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I Can't Make It Without Mom's Ass
My hands were shaking. The knot in my stomach was a constant reminder
of what I had to do if I was ever going to be sane again...
She, who is my mother, was sitting on the couch reading one of her
many romantic novels, oblivious to my pain. Before I get into my
problem allow me to describe what has been torturing me for the past
five years: My mother is what I would call cute and pretty. She's a
natural beauty who never needs more than a little make-up to enhance
her beautiful hazel eyes or her plump, red lips. Her straight,
chestnut hair has blonde streaks which makes her look younger than her
forty-one years.
The best part of her, though, which is also the source of my pleasure
and pain, was her round, bubble butt. Every time she walks around the
house in her panties, my mouth instantly waters at the sight of her
plump cheeks which roll out and around with each step that she takes.
From where I stood in the kitchen, I could see that she was wearing
her sexy, pink panties today with a white t-shirt that hugged her
ample jugs. Her nipples stood at attention, teasing me to come suck
them through their confines. Her thick, toned legs were folded under
her like one of those playmates from the seventies posing in sexy
lingerie.
I was trying to gather up my nerve to walk over and let her know how
much I needed her mouth-watering ass. But before I do that, let me
tell you what brought me to the state I'm in now.
When I was eighteen, I first noticed what a woman's body could do to a
young teen. I was in the dining room and I had just finished my
sandwich. I was going up to the second floor bathroom to pee and wash
up before going to listen to some music. When I got there, the door
was slightly ajar; I heard the bath water running in the tub. I
figured my mom was preparing for a nice soak. So, I thought I still
had enough time to do my business and leave her alone.
Nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see when I opened the
door: There, resting her knees on the lip of the tub, was my mother
scrubbing the wall. Every move of her arm would jiggle her sweet panty
covered ass, side-to-side. I didn't want to stare but I couldn't help
it. I began to feel funny all over, from my head down to my cock. I
couldn't believe it; my mom's ass looked like some kind of perfect
heart. Each round, succulent cheek was separated from the other by a
half-inch gap which greedily swallowed her panties into her crack.
When she moved down toward the bottom of the tub, her panties would
ride up her crack revealing more of those mouth watering mounds. I
could actually make out a few stray hairs here and there, which only
made my cock harder than it already was.
I stood there, unmoving, as if in a deep trance. My mouth went dry and
my hands began to tremble. My immature brain, at the time, couldn't
make sense of the feelings that overcame my body. After staring
another couple of seconds, I quietly made my way out and left with
the image of that amazing ass burned into my mind.
From there on, I began to take notice of my mother's ass and of asses
in general. Every time I did this, my mouth would always become dry
and my hands would start to tremble, not to mention my cock becoming
really hard. It wasn't until the following year when I turned eighteen
that I knew what I wanted in life, aside from a career that is. What I
wanted--no needed, more than anything in the world, was to fuck my
mother's ass. Initially, I felt bad for having these sick thoughts
about my mother, but I guess lust and love quickly destroyed any
feelings of doubt.
When I got home from school the next day, I was so excited about
jerking-off that in no time at all, I stripped down and pulled on my
cock to images of mom's plump ass being ravaged by my hard shaft. In
less than ten seconds I was spewing my cum all over the sheets of my
bed. I wanted to do it again, but I was too drained. It was the most
powerful orgasm I ever had. So instead, I cleaned up and took a long
nap before dinner. After I had eaten, I went to my room and jerked-off
again since I still felt somewhat refreshed after my nap. I jerked-off
one more time until I fell into a blissful sleep dreaming of my
mother's ass in the bathroom while she scrubbed away.
After a few weeks of doing this, my mind began to fail me: I started
to become withdrawn and depressed since I knew mom would never allow
me to have her in that way. I no longer hung out with my buddies after
school or talked with anyone except relatives that would come by to
visit. Who would believe it, a depressed eighteen year old son who
wanted to fuck his mother's ass! I was withdrawn socially and I could
only put it down to wanting my mother.
My mother noticed my sulking and began to worry. She kept pressing me
to tell her my problems but I wouldn't budge. She made it clear that
if I ever needed to talk to her about anything at all, she would
always be there to listen. I really felt bad putting my mom through
this, but I didn't know what to do, until now. So, here I am,
nineteen, nervous as hell and ready to go talk to her about my
problem.
I want to state for the record that I'm only doing this out of concern
for my mental health rather than for the sex.
Out of pain and desperation, my feet started to move on their own,
toward the sofa.
She saw me approaching and gave me a big smile which made my heart
melt. I knew she loved me--her pride and joy, but I loved her more
than just as a mother.
“Mom.”
“Yes dear,” she sweetly said.
“Mom, remember how you said I could talk to you about
what’s been bothering me for the past couple of months.”
She perked up at the fact that I finally wanted to discuss my
feelings. If she only knew what those feelings were.
“Ahuh. Do you wanna talk now, sweetie?”
I shook my head and sat down next to her on the sofa. I looked down at
the rug for a couple of seconds before saying anything. This gave me
the time to collect my thoughts. I was way to nervous to look at her
eyes.
“Alex, look at me.”
“Mom, please don’t ask me to look at you right now. This
is harder to do than you can ever know. Just promise me that
you’ll let me finish what I have to say, no matter what.”
“Of course I will, honey.”
I took a deep breath to control my trembling hands. My mother noticed
this and cupped my hands into hers to calm me down enough to speak.
“It’s okay honey, just say what’s on your mind.
Okay.”
“Okay, mom.”
I forced myself to look into her eyes and began to blurt out
everything, from when I saw her cleaning the bathroom that day to how
I’d endlessly masturbate thinking of her lovely ass.
“Mom, you can’t imagine how long it has taken me to find
the courage to talk about this. Please don’t judge me or tell me
I need to go see a shrink.
“Don’t be silly. Lots of boys are attracted to their
mothers though not as passionately as you are, I’m
guessing.”
“Well, you may change your mind once you hear my request. I need
to ask you this huge favor...I need...Mom, you’ve gotta
understand that I don’t think I’ll be able to grow up a
normal adult without your help.”
“I promised not interrupt so just tell me how I can help you get
over this.”
“Mom...mom I need to have your ass. I mean, I need to have anal
sex with you.”
I didn’t want to use crude language in front of my mother at the
time; I guess I could’ve said, I need to fuck your juicy ass,
but that’s totally wrong especially if your asking for a huge a
favor like the one I just laid on her.
“What!” Her eyes went wide with shock. She had this look
like I just told her I only had one day to live.
“I can’t believe what you just said to me.”
I went back to staring at the rug, waiting for the slap that would
send me into oblivion. My hands began to tremble again.
“You want to go to bed with your own mother? Me!”
I simply shook my head up and down while staring at the floor.
“Alex, look at me right now.”
For some reason, I couldn't move. It was like my brain did a lock down
or something. She gently clasped her left hand under my chin and
steered my head toward her.
“Son, how can I do something like that with you and how could
you ask such a thing of me! This is so surreal. I can’t even
think right now. Alex, baby--just go to your room and we’ll talk
tonight after supper. I need to think about what you’ve just
said. I’m not mad at you, but I'm certainly not happy either. I
need time to think about what I'm going to do about your
problem.”
I went up stairs to my room feeling flushed from nervousness and
embarrassment for what I’d just done. It felt good getting it
off my chest, yet at the same time, I also felt mad at myself for
coming clean with my problem and for being cursed. Why did this have
to happen to me. I didn't go looking for her ass, I mean, were there
other boys out in the world going through what I was going through or
was I the only one suffering.
Mom made a nice dinner that night and we mostly ate it in silence. I
thought she was mad at me. I really couldn’t blame her if she
was. But I guess this is what I get for screwing things up between us.
When I finished cleaning the dishes, I made my way up to my room and
laid on my bed looking at the ceiling and thinking about what I had
done earlier today. A soft knock broke me from my reverie. It was my
mother asking me to come to her bedroom. When I got there, I
didn’t know what to expect: was she going to send me away to the
funny farm or send me to live with my aunt. She was sitting on the
edge of her bed looking at me with a seriousness I have never seen
before. She patted the mattress. I sat down and began playing with my
hands while looking down at her cute dainty feet.
“Alex, what you asked me today, no son should ask of his mother.
I understand the mental and physical pain you must be going through,
and I want to let you know that we will work this out.”
“Mom…I” She raised a hand to silence me.
“Let me finish, baby.”
“Okay, mom.”
“I must admit I was taken aback when you told me how much you
needed my butt. I haven’t seen such passion from a man for my
derriere in quite a long time. Your father was the same way when it
came to my...uhm, ass.”
Just hearing her say “butt” and “ass” had my
cock growing into granite.
“He had to have me that way at least three or four times a week.
It wasn’t easy for me in the beginning to take him back there,
but after enough practice, it became almost automatic for me to take
your father in that way. Do you understand, Alex?”
“Wow! I can’t believe your telling me this about you and
dad.”
“Well, it’s not easy and it’s something very private
and under normal circumstances, I would never share something so
intimate with my own son. But, you had the courage to open up to me,
and I feel I should do the same.”
“But, what are we going to do, mom?”
“I don’t know for now. Just hang in there and give me the
week to think about this some more.”
“Okay mom. Mom...”
“Yes.”
“I really love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
I got up and gave her a kiss goodnight and went to my room. I was
feeling a little better that she didn’t freak out or tell me she
was going to send me to my aunts or something.
Sleep didn’t come easy that night. When it finally did, I dreamt
of my mother on her hands and knees resting on a bright, silver
platter presenting her luscious ass cheeks to me for my consumption. I
bit into her plump cheeks until I almost tore the skin. It was then I
awoke with a raging hard on ready to pierce my jockeys. During the
week, I, for the most part, stood out of her way so she could think
about my proposal. I really hoped she would help me by offering her
sweet ass to me. It was torture waiting for her to make up her mind.
Then, on Friday night, she called me down to the living room to sit
with her on the sofa.
“Honey, I’ve been giving what you said some serious
thought; I know finding a woman to take care of your needs wouldn't
work because I think it’s something more than just sex for
you.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s what I thought.” She said.
“You did”?
“Yes, what mother doesn’t know her boy. Look, This
isn’t easy for me, but I’ve decided to meet you half
way.”
“What do you mean ‘half way’”? I asked
questioningly.
“What I mean is, I’ll let you play with it, you know, my
ass.”
“I don’t know what you mean, mom.”
“You can touch it, smell it, whatever you want, but you may not
penetrate me. I draw the line there. I can’t have my own son put
his thing into my bottom. That wouldn’t be right and it’s
bad enough that I’m allowing you to do this to me. It’s
against the law. If anyone ever found out about this, I’d be
thrown in jail and you’d end up in foster care or at your
aunts.”
“Mom, I would never tell a soul. Honest.” This was not
what I was hoping for but I figured it was better than nothing and at
least it would let me have some of her sweet ass even though it was
under her terms.
“You understand this is not something pleasurable for me.
I’m only doing this in hopes of getting you back to normal. By
the way, only my panties are to come off. Do you understand”?
“I guess.” I said sadly.
“Don’t feel so down. If you really want to, we can start
right now. What do you say.”
She reached over and ruffled my hair the way mom’s like to do.
My cock got painfully hard just thinking about what I was going to do
to her gorgeous ass.
She told me to give her a few minutes before coming into her bedroom.
I watched as my mom, or rather her big, juicy ass, climbed the stairs
while each cheek deliciously swayed from side to side.
After waiting for more than five minutes, I went up the stairs to her
bedroom and stopped by the door. The door was slightly ajar like the
bathroom door was when I was eighteen when I caught her scrubbing the
wall. I wondered if she did that intentionally to get me to remember
that erotic incident. Probably not. Anyway, I slowly pushed her door
open with my sweaty palm. The view inside steadily became wider as the
door opened more. Finally, the goddess called mom was waiting for me
in the center of her bed. My breath caught in my throat when I saw her
on her hands and knees. I felt my blood rise to my face as my heart
beat faster. Sweat formed on my forehead and my mouth went dry. That
familiar shaking of my hands started again as I stared with big eyes.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
In the center of the bed, my mom was waiting on her hands and knees
with her thonged ass in the air. When she caught my eye, she lowered
herself on to her elbows while resting the side of her face on her
forearms. This move increased her arch even more which really brought
out her plump heart-shaped ass. I think my mouth was getting wet
because I had to stop a bit of drool from escaping the corner of my
mouth. I shuffled over to her touching the side of the bed with my
knees. I tried to take in her scent from where I stood, hoping her ass
musk would reach my nostrils from this distance. Instead, only her
sweet perfume licked my nostrils which made my cock feel like it was
about to tear a hole in my shorts.
She was wearing white thongs which looked so sexy against her lightly
tanned skin. The top strap bit into her juicy hip making it pop out,
wanting to be squeezed and kneaded while the back rode deep into her
crack coming into contact with the one hole I longed to be in.
“It’s okay honey. Come up on the bed behind mommy.”
She noticed the bulge in my shorts as I climbed on the bed next to
her. The view was even better from the rear as I got to truly
appreciate those soft, doughy globes of her ass. She looked over her
shoulder with a smile and said I could begin but I was not to touch
her anywhere else since this was for my mental health and not for my
pleasure. If she only knew. With shaking hands I reached out to palm
the round flesh I hungered for all these years. The feeling was
indescribable, at least to this nineteen year old. The difference
between her cool soft panties and her warm soft flesh sent a charge
straight down to my already stiff cock.
I slowly moved my hands around her soft ass—kneading, pinching,
and pulling it like dough. After a few minutes of this, I moved my
face down to take in her sweet smell. Her lovely cheeks surrounded my
face and warmed my skin as I deeply inhaled her natural fragrance. I
sniffed like a like a boy possessed. Her ass had a faint underarm
smell to it, but I wasn’t complaining, in fact, her scent drove
me to another level of savage lust and desire.
It was time now. I reached up and grasped the sides of her panties,
slowly pulling it down over her curves as it hugged her round
heart-shaped ass. I stopped just under her bottom cheeks. This made
her ass bubble out even more if that was possible. Man! What a sight
it was. I reached up and pried her cheeks wide apart which caused her
pussy lips to come apart revealing her pink interior. She gasped at
this.
“ Are you okay mom”? I earnestly asked.
“Fine dear, just wasn’t expecting that.”
Her puckered hole was absolutely perfect unlike some of those women in
those raunchy magazines who either had assholes that look destroyed or
had nasty birthmarks on them. Not this queen of asses, though. She had
a nice pink shade that covered the straight ridges which began from
the center of her hole and ended right on the outer edge of her
circle. I continued to deeply inhale her scent and then decided to go
in for a kiss. As my lips came into contact with her rosebud, her
sphincter twitched—sending me into a lustful rage. I attacked
and slobbered all over that puckered hole of hers—licking,
sucking, and scraping down the center with my front teeth.
She moaned as I devoured her little star, lapping away, knowing no end
to this feast. I felt like a shark on a feeding frenzy with its eyes
rolled back revealing its whites. I kept sucking at her asshole for
what must’ve been a good twenty minutes hoping to bring it out
to the size of her nipple if I could. When I was done eating, the
little pink grooves stood out engorged with blood. It looked very red
and raw at the same time. I felt her crinkly hole beckoning me to
softly glide the tip of my tongue over each individual ridge to sooth
away her soreness.
During this time of devouring my mother’s asshole, my cock felt
like it was ready to split its skin. It was so damn hard. I
desperately needed to feel her tight channel around my throbbing
member, milking my balls of all their juice, but, I knew fucking her
was a no, no. I couldn’t stop now; I was too close to my goal. I
just had to have her ass, but I also needed a plan—and fast!
Then it hit me like a shit load of bricks, I’ll tell her I want
to gently probe her sphincter with my fingers. And while I’m
doing that, I’ll ask her if it’s alright for me to stick
my thumb in her ass since its a bit fatter than my other fingers. When
its time to use my thumb, I’ll insert my cock instead.
They’re both about the same width with my cock being bigger of
course. I know it sounds like bad planning on my part but you have to
remember something—I ‘m desperate.
“Mom, can I put my fingers in you”? I asked as sweetly and
politely as I could. She took a moment to think about that. I was
almost sure she was going to deny me when she said:
“Okay, but just a little. First, go to the bathroom and get the
Vaseline from the medicine cabinet. I need to be lubricated before you
do any probing.”
I beamed with happiness. I really began to think that this just might
work, if I don’t screw anything up until then. I raced off to
the bathroom and grabbed the small jar of goop and was back behind her
upturned ass in under a second. I dipped my middle finger and scooped
out a large glop and gently applied it to her raw hole, moving around
in circles to get her used to the feeling. After doing this for some
time I noticed her sphincter didn’t contract as much as it did
before, which I took as my cue to gently insert my lubed finger into
her burning asshole. I pushed in slowly as her puckered hole began
sucking my finger deep into her forbidden depths. It was so damn sexy
to watch but nothing prepared me for what happened next: when I began
to pull my finger back, her sphincter obscenely grabbed on to my
finger and came out about a good half-inch. This time the drool
escaped my mouth and fell to the mattress. I had seen this in
magazines but it seemed only a very few women had this ability. Her
words broke me out of my fixation.
“You’re staring at how my asshole pulls out, aren’t
you. Your dad was fascinated by that for some reason. It must be a guy
thing. I guess like father, like son.”
“It’s so unbelievably sexy, mom. Your beautiful.”
“Why thank you, Alex.”
I almost came seeing this sight when I did it a couple of times, so I
looked at the bed spread to calm myself down a little before a geyser
erupted in my shorts. It wasn’t time for my big finale, yet. I
pushed back in half way just to pull back and watch that spectacle
again. I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided the next time I
pulled my finger out, I was going to replace it with my throbbing
cock. I slowly inched my finger out while, at the same time, releasing
my cock from my drawers. I moved the tip to where my finger had been
and rubbed around her rosebud. Man! The feeling was beyond belief.
Pre-cum was leaking from my cockhead which I smeared all over her
tight hole. I wanted her to still believe it was my finger doing all
the rubbing. After I felt it was too much, I told her I was going to
push my thumb in her ass. Instead, I pushed the head of my cock in
real slow and ready to hold her hips if she decided to struggle, which
I knew she probably would.
I pushed in a little more and she gasped but said to go slow. Looking
down at my uncut cock, I could see the skin pulling back from the
pressure of getting into her sweet ass. As I pushed in more, the
bulbous head of my dick came out of its sheath into the open,
revealing its angry head. The veins on my cock stood out like they
were going to pop under the strain. After a few more seconds of
penetration, the head finally lodged itself into the ring of her tight
asshole almost making me spill my juice into her rectum. I was trying
my best not to cum until I could bottom out deep into her bowels. I
knew once my thighs mad contact with hers, the game would be up, so I
took it nice and slow pushing in another inch. Then another. She
grunted when I cleared her ring but didn’t tell me to stop. I
took that as a good sign.
I now had at least three of my six inches of meat packed into her
round, bubble butt. I used my left had to pry her cheek to the side
watching her sphincter stretch away from the side of my hard cock.
This had the effect of loosening her muscles up and letting me in
quicker. I would’ve used my other hand to help but then she
would start to question what was really in her ass. Not a good plan. I
pushed in another two inches and thought it was time to pull back
before our thighs came into contact. Her sphincter really stretched
out with my cock this time until only my head was in her warm sleeve.
I then reversed my direction and pushed in but with more force to get
a rhythm going. I loved how her tight, pink hole clamped around my
stiff pipe drawing me closer to that long awaited end. I picked up the
pace since I knew it wouldn’t be long now. My cock plunged to
the base making our thighs come into contact. I didn’t mean for
that to happen, but at this point, I was too far gone to have cared if
she found out that I was fucking her with my cock instead of my thumb.
In fact, I wanted her to know it was her son plowing that sweet ass of
hers. This way I could sink in the last inch of my cock and finally
close the gap between us. I wanted to feel those warm cheeks resting
up against my thighs as I hammered into her buttery hole.
When she felt my hands grip her by the hips, she didn’t make the
connection until it was too late. She made an attempt to move forward
but my iron grip kept her in place. My mom struggled a little more but
I guess she realized it was just better to let me have my way with
her. She made this sexy moan every time my heavy balls slapped her
pussy lips. After awhile I began to feel something sticky and wet form
on the front of my nut sacks. I looked down as my cock sawed in and
out of her pink hole and noticed a thick string of her juice stretch
from her pussy to my balls each time I pulled out to my head. Knowing
that I was responsible for making my hot mother wet made my balls
twitch out of control. I knew I only has seconds before I blew my load
into her ass. She made one final attempt to get me not to fuck her
anymore:
“Uh! Alex.”
She tried to talk but I was pile-driving her so hard, the air left her
lungs.
“Uh! You tricked me. Uh! I’m your mother; you’re not
supposed to fuck me. Oh! How can you do this to me? Why, uh! Alex?
Why?”
“I...couldn’t help...uh! help it, mom. I need you so bad.
I need this ass.”
I couldn’t talk anymore; the portion of my brain that operated
on instinct took over. All reasoning was gone. I was reduced to the
level of a Neanderthal. I became a savage bent on tearing her ass
apart!
Her sphincter muscles began to twitch out of control. I knew it was
only a matter of seconds before I would be coating the walls of her
bowels with my potent cream. I pried both halves of her plump cheeks
far apart. Her sphincter stretched so wide I thought it would tear at
any moment. Just then, I heard a deep groan come from my
mother’s lips. She had that look women have when they’re
ready to give birth. Suddenly, her groan turned into a loud scream
which took me by surprise. Her slim fingers clutched the sheets until
the whites of her knuckles showed through. At that moment, I felt a
warm liquid spray onto my balls. It felt like pee more than anything
else. I glanced down and realized my mother was cumming. And really
hard, too. She squirted her love juice all over my balls and thighs.
This sent me over the edge. I pounded her sexy ass for about six
strokes until I felt the beginning of my load make its way up my
cock-shaft. I told her to get ready as my cockhead jerked and swelled,
unleashing my scalding cream into my pretty mother’s ass. I
yelled as I pumped load after load deep into her bowels.
“Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhhh! Oh mommy I can’t stop, you feel so
good.” I thought my cum would stop but it kept on coming like a
hose, until my balls felt completely drained of their contents.
The feeling was so intense that I almost passed out until I gulped
some air into my lungs and my vision returned to normal.
I felt faint and out of breath and my cock looked as if a fine layer
of skin had been rubbed off. It was raw with a reddish hue from all
the friction it went through. Her ass made a slurping sound as I
pulled my cock out. Her anal hole was wide open and my cum was sliding
down to her pussy. I never saw anything like it before. It made me
want to rim her gaping hole, which is exactly what I did. I dove in to
slurp at her dilated hole as she caught her breath. I licked the inner
walls of her rectum clockwise then counter clockwise all the while
slobbering copious amounts of saliva around her abused entrance. I was
a starving mad man licking away at her flesh and giving her the
rimming of her life. She tried to pull away but I held on for dear
life. It was so good, that is, until her hole closed around my tongue
preventing me from moving around. Since it made sense at the time, I
decided butt fuck her with my tongue until my jaw got tired. She told
me to stop with a hint of anger in her voice. When I didn’t
relent, she slammed her lovely ass against my nose stinging the hell
out of it. At that point I knew fun time was over. She told me to get
out of her room as she turned over to sit on her pear-ass. I noticed
her eyes were wet and red from crying. I told her that I loved her and
walked back to my room leaving her sobbing on her bed.
My mother never allowed me access to her ass again and told me she was
very disappointed in me. I tried to explain my feelings for her but
she wouldn’t listen. A few weeks after the event, she finally
came around and we had a much needed talk. She was embarrassed by the
fact that I made her reveal an intimate part of herself, which was
that she was a squirter. She explained it only happened when she came
really hard. But, the real thing that bothered her was how I took
advantage of her ass in such a way. I told her lust took over my mind
and that I still loved and respected her. I asked for her forgiveness
with tears in my eyes. I guess I must’ve reached that part of
her heart only a son could gain access to. Thinking back on it, she
told me it was a small price to pay if it meant having her son back to
normal. I kissed her on the cheek and told her I would always desire
her more than any other woman. She smiled at that and said she knew
but told me to forget it because it wasn’t going to happen.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot: I was grounded for six whole months for not
respecting her wishes. It was harsh but I knew I deserved it.
I’m going to keep trying to win her heart. It’s my
mission—whatever it takes!
The End