Masculine and Beautiful

Mara gripped her flesh firmly and held her buns apart. She didn't care if it proved she was a slut.

Tom pushed his fingers deep, faster than he had intended. Mom moaned. He silently chastised himself to go slower, everything he had read said go slowly. He pulled his hand from her cunt and quickly squeezed more gel around his fingers and higher in her valley so it would drool down to her torrid, finger stuffed asshole. He felt her sphincter relax. He twisted his digits as before.

Mara moaned and mumbled, "Mmm... ohhhh... yeah... yeah, baby."

Tom slowly sawed and twisted his slippery digits in and out of Mom's hot, little hole. His cock was aching to be where his fingers were. When he watched that first anal vid freshman year, he had thought of Mom, her ass, his cock in her ass. It had made him feel perverted, but he couldn't help thinking about it once in a while after that. Then in his junior year he had thought mostly about sinking his cock into Marcia's ass, but yeah, still thought of Mom sometimes when he'd beat off.

On the fifth slow slide into her tight hole, he once again almost shot his wad. Mom's ass rose and pushed back to meet the probe, then her hips swayed, he took a chance and kept pushing after his fingers were ensconced, his fist knuckles grinded around her anus.

Mara smeared her sweaty face into the sheet. "Urrrhhhh... baby."

Tom slid his fingers back and in, and grinded his knuckles into her valley twice more, each time, Mom's ass pushed back to meet his digits, then churned her hips. The entire time he kept his thumb working her clit, sometimes it did stop when he got totally zoned into watching his fingers, Mom's hands, her hips squirming. His cock was achingly hard, throbbing, craving to feel that hot ring sliding down from the tip all the way to his base.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of her ass. They didn't smell, maybe a little musky, no not even that. He knew he would have found fecal matter already if she had needed a BM. He read online that the rectum was usually free of crap until you felt the need to take a dump.

He gazed at her asshole. It was dark pink now, and dilated, not as wide as he had hoped. It seemed like it tried to close a couple times as he gazed, but it stayed in the little "o". He lubed up the three fingers, grouping them together, the tips in a triangle configuration. He moved the tips to her anus, and slowly started twisting and gently pushing. A moment later all the tips were inside the ring. He got them in to the middle knuckle and then Mom's anus gripped tight and her body tensed for a few moments.

Mara was panting. "Urrh... wait... wait..." She closed her eyes and concentrated. "Now... slow... slow, baby.

Tom had felt her anus relax again. He slowly screwed his three fingers as deep as he could into her ass, reaming her hot hole wider as his digits went deep then deeper. He was somewhat surprised that on the first time, Mom's ass pushed back to take them inside her, then did the grinding of her hips as he twisted.

Mara's eyes shut tight, some discomfort at being stretched but the thrill was better than she remembered it. She exhaled breathless words, "Oh baby."

Tom corkscrewed his triple finger phallus into her ass a half dozen times, at the end of each probe, he pushed harder and grinding his fist knuckles into her valley as he had done earlier. Mom was really getting into it. Her ass pushed back harder, her hips nearly gyrating. He needed his cock in her, he needed to fuck her ass, he never wanted anything so much. He considered telling her, considered asking her, but he didn't want to take the chance she'd say no, and he figured she'd know it was his cock in the first few seconds. If she said 'no' or 'stop' or 'don't', he'd pull back immediately. He definitely didn't want to hurt her and wasn't going to force her to do it.

He pulled his fingers out and the "o" was larger, but still wasn't equal to the diameter o the head of his prick. He quickly pulled his other hand up, lubed his cock with gel, then squeezed some into Mom's "o." She flinched then giggled. He figured it was because it felt cold. He reminded himself to keep his butt fingers away from her pussy, then grabbed his cock with his pussy hand, and placed the other on her lower back. He guiding the helmet of his rod to her slightly gaping anus. As soon as the tip touched it, he had to shut his eyes tightly and silently scream at himself not to shoot his load.

Mara bit her lower lip, then let it go a moment later in order to gasp more breaths. Her voice was almost a whisper, "Slow... slow, baby." She felt the head of Tommy's cock stretching her anus. She pushed her sweaty face into the sheet. "Mmmhhh."

Tom pushed just a little harder, he saw half the head of his prick hugged by Mom's asshole. It clenched tighter and Mom's body tensed. He silently swore at himself. He stared at the sight. It might not happen. He looked up at the back of Mom's head. Her hair was mussed, looked sexy. He had to say it, "I... I don't want this to hurt you. I... maybe we sh..."

Mara turned her profile to the sheet and interrupted with breathless words, "No... no... just wait... wait a second." All Mara could think was that she needed it. Needed it so bad.

Tom was gasping breaths too. He didn't move a muscle, even though what he really wanted to do was shove his throbbing cock into her luscious ass immediately. It was a minute, maybe longer, but once again, he felt her grip loosen.

"Now, baby... slow... slowly," Mara gasped her words.

Tom pushed, then pulled back a fraction, then pushed firmly but gently again. The head of his cock popped into her ass. They both flinched again and once more he had to concentrate to stop himself from pumping his load when Mom's hips swayed. He let go of his cock, his hand on her back moved to the mattress. He leaned forward, and pushed his pussy hand under Mom's abdomen, then slid it down. His middle fingertip found her clit. She twitched again, then giggled softly.

"More... slow, slow, baby."

It may have been only a couple minutes, maybe longer, with stops and starts, groans and moans from both of them, her anus tightening then relaxing, but finally Tom watched the last inch of his throbbing rod sink into her hot gripping asshole. Her hands were still holding her buns spread so he saw it easily. Mom's hips swayed yet again. His voice was a low growl, "Arrrhh... oh god... yeah."

Mara grunted, "Urrrh... gohhd... you're so... so big." She gasped a half dozen breaths while her hips swayed. "Again... again, baby." She shivered with excitement.

It finally hit Tom that Mom was calling him 'baby.' She had never called him that before, only 'honey' or 'sweetheart' or 'sweety.' As he slowly retracted his cock, he moved his hand on the mattress and grabbed the lube bottle. He leaned to the side of his pussy arm, as his other hand squeezed some lube on his reemerging cock. He remembered his finger on her clit and the tip started rubbing again. When just the head remained in her ass, he pushed in firmly but still slowly. Mom clenched again when he had half his throbbing prick in her.

"Wait." She shut her eyes tightly and concentrated a few seconds. "Now... now, baby."

Tom pushed and was surprised the rest of his cock slid all the way in without needing to stop. Again Mom's hips swayed. Without thinking he pushed more, his balls mashing against her wet slit.

Mara moaned again, "Mmmmhhh... mmmhhh... yeah... yes."

He slowly pulled back, then when he felt the ridge of his helmet at her sphincter, he pushed forward again. Once more he almost started surging when he slid all the way into her ass without stopping, plus Mom actually pushed back to take the last inch, her hips squirmed with more intensity, then her hands released her buns. Her arms bent at the elbow as her hands slid on the sheet to the pillow Mom had pushed from under head to the head board. Her hands formed fists gripping it.

He pushed a little harder, and discovered he liked her buns closed, liked mashing his pubis against her luscious flesh. He remembered to finger her clit again as he leaned forward, his left arm outstretched, his face lowered and stroked Mom's upper back, as sweaty as his own face. He kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck. His cock retreated, then slid forward once more. Mom pushed back with a little more force and speed. They repeated it, again... again... again, both gasping breaths. He knew he'd not be able to last much longer. If he hadn't cum already, he would have pumped his load with that first touch of the tip of his cock to her torrid hole. He pulled back and slid forward again, faster than before, Mom pushed back harder than before too. Thap.

"Urrrfff!" Mara grunted. She felt fully possessed by her erotic demon. "Yes... yessssss."

Tom pulled back and pushed in again, Mom mirrored his movement. Thap.

"Urrrff. Yes... yes-baby."

Tom's voice was strained. "I... can't last... much... longer." He remembered her clit. He moved two fingers to her pearl and stroked it faster.

Mara moaned, "Ohhhh... oh-h-h-h... yes-yes."

At the very last inch of his cock they both started shoving towards the other. Thap. He felt her asshole grip tighter on every backstroke. He pushed in and then the short shove. Smat. Her anus tightened as he slid back. In again... shove... Smat. Each probe Mom grunted, "Urh." He loved hearing her grunt like that.

Tom growled, "Arrrrrrhhhhh.... I'm... gonna...."

"Yes... yes, baby." Mara was shaking. When she felt him push his cock forward, her ass lunged back towards him. Smat! "URRFF!" Mara felt his groin grinding against her buns, her own hips churned intensely. She sensed her anus suddenly stretched a fraction wider in pulses, as jets of warm liquid began filling her rectum. She peaked not only from his cock buried deep in her bottom pumping, but his moving fingers on her clit. "OH! Oh baby! Yes!"

Once again, Mara surrendered control of her body to the waves of hot, erotic delight, she twitched and jerked, every cell of her being seemed to be shivering as more fluid warmth entered her core. She felt her pussy contracting over and over again, aching to be filled too.

"ARRRH!" Tom couldn't recall every cumming so hard, or maybe he had earlier with the blow job. No, never this hard. It felt so fucking good to be in her ass, pumping his jiz deep into her, every muscle of his body tensed so tightly it almost hurt, and each surge of his cock seemed as if it started somewhere deep within him. He was finally empty. He kept his fingers working her clit, until Mom's arm moved and her hand tugged at his. She was still shaking and twitching, but she breathlessly giggled for a moment too. He let her pull his hand out from under her. She let it go and her hand slid up towards her head again. Sweat was dripping from his face onto her back. He glanced at her other arm and hand and watched her fist unclench releasing the pillow. His pussy hand wiped his face, then he was too exhausted to do anything other than lower his torso to her back. He let his weight rest on her.

Mara swallowed, then took a few breaths. She whispered, "Too... heavy."

Tom moved slowly using his elbows to take most of the weight off Mom. "Did I... hurt you?" Tom kept gasping breaths, but managed to kiss Mom's shoulder.

Mara's eyes were still closed. She smiled and shook her head. She swallowed and took a quick deep breath. "No, baby." She took a few more quick deep breaths. "But... god, honey, you're so big." Her eyes were still closed when she released another brief, breathy giggle.

Tom almost asked her if he felt bigger in her ass than Dad, then wondered if they even did it. If they did, he doubted they had in a quite a while, but did he really know what they did together when he was out? No, he was sure Dad wasn't doing her very often.

Mara realized she was still looped from the margaritas. She also knew for sure now that she needed this, needed this night with Tommy. Her mind was reeling, yet somewhere in her confusion she knew she'd have regrets tomorrow, but all that was a whisper compared to screams of ecstasy from the crazed, greedy, erotic animal within, wanting more, wanting it to go on and on. More vague thoughts were pushed aside, like her wondering how Tommy even knew about anal. A clear thought finally surfaced. His cock, his wondrous, manly, beautiful cock. She smiled. He wasn't shrinking very quickly, in fact he was still lodged fairly deep as far as she could tell. God, it was like she had an itch for over twenty years, didn't know she had, and Tommy had just scratched it perfectly. She pushed and squirmed her bottom against his groin for a moment.

Why hadn't she ever done it with Phil? Before they were married, and then the first five years or so of their marriage, he had hinted he wanted to, not with words, but actions. They'd make love, then fondle each other, and sometimes he'd turn her face down then stroke his reenergized cock between her buns, sliding it firmly down on her hot spot. Only a few times did she join in and push up with her ass to meet his strokes. Half of those times Phil would grunt and shoot his seed on her back. Other times as they made love, usually when they got really intense, during most of those episodes his finger or fingers would slide into her valley and play on and around her anus.

Phil never brought it up verbally. She didn't either and pretended not to understand his physical hints. The reason was, she didn't want to be the girl she had been with Randy, and she didn't want the man of her dreams, her lover, her best friend, her husband, the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with, to think of her as that kind of girl, the slut who let Randy do it to her. After she had Denise, she also couldn't bare the thought that as a mother, she could allow Phil's cock into her ass and love every moment of it.

Mara stopped thinking when Tommy gave her a dozen kisses on her shoulders and neck, then stroked his face into her hair. She realized she was still gasping breaths, even though Tommy was holding most of his weight off her back. They rested for five minutes more, their breathing finally approaching something close to normal. Abruptly his cock slipped from her anal cavity. Both she and Tommy flinched. She giggled again, and heard Tommy chuckle softly.

Tom kissed her ear then whispered, "Do you have to go to the john?"

Mara smiled, then it disappeared. Her brow pinched. "How did you kno..."

Tom broke in, "Then let's a shower after, okay?" He tensed. He knew the night could come to a screeching halt at any moment.

She knew they were both still dripping sweat. She nodded. "Uh-huh." Mara's mind raced, still tipsy, but less foggy at the moment, at least it seemed to her she was thinking somewhat rationally. She needed this night with Tommy. She needed relief. She didn't want it to end with a shower, at least not this shower. If they continued, what difference would it make now anyway? Everything would be all right, this was just an aberration in their mother-son relationship, just like last Friday, except now they were both drunk.

It was too late to stop anything, but tomorrow, they'd talk, see that it could never happen again. Doing more wouldn't make the situation any worse than it was now. Right? Yes... yes, that made sense. Tomorrow... Tomorrow she'd get him straightened out. Tonight was an aberration, a mistake that would never, ever happen again. He'd understand. She needed to be feel free again, to be that girl she once was, just for tonight, tomorrow everything would go back to normal, just as it had after last Friday night. Yes, that was it. Everything would just go back to normal again tomorrow.

Tom slid off her, but before she moved, he shifted quickly and gave her buns a couple sucking kisses. She giggled. He wanted to spread her cheeks and look at her asshole, see how open it was, and see his spunk drooling out, but quickly decided against it.

Mara started sliding to the edge of the bed away from him. "You... you wait here a couple minutes, then... then we'll shower." Even though the alcohol was still running through her, she felt a little embarrassed when she quickly rose from the bed and her hand instantly reached behind her and covered her gaping orifice to stanch the flow of his goo running out and down her inner thighs. Yes, she wanted to shower for sure. She was also thirsty. She turned to face towards him, and with her free hand she picked up the glass finished her drink. She set the empty glass down and looked at her... lover. "Wait a couple minutes. I'll call you." She pressed her fingers firmly against her anus, turned and with a quick pace went into the master bath. In her rush, she didn't close the door behind her.

Tom didn't wait to be called. He got up, and angled away from the bath doorway so he could watch her sit on the john while he slowly approached the bathroom. He was smiling when reached the doorway because of the way she was sitting, her back straight, her thighs pressed together, her hands together on her thighs, her torso swaying very slightly which made him wonder how drunk she was. He was also smiling about why she was sitting there. He had read about it online. He stepped into the bathroom. "You know, you probably really don't have to po..."

Mara interrupted, "I know." She glanced at him. She blushed seeing him grinning and staring. She looked away. "Jus'... jus' go turn on the shower."

He walked up to her.

"Tommy." She looked up. Her heart melted and jumped and did other crazy things. The way he was looking at her... Oh god. There was so much in his eyes -- love, affection, passion, caring, lust.

Tom put his hand on her shoulder, then leaned down so they were face to face, his angled somewhat horizontally. "Do you know how incredibly cute you look right now?"

She bit her lower lip. Her pussy clenched. Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't recall the last time Phil had said something like that to her. Her lip slipped from under her teeth. "I-I..." His face moved closer and his lips met hers. Her mouth opened a little, and his tongue seemed to know to only enter slightly. Her tongue tip played with his for a few seconds, then his retracted, and only his lips finished off the kiss. He stood straight and stepped back. She knew her face was flushed again and her eyes were welling so she didn't look at him.

"You know, you probably don't have to poop. It's just your nerve en..."

"Tommy!" She glanced at him. He was grinning. She looked at her knees, then raised her arm horizontal towards him, her hand flapping backhanded at him. "Quit staring, and-and jus' turn on the shower."

He chuckled. "Okay."

Out the corner of her eye she watched him step into the large shower stall and turn on the water. She quickly took some toilet paper and wiped her bottom, glanced to see if he was looking at her, then she pulled her wiping hand up. She checked for blood, or maybe more embarrassing... poop. All she saw was the clear gel and white semen. She dropped the paper in the bowl and repeated the process. She was somewhat surprised she wasn't bleeding a little. She relaxed. Tommy had gone so slowly though, she really wasn't that surprised. She hadn't done that since... well a very long time ago. Her brow pinched. How did Tommy know so much about it?

Tom used the pump on the body wash. It came out all foamy. How come I don't have one of these in the other bathroom?! He washed his half hard cock. He turned and looked at Mom. The glass enclosure was already steamed up. "You okay?"

Mara was feeling her anus through the tissue. It was already closing. "Uh-huh."