considered it extremely gentlemanly of me to ignore those urges, and I continued to do so as I gingerly ushered one, then two, then three inches into my mother's asshole.
The heat was astonishing. Had the rest of my body been the same temperature as my dick, I would have been dripping head to toe in sweat.
She did not ask me to slow down a single time, and gobbled the following portion into her crammed bottom without anything other than a few breathy whimpers.
I felt her feet kicking the mattress and saw her gripping the bedsheets in an attempt to fight against her body's natural inclination to eject the enormous intruder slowly worming its way into her bowels.
"Ohmygod!" she squealed. "Oh my-- fuck, Dom!"
When I felt the heat from her cunt lapping against my balls, I knew that I was close. I thrust forward and pulled her into me at the same time, sealing our bodies together with every square inch of my dick cooking inside a wet, sweltering furnace.
She hugged my cock with her butt, and I swear it felt like she were swaddling me like she'd done when I'd returned home from school as a kid. In the midst of a veritable hurricane of incestuous lust and sodomy, I suddenly felt safe - a moment of serenity that made no sense at all, but felt perfectly natural and right.
I patted her butt a couple of times. "Good job, Mom."
She pushed her butt backwards and ground against my stomach, churning my dick in the depths of her tightly packed asshole. "Can you - and just tell me if this is stupid - but, can I ask you to call me something else?"
That caught me up short. "Do you want me to use your real name?" I asked.
"No!" she replied quickly. "I hate that. You don't get to call me Charlotte, sweet pea." I could practically hear her blushing when she gave me a hint. "There's something else you used to call me, though."
My heart skipped a beat. "I used to call you 'Mommy.'"
She hummed happily. "Yeah, that. I miss that."
I leaned down and looped my arms around her midsection, then placed a kiss below her shoulder blade. "I can do that, Mommy."
A deep, gratified groan came out of her mouth. "Thank you, sweet pea. That's perfect."
With my dick fully inserted into Mom's bum, our bodies were as close as could be. My thighs were pressed firmly against her butt cheeks, making them bulge out when I tried to push in just a little bit deeper, as though fitting my body between them would allow me to worm further into the heated abyss.
She squeezed around me, caressing the meat plugging her asshole. "It feels good to be full again."
I peeled my stomach off of her back and stood up straight. "I can't believe you can fit all of me, Mommy."
"Well, honey, you know what they say." She accented each of her following words with a rigorous convulsion. "Seeing-- is-- believing!"
Peering down, I was gifted with a sight that few men could ever claim to have seen. My cock had completely vanished inside of her, and though the heat and pressure surrounding it made it obvious that it was still attached to me, such otherworldly sensations made it hard to believe that there was not a portal to some other plane of paradise buried at the bottom of her bum.
"Can I make a suggestion?" she piped up.
"Of course."
"You should pull out--"
"What?" I asked, interrupting her. "Why?" That's how out of my mind I was, and how desperate I was to stay joined with her forever. I'd literally forgotten what fucking involved.
Mom hissed at me. "Listen! Pull out just to the head, then push back inside in one go. Can you do that?"
I thought for a moment about whether she was asking for my benefit or hers. "Do you want me to?"
Mom nodded affirmatively with her entire body. "Yes! Yes, please!"
I slithered my dick out of her slimy innards with a noise that was strangely akin to the sound one's shoe makes when peeling it off of a sticky movie theater floor, but far more drawn out, since I took my time withdrawing. Per her request, I stopped when just the head was still inside of her.
My dick had been cooked so thoroughly that I could feel a notable breeze coming from the overhead fan. Even the smallest gust of wind was an ice storm compared to the warmth of Mom's asshole.
She arched her back and pushed her face back onto the mattress, then spread her legs wide enough for me to fit between them.
She delivered a swat to her left cheek, then gave both of them a generous jiggle. "Back inside, sweet pea."
"Okay, Mommy," I said in a low, rumbling tone.
I took a moment to soak in the garish sight of my cock sticking almost all the way out of her like a fat, veiny tail. I rubbed my hand over the goosebumps that had appeared over her cheeks, smoothing them out with my palm before I grabbed her by the waist.
That time I was not gentle, but only because I knew that she did not need me to be. Her body had gotten used to my size rather quickly, giving me confidence that she could handle something a bit rougher, so I thrust forward and pulled her into me at the same time. In an instant, my dick plunged through the soggy channel so fast that she seized up when I bottomed out.
"Christ!" she yelped.
I pulled my dick out. "I thought you could handle it--" Then I drove it back to the root. "--Mommy?"
The force of me colliding with her ass carried enough momentum to shove her forward. Her cheek - no, the other kind -- rubbed hard against the bedsheets.
A mess of cascading blonde hair fell over her eyes. "I-I'm doing my best!"
I grabbed at her doughy ass fat, digging my fingers into the soft flesh. I used the flabby reins to guide her, pushing her body away from me slightly as I withdrew my dick from its hovel.
I could not muster the patience to pull out all the way, as the desire to stuff myself back inside was too great. I also didn't want to give her time to appreciate the sudden absence, so I hurriedly drove my piston back into her half-vacant chamber.
Mom bellowed in time with the lewd clapping of her plump ass cheeks against my thighs. Flesh hit flesh with cracks of lightning, but her continued bellyaching was far louder.
"Fuck! Oh my God, that hurts!" she screeched.
"Should I--"
"Don't fucking stop!" she screeched, making it clear that, for her, the pain was inextricable from her pleasure. As long as something was being pushed into, pulled out of, or birthed from her asshole, she appeared to be happy to play the role of an obedient butt-slut who would endure whatever punishment I thought her asshole deserved.
I hammered my cock into her, delivering repeated blows against the curved wall of slippery flesh at the bottom where her asshole sloped off into her colon. I had naively thought that so many years of training would have rendered her essentially bottomless, but my dick - specifically the sensitive helmet - was delighted to have a barrier cushioning the impact.
I put more strength behind my movements, yanking her ass-first onto my dick. I fucked her with the aim of hitting the headboard with my cock, and though it was an impossible dream, I knew its pursuit would still yield glorious results. Each concussive blow against the inside of her tummy made her body heave forward, generating ripples in her creamy flesh, but I was always there to pull her back onto me.
Mom had become so loose that it no longer felt like she was gripping me. She seemed unable to engage the muscles that had once squeezed me so tenderly. All she could do was hold on for the ride while I effortlessly pumped my dick in and out, each time evoking another ridiculously loud clap when my thighs struck her bottom.
Clap!
Clap!
Clap!
I picked up the pace, gritting my teeth to focus all of my energy on trying to turn my mother inside out.
Clap-clap-clap!
Mom squealed at a brilliantly high pitch in response to each of my thrusts. "Oh! Oh, honey! Oh! Fuck me!"
I was breathing so hard that I found it difficult to speak, but still managed to state the obvious. "You're so loose now, Mommy."
I wonder if she's ready to gape yet. I thought fiendishly, enthralled with the idea of gazing into my mother's open asshole after I had bludgeoned it into a soft, red paste.
Despite how thoroughly I thought I'd done the same to her filthy, horny brain, she nevertheless proved that she was right there with me in that sex-crazed headspace. "D-do-- you wa-- want to-- see it?" she croaked.
We both knew exactly what "it" was, but I knew how good it would feel to hear her say it. I had to hear her say it.
"See what?" I slowed down the pace of my frantic fucking to a crawl so that she could speak more clearly.
She took a much-needed breath, then brushed the hair out of her eyes and peered at me over her shoulder. "My bum, sweet pea. Do you want to see how loose it is now?"
It came as no surprise, but nevertheless, my jaw literally dropped. "Fuck yes I do!"
Mom grabbed onto both of her ass cheeks and spread them wide open with my dick still wedged inside of her. "Go ahead. Take a look."
I steadily withdrew my dick; the head popped out with a soft squelching sound. It was barely loud enough to be heard over the meditative groaning Mom had taken to when I had begun to pull out, but I still picked up on the audible evidence of how gooey her asshole had become.
I could not believe what my eyes were seeing, so I blinked hard two times to try and clear my vision. When I opened them, I realized that I was staring into the largest gape that I had ever seen from my mother-- including her videos.
One cannot truly stare at a gape. It is simply empty space, and that truth became clear to me when I realized that I was no longer staring at my mother's asshole. I was staring into it, and into the vacuous space I had left behind after beating the shape of my dick into the tube of raw memory foam.
I guess she was telling the truth about me being bigger than Dad. That thing is huge!
The deep, steaming pit seemed bottomless. No matter how far I gazed into the abyss, there was simply no visible light able to reach deep enough to provide anything but shadow. It felt absurd to draw connections between Mom's gaping asshole and the depths of the Marianas Trench, but it was more absurd to me that it was such a fitting comparison.
The coloration around Mom's asshole was that of a richly hued rose, and that shade grew darker as my eyes wandered closer to the center. The fat, pink rim surrounding the hole was engorged from what it had endured, and gleamed from the glaze of saliva that had kept her so wonderfully lubricated.
She shuffled back and forth nervously, awaiting my appraisal. "How does it look?"
"How does it look?" I salivated without remorse. "Incredible, Mom."
She cleared her throat in a not-so-subtle manner.
"Sorry. It looks incredible, Mommy."
She giggled happily and wagged her tail back and forth. "That's more like it."
The rim had been beaten so mercilessly that it had puffed up and turned into a reddish-purple marshmallow, forming a small, bumpy ridge around the mouth of her asshole. I fit the head of my dick, nothing more, inside the loosened meat sleeve and rotated it in circles, savouring the supple plumpness of her rubbery butt ring rubbing against me.
"No, that's more like it," she said, correcting herself. "That does feel nice. But..."
"But you want me to put it back inside?"
She feigned thoughtfulness. "Hmm. I guess that's a good idea, if you liked it in there."
"I don't know how much longer I'm going to last. It's a stupid question but, like, I can cum in here, right?"
"Of course you can cum in my butt if you want, sweet pea... unless... you wanted to try something else first?"
"What else is there?"
Without answering me, Mom lunged forward to pull her ass out of reach. She rolled onto her side and cocked her head with a flair of mischief in her eyes. "Ever had a girl ride you on her feet before?"
I stared at her blankly, feeling my confusion written across my face.
"I'll take that as a no," she said as she patted the empty pillow beside her. "I'm pretty good at it! Here. Come lay down. You're gonna like this."
I hurried to lie down on the pillow next to her, at which point she rose to her feet on the mattress and asked for me to reach out my hands. When I did, she placed her palms against mine and interlocked our fingers.
"Okay, honey," she said. "Can you take my weight?"
I nodded.
Mom stepped over me, carefully eyeing the placement of her feet so she did not stomp on me. She found her balance, rooted them to either side of my torso, then began to lower herself.
"Keep me steady, honey," she ordered.
My first thought was that her feet were too close to my head, but Mom proved that she knew exactly what she was doing. As her ass descended, I realized that she had arranged the perfect position for herself on the first attempt.
Damn! She really is good at this.
I did not even need to touch my dick to assist her in lining it up with her gaping asshole. It was a flagpole pointed straight to the sky - the stiff arrow become a bullseye for hers, and one she seemed more than capable of hitting.
Mom impaled her rump on my cock with a slight flutter in her left eye as she drove it to the bottom. "Oh, my. There he is."
The few women who had ridden me before -- and it was a short list -- had never done so while flat on their feet. I was amazed at how much control Mom had over her movements, and she used that agility to religiously ride me as soon as I was safely inside, tucked away at the bottom where she was hot enough to melt glaciers.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap-slap-slap!
It had started slow at first, but hadn't stayed that way for long. Mom fucked me without mercy. It seemed that her only objective was making me cum as fast as possible, and her chosen technique was not squeezing pressure on all sides, but a frenzied in-and-out provided by her olympian up-and-down.
I heard someone's knuckles crack under the pressure of our held hands, but I was not even sure whose had. All I knew was that I needed to keep that tether secure so she wouldn't bounce right off of my dick, off the bed, down to the floor, and probably through it.
Every time Mom dropped her fat bottom onto my lap, I would only be able to draw sporadic breaths in between each of her plummets. There was such strength behind them that they would knock the wind out of me each time she landed, so I quickly trained myself to exhale on her downswing.
"Oh my Gooooooood!" I howled. She lifted her ass off of me to threaten another dive, but I was not yet ready.
"Wait, wait!" I cried out.
Mom batted her eyelashes at me, her ass looming over my shaft with the head still inside. "What's the matter?"
I took a refreshing breath. "Can you, like... can I see your boobs?"
Even with her spacious asshole wafting its luxurious heat onto my cock and balls, I still felt greedy for asking her to further expose herself.
Mom clicked her tongue. "Shoot! I forgot that you might want to see those."
"Forgot? How?"
She giggled and rolled her eyes. "I'm just so used to wearing lingerie when I do this kind of stuff! My boobs were never really the focus."
"They are now!" I cheered excitedly. I laid on the praise so that she would feel as beautiful as I considered her to be. "I think you've got gorgeous tits, Mommy."
She pouted playfully. "Thank you, honey. But you haven't seen them yet! One second." She let go of my hands and fell onto her knees. "I need both hands to get them out."
I chuckled. "That big, huh?"
She sneered jokingly and stuck out her tongue. "Just you wait and see, mister -- probably the biggest boobies you've ever seen!"
I put my hands behind my head as casually as I could, pretending I wasn't in danger of cumming if she moved in the right way. I knew I was dancing on a razor's edge, but I also knew that I had to see them.
Mom reached behind her neck and untied the ribbon that kept her breasts from falling out of the loose hammocks in which they lay.
"One... two... three!" She tugged on the string to set them free, triggering an avalanche of the most immaculate pair of breasts I had ever seen.
They tumbled from her bra, carried forward by their weight and casting away their cover as they fell. The enormous udders thudded against her tummy, making one hell of a slap when they landed.
Mom's rosy nipples pointed straight ahead, each nub staring daggers at me. Her areolas were astonishingly small, even considering how wide her nipples were. As it was, they could hardly define themselves independently. I didn't really care. I was too busy imagining popping my lips around one of those fat, pink erasers and suckling until my jaw was sore.
She picked up her tits and cradled them delicately. Then she gently rolled them around in her hands as if comparing their individual weight against each other. She sloshed them back and forth a few times, then spread them apart, only to send them careening back into each other to create that lovely slapping sound again.
"What do you think?" she asked.
I grinned with abundant joy. "Even better than I remember!"
She snorted like a piglet. "You were quite a little milkhound back then. I used to have to tear you off of me just to get laundry done!"
"Guilty as charged."
She released the armful of breasts. "I bet you'd still like that, honey. Wanna nurse like you did as a lil' baby?"
My mouth involuntarily watered, though if it hadn't, I would've forced it to somehow. "I do, Mommy."
She squirmed on her knees. "I don't think I can get on my feet, though. I'd have to lean over too far. Is that okay?"
"Fine by me."
I knew that I would not have survived more than a few more bounces without orgasming. I'd been lucky to get her to pause when she had, so I was happy to switch to something with a slower tempo.
Mom leaned down and brought her low-hanging breasts close to my face. She held herself above me with her arms on either side of my head, and I stared up at her with every molecule in my body seduced by her charm.
"Hi, sweet pea," she said.
I gulped. "You look beautiful, Mommy."
"You make me feel beautiful -- and you're not too bad looking yourself." She added a wink for good measure.
I grinned and wrapped my arms around her midsection, then gave her a hug. "Of course you would think so! I'm made of you!"
"Hush," she said with a shake of her drooping tits. "Mouth, please."
I parted my lips and waited; Mom fed her right breast to me, gently placing the nipple into my mouth while she towered over me.
I latched on and made a tight seal around the budding nub, then instantly began to nurse in whatever form came naturally to me.
"Good boy," she mewed. "Just like that, sweetheart."
I flicked my tongue against her nipple, then laid it flat against the stiffened button. I gave it a long lick that made her squeeze my torso with her knees when she tensed up.
"Oh!" she squeaked. "That feels so good -- even better than I remember!"
I gently dragged my front teeth across the bumpy surface of her areola, then pinched her nipple between them just lightly enough to make her squirm.
"Sweetheart? Can I start moving again?" She reminded me of the exact location of my dick with a sturdy butt hug, though I'd definitely not forgotten.
"Uh-huh," I grumbled with my mouth full.
Even while I had been nursing on her, it had taken every ounce of my willpower just to stop myself from cumming. I did not want any part of that impossibly wonderful scene it to end, but spared a thought for Mom's efforts.She resumed her patient grinding, gyrating her hips as much as she could without tugging her tit out of my mouth. She made the engorged head scrape against the slickened walls, furiously burrowing it into a particularly cozy little corner where the ridges along the interior massaged me in truly magical ways.
My leg spasmed momentarily when she accidentally stumbled upon the perfect angle. It had rubbed her walls against the sensitive bridge of skin below my cock head and caught both of us by surprise.
I spotted a wicked glimmer in her eye as she adjusted her ass back into the same position. She had to dig around again to repeat the trick, but she did, and elicited the same result from my twitching body.
Mom appeared genuinely enthused with her discovery. "Oh, honey. I found a special spot, didn't I?"
"Uh-huh!" I blurted out, my brain going haywire from the influx of pleasure.
"You mean 'yes, Mommy!'" She punctuated the final word by lifting and then, without a second of hesitation, slamming her ass onto my lap.
The explosive shivers that it sent through my body made me jolt upright in bed and knocked her boob out of my mouth. "Fuck! Okay! Mommy! Mommy!"
Mom pointed all five of her fingers at once and placed them against my chest, then shoved me back down onto the mattress. "I told you, honey: the only place you're going is deeper!"
I'd already passed the point of no return had already been passed, and could do nothing more than warn her of the impending eruption.
I shut my eyes as tightly as I could. "M-mom! I'm gonna fucking cum!"
She mewled faintly. "Are you suuuuure you can't wait a--"
"Mom!" I screamed like a petulant child who was having their wishes ignored.
I knew what I was wishing for the most at that moment, and it was nothing as vulgar as the sensation of her slackened asshole doing it best to loosely coddle my spasming cock.
I opened my eyes and saw twice as many gorgeous mommies sitting on top of me as I knew truly existed. The hazy double images coalesced in the center, forming the outline, and then the detailed face, of the most enchanting woman I had ever been blessed enough to touch.
"Mommy," I whimpered helplessly, "will you kiss me?"
The devilish smile on her face melted away to reveal sincere shock. "Oh, honey. You want kisses?" I suppose she'd been expecting me to ask for some dirty talk or something similar - not a naked, vulnerable plea for romantic and intimate connection.
"I'm gonna, I'm gonna," I chanted, unable to manage a coherent response.
Mom must have recognized my inability to function, and thus took over to fulfill my request. "Let it out, sweet pea. Mommy's here."
She leaned down far enough for our lips to meet, then seemed surprised when her timid kiss was returned with one so primal that I must have looked like I was trying to devour her whole.
I thrust my tongue haphazardly into her mouth with no regard for rhythm, but Mom instantly matched my chaotic thrashing. Her closed lips quickly flew open and her tongue came darting out, seeking mine so that the twin snakes could writhe together in their dens of drool. We passed saliva back and forth, slopping and slithering against each other as we poured moans into the open maw of the other.
She nibbled on my bottom lip and tugged it gingerly. "Are you gonna cum for Mommy?"
"Uh-huh!"
She dragged her tongue against the roof of my mouth. "That's a good boy. Squirt all that cum into Mommy's bum."
I do not quite remember what sound I made after that, since the ringing in my ears had reached a fever pitch that made it hard to hear anything else. My vision grew too blurry for me to see anything but dancing stars, and so I closed them again to zero in on the unfathomable pleasure she was gifting me.
Lightning coursed through my cock, its tingling surge spewing forth a cable of sticky cum that ejected from my piss slit. The gooey syrup splattered the bottom of her ravaged asshole, followed by another generous dollop that I painted over top of the first.
I thrust upwards to try and get just a little bit deeper. "Uhhhh! UUUhhhhh, Mommy!"
My heels dug into the bedsheets as I used everything at my disposal to instinctively drive my dick as far to the bottom as it could go. True, it wasn't going to increase the odds of impregnating her, but the animal in me was heedless of facts and reason. All it craved - all it understood - was intensity. It would've be supremely gratified to see my cum shooting out of her mouth.
Mom's asshole clenched madly around me, meticulously extracting every drop I had to give her. I could not have held anything back if I had tried, as the sheer force of her compressions felt like it was wringing my dick dry.
I held onto her with my arms looped around her waist and my legs twitching erratically throughout the whole ordeal. Her bulky breasts lying flat against my chest made for an ideal weighted blanket, and I felt positively swaddled underneath the cozy quilt.
One by one, my muscles began to unwind from their frenzied state. My legs stopped trembling, the ringing in my head quieted to a dull buzzing, and the violent throbs of my cock slowed down to match my heartbeat as it returned to normal.
Mom continued to milk me for a few minutes, though I knew I was well and truly spent. All I could do was lay there, tuckered to full submission by the remarkable talent of her asshole. Just when I would think that I was growing limp, she would reinvigorate my flagging staff with another tender snuggle that brought it partway back to life.
"Mommy..." I whispered in a dreary daze.
She caressed the side of my face with her hand. "I'm here, sweet pea. You did such a good job."
"Did... I did a good one?"
She kissed my cheek with a quiet chuckle. "Brain still mushy, huh?"
"Yeah," I said dreamily. "Were you-- was it good? You liked?"
Mom slid beside me so she could rest her head on my shoulder. "I liked, honey. I liked a whole lot."
I wrapped my arm around her back and pulled her in closer. When my breathing had returned to normal, I finally had a chance to ask the only remaining question whose answer I actually cared about. "Can we do it again?"
Mom huffed through her nose, then realized I was being serious. "What? Now? I don't think I have it in my heart to let this butthole be the death of you, even if it would feel good to stuff you back in there."
I guffawed. "Not now! I'm not made of cum, you know."
She kissed my chest, then reached down to grab my half-erect cock - still wet with cum and cunt nectar - and give it a reassuring squeeze. "I know, honey -- not anymore, at least. I made sure of that!"
"But, tomorrow?" I asked hopefully.
Mom traced small circles through my chest hair with her fingernail. "If that's what you want, sweet pea. I don't want to put ideas in your head, but I'm a pretty clingy gal, if you know what I mean."
"I don't think I do."
She sighed and patted my chest. "I lied to you, a little bit."
"How?"
She hesitated for a second. "Your Dad wasn't the one with an obsession for butt play. Well, he was, but not at first."
"Mom? You?"
"Me, honey. I got him hooked on it, and when I saw that look in your eye after knowing you'd seen our videos, I knew that you were hooked, too."
"So... you didn't do all this for me?"
"Not exactly, no. It was more selfish than I let on. I was like, 'Oh, hey, my son has a big dick and likes anal, too. Maybe I can work with that!'"
I snorted with laughter. "Wait, you already knew I had a big dick? I thought that was a surprise!"
She laughed along with me. "I had an idea. A mother always knows these things." She rolled off of me, then pushed herself up off the mattress. "Now come on. We need to get clean."
"In the shower?" I asked moronically. "Together?"
She rolled her eyes, then stuck her hand out. "If you'd like to join me, yes. There's plenty of room."
Even if there were not, I knew that it would not matter. The only thing in the world I cared about from that point forward was being close to Mom in every sense of the word, and I knew I would do whatever I needed to in order to make that possible.
I climbed off the bed and took her hand, than gave her a quick kiss - and an equally quick swat on her doughy bottom - before we headed into the bathroom.
I closed the bathroom door behind me and stepped into the shower with Mom, where we instantly wrapped our arms around each other and let the warm water pour over our naked bodies. I had never felt close with her in my entire life and - thanks to her loose caboose - I knew that close-knit bond would only grow stronger.
For the first time in a while, life was good. Dad's passing had hung over our heads ever since we had put him in the ground, and from that moment on it had felt like nothing would ever be the same again. For whatever reason - fate, luck, or serendipitous coincidence - Mom and I had turned that harrowing truth into an unexpected blessing.
Nothing would ever be the same between us again; it would be even better. I was unbelievably excited to see what lay ahead for us, knowing that we would face it together with an even stronger bond than we had shared just one day prior, but that connection was not the only thing growing.
With each passing minute in the shower I added more and more items to the mental checklist I had created. The list of things that I longed to do to Mom's asshole was extensive, consisting of milk enemas, even larger gaping, food play, and a whole slew of other raunchy ideas that would have made her recoil in shock just twenty-four hours earlier.
After spending time buried inside her asshole, and seeing the depths of pleasure she had experienced by letting me in there, I knew that she would probably be equally excited about those intensely vulgar ideas.
There was only one question remaining on my mind, and I was sure that it would have made my father proud that I entered the showering thinking, I wonder if she'll let me film the next one.
I would not have to wait long for an answer to that question.