Anal Heaven
by Anal King
[ samnitebc@yahoo.com ]

I'm looking at my computer monitor. There's an image of my mother on the screen. She's completely naked and bent over at the waist, showing off her big heart-shaped ass. You may be wondering how I got my hands on such an image. That's easy . . . I'm the one who actually took the picture. Not only did I take the picture, I also fucked her ass right after I set the camera down. 

Before I continue, let me make one thing clear: My mother was not a willing participant, at least not in the beginning. Like any normal mom, she would never agree to  have sex with her child, especially anal sex. But I caught her having an affair, and if anyone were to find out, like my dad, for example, mom's comfortable lifestyle would instantly come to an end. More importantly, she'd lose the respect of her family and friends. When I think about it, I really didn't give her much of a choice. But isn't that the whole idea behind blackmail? 

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"Okay, you've got your picture. Now let's get this over with. I want you drained before your brother and sister get up," mom said, with more than a hint of annoyance as she glared at me. I quickly peeled off my shirt and tugged my underwear down. When my cock was freed, it bobbed in the air before instantly rising to an upright position. In an effort to save time, mom had already lubed her anus, so all I had to do was slide my rod deep into her rectum. Believe me when I say, that's easier said than done. For one thing, I've never even fucked a girl before let alone a woman. For another, I may have looked confident on the outside, but on the inside, I was a nervous wreck. 

Mom took a few seconds to study my cock before she turned her back to me and placed her head and shoulders on the bathroom counter. She reached back and spread her cheeks wide open, revealing her glistening anus. I trembled in the presence of her tiny hole—a hole made to milk a dick in ways I've never dreamed of. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it would give out at any moment. "Michael, if you're going to do this disgusting act, then you better get a move on," she reminded me. 

I snapped out of my trance and stepped behind her. I had an anxious feeling in my stomach but I forced myself to calm down. If I didn't, I'd be cumming before I even started. When I was ready to proceed, I placed my left hand on the small of her back, because something told me I was going to need the support. With my right, I grabbed my cock and nudged her anus with the swollen, purple knob of my prick. Mom's puckered shit hole immediately tensed from the contact. I gave her a moment to relax before trying again. This time, I pushed harder but mom's anus still refused to budge. I didn't know what I was going to do. It's not like I had prior experience in fucking a woman's ass. This was all new to me. I expected her asshole to yield, but it didn't. 

Okay, third time's the charm as they say. Again, I steadily applied pressure, increasing the force to counteract her stubborn ring. All of a sudden, the rim of mom's anus gradually dilated under the strain. The snug walls of her asshole stretched around my swollen cockhead, smoothly sliding over its surface until the entire crown disappeared. Sparks of erotic pleasure shot through my groin, causing my stomach to flutter. "Oh my God, mom. This feels so fucking good," I blurted out, unprepared for the incredible sensation. 

"Watch your language and keep your voice down," she hissed. I shook my head in disbelief. She was still trying to maintain her role as a proper mom, despite the fact that part of her son’s dick was lodged in her ass. Go figure.

As I stood there ready to feed her another inch, a strong feeling of remorse overcame me. Just like that, I went from a confident blackmailer to bawling baby. I tried to wipe away the tears that ran down my face, but they fell on her back before I could stop them. Out of curiosity, mom glanced over her shoulder. When we locked eyes, I began to mumble what turned out to be my most sincere apology:
 
"Mom . . . I really do love you . . . but I just couldn't control myself; you have to believe me; seeing you with Mr. Taylor made me ache down there, especially when you were on your hands and knees; I felt strange inside like I had a low fever or something. But I know blackmailing you was wrong. Please forgive me," I asked, hoping I hadn't ruined our mother-son relationship.

Mom shushed me and said everything was going to be alright, and that my confession really moved her. "Michael, I thought you didn't love me anymore," she admitted. "Your dad stopped loving me years ago, and that's why I did what I did with Mr. Taylor. You shouldn't have watched us, but that's in the past now." I felt like shit because I took advantage of the one woman who cared for me all my life. I was debating with myself whether to continue or pull out and leave. Call me crazy but I decided that leaving would be the best thing to do. 

I was just about to slide my cock head out and get dressed when mom unexpectedly pushed her ass back; I almost fell back from the force, but I quickly grabbed her hips to keep my balance. When she felt I was ready, mom pushed her meaty globes back again. She grunted under her breath while inch after inch of solid cockmeat sank into her ass. Once her spongy cheeks firmly pressed against my crotch, I moaned from the intense pleasure. You would too if your cock was lodged inside a circular layer of smooth muscle that provided the perfect combination of heat and pressure. 

My breathing became shallow and my blood felt like it was burning in my veins. I noticed mom didn't seem at all aroused by our coupling. I guess I should've expected that. After all, she agreed to fuck me only because I blackmailed her. And that's not the best way to get a woman aroused. Putting my thoughts aside, I began a tentative fucking motion. It felt awkward at first, since it was the first time I used these muscles, but after a minute of trial and error, I quickly learned that I didn't need to slide my whole dick in and out in order to obtain pleasure. Just a few inches in either direction was enough to stimulate the nerves in my dick.

The only sound in the bathroom was that of my grunts. I glanced at the mirror in front of us and studied mom's face; she looked so damn sexy with her mouth open and her nostrils flaring. It made me want to savagely pull her by the hair and bring our mouths together. I can't explain it but mom's sexual energy made me want to unleash the animal in me. 

I impatiently picked up the pace; I felt over stimulated by this whole experience and it was more than I could bear. My breathing started to become ragged as the smooth rhythm of my thrusts became uncontrolled. I could feel parts of my body twitch, signaling my upcoming orgasm. I thought I had more time, but Mother Nature had different plans for me. 

Before I knew what was happening, every muscle in my body started to stiffen. In the nick of time, I was able to snatch a hand towel off the rack and stuff it into my mouth. I screamed in uncontrolled ecstasy as my heavy balls twitched, sending rope after rope of jism deep into the depths of mom's bowels. I think I spurted six times before I ran empty.  

When I finally came down from my orgasmic high, I had to suck in air so I wouldn't pass out. I relaxed a bit before I slid out of her yawing hole; a huge glob of semen leaked out and dropped to the floor. On shaky legs, I stepped away from her plump rear and leaned against the wall. 

Mom promptly stood up and walked to the door; she pressed her right ear against it and listened carefully. When she felt the coast was clear, she hurriedly sent me off to my room. I tiptoed back, making sure no one heard me. When I closed my door, I heard my little brother and sister arguing as they made their way to the bathroom. Phew! That was close.  

After that life-changing encounter with my mom, I really thought that would be the end of our morning fucks. But mom surprised me when she came to my room the next morning and woke me. I could see she had recently showered. She smelled like peaches and cream. "Follow me to the bathroom," she ordered. I got up feeling groggy but I pulled the covers aside and stood. I rubbed my eyes for a moment and followed her. My eyes locked in on her round butt cheeks as they alternately moved up and down under the towel. 

When we entered the bathroom, she locked the door behind us. Then she took a seat on the lip of the tub and began to whisper: "Michael, I understand why you felt the need to blackmail me. Trust me when I say, I know all about teenage boys and their hormones. So . . . I'm going to make a deal with you. Consider it a one-time offer: Your grades have been slipping as of late and I want you to do better—much better. If you bring your marks up, in all your classes, if you try really hard, then as a reward, I'll honor our original agreement." She waited for me to respond, but all I could do was scratch my head in confusion. 

"I don't get it, mom. What original agreement?" That's when she decided to "show" me instead of "tell" me. She seductively dropped the towel covering her body and got down on her hands and knees. Then she reached back with both hands and shamelessly spread her ass cheeks wide apart. Once I managed to close my mouth, I hurriedly tugged my briefs down. With my dick leading the way, I mounted her round ass with a burning urgency. I pressed against her puckered shit hole and pushed with my hips. In a matter of seconds, the head of my cock was tightly lodged inside the ring of her greasy anus. 

I sighed in contentment, knowing nothing would ever feel this good with any other woman. When I was deep in my mother’s ass, I began fucking her with a passion you only see in movies. After I developed a comfortable rhythm, mom began to explain our new relationship: "Every morning . . . uh . . . when I've had my shower . . . ah . . . you'll join me in the bathroom . . . uh . . . uh . . . and have your way with my bottom. But it stops the day—oh my god . . . you . . . you go off to college." 

Holy shit! That won't be for another three years! I wanted to shout for joy! Mom glanced over her shoulder and noticed my shit-eating grin as I passionately banged  her ass. The thought of using her ass for my pleasure for years to come had me shuddering and releasing rope after rope of jism.

After that we fucked every day, except when one of us was ill or if family made it difficult to meet. Thankfully, no one ever caught on to what we were doing. I'm not saying we didn't have some close calls, but we always got around them. 

As agreed, after my three years were up, I went off to college on a partial scholarship. I felt like shit. It hurt to be cut off like that, even though I knew it was bound to happen. But mom was kind enough to rent us a room the day before I left. I enjoyed my last day eating and plowing her ass undisturbed. It was great. Eventually, I did manage to move on but only with the help of some eager coeds. 

Once I finally graduated, and landed a good-paying job, I bought myself an apartment in a new condominium. What can I say. I was doing very well for myself. I had lots of friends, money in the bank, and a nice sports car. The only thing I didn't have was mom, at least not in the sexual sense. But two years later, all that changed when my dad died of a massive heart attack. It happened at work. There was nothing anyone could do.

After the funeral, relatives on both sides of the family and a few of mom's friends paid their respects and left. My siblings came back to the house with me and kept mom company. In the evening, they had to get back to their dorms; I stayed with mom offering my shoulder to cry on. We stayed up late into the night reminiscing about dad. 

She drank a lot of wine to numb her mind, but if that's what she needed to get through this, so be it. When mom fell into a deep sleep, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I was about to leave, but then thought better of it and slept in my old room. Mom would need to see a familiar face in the morning.

The next morning, the smell of mom's wonderful cooking woke me up. I made my way to the kitchen and silently stood there watching her make us breakfast. It felt so right being in the same room with this woman as she moved about preparing our food. It felt like we were a married couple. 

While we ate, I casually suggested she move in with me. “Mom, it doesn’t make sense for you to be alone in such a big, empty house.” Of course, she hemmed and hawed.

“Honey, I’ll be fine. There’s plenty to do around here. Don’t worry so much.” Of course, if you knew my mom like I do, you’d know she was giving me one of the many bullshit excuses parents make when they don't want to burden their kids. That's when I went for broke and explained my true intentions:

"Mom, you're still a very attractive woman, and you already know how I feel about you sexually. To be honest, I don't want to be with any other woman in the world but you. Remember mom, parents only want what's best for their children. And if that's true, then why don't you make me the happiest man in the world by becoming my live-in lover. 

"I don't know honey. I just don't know." 

She was obviously scared and confused, maybe even uncertain about the future. I didn’t want her to feel that way. So, I took control of the situation and confidently said, "Mom, I've never been surer of anything in my life than our love. I've wanted you ever since I reached puberty. Your body has fueled my fantasies for many years. Your love saw me through the good and the bad. I'm the man that stands before you because of you." A lone tear slid down her cheek as she got up and rushed into my arms. She cried and hugged me for dear life. 

Once I calmed her down, we spent the entire day planning our future as a couple. We discussed everything from sleeping arrangements to sex and what we would say when my brother and sister came over for the occasional visit. In the end, she agreed with everything. And I mean “everything” like daily anal sex, even if I needed it more than once a day.

That night, I took mom to bed and made slow, passionate love to her. I gave her multiple orgasms using my cock and tongue. I didn't fuck her ass because I wanted this night to be all about her. We collapsed in each other’s arms and fell into a deep sleep.

By the next morning, we started our new life together. When mom gets up, she kneels between my legs and sucks my dick until I’m good and hard. Then she gets on her knees, reaches back with her hands, and spreads those spongy cheeks wide apart. The only lube we use is my saliva. Once I'm in, I barely last three minutes before I'm screaming and filling her ass with my scalding cream. Mom's ass is the ultimate aphrodisiac for me. That's pretty much our daily morning ritual. 

When I get home in the evenings, mom puts dinner on hold so I can go straight for dessert, which consists of me eating out her juicy pussy. After she cums, I savagely fuck the shit out of her, making sure to deposit my potent load right at the mouth of her cervix. Too bad she's on birth control.

For our one-year anniversary, I got us tickets on a cruise just for newlyweds.  Naturally, they didn’t know we were mother and son but I wanted a romantic cruise to show mom just how much she means to me. When I revealed the news to her, she squealed and jumped in my arms. I gave her a lip lock that had us in the bedroom for another session of passionate fucking. 

When we boarded the ship two weeks later, we went straight to our cabin where I proceeded to fuck the shit out of her gorgeous ass. Neither of us got a lot of sleep that night. The next day, I fucked her ass in the morning, and then again in the afternoon. After dinner we were at it again—a total of three times, but we took breaks in between. And during those breaks, I hungrily sucked and nibbled on mom's soft, doughy cheeks, relishing the feel and taste of her silky, smooth skin. We barely got to enjoy the many onboard activities the ship provided. But who cares. I was in anal heaven and that's all that mattered. 

Mom is 58 now and we haven’t slowed down a bit. We're still making love on a daily basis. Even though we've been together for almost ten years now, I'm still hesitant to ask my mom for the one sexual act that I've been dying to see since we started our taboo relationship: I want to see her "gape." 

So, on one fine summer day, I finally broached the subject, but not before I bought her a dozen roses. “Thanks sweetie but what’s the occassion?”

“Well, does a man need a reason to buy something nice for his woman?”

“Hmm . . . if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted something. And based on the look on your face, it’s something dirty.”

“C’mon mom, you know I wouldn’t try—oh hell, what’s the use. You know me already so there’s no point in being sneaky.” She began to giggle uncontrollably making feel like an idiot. But when she didn’t stop, I ended up laughing with her.

“Okay my pervy son, what is it that you want to try out with my body, or should I say my ass, knowing you?” With my head down, I felt like a little boy again caught red handed.

“I . . . ah . . . want to see you gape.” When I looked up, mom frowned in confusion. She didn't have a clue as to what I was talking about. I could see this wasn't going to be easy. 

“Honey, I don’t know what a gape is.” I took mom by the hand and led her to the room that had our computer. I sat her down and opened a folder full of various women showing their gapes. I gently explained what I wanted from her while showing her image after image of women's gapes. Luckily for me, her shock faded faster than the blush on her face. I thought I was going to be in the dog house for this, but all she did was smirk and give me that "you-dirty-little-boy" look. Before she left the room, she ruffled my hair and said, "You ought to be ashamed of yourself." I knew she wasn't serious. 

Later on that night, when we were in bed, I was feeling particularly horny because of the previous conversation we had about gapes. My dick stood at attention hoping to slide into one of mom’s tight, warm holes. We were ready to fuck and I felt like having a little ass tonight. I pried her smooth cheeks apart and dove in with my tongue, flicking the tip over her crinkly tissue. Mom moaned as I kept devouring her puckered ring. I continued my dining on her plump rear until the need to see her gape made me stop. I would've eaten her ass out for another hour but I just couldn't wait any more.

I moved up her body planting soft kisses on her back, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind me. When I reached the nape of her neck, I brushed my lips against her silky skin then put my mouth at the entrance of her ear and whispered, "Mom . . . I want to see you gape." 

I sucked her ear lobe knowing how much it aroused her. "Baby . . . oh . . . mommy's not clean enough to do that. Let me have an enema first," she replied. Fuck that! When you're a true buttman, you have to take the good with the bad, and if that means seeing a little shit here and there, so be it. When she tried to get up, I softly pushed her down and used my fingers to rub her clit.

"No mom, I don't want to wait," I said, as I cupped her puffy mound with the palm of my hand, spreading her juices all over her lips. More than once, I brought her to the brink of orgasm before I finally let her cum all over the sheet. She's not a screamer like me, but she does this cute, little squeal that makes my cock throb. 

Once her breathing returned to normal, I scooped up the equivalent of a quarter cup of pussy juice and lubed her anus with it. When I was sure she was ready, I straddled her ass and smacked it a couple of times with my heavy dick. Then I rubbed it in her crack, groaning as the heat emanating from her cheeks warmed my pulsing rod. Unable to hold out any longer, I pressed the head of my swollen dick against her rosy shit hole and watched it sink in and slip around my purple knob. 

I paused so I could relish the incredible feeling. I only had the head and an inch of my shaft lodged in mom's shitter because there was no reason to go further. It was enough to get the job done. So, for the next five minutes, I proceeded to fuck my favorite hole, making sure it was loose enough to gape. Without warning, when the time was right, I quickly slid out of her twitching anus and pulled her cheeks forcefully apart. Her asshole instantly widened, showing me more than I ever thought possible. Without a ruler handy, if I had to give a rough estimate of the size of her gape, I'd say it was a good three-inches across. Who knew mom would be such a natural. Of course, it helps that she's getting on in age, because like all women who reach their 50s and beyond, their sphincters tend to weaken.  

While I kept her butt cheeks apart, I stared at the pinkish interior of her rectum. I was fascinated by the sight of her hidden cavity, with its moist walls covered in a web of red capillaries. I fell in love all over again, but this time with the most intimate part of her anatomy. I was in the presence of a woman who was truly beautiful, inside and out. If it were up to me, I could have gazed at her gape for hours and hours, but my mom pushed my hands away, either in embarrassment or discomfort. I was a little sad when I watched her anus eventually close and return to its normal shape. 

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Over time, mom has grown to accept all my perversions having to do with her ass. For example, she allows me to use butt plugs, but draws the line on speculums. She said she wants to control how long she gapes, not the other way around. Okay, you can't win 'em all, but I was more than satisfied. 

Checking her e-mails on the day we went to the hotel before I left for college

I never neglect her sweet pussy

A lazy Sunday with mom

Mom never refused me access to her ass. Not once in all the time we've been together as a couple. I literally fuck it whenever I want. Sometimes, I get so carried away after fucking her ass, I unintentionally give mom a play-by-play on what's going on in her rectum, like how fast or slow my jism is sliding down to her colon, or which wall it's sticking to. She just blushes and hides her face in the pillow. God, how I love this woman. She’s my mom, my friend, my lover, and my wife.

I took her right where she stood

The End