Kapitel 2158: MOM'S SWEET ASS
"This could actually be one of those glorious mornings!" thought Mark. He was sitting at the kitchen table looking at his mother, hoping, dreaming and praying. He had crossed all his fingers, both his arms and legs and any toe he could. Would she make her tea? Her tea? What was so special about her tea?
Before we get to that, we have to realize that the morning was already special. Even if Mark's mom didn't make her tea, Mark would still be glad he got up this early. Eyes barely opened, hair tousled and with pillow marks on his face, he had ambled to the kitchen expecting to be alone. But he hadn't been alone. His mother was there. His mother and her bikini. Her small bikini.
Ten minutes later Mark was staring at his mother's body every chance he got. Every time she turned around, every time she looked away as she was talking to him, every time she fucking blinked! Mark's mother, at 37, was still remarkably beautiful and sexy. Not too tall, rather curvy but never chubby, she had decent curves in all the right places.
Her breasts were still firm and they still filled her D cup bras. In fact, the fabric was so stretched that he could see her nipples even though they were not hard. Below those stunning breasts, her slim waist enhanced her smooth hips. The soft, delicate curve of her belly made her look even more feminine and her legs were still strong because of all the zumba. The long shock of black hair on her head, falling to the middle of her back, was icing on the cake.
But although his mom's body was very sexy from head to toes, Mark knew he was obsessed with one thing. Her ass. Seeing it from this close in that small bikini was already a blessing. But if she decided to make her tea, it would make Mark's entire week! From time to time she took her time to make a complex chai tea. To make that tea, she would need a few ingredients that were easily accessible in the kitchen. But there was one of them, the ginger root, which she always placed on the top shelf of a cabinet. Very high. And in order to reach it, Mark's mom had to reach as high as she could, standing on tiptoes.
When that happened, even when she was wearing pants or skirts, the sight was breathtaking. But on the very rare occasions that she decided to do it wearing her bikini, oh dear gods in heaven! And so this morning Mark was taking his time to eat his breakfast and read the news on his laptop. The angle at which his laptop was turned wasn't an accident. And the fact that his reversible camera was also pointed away from him wasn't an accident either. If his mother decided to reach up for that jar of ginger roots, there was a hotkey ready to begin recording.
As time went by, Mark was beginning to despair. His mom was now drinking a tall glass of orange juice. Fuck! Mark had recorded a few minutes of video of his mom walking around, but he already had a bunch of those on his computer. He even had a few videos of her as she sunbathed on the deck outside. But having a video of her stretching up for that— "What? Really? Here we go!" Mark thought as he saw his mom getting the bottle of cinnamon.
Mark hit the record button and felt his heartbeat accelerating. Mark's mom had what you called a perfect heart-shaped ass. She had a small waist, flaring hips and a very curved and wide apple line. Very few young girls Mark had seen at the municipal pool had true heart-shaped asses. And when women got slightly older and rounder, few kept their small waist. In front of him though, his 37 year old mom's ass was the perfect balance.
And now she was lifting her arms up to reach the jar of ginger. Oh dear gods. Stretched like this, her waist seemed even narrower. And as she reached up on her toes to grab the jar, her ass was pushed out perfectly. Blood rushed to Mark's cock and he moved his enlarging member to a better position. Mark stared at his mom's pink and white bikini, with its cyan knotted strings on either side. He happened to know, because he had played with it while she was away, that these were real knots. If he were to pull on them, the bikini would fall on the floor.
Mark often fantasized of doing just that. Actually, he could get up right now and pull on them to reveal the full glory of his mom's ass. But, of course, he didn't. Instead he stared at the most amazing bubble butt he had ever seen, amazed each and every time by the way it pushed outwards. It was as if she had too much flesh and it had nowhere else to go but out.
From behind, he could see that her ass's roundness reached all the way to the soft peak of her thighs. None of that flagging flesh, none of those asses that failed to meet the challenge of wide hips. Oh no. Mark's mom had an ass that kept on giving all the way to her hips.
Unlike some of the curvier women Mark had seen, his mom's hip peak wasn't sharp. It curved smoothly, a testament to the firmness of her ass. The long line between her very high waist and that hip peak was now dented by the tight bikini. But even then, it didn't create a sharp dip. Resisting the pull, her flesh was only slightly curved by it. From that point all the way across to the other hip, the tight bikini made her skin rise very slightly. Mark didn't mind that at all, as it meant that the rest of the bikini was skin tight all the way down.
Again from the two knots, the bikini cut a pretty straight line all the way to the sweet darkness between her thighs. As if those lines were made to draw the eyes in. From that dark and deep point also emerged her apple line. That tender line between her ass and her thighs reached more than halfway to that hip peak. It was what made the heart shape so distinctive. Angling downwards at about 45 degrees right from her cleft, the curve rose up and began going upwards before fading smoothly into that fuzzy, undefined area between her thigh, hip and ass.
Standing very straight with her legs closed one against the other, the line between those thighs reached up to the darkness and formed a pointy arrow with the two apple lines. Another invitation to the delights deeper in. On the outside, her thighs narrowed considerably until they reached her knees. Standing tall like this, with her arms up over her head, her silhouette was a geometrical marvel.
First it grew from her hands and widened until her shoulders. Then it narrowed to her waist before opening back up majestically on around her hips. And finally it narrowed even more until her knees. Mark liked his mom's smooth calves, but right now his eyes were too interested by what was going on above. So much flesh, so many curves! Grinning, Mark wondered if his eyes were not developing ADHD, unable as they were to focus on a single spot!
His mom finally reached the jar and turned around. Mark was glad that he had thought to push it a bit further on the shelf. When she did turn around, Mark saw her breasts sway left and right until they settled. Through her black hair he had seen that she had tied her bikini top in a lazy knot, which would be even easier to undo than the two on her hips.
Despite his best attempts, Mark had never seen his mom nude before, and aroused as he was, he wondered how she'd react if he did pull on those strings. Either of them. Or, even better, all of them! He knew that it wouldn't be a good idea. Would be fun though. For a moment at least!
He remained there for another five minutes as she prepared her tea. In any case, it wasn't as if he could just stand up with this erection wearing just boxers. Soon after, his mom went outside and reclined in a long chair. Mark stood up and stared at her through the patio doors. Because of the way the sun was hitting her eyes and the roof prevent it from reaching him, Mark knew she couldn't see him right now. He had tested this himself a few times. Reaching inside his boxers, he grabbed his cock and pulled it out. Maybe six feet away from his mom, he began masturbating.
She was so fucking sexy! Everything was perfect on her, even when he couldn't see her ass! The way her breasts stood proudly despite her position, the smooth line of her belly, the pronounced curve of her pussy under the bikini, the mouthwatering round thighs all the way to her delicate feet. Fuck! She was his own personal sexual goddess!
Why his dad had left, he had no idea. He didn't seem to be the kind of man to cheat on her, and given that no man had come to take his place since he left two years ago, it didn't look like his mom had fooled around either. Oh, she'd had a few boyfriends, but none of those relationships had lasted very long. He knew that they still loved each other, but none of them wanted to talk about what had happened.
As his pleasure rose and rose, images began flooding Mark's mind. His number one fantasy, by far, was imagining his cock sliding deeply and slowly into his mother's asshole. She was on all fours, he was staring at that heart-shaped ass as his cock slipped all the way in. What he wouldn't give to do that!? Breathing harder, he realized that he was about to cum and ran to his room. He barely got there in time, spurting his sperm all over his desk. Luckily, the desk had been empty. Laughing, he cleaned his desk using a few tissues and decided to put pants on.
For the next two weeks, Mark was blessed with many lucky opportunities. Usually his mother was careful to cover her body carefully. Like most mothers, of course. But for some reason he couldn't figure out, she was much more relaxed about it. Later that day she wore a pair of black yoga pants and a tank top to do her tai-chi, but for the first time he could remember the tank top she chose barely reached the top of the pants.
For an entire hour Mark invented reasons to go to the kitchen and back to his room, allowing him to look at her as she did her routine. The yoga pants, obviously, hugged her ass like second skin and the light from the living room window made those black pants glitter. If he had had a full on show earlier, this time Mark was graced by the stunning sideview. From this angle, her ass stood out very distinctly, almost half a sphere of succulent flesh resisting gravity's pull. Well, two half spheres to be precise, but they were side by side.
That generous curve stretched the fabric so that the long white line that ran down the sides of the pants was pulled backwards! From this angle, it looked like the elastic band was trying and failing to contain a lascivious explosion of flesh. Once, as he stood there frozen, not realizing that he was ogling her ass openly, his mom asked him if he wanted something. He almost blurted "I want to eat your ass, mom." but he didn't. Instead he mumbled something about thinking about something and fled to his room.
The next time he came out, he thanked his luck that his mom was getting out of the bathroom and he followed her out to the living room. As he did, he stared at her ass and watch it jiggle with each step. While it did jiggle a bit, because she was 37, it wasn't because it was too flaccid. He guessed that when his mom had been 18, like he was now, her curvy ass would have been firmer, bouncing only once before settling back. Right now her ass looked like fully ripened fruit, more like a juicy and sweet apple rather than a hard and acidic one bitten before it was ready.
As the warm summer days went by, Mark's sanity was pummelled by a constant assault of tight jeans, short skirts, thin summer dresses, bikinis and one piece swimsuits, tank tops that barely covered her ass... By the time the "morning of utter sexiness" arrived, as he came to think of it later on, Mark's mind was already dazed by all those lucky moments.
That morning of utter sexiness floored Mark even though he had seen more her ass before. But, as his pounding heart could attest to, there was a big difference between nudity and eroticism. When his mom joined him in the kitchen that morning, the first thing he noticed was that the tank top she had chosen was rather tight. The second thing he noticed was that her round breasts were free from any bra. That in itself wasn't very rare, but the fact that her nipples were trying to poke through the fabric was.
The tank top came right up under her ass, very barely. That was arousing enough and Mark began to pray to it would lift up higher. And, as if some god had heard his prayer, his mom lifted her arms and bound her hair in a ponytail. While he liked to see her mother's hair loose and wild, that ten seconds it took her to tie them was highly erotic. Her breasts swung around and when she placed her ponytail very high on her head, like she did that morning, it ended up being very erotic.
This morning though, there was a bonus. When she had raised her arms, she had pulled the tank top up with them. Now the tank top was covering just a bit more than half of her generous ass. Mark didn't know if his mom was wearing a thong, but in any case he couldn't see anything between her cheeks.
The effect was breathtakingly sexy. As she stood waiting for the water to boil, Mark stared at her ass, his mouth watering hungrily. The tank top was stretched taut between her very round but very firm asscheeks. The elastic material pressed down on that flesh, enhancing the apple line to a ridiculous degree.
For some reason, his mother didn't realize that the top had risen so much and she didn't fix it. Even when she turned around and rested her ass against the counter, she didn't pull it down. Damn! Even though he could less of her ass than when she's wearing her bikini, it looked like she had nothing under that top! Mark knew that she wouldn't come out of her room without panties, but because her ass was so rounded and fleshy, the panties were invisible between them.
When she finally left the kitchen to go take her shower, Mark was panting at the table, his cock painfully hard. So fucking sexy! What Mark didn't know at that point, was that the morning of utter sexiness wouldn't even be the highpoint of the day. Oh no. At the other end of the day, at around midnight, Mark heard his mother come back from a date. By the way he heard her throwing her handbag and keys on the table, he guessed that it hadn't gone well. He decided that he wouldn't greet her and ask how things went.
He turned his light off, knowing that she would think he was asleep. He heard her walking to the bathroom and then the bath beginning to fill. Sneaking out of his room, he walked to the bathroom and peaked in. Sure that he was asleep, Mark's mom hadn't fully closed the door. His jaw dropped at what he saw.
Standing in front of the mirror, his mom grabbed the hem of her very short dress before pulling it upwards. The bright red dress was barely covering her legendary ass and was stretched very tightly. When she pulled it up, her round ass resisted for a long moment before finally giving way. The dress then shot up to her waist in a fraction of a second, revealing a completely nude ass. No panties, no thongs, nothing.
From his point of view, sideways and behind his mom, Mark couldn't see all the way in to the hidden pussy. But her nude ass more than made up for it. The way it had bounced twice, solidly, before settling back down after being pulled by the dress was mesmerizing. In fact, it took him a moment to realize that the dress was now on the floor, joined by her black bra. Shaking his head, he looked up and saw he side of one of her breasts. Had his jaw not already been hanging, it would have dropped again. While Mark was definitely an ass man, a nice, firm and bulging D cup breast was always a sight to behold.
His mom was fully naked, mere feet away from him. If he got caught... But right now he didn't care. She turned towards him very briefly, just long enough for him to see the long strip of nicely trimmed black hair above her shaven lips. But she turned too fast for him to properly look at her breasts. It had been her pussy or her breasts. She vanished beyond what the slim opening allowed him to see, but he would have killed to see her open her legs to climb in the bath.
But even with the few seconds he had been graced, he was giddy with pleasure. He went back to his room silently and masturbated furiously, shooting his sperm all over his chest in the process. He spent the next day continually thinking about what he had seen the night before. He made more fantasies than he ever had before, masturbating three times before his mom got back from work late in the evening.
Mark smiled when he heard his mom's car pull into the driveway. He took a few deep breaths and tried to clear his head of all the naughty fantasies he had created. After 5 minutes, he got up from his chair to see what was taking her so long to come in the house. At that exact moment his phone rang and he was surprised to see that it was his mom.
A minute later he was outside trying his best to help her out of her car. Just as she had been about to get into her car at work, her back spasmed and she had felt a very intense pain lancing up her back. She had decided to get back home anyway, but now the pain was so intense that she couldn't even get out of the car.
After many failed attempts, Mark managed to pull her out. He was kneeling on the ground next to her and had slipped both his hand sunder her. One under her thighs and the other against her lower back. Despite his genuine concern for her, Mark couldn't help to notice that her skirt had ridden very high on her thighs. By the time he had managed to get into that position, he had seen her bright white panties many times. His mind was torn between worry and arousal as he slowly pulled her out of the car.
Carrying her in his arms, he brought her inside and, as per her instructions, carried her to the bathroom. "I don't think I can stand until my back relaxes... I need to take a very hot bath." she said. This had lead to a very awkward moment. He couldn't put her down on the floor and so had had to put her down directly in the empty bath. Then he helped her remove her clothes down to her underwear before opening the taps.
As the water slowly filled the bath, his mom said "I'm so sorry Mark for putting you through this..."
"Oh stop it mom," Mark replied. "You've helped me through some very bad stomach flus when I was younger... That was a lot worse than this."
"I know, but..." she paused, visibly reddening. "I'm so ashamed that you have to see me like this."
"Oh come on mom! No need to be ashamed. It's no different than when you wear your bikinis!" he replied.
"It is different!" his mom said, visibly nervous. "For one you've never held me in your arms, for two this lingerie set is pretty much transparent and for three I'm not as young and sexy as the cheerleaders you must fantasize about all day."
Mark was very surprised to hear his mom talking this way. Sure he did look at and fantasize about some of the cheerleaders, but if his mom only knew about who he really fantasized about, then she'd really be ashamed! On the other hand she was right: her lingerie was, in fact, very transparent since it became wet. And given that the urgency and worry had given way to a relatively long wait until the bath was filled, Mark was now fighting an erection. After a moment, Mark sighed and began talking. But his mom interrupted him "Please don't say anything, it will only make it worse if you try lie and deny it."
Mark frowned, feeling a touch of anger at her words. "Mom. I've tried my best not to look at your body," he paused as he turned the water off and stood up. "But I've failed because you are not that old, and definitely sexier than the cheerleaders." He saw that she was surprised and guessed that if he hadn't been slightly angry about it, she would have felt lied to. He couldn't really interpret her expression as he left the bathroom, saying "Call me when you'll want to get out."
Twenty minutes later he heard her call him to the bathroom. With her long hair coiling all over her upper body, adding to her sexiness, Mark saw that his mother looked sheepish. "I'm sorry Mark. I was in pain and felt extremely vulnerable. And I didn't want you to lie to protect my vanity."
"Mom!" Mark said, exasperated. "I don't have to lie about that."
His mom sighed, but looked at him with a little smile. "Ok then. Well in any case, you'll have to carry me again to my bed and I'll try to find a comfortable way to relax."
With his mother dripping wet and almost nude in his arms, Mark did his best to focus on the task at hand. He gently lay his mom on her bed and waited for her to find a comfortable position. She ended up mostly on her belly, with a pillow propping her left side. Given that her left leg was now opened, the resulting sight was extremely erotic. "Christ... This is the only way to make the pain tolerable. I must look like a damn mess."
"Mom, you really need a massage." Mark said, his heart beating fast as he looked anywhere but at the curves of her hips, thighs and ass.
"Of course not... It'll pass." she replied.
"Come on. Mom." Mark said, sighing. "You know you need one and it'll be my pleasure." Maybe not the best choice of words, but...
"Damn. I know, but it feels so wrong for you to see me like this. Christ! I can't even close my legs!"
Mark could hear that his mother was on the verge of tears. "Mom, I promise I won't look."
"Ha! You can't have it both ways, mister!" she said, half laughing. "Either I'm sexier than a cheerleader or you'll be able not to look."
"What?" Mark asked, grinning. "The pain must have gotten to your brain!"
"Oh, and you're going to tell me that you're a paragon of self control?" she asked, still smiling.
Mark was happy to see her smile. "Er, well, maybe not." He took a deep breath. "Look mom, you need a massage and I'm the only one here. Would it be so bad if I looked at your ass as I did it?"
"My big old ass? Christ!" she sighed. "Oh go ahead. I'll try to live with the humiliation when I'll be able to walk!"
"The humiliation? Mom, if you only—"
But Mark stopped himself. That would have been going too far. He cleared his throat and, in the awkward silence, searched for and found a small bottle of massaging oil in a nightstand drawer. He knelt behind his mom and began massaging the small of her back. Soon his mother was moaning her pleasure, punctuated by a few sharp groans of pain as he went too hard.
About five minutes later she was able to turn fully on her belly. Mark then straddled her thighs and was able to work with a better angle. His mother was moaning more and more and the sound, although it wasn't exactly erotic, was more than close enough for his hormone filled brain. He was wearing sweat pants and a pair of boxers, but he knew that they would fail to hide his growing erection.
Mark tried his best to focus his eyes on her lower back, but just couldn't help himself. A while later he abandoned the fight and just kept staring at her ass. By now his mom was complimenting him, telling him how much better she already felt. They began talking as he worked, and Mark could feel that she was less nervous about him looking at her. If she only knew how sexy she looked, with her wet lingerie and hair!
Mark worked his way higher up her back before moving to her thighs. He felt her tensing up very briefly when his warm hands touched the back of her thighs, but soon she resumed moaning her pleasure. At one point, his mind fully occupied with the ogling of the wonderful ass and the conversation he was having, Mark simply let his hands slide all over her ass. Mark felt a surge of forbidden pleasure when he did and squeezed his hands around the soft, generous flesh. "Mark! You're not supposed to touch your mother's ass like that!" his mom said.
Instead of replying, he began rubbing his hands all over her ass. Before she could say anything else, she breathed a very long moan as the pain faded from her muscles. "Think we could make an exception for today, mom?"
She paused, moaned again before whispering a soft "Yes. But just that, OK?" For the next thirty minutes Mark massaged his mom's lower back, ass and thighs, spending most of his time on her ass. He was as hard as a fucking rock as he watched her flesh being kneaded, squeezed, rubbed, caressed, ploughed into...
At the end her panties had ridden up until they were pretty much stuck between her buttocks, giving Mar an almost clear view of her ass. He felt his cock beginning to pulse every time he squeezed her ass. Part of him wondered if she knew that most of this massage had now turned into a feast of hungry caresses. But the rest of him only wanted to keep doing this forever.
But eventually he knew he was edging towards a dark place. A dark place in which he would slide his fingers under her panties and into her pussy. And so he decided to stop the massage. But now he had a problem: how to hide his erection? Leaning forward, he reached for the lamp and turned it off. In the darkness, he climbed off the bed and thought his mom was probably sleeping. But she wasn't. "I can't thank you enough for the massage Mark. I don't know what I would have done without you tonight."
"Not a problem mom. It was my pleasure."
"Your pleasure?" she asked cryptically before snorting sleepily.
"Good night mom."
"You too my son. Hopefully I'll be better tomorrow."
But she wasn't. In fact, Mark had to massage her again just so that she could turn on her back without shouting in pain. He then brought her some breakfast and a couple of Advils. A while later, she said that she had to go to the bathroom. He helped her there but she insisted on going alone. In the end, once she had her panties back up, she had to call him.
He ended up massaging her twice again during the day and one last time before the night. Despite the fact that he had masturbated twice during the day, Mark was already aroused when he came into his mom's room late that evening. In the dim light he began caressing his mom's ass, the object of his obsession. When he went right for her ass, he heard her laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry mom... Just thought that..."
"It's alright Mark. It's just so weird to feel your hands on my ass like this, as if it were normal. You've got great hands in any case, so go ahead."
Mark was grinning when he resumed grabbing her ass. Because it was what he was doing. He was disguising it as a massage, but he was staring at the way her flesh moved under his hands, how it bulged between his opened fingers and how it returned to its normal shape when he slid his hands to her highs quickly.
But it wasn't all just for fun. Eventually he found a line of pain just below the elastic band of her panties. She had changed her panties, and this one was less sexy. But the important problem was that it blocked him easy access to that line. Instead of asking her about pulling her panties down, he just grabbed them and slid them down a bit. To his surprise, his mom lifted her ass and removed her panties completely. "Swear to me that you're not going to tell anybody about this!" she asked.
"Of course mom..."
He hoped she hadn't heard him gasp, but in the very silent room, he wasn't sure. Deciding that he couldn't do anything about it he resumed massaging her ass. But almost as soon as he began he gasped again as her asshole appeared as he pushed her buttocks apart. And this time she couldn't have missed that gasp. He released her ass and sat straighter over her thighs. Without looking at him, and with a very quiet voice, his mom said "Mark... You're going to convince me that you weren't simply flattering me yesterday."
"Mom!" he said, very nervous now.
"Shhh. Don't say anything. If you're enjoying this, even if it's only a fraction of the pleasure I'm getting from your massage, then all the better."
Mark didn't know what to say, and so he just resumed massaging her. Emboldened by her words, he pushed his thumbs deep in the junction of her thighs and buttocks and pulled them open slowly. He stared at the impossibly beautiful sight before him. The large pussy lips, the glistening smaller lips peaking from between them and especially the nice, slightly darkened skin of her anus. "Oh Christ!" his mom gasped. "Boys will be boys!" she said, laughing. "But just that, OK?"
He did it again a few more times, and leaned forward quite a bit for the last one. Her mother's cleft was mindblowingly beautiful! He then began massaging her again and they started talking once more. Somehow the subject of her boyfriends, or lack thereof, came up. After a while, and immediately following a long moan of pleasure, Mark said "Been a while since I've heard you do that..."
"What?" his mom asked, shocked.
"Well, sometimes I do hear you and your boyfriends..." he said.
"You're supposed to be sleeping!"
"I know, but you're supposed to be quiet!" he replied, laughing loudly by now.
Laughing with him, his mom said "Well, just so that we're clear, I did hear you with Jenny three months ago, so there!"
They both laughed at that, making an already pleasant massage even more fun. Soon Mark found another spot to work on and his mom tried arching her back into it. Then arching her ass up. Mark's eyes opened wide when her saw that. "I feel like something is about to slip back into place!" his mom said quickly. She was clearly excited about it. But it wasn't working. "Maybe if I do the cat? Move over." she said.
After moving off of her, Mark's eyes widened when he saw his mom lifting herself on all fours, arching her back way up like a cat. It was something he had seen her do in the living room countless times. But always dressed! Her ass was now inches away from his face, completely naked! And if the back-arched-upwards position was already sexy, what was coming was just unbelievable.
When his mom arched her back downwards, pushing her ass out in an incredibly erotic manner, his jaw dropped. Here was her pussy and asshole again, pressed outwards towards his face. The moan of pleasure that rushed out of his mother's lips shook him. She then arched her back up again, only to push it back down once more. Mark actually heard the sound of the muscle or tendon snapping back into place! At the same time, Mark gasped aloud just as his mom cried out it what could only be described as an orgasmic moan.
His mom fell back down on the bed, still moaning. Mark's mouth was still opened. "Oh my gods that was wonderful!" she moaned. "I felt it slip into place! Christ that was good!" Marks's cock, already hard, surged at those words, noticing how they could be interpreted in a completely sexual context. His mom had probably said those exact words after sex with one of her boyfriends! Fuck! And then, she said "Oh Christ! I wasn't wearing anything, was I?" this time her groan was very different. "Oh Mark, I'm so sorry. Shit!" she finished, still breathing hard.
Turning around, she saw his erection under his pants and swore again. "Shit! I'm so very worry... the last thing you must have wanted to see was my fat ass in your face!"
"Stop it mom." Mark said. "Just lie on your back and let me make sure everything's alright." He was trembling by now, not daring to say anything else.
They spent the next ten minutes in silence. He knew she had seen his cock and so they both knew her last comment was hollow. And that cock was still very hard, not used at all to seeing Mark's mom's sweet ass naked and being ploughed by his hands.
Softly, she began humming a tune, happy as she was to know that her pain was finally beginning to go away for good. Mark was happy beyond belief! He had seen, touched and massaged his mom's ass, had spent all this time in delicious intimacy with her and her back was going to be alright. But then his smile vanished when he realized that this was probably the last massage he would need to give her.
Taking a deep breath, he stared at her ass and the beautiful asshole he could make appear every time he pushed those round buttocks apart. And then, taking another breath and holding it, he pushed his thumb directly against that asshole. Mark shook with pleasure as he did, seeing it stretch gently under his thumb. His mom stopped humming and instead said "Un-uh". But she had lifted her ass in response and didn't seem all that convinced.
Taking another big risk, as he had done a few times in the last 24 hours, Mark rubbed that delicious asshole again, twice. "You're incorrigible! Stop it!" she said, but he could hear that she was on the verge of laughter. Mark paused for a second, then resumed this most intimate of caresses. His mom, who still hadn't turned her head around to look at him, said "You shouldn't be doing that to your mother... You're so naughty..." but this time she laughed. And he realized that she didn't ask him to stop even though he kept going.
And so Mark spent the next ten minutes caressing his mother's asshole, the deepest part of his fantasy. Soon his mother's humming returned, but this time it sounded more and more like moaning. She also began to move her ass side to side slowly, making it's lubricated curves glisten in the soft light. "Mom... I think you know now that I don't care all that much about the cheerleaders."
"Yeah, I'm starting to believe you..." she said. With her head turned sideways against the pillow, he could see her smiling.
"You have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen, mom." he breathed, shaking as he said it, barely believing that he had.
"Oh Mark... You're not supposed to say that to your mother." she said before gasping as he briefly pushed his thumb just slightly inside her ass.
"I know... But I thought we were still in that sworn secret not to tell anybody about this!" he said, his voice trembling with arousal.
"Christ! You have no idea how deep in this we still are!" and she gasped again as he pushed a thumb inside her ass again.
There was not even the pretence of a massage by now. When Mark grabbed the fresh towel and cleaned his mom's ass, she turned her head slightly, a frown on her forehead. "What..." she began then stopped as she felt the almond oil on her ass. Soon Mark had spread the oil all over her ass and resumed caressing her asshole with his thumbs.
The way his mom gasped and moaned as he pushed his finger a few inches in her ass, Mark knew she was on the verge of climaxing. When she slipped one of her hands under her belly and moaned again, his eyes opened wide in surprise. She was masturbating? As he was finger-fucking her ass, his mom was now openly caressing herself, her moans now sounding distinctly sexual in nature.
When she began gasping, seconds before crying out, Mark was flabbergasted by the sight. His mom was now pushing back against his deep finger, twisting on the bed. With her free hand she grabbed the blanket as her climaxed waxed and eventually waned. "Fuck!" she gasped. "Shit that was good!" After a few deep breaths, during which Mark gently removed his finger, his mom added "Oh Mark... This is so bad!" But he could see her contended smile. "Thank you. Thank you for this precious gift. But we so need to keep this a secret!"
Soon after, Mark saw that his mom was beginning to drift away and was falling asleep. He stood up, covered her with a blanket and looked at her for a moment before going to his room. He pulled his pants down, poured a good amount of lube on his cock and watched, fascinated, as the finger that had been in his mother's ass was now tightly wrapped around his cock. His sperm exploded soon after, covering his belly and hand. Mark went to bed after that and spent the entire night dreaming about having sex with his mother. Was it now a possibility?
He wasn't so sure about that the following morning. His mom was up and about when he woke up and was fully dressed. Her back seemed a lot better as well, but her expression worried him. She was barely able to look up at him, she reddened when he walked in and the silence was ominous. "Listen Mark... Last night—"
"Shhh." he interrupted her. "Let's just... let's just not talk about it immediately. OK?"
She sighed, clearly conflicted, before agreeing. For the next four days, Mark was lost. It had been amazing, pleasurable for both of them, and now... This cold shoulder, this heavy silence. He even realized that she was hiding her ass in heavier clothes. Shit. On the fourth evening after their amazing encounter, Mark left for a bar where he knew he wouldn't meet anybody, leaving his phone at home. He got very drunk. Not to the point of throwing up everywhere, but close enough.
When he came back home at 2 o'clock, he checked his phone and saw his mom's numerous messages. "Fuck... I should have told her..." he thought. At the same time, he saw his mom walking in the kitchen wearing nothing but her underwear. He felt a pulse of desire as he looked at her, but saw that she was very worried. Without thinking she grabbed him in his arms and hugged him. As she was starting to say that she was worried, Mark slipped his hand down to her ass and squeezed it hard.
His mom gasped and tried pushing herself away. Before she could manage, Mark slipped one of his hands under her panties and pressed his fingertips deep in her cleft. One finger reached her pussy and the other was touching her asshole. To his surprise, he discovered that it was very lubricated and he pushed deeper. His mom gasped again, differently this time. "Fuck!" Mark thought. "I'm grabbing my mom's sweet ass while pushing a finger inside her asshole!"
After shivering for a moment, she hugged him tighter and whispered "Before I became worried about you, I... well..." Mark was surprised to feel her smile against his chest.
"Mom..." he said, hearing the alcohol in his own voice. "You have an amazing ass. I've been obsessed by it for years. That night..." he didn't need to specify which. "That night was the best moment of my life. Please don't regret it."
His mom was breathing faster in his arms, her body feeling warmer. "Gods... Mark, we can't do that!" but by now she was also moaning with pleasure.
Mark squeezed her ass, pushing his finger yet deeper. "Just this. Let me fondle you from time to time..."
"Christ!" she cried as she felt his finger. "Just that, OK?" Pressing her pussy against his leg, she added. "We can't! Shit this is good! But we can't!"
"Just this... Just like that!" Mark said, using his other hand to pull her harder against him. He couldn't believe he was fondling his mom like this!
"I can't... I can't just cum over you like this! I'm your mom!" she breathed.
"Yes you can... just let go." Mark replied.
And indeed, a few minutes later as he pressed her against the fridge, his mom did cum in his arms again. He could feel his cock pressed against her body, but even drunk, he didn't think it would be a good idea to pull it out. Instead he let her enjoy her climax fully, his mind aflame with the sound her voice calling his name. When she was done, he pulled out of her ass and said "I'm exhausted... See you tomorrow mom..."
Of course, as soon as he got to his room he masturbated furiously. As he came, he heard the hallway floor cracking. In a very loud whisper, he said "Oh mom... Your ass is so sweet! Fuck!" He climaxed, unable to hear anything until the wave of pleasure faded. He did fall asleep almost immediately after cleaning himself up, with a smile on his face.
The next morning, Mark was very glad to see his mother wearing a very thin summer dress that barely covered her ass. Even before saying "Good morning" he playfully slapped her ass. She jumped and turned, grinning ear to ear. Somehow, she had made a decision last night. Mark sat down heavily in his chair, wishing that his mind would clear up as fast as possible.Early in the afternoon, now free from the headache, Mark found his mother in the kitchen again. From behind her, he lifted the dress and got a quick look at her naked ass. Completely naked. "Hmmm... that's nice!" he said.
"I thought you'd like it. I decided that I didn't want to wear much after my shower this morning."
"Good idea mom." he replied before squeezing her ass again.
When their late lunch was ready, they ate together, the atmosphere very charged. They didn't talk much, but instead exchanged countless smiles. Afterwards, after she went back to the fridge to get a glass of juice, Mark's mom paused as she drank it all. As he arm lifted higher and higher, so did her dress. When she finished, Mark saw the apple line of her ass for a moment before everything came back down.
But she wasn't done. Standing sideways to him, she lifted her dress with one hand and placed the other one just behind her ass. Then, with a slow and heavy hand, she slapped her buttock. Mark's eyes grew round as he watched the generous flesh being thrust up before bouncing down twice. As soon as it settled, Mark's mom slapped her ass again, repeating the glorious show a few times.
By the time she stopped, Mark's jaw had almost hit the table. His mom laughed as she turned around, busy filling another glass of juice. Mark stood up, his impossible to hide erection leading the way, and knelt behind her. Before she could react Mark lifted the dress to reveal the wonderful ass and buried his face between those round cheeks. He managed to lick her asshole for a second or so before she gasped and pulled away laughing. "Oh Gods!" she cried. "You're insatiable!"
Mark stood up right against her and his lust was palpable. He pressed his erection against her leg. For a moment mother and son stared at each other, breathing hard, on the cusp of doing something forbidden. But they eventually moved apart as his mom went to her room. She came back two minutes later wearing her bikini and headed to the patio for a tan.
Once again, as he had often done in the past, Mark stood in front of the door and stared at his mom. She was on her belly, her round ass proudly displayed. He had looked at her like this many times. But this time it was different. He walked out the door and stood over her for a brief moment. Then, without any preamble, he pulled her bikini bottoms down and plunged his face between her buttocks. As he began eating her ass, his mom laughed and reached back to place a hand on his head. "Oh Christ! You should be doing this!" she panted, pushing him deeper. "Just that, OK?"
Mark pulled away and laughed. "Yes mom, just that!" he teased her having hearing her say that many times before. He plunged back in there, feeling her burning hot flesh on his cheeks, her sweet pussy and asshole on his tongue. He had been unsurprised to find her pussy already drenched when he first dove in, and now it was leaking all over his face.
But as delicious as her pussy was, his tongue kept sliding back up to her asshole and Mark revelled in this doubly forbidden pleasure. Not only was he eating ass, but he was eating his mother's ass. And this time it wasn't simply a quick taste. Instead, she was letting him feast on her. He lost himself in her deep cleft and her moans. Suddenly she cried "Fuck it!", grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head away.
Mark was stunned for a moment but when his mother stood and and said "Come," he followed her. His heart began pounding harder when he realized that they were going to her room. In the corridor, Mark stared at her naked ass as it swished left and right with her steps. He marvelled at the way her cheeks jiggled just slightly, the perfect equilibrium between firmness and softness. Just before she entered, she let her bikini top fall to the floor. She turned, walked inside her room and two second later Mark froze in the doorway. In front of him, he saw his mom on all fours on her her bed, completely naked.
Panting, Mark removed all of his clothing and walked towards his mother's ass. Looking back, she looked at his cock, smiled and said "The lube's in the second drawer..." After grabbing it, Mark knelt behind her and slapped his heavy cock against her buttocks a few times.
"Is this for real?" he asked, dazed.
"Fuck yeah. But hurry up before my sanity comes back and I change my mind." his mom drawled. "And just my ass. Just that, OK?"
Mark grinned as he pushed a generous dollop of lube onto his cock. That expression, "Just that, OK?" was as if she was trying to convince herself that a limit made things alright. But she was about to let her own son, her very own flesh and blood fuck her ass. Raw. No condom, no hesitation, no shame. Just pure anal sex between mother and son. Mark's heart was racing, his mind awhirl with too many emotions at the same time.
When he placed the tip of his glistening cock against her little asshole, it looked huge. Then again, when he pressed gently against her, he saw her asshole opening around his girth. "Fuck it's big!" she cried, shaking her head and groaning. His tip wasn't even halfway in! But despite the pain, her asshole welcomed his cock and soon her felt it clamp under the crown. This was it! He was inside his mother's ass! He had massaged it, fondled it, squeezed it, slipped his finger and tongue inside it, but now it was finally the turn of his cock.
As he pushed deeper, his hands on her hips, her moans turned into groans again and son she was shaking. Two inches. He paused, staring dumbly at the sight of his shaft being swallowed by his mother's sweet ass. "Again..." she breathed. And he happily obliged, slipping two more inches inside her. "Christ! You're so much bigger than my dildo!" She groaned again, arching her back to find a better angle.
Mark pulled back slightly before letting another drop of lube fall upon his cock. After coating his hard flesh with it, he pushed back. To his surprise, his mom moaned in pleasure this time, as if the pain had vanished. "Oh Gods! Oh Gods! Oh Gods!" his mom kept repeating as he pushed deeper and deeper. "Go in! Go all in! Oh my Gods this feels so fucking good!"
Mark gasped as he saw his shaft fully disappearing inside her tiny little asshole. When his thighs pressed hard against her generous ass, Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Her I am, fulfilling one of my deepest wish! I'm fucking my mom's sweet ass!" he thought, shaking. When he pulled back and pushed back in, he was floored by the sheer amount of pleasure. It was physically amazing, but the incestuous thought of sodomizing his mother made it even more wonderful.
And so he began to properly fuck her ass, watching, shocked, as his cock ploughed into her delightful asshole. He felt all those smooth ridges inside her caressing his cock, felt her warmth, felt her tightness swallowing him... He was dazed with pleasure as, for once, real life turned out even better than his fantasies. "Harder..." she said very faintly. He barely heard her voice. But when she repeated it a few seconds later, he heard her.
"Really?" he asked.
"Christ yes. Your cock is amazing in my ass!" his mom said.
Shifting his grip on her hips, Mark brought his knees slightly closer and took a deep breath. Like a locomotive slowly gaining speed he thrust inside her faster and faster, harder and harder. And his mom went crazy! Her upper body fell upon the bed as her two hands flew to her pussy. In seconds she was bucking and crying out her first climax. "Good Gods! I'm being fucked up the ass by my son and I'm climaxing like a damned whore! So good! So fucking good! Who knew that it could be so—" but she interrupted herself by shouting her pleasure.
When she collapsed fully on the bed Mark followed her as quickly as he could as to not slip out. But before he could realize that he had, he fell upon her and pushed back in. In her pussy. They both realized the difference immediately and both cried out "Shit!" at the same time. But even though his mother had said anal sex only, there was no way that Mark would pull out now. Laughing, still panting from her climax, his mom reached behind to grab his arm. But she released it as pleasure forced new moans through her lips.
Mark was in heaven. He knew he was an assman at heart, and that anal sex would always be his number one fetish. But feeling his cock ploughing into his mom's pussy? Way too good to pass up! Feeling more confident he pummelled into her a lot harder. As soon as he did, her moans became louder and he could hear the squishy sound of her drenched pussy being mercilessly pounded into. Ironically, this different position and angle meant that he could feel more of her ass smacking up against his own body, adding to the feelings.
Suddenly, something he hadn't even fantasized about became imperative. He pulled out and turned his mother on her back. Shocked, she spread her legs and smiled as he slipped inside her pussy again. But that wasn't all that Mark had in mind. As she closed her eyes and gasped, Mark leaned forward and kissed her. For a moment she returned the kiss with a fiery passion, but eventually she broke off. "Mark... No, not this." He kissed her again and after resisting for a moment, she turned her head and said "You really are relentless, damn you!" but she was smiling and turned her head back for another kiss.
Mother and son kissed for a long while, tasting each other's mouths and tongues in this most taboo way. In the meantime, Mark pushed into her willing pussy as his mother pushed back up against his thrusts. Eventually, he felt his climax surging up and panicked for a moment. "Where can I—"
She interrupted him "Inside my pussy, baby. Don't dare to pull out. I'll let you cum in my ass later, but now I want you to fill my pussy with your sperm!"
"Just that, OK?" he replied, teasing her.
His mom was thus laughing as Mark shot jet after jet of incestuous sperm into her pussy. He had climaxed many times in his life, including quite a few times inside the pussies of his girlfriends. But this was different. This was insanely good. He felt as if his entire body was trying to enter his mom's pussy. Eventually he stopped shaking and spasming and he pulled out.
As soon as he did, he saw his mom sitting up and pushing him onto his back. "I'm not letting this fade away... I'm fare from done with you!" With that she leaned over his cock and took it into her mouth. It was so fucking unbelievable! Mark stared at his cock being eaten by his mother and panted. Even if his climax was fading, he knew that his erection would not. "Ok mom... I'm good."
"Christ!" she said, a thick rope of saliva hanging from her lower lip to his cock. "So fast? Ok then!"
Turning around, she straddled his cock with her back towards him. Reaching back, Mark saw her pulling his cock upwards, pressed against her ass. She then rose up until the tip of his cock was against her asshole. "Ready for round two?" Mark laughed as he felt and saw his mother's ass swallow his cock again. She had no idea that this reverse cowgirl was his favorite position.
And so for the next twenty minutes straight he stared at his mother's ass devouring his cock until he climaxed again. Then it was his turn to please her with his fingers and mouth before, very late that night, he climaxed a third time, once again inside her ass. It was naughty, it was nasty, it was illegal in many states... But by the time they collapsed on the bed to fall asleep, they were both grinning. Sweaty, hair in tangles and panting. But grinning.
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