I Can't Make It Without Mom's AssbyAnal_King©
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.
"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."
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."
"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..."
"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."
"That's what I thought." She said.
"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 eighteen 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.