come on. It's time for you to fuck your mother."
I finally broke away from her. I moved to a kneeling position with my mouth not far from her face. I told her I needed some lubrication, but my mouth was a little dry. Happy to oblige, Mom opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and swallowed my cock, coating every inch of it with her spit. Once she was done, I pulled it out, and she let go a little reluctantly, but then smiled up sweetly.
I moved into position between her legs, spreading them apart, and placing one ankle on each of my shoulders like I had seen in porn movies. I took a moment to admire the splendor of my mother's body, laid out before me. Her penis was lying flat against her stomach with the underside facing up. Her nutsack drooped down low. She bit on her thumbnail, a nervous habit, as she looked up at me. I finally took my eyes away from her flawless form and kissed her right ankle, then moved slowly down her leg, kissing every inch, until I came to her delicious cock. I licked her shaft all the way up and down before proceeding to her left leg and giving it the same treatment as the right, in reverse.
"Now show Mommy what you've learned," she said.
"The KY Jelly?" I asked.
"I don't need it," she said. "Besides, I prefer it the natural way."
Who was I to argue with nature? With one hand, I moved her scrotum out of the way. With the other, I guided my dick towards her asshole. I pressed the tip against the hole and it felt tight. Then, all of a sudden, the hole seemed to open and my penis head was sucked in almost before I realized what was happening. I came to the realization that Mom could open and close her ass at will, probably a trick she leaned from years of anal sex.
I imitated my mom's behavior and quickly pushed my way past her sphincter. Despite her experience, I saw her wince and bite her lip as my cock pushed past the tightest spot. Once it was inside, however, she visible relaxed, and began breathing normally. Nothing had prepared me for how good the inside of her ass would feel as the slick, wet walls wrapped themselves around my shaft and began massaging my penis. Another trick my mom had up her sleeve.
Beyond the physical pleasure I was receiving (and it was more than I can possibly describe) was the mental, emotional, and spiritual pleasure I was feeling. I had never felt more alive, more complete, and closer to some force of pure love that you can call God or anything else you want. All I know was that I felt its touch that night as Mom willingly gave her power over to me. Lying on her back, her legs wide open, she was in a position of complete servitude and submission.
"Don't be afraid, darling," she whispered. "Make your mama proud."
Gripping her thighs, I pushed myself in as far as I could, and then slowly withdrew. I wasn't as adept as my mom, so I had to watch her face to gauge how I was doing. When I saw her grimace in pain again, I knew I had pulled out too far. I made a mental note of it and pushed back inside. The next time I pulled out, I could stop before I hit the danger zone. Mom sighed blissfully and smiled at me with the radiance of an angel.
At last, I began making love to her in earnest. I moved my hips forward and backward faster and faster, until I developed a steady rhythm. Mom fell into sync with it, as I had done before when she was fucking me, and we moved as one person. She closed her eyes and tucked her arms behind her head, moaning luxuriously as the well-trained muscles of her sphincter tightened and loosened around the skin of my cock, sometimes so tightly that I felt I would never get it out again (not that I minded.)
I wanted the experience to last as long as possible. I wanted to spend hours this way. Sadly, I was far too worked up from the day's events, and there was no wa
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