It’s there. Inside me. Even now as I remember and write. I know it.
Through some alchemy of grace and desire, mom moved beneath me without breaking our kiss. I straddled her waist, cock leaking onto the soft pale skin of her belly as our mouths worshipped each other.
Time faded into irrelevance as we kissed. At some point, I found myself worshipping her breasts. There was no tugging or biting that night. Tenderness and love supplied more than enough intensity.
My mouth found her pussy. I drank from the well of her being. She orgasmed with my lips tugging at her clit and her hands pulling at my hair. As I waited for her body and mind to calm, I kissed the insides of her thighs.
I sat back on my heels and massaged her legs and feet. As she relaxed, I swear her body became lighter. It was as if she floated above the bed. I watched her breathe. I could see her left breast shiver slightly with every heartbeat. Eyes closed; she was the picture of contentment.
Lowering her leg, I put a hand beneath each of her knees and rolled her up into to a ball. I moved my hands, cupping her butt. I used my thumbs to open her. I did not hesitate. I leaned forward and planted my mouth over her bottom.
I worshipped her ass with my mouth as I had her breasts. She did not resist when I stiffened my tongue and pushed beyond her sphincter.
She moaned and the sound set my heart on fire.
Later, far from sated but ready to move on, I picked up the dildo and lubed it by putting it in her pussy. I returned to tonguing her ass as I fucked her with her purple toy. She began to shudder. Perhaps she had another orgasm. I don’t know.
I sat back and rubbed the dildo over her ass. There was less resistance this time when I inserted it. Mom sighed. I began to work the dildo in and out of her bottom. I put my thumb in her pussy and rock my hand, fucking her with my thumb and rubbing her clit with the side of my index finger.
When she began to buck, I stopped. I let her relax back onto the bed. I removed the dildo from her butt. I did not see anything dirty on it but I leaned over the side of the bed and let it slide into the basin of soapy water. It was no longer needed.
“Use a condom, baby,” mom whispered. “Easier to clean up.”
“I don’t think we need it but if you’ll feel better about this I will.” She nodded. I reached passed her and picked up one of foil squares and looked at it.
“Have you ever used a condom?” she asked.
I shook my head, a little embarrassed at the admission.
“Come up here.” I climbed over her leg and knelt by her side. I watched as she ripped open the foil packet. She showed me how to collapse the tip of the condom as she pressed it against the head of my cock and unrolled it.
“We should have trimmed your pubes, Josh. When you take this off, it’s going to pull the hair a bit.”
“It’s okay,” I replied as I leaned over to kiss her.
We kissed for a very long time before she pulled away.
“Do you want me on my knees?” she asked.
That is how I had always envisioned this unfolding but now I was not sure.
“Can we do it with you on your back? I want to see your face. I want to kiss you.”
“Of course, we can, baby. Kneel between my legs.” I did as she asked. “Slip your arms beneath my legs. You can rest some of your weight on my legs.”
Now, she laid beneath me, knees on her chest, pussy and ass exposed. Mom twisted and reached behind her. When she turned back she held the lube.
“Give me your hand.”
I held out my hand and she squirted a large dollop of lube onto my fingers.
“Lube up your cock and my ass, Josh.”
I coated my condom-clad cock with lube and then ran my slick fingers over her puckered bottom.
“Inside as well, baby.”
Two fingers slipped easily into her ass. I moved my fingers around, stretching her, readying her.
“One sec, baby,” she whispered when I removed my fingers from her bottom. Once again, she twisted and stretched. I heard water dripping. When she rolled onto her back, she held the washcloth out to me. I wiped the lube, and nothing else I could see, off my fingers. Leaning over her, I dropped the washcloth back in the basin.
Settling between her legs I looked at her, flushed and breathing a little hard, and felt like crying.
“You sure you’re okay with this, mom?”
She smiled and nodded. “I’m more than okay, baby. I’m looking forward to it. Go slow at first.”
“Of course. Tell me if I’m hurting you. We don’t have to do this.”
“I know and that makes all the difference.”
With that she pulled her legs back a bit more, offering herself to me, trusting me.
I pressed the head of my cock against her bottom. She did not tense at the contact. The smile never left her face. She nodded.
I pressed a little harder. A brief moment of resistance and then the head of my cock slipped inside her.
And with that, my world shifted once more.
I understand that statement will sound like hyperbole to most but in truth, it is not. My partner was allowing me to do something that required a higher level of trust. To be given that trust was overwhelming. She was giving me a gift but I was giving her something as well.
I was giving her back control over her body. Control my sperm donor had attempted to wrest from her. I was giving her the right to enjoy her body in whatever way she saw fit. The right to be a full partner.
I do not mean to sound as if I was, or am, some sort of super lover. It was definitely a two-way street. I was in awe of the trust she had placed in me. It was that, not an innate special quality I possessed, that resulted in my treating her with such care.
Over the years I have had casual lovers, not many but some. I would like to imagine I was as careful with them but I’m sure I was not. I do not believe I was ever cruel or a total dick but sex in the context of love is as different from casual sex as your hand is from a pussy.
I froze. I remember that clearly. The sensation of mom’s ass around my cock was utterly different than that of her pussy. It was a revelation to me. Not to be crude but I had stupidly imagined a hole would be hole. How childish.
A mouth was a hole but I was already aware of how amazingly different a blowjob was from fucking a pussy. Why I was so taken aback to find being in her butt was so amazingly different than being in her pussy is beyond me.
As lost as I was in amazement, I did manage to pay attention to what I was feeling. One difference was obvious. Her sphincter squeezed my cock tighter than her pussy and in very circumscribed way. Beyond its tightness the sphincter, her butt was not as tight as her pussy.
All true but there is no doubt a great deal of the difference between anal and regular intercourse lies in the aura of mystery and naughtiness surrounding anal sex.
“You can go deeper, baby.”
Mom’s whisper brought me back to the moment. I slowly pushed my cock into her ass. The grip her ass had on my cock thrilled me to my core.
With the front of my legs pressed against the back of hers, I rode over her, using my weight to push deeper into her.
“Josh, that’s unbelievable,” she gasped. “I had no idea.”
I leaned over, pushing even deeper into her ass, and kissed her.
“You’re amazing. Fucking amazing,” I whispered against her cheek.
She reached up and patted mine. “So, are you baby. So are you.”
Her smile morphed into a look one might imagine on the face of a succubus. Her eyes glittered. “How ’bout you fuck me now with that amazing cock, baby.”
Eyes locked with hers, I swiveled my hips back until I left the crown of my cock snag against the hard, tight ring of her ass. I paused and then in one swift motion drove back into her.
My thrust forced the air from her chest. Her heels went around my waist and dug into the small of my back. I leaned far over her. My cock was nearly vertical as it entered her body.
Her eyes never left mine. My gaze darted from her face to her pussy, where he fingers rubbed and slapped at her clit.
The novelty, the intensity, made it impossible for either of us to last for very long.
She began to buck beneath me. I put more and more of my weight on her, on my cock, fucking her with long, slow, deep strokes.
Her ass clenched around me. Her face contorted. She slapped at her clit as liquid flowed from her pussy. Her ass was so far up in the air, her wetness flowed over her lower belly.
She began to gasp and buck again. The sounds she made sent me rocketing over the edge of the abyss.
With a roar, I pushed deep and felt my cock pulsing, filling the condom.
I knew two things at that moment. The first, this was not a one and done. I had not illusion this would be our standard position for making love but I knew we would do it again. Second, no more condoms. There was something so primal about filling her body, be it ass, mouth, or pussy, with my seed that was too powerful to resist.
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