Susan stood in her kitchen full of anxiety and curiosity. A few minutes earlier, she had been about to go to the front of the house to greet her son on his return home, when Katherine walked in and told her to stay where she was.
She thought, Angel told me, 'Alan says stay here. He wants to give you a special greeting, but it's gotta be in the kitchen. And it might take a while before he's ready, so hang tight.' What did she mean by that?
The kitchen. Tiger's given me some great greetings in the kitchen. Some of his best! All the times he's "gotten my attention" right here where I stand... So hot! It makes me weak in my knees thinking about how he's grabbed my ass, and other fun parts of me, and squeezed and kneaded and just all around showed me who's who and what's what! His every tingly touch makes it clear just who the man of the house is and who the helpless big-titted milky sex cow mommy is!
Oh goodness! Just thinking about all those times gets me TOO HOT! I'd better sit down.
She walked around the kitchen counter, grabbed a stool, brought it into the kitchen, and sat on it. She looked down at herself - she was already wearing an erotic light blue apron, red high heels, and nothing else in anticipation of Alan coming home. I hope this is boner-inducing enough, since I can't leave the kitchen to change.
But never mind about that, 'cos he's always hard anyway. The important question is, how will Tiger "get my attention" when he gets here? I hope it could be... No. It couldn't be my ULTIMATE fantasy, could it? I remember when it came to me, over two weeks ago. I was standing right here imagining Tiger coming home from school. I imagined him dropping his backpack as he ran into the house and he yelled, "Mommy, I'm home! Are you ready to bend
over and take it?"
She paused, shivering lustfully at the thought of doing just that. Gaaawd, I just love it when he calls me "Mommy." But I digress. Hee-hee! And then of course I'd already be bent over and lubed up, because that's what good mommies do.
Oh no! Look at me! I'm sitting on my duff wasting my time dreaming about sweet son-cock as usual, and Tiger could come in at any second! I'd better get into position!
She immediately got up and placed both hands on the edge of the kitchen counter. Then she struck a pose like a suspect about to be frisked by police, except that she was wearing only an apron. She also kept her legs spread much farther apart than necessary. She reveled in the sensation of her firm buttocks parting ever so slightly with her lewd pose, the cool air of the kitchen tantalizing the humid cleft in between them.
Ah. That's better. Feels good. I feel tingly all over knowing that Tiger's going to be touching me soon. But in any case, where was I in my ultimate fantasy? Oh yes. I'm bent over - check. And lubed up - check again. Hee hee! I'm such a good mommy! Then Tiger strolls in like he owns the place, because he does!
That's how he's going to greet me now. He'll drop his backpack as he comes home from school and yell, "Mommy, I'm home! Are you ready to bend over and take it?" Of course I'll already be bent over and lubed up, just like I am right now, because that's what good mommies do. Good mommies get FUCKED up the ASS every day! Yes!
He'll walk right up to me and there'd be no reason for words. Tiger would have had a hard day - a hard COCKED day - and he'll need relief! But that's okay, because
big-titted butt slut mommies are meant to SERVE! He'd see me like this, bent over, tits swinging and swaying all over the place, panting with hunger and desire, and he'll know exactly what to do. I'll hear the glorious pussy-tingling sound of his zipper unzipping and then, WHAM! Just like that, his fat mommy-splitter would be crammed balls-deep in Mommy's ass! MY ass! Actually, it's HIS ass! He owns it! Oh God!
I'm getting SO HOT! I can't take it!
She dropped to her knees because she needed to finger her pussy and she couldn't do that and prop herself up against the counter at the same time. As soon as her knees hit the floor, she didn't even attempt to get back up again, but just devoted all her attention and energy to pleasuring her pussy and breasts.
As she pinched her hard nipples, she thought, It's okay. I'll just have to keep more or less quiet so I can hear Alan when he comes. I need to be able to get up quickly. Then I'll be in position for him to do whatever incredible thing he's gonna do. Oh! The wait is killing me! Especially if he's gonna fulfill my ultimate fantasy. Not just fucking me in the kitchen, again, although if that's all he does it'll still be beyond incredible.
But in my fantasy, he'll just be getting warmed up! Then he'll carry me to the living room and fuck me over the couch. And then fuck my ass at the front door. Heck! With the
front door open, even! Let everyone see that I serve my son in every way! And then on the front lawn! That's my favorite part! Tiger fucking me right there on the green grass, for everyone to see! As the postman walks by, I'll say while Tiger's plowing into me and shoving my face deeper into the fresh green grass, "Good afternoon, Mr. Henderson. Did you know my son owns my ASS?"
Her knees buckled again, but she managed to catch herself and straighten back up. No! I have to be strong. I can't wind up sprawled on the floor, writhing in a puddle of my own cum before Tiger even gets here! I have to hold on and look good. If he's gonna do something extra special for me, I have to be especially extra fuckable for him. Come on, girl! Assume the position! Chest thrust out, legs spread wide, and ass up high. The ass he's gonna fuck! I just know it! Or maybe he'll do me doggy-style. That would be great too. Or maybe he'll start with a spanking and then...
She continued to ponder various possibilities while doing her best to remain standing on wobbly legs. She loved and lusted after her son so much that she was fully capable of reaching a great climax merely from thinking about him, but she held back from that because she wanted her climaxes to be with him.
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Finally, a couple of minutes later, she heard it: the sound of someone walking through the living room and into the kitchen. She was excited to begin with, but now her excitement level went right off the charts. Her heart pounded like a big bass drum and her body trembled all over. She had to steel herself yet again to remain braced against the counter.
Oh shit! she thought. The counter? I can't be facing that way! I don't want to be making eye contact when he comes in - we need to do all our communicating with our bodies! Oh well, too late to move now. I'll just have to close my eyes.
So when Alan walked in, he saw Susan with her eyes closed but a great big smile on her face. Her hefty boobs dangled over the counter and her arms were visibly trembling as she continued to try to hold her body up.
Alan didn't say a word. He kept on walking through the gap between the counter and cabinets that took him from the dining room into the kitchen. He walked right past his mother, then ended up a couple of feet behind her.
He stopped and stood there. He wore nothing but a long blue robe.
Susan's anticipation level was high already, but it shot up still further like a rocket ship launching into the sky. Oh my God! He's here! He's here, he's here, he's here! What's he going to do to me?! DO IT, TIGER! Her heart was pounding so fast and so hard that she was sure it could be heard throughout the house.
Alan stopped to simply admire his mother. He looked at her shapely back with the curves of her milk-laden breasts visible on either side, even though he was standing behind her. There was a big bow from the apron over her lower back, but that was the only sign of clothing on her from where he stood. Then his eyes went lower to admire her luscious, ripe and firm ass, and then still lower to her strong thighs. Dang. She's on fire! Just look at how her legs are quivering with anticipation. I love her pose, but more than that I love the way all the cum is running down her thighs in almost Brenda-esque quantities, and I haven't even touched her yet! It almost makes me want to slide into her wet yet oh-so-tight cunt instead. But no. It's "get Mommy's attention" ass time!
He slipped the robe off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He knew Susan would be able to hear exactly what he was doing and that it would heighten her anticipation even more. He didn't realize though that it was simply impossible for her to get any more excited.
Susan heard the robe drop and it took all her self-control not to scream out, "DO IT! JUST DO IT! TAKE ME!"
Alan stepped forward towards her. Her ass was shaking so much that he thought he would certainly have to grasp a buttock as he used his other hand to hold his erection and guide it in, right to her asshole. But then he thought it would be more fun not to touch her with his hands at all, if he could manage it. Holding and aiming his cock, he carefully poked it right at her back door.
It was more than Susan's shaky legs could take. She dropped her chest down to the counter, but her huge bosom cushioned the fall. She was able to keep her ass high up, though, and that was the main thing at this point. Her breaths were coming in short, halting gasps.
With her upper torso resting on the counter, she made a more stable target. His cockhead had been nudging gently forward against her anus, but he hadn't made any headway yet. Now he
leaned forward and put his weight into the effort of cramming his thick and throbbing erection deep into her needy asshole. For long moments, his dick hung there on the edge of slipping in, silently and insistently demanding her anal surrender to his invasion. Then, finally, her body obeyed and yielded, allowing his bulbous cock to push on inside her.
She was trying to live up to her fantasy and remain completely quiet, but there was only so much she could take. She cried out, "OH! UGH!" Tingles of excitement ran up and down her spine. But aside from that brief outburst, she managed to shut her mouth, literally keeping her lips clamped tightly closed to be on the safe side.
With the head slipped through and inside her, he was ready to keep going. He paused briefly to let her ass adjust to his massive intrusion into her straining posterior, but only for a few seconds. He was too keyed up to hold back and was ready to ram his way forward so as to sink deeper and deeper into her well-lubed hole.
As it happened, he didn't need to wait long, and certainly not the many minutes of waiting it always took before going deeper into Amy's exceptionally tight ass. Susan had been tensed up with anticipation, but now her body completely relaxed. There was no one she trusted with her body more than her son, so she had nothing to fear. She felt as safe and secure as if he was cuddling her in his arms. She could feel her horny asshole start to relax too. It was already yearning to be filled by the massive intrusion.
He pushed, again using the weight of his whole body to lean into the effort. Inch by inch, his thickness slowly forced itself forward and into her. Her tight anal channel only gave way grudgingly, and in the process heightened the delicious friction that both of them felt as more and more of his thickness entered her, causing her nerve-endings to explode with pleasure.
The feeling of penetration and fullness was so indescribably good for her that she wanted to fall to her knees and cry for joy. She wanted to scream to the heavens and let the whole world know that her son's dick belonged in her ass. She'd been so orally fixated, and then vaginally fixated, that sometimes she forgot just how much she loved anal. But the truth was that she loved it in every hole.
The thick inches of hot man meat continued to force their way deeper into her ass, intoxicating her senses. She'd come to truly believe that her son's eight-inch penis was ten inches long at the very least, but now it seemed more like twenty to her. Lustful
chills of excitement and desire shot outwards from her asshole as she felt her hyper-sexualized flesh there being forced to stretch open wider and wider to take her lover's seemingly gargantuan cock into her fuck-hungry butt.
Alan was trying to keep quiet, but as he bottomed out, he couldn't help but let out a couple of loud grunts. He too was feeling so much pleasure that it was almost more than he could handle.
He leaned over and collapsed onto her back and hugged her from behind, briefly hefting her massive tits and placing a gentle loving kiss on her straining neck. Her entire body practically vibrated underneath him. Then he forced himself to stand back up.
He also stifled an urge to pump his fists in the air triumphantly, because he still needed to hold her to gain the purchase to thrust into her deeply. He gripped her ass cheeks tightly, filling his hands with them, pulling them apart ever so slightly to thrust forward one last time and gain that last infinitesimal fraction of extra penetration.
He then paused to let the anticipation build once more. It seemed as if they both were waiting for something significant to happen, some kind of nonverbal communication before he began thrusting in earnest.
Suddenly, he clenched his buttocks powerfully. His rampant erection pulsed and throbbed wildly, making her briefly think that it was actually increasing in thickness and size.
Her head lifted up into the air and she arched her back powerfully. She gasped for air in lustful ecstasy, loudly groaning her approval as her whole body shivered and her hips trembled.
He had flexed his cock inside her ass, but it was much more than a simple flexing. He was marking her, claiming her, asserting his complete control over her body. He was showing that by a simple flex he could nearly drive her mad with lust.
He saw her reaction, and that inspired him to get more aggressive. He thought, If I'm gonna take control, I can't treat her like she's made of glass like I normally do, just 'cos she's my mom. That's not what she wants. It's not what she needs! He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her long dark brown hair. Then he slowly pulled back, forcing her to arch her back. He'd never done that to her before.
But she absolutely loved it. She sighed with deep contentment. This is bliss! This is perfection! He pulled my hair just like he always does in my dreams! He knows that I'm his BITCH! His slave! He's doing that because he knows it's what I want and what I need, even though it probably makes him uneasy. He's doing it for me! Oh, what a GOOD son! Anything else he does to me now would simply be a very hefty helping of sperm-flavored icing on the cock cake! She was as happy as she could be. Her son loved her totally and she loved him back just as much, and they both knew it.
Hearing her lusty sigh, he experimentally pulled harder, forcing her head further back and forcing her hips to press even more tightly into his.
That excited her so much that she had an orgasm on the spot.
He could feel her convulsions through his dick in her ass, and the random squeezes nearly caused him to shoot his load. But despite the positive response, breaking habits was hard to do and he politely waited for her to recover, gently flexing his cock inside her fluttering asshole as he did.
He thought, Wow, she really does want me to be rough. I can do this. I have to let the "Bad Alan" out. It's what she wants. But I can't! She's my mom. I can't disrespect her. But it's for her... His thoughts were all jumbled up and conflicted.
She thought back to her many fantasies of being taken anally in the kitchen, and remembered what she always said in them. If she was going to speak, she needed to do it now while she still was coherent enough for recognizable speech. She cleared her throat and said, "So, how was your day, dear?" Her tone was both mundane and matter-of-fact, but there was an underlying passionate need that could not be hidden or denied.
She started rocking her hips slightly, letting him know that she was ready to be anally speared repeatedly. The fullness in her ass felt so great that it seemed impossible to her that she could ever feel any better, but she knew from experience that his thrusting would take her to an even higher plane.
He released her hair, but only so he could grab both of her arms instead. He pulled them back, which unexpectedly forced his erection even deeper into her anal depths.
She gasped loudly. She loved it so much that she nearly climaxed again. She wished she could convey just how happy this rough treatment was making her, but words failed her. She twisted her head back around so she could look him in the face over her shoulder. They did just manage to make eye contact, and the look between them was electric. They were sharing a deep understanding that didn't need words.
His cock throbbed and flexed, and her asshole joyfully massaged and milked him in welcoming response.
From elsewhere nearby, Amy gasped in surprise at the depth of feeling in their shared look and breathlessly murmured, "Wow!"
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