What Mom Knows Fucks Her Ass

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Once dinner was done, my beautiful mother suggested, “I say we skip dessert and we find a place where I can get some dessert directly from the source.”

“Cheque,” I quipped, knowing my hard cock, which had never shrunk throughout dinner, was not going to make it much longer before it begged for attention.

We paid the bill and once we were outside, night time just beginning to set in, Mom asked, “Where did you park?”

“In the underground parking.”

“Perfect” she smiled, grabbing my hand, our fingers entwined as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend and not mother and son. “Lead the way, baby.” Just the way she said baby with such syrupy sexiness had my cock twitching.

As we walked down the secluded stairs, Mom pulled on my hand. I stopped and looked at her. She pushed me against the wall, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, fell to her knees and devoured me whole.

I couldn’t believe she would be so risky blowing me in a stairwell, but logically we would hear the door open and probably be able to cover up in time.

Her warm mouth, her nasty teasing the past hour and the crazy setting all had me on the brink in record time. My balls were boiling when a door above us opened. I told Mom, “Someone’s coming.”

She quit and said, “Well, then you better come soon,” and devoured my cock again, oblivious to the reality that we were about to get caught.

I closed my eyes, even as I heard steps above me, and allowed the oral sensation to take over. Within seconds, I shot a load of my sweet cum down my Mom’s throat as the steps got incredibly close.

They were almost upon us when Mom stood up and shoved her tongue in my mouth, swirling the last remnants of my cum back into my mouth. My cock was still out but hidden by Mom’s body crushed against mine, hiding my cock seconds before a middle age couple dressed for the opera or some other fancy shindig walked past us. The woman’s facial expression displayed clearly her disgust at such inappropriate displays of affection, while the man watched with a regretful look at a time long past for him.

As soon as they were gone, Mom dropped back down to the floor and cleaned my cock, looking to retrieve any last minute escapees.

Five minutes later, we were in my car when she asked, “Can we stop at the Love Boutique? I need some lube if you are going to drill my ass tonight.”

I gasped at my Mom’s shocking blunt language, but of course pulled into the store a couple of minutes later. Once parked, I planned to stay in the car, but Mom asked, “Don’t you want to come into the sex shop with me? Maybe pick out a costume for your mother to wear before you sodomize her?”

Such nasty talk had my cock revving to go again and my imagination spinning in overdrive. I quickly unfastened my seat belt and followed Mom in, leading with my cock.

As I entered the store, I realized I had never been in a sex shop. I had considered it a few times, but never had the guts to go in. Yet here I was with my mother shopping for lube to fuck her ass. I really had the best life in the world.

Once in the store, I was like a kid on Christmas morning, so many sweet things that I didn’t even know where to start. Mom went to the toys section and I followed. She grabbed some lube and tossed it to me, before looking at some other toys. I couldn’t believe the variety. I was looking at the double-ended dildo in confused awe when Mom, holding a strap-on, said, “Would you like to see Miranda and me scissor fuck ourselves with that?”

“I have no idea what that means, but yes.”

“And which strap-on should I buy for the next time your girlfriend and I play?” Mom asked while showing me two separate dildo cocks.

I shrugged, “Well, Miranda likes them big.”

“Good call,” my Mom concurred, returning both and grabbing a huge ten inch cock. “This will have her whimpering like the slut she is.”

“Mom, that is my girlfriend you are talking about.”

“Um, must I remind you she was my personal plaything first?” Mom smiled, tapping me on the head with the big cock.

“Fair enough,” I agreed, already imagining my Mom and my girlfriend in a variety of dirty situations.

“Now let’s go check out some costumes,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to a corner of wall-to-wall costumes.

“Wow,” I said, overwhelmed by the many kinky fantasies I envisioned role playing with my mother. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Well, real role play is about creating real situations and becoming the costume,” my sexy mother pointed out.

“Ok,” I said, unsure what she meant.

“So, let’s see,” she paused, pursuing the many different options. “Ah-ha,” she said, reaching up a bit and grabbing a cat woman costume. “Find the Batman costume, stud.”

I found it pretty easily, my mind already role playing ideas of Batman disciplining Catwoman. Mom put on the mask, and sauntered over to me seductively, parodying the old Adam West cartoon over the top action scenes, I used to watch on reruns, “So Batman, do you think you could BING BAM BOOM me into submission?”

The innuendo had me weak at the knees as I tried to come up with a witty comeback.

When I couldn’t, she purred, actually purred, “What is it Batman, does the cat have your tongue?”

She rubbed my stuff cock through my pants and teased, “Oh does Batman want to come out and play?”

I moaned, unable to come up with a complete thought.

She took the mask off and reached for another outfit. She grabbed a red outfit and disappeared into a change room. I looked at other outfits: princesses, nurse, Superwoman, Lady Gaga…every one creating a new fantasy for me.

Mom came out in the skimpiest red outfit ever, her mocha coloured thigh high stocking tops completely visible. She walked over to me and teased, “Well, hello there Mr. Wolf, do you want to go back to my grandmother’s house and eat me?”

My mouth dropped open, my Mom’s sexual implication so fucking naughty.

Her hand slid down my chest, her finger like lightning and thunder to my cock. “Imagine helpless l’il ole me with a basket full of toys and no one to use them on me?”

“Aaaah, fuck Mom,” I moaned.

“Does baby want to fuck Little Red Mommy Hood?” she asked, her hand again on my crotch.

“Oh god, yes,” I grunted, like a babbling fool.

Mom looked around and quickly pulled me into the dressing room. She pulled out my cock, pushed me onto the sitting ledge of the small room and sat on my cock, engulfing it completely. Her wet warmth coated my cock and she bounced up and down eagerly, taking every inch of my cock with each downward bounce. My Mom was clearly really horny as I could feel her excess juice leaking onto my legs as our bodies collided. Her moans, although controlled because of our location, were becoming louder the longer she fucked me. I could tell she wanted to scream, to talk dirty, and the restrictive location was holding her back from the pure pleasure she usually received when we fucked.

I whispered, trying to push her past the point of resistance, “Come for me Mommy, come like the son-fucker you are.”

“Aaah, fuck Curtis,” she whispered back, “keep talking dirty to me. Treat me like your fucking personal sex-slut.”

I wanted to bend her over and take control, but the room didn’t allow it, so I continued the sexual verbal assault of my perfect, beautiful, slut Mom. “Keep bouncing slut. Who owns that wet cunt of yours?”

“You do,” she moaned, loader than she meant to.

“I do what?” I asked, slapping her ass.

“Aaah, fuck, you own my cunt, baby.”

“And I can use it whenever I want, right Mommy?”

“Oh fuck, yes, Curtis, I am always at your disposal,” she moaned.

“My personal live at home Mommy cum bucket.”

“Oh my fucking God, Curtis, yes, baby, more, I’m so close,” she moaned, getting turned-on by the humiliation and taboo sin of fucking her son.

“Come for me now, my Mommy-slut, come like the dirty, incestuous, son-fucking whore you are,” I demanded, my own orgasm incredibly close from my Mom’s furiously ride.

She began to scream and I covered her mouth as her orgasm quaked through her, almost simultaneously my cum exploded inside her. She didn’t slow down, my cum filling her cunt as her juice leaked out. A minute later, she got off me, and said, “Shit, I should have worn panties, I am leaking like crazy.”

I laughed, as I saw her juice and my cum slithering down her leg.

“Get out of here, before we get caught you dirty boy, you,” she teased.

I returned to the outfit area where an older woman, a sales-lady for the store, glared at me, obviously knowing what we had done, although I assumed she had no idea of the fact that incest had just occurred in her store. I avoided eye contact and looked around for another outfit.

Mom returned a Moment later, the outfit in hand and said to the older woman, ignoring her accusing eyes, “I think we will get this one, the Catwoman and Batman and one more.”

“Which one?” I asked, curiously.

“That is for me to know and you to find out very, very soon,” she teased. “Go to the car so I can pay for all this.”

I obeyed and waited in the car, bubbling with anticipation to complete the promised Trifecta.

Mom returned and I drove us home. Mom said, “I can’t stop leaking.”

I shrugged, “I can’t believe we fucked in a stall of a sex shop.”

“I can’t believe all those things you called me,” she countered, seemingly offended.

I quickly apologized, “Sorry Mom, I….”

She slapped my knee. “Oh Curtis, you still are as gullible as you were when you were young. When I am revved up like that I want to be treated like a slut, it gets me off like nothing else. I can’t explain it, but it is true. When you called me a live-in Mommy cum bucket it brought me over the top. And now I am leaking like a sieve.”

We pulled into the driveway and Mom smiled. “Think you can get it up one more time, son?”

“Oh Mom, I can go and go and go. I am the Energizer fuck-bunny,” I quipped.

“Let’s go and see if you can back those words up, stud.” She smiled, getting out of the car.

Once in the house, she took her bag of goodies with her and said, “I am going to shower and get into costume. Why don’t you go shower too, and pour me some wine?”

I did as suggested, taking a long hot shower, my cock never completely shrinking, the curiosity of what Mom had bought for tonight and the thought of fucking Mom’s ass constantly spinning in my head.

In my room, I got dressed again and noticed Miranda had texted me. I clicked on the text.

Miranda: Have u banged Mommy’s ass yet? Here is something for you to think about for our time together tomorrow. When I let you bang mine.

I gasped. It was a picture of Miranda bent over holding her cheeks open and her enticing rosebud staring at me begging to be fucked.

My cock was again in missile mode and I adjusted myself before heading to the kitchen to pour us some wine and put together a plate of appetizers.

I had finished almost a full glass of wine when my Mom called out from the stairs, “Are there any Jedis down there?”

Being the ultimate Star Wars geek, I was instantly curious and was not disappointed when I turned the corner to find Mom dressed exactly like Princess Leia, hair and all. In her hand was one of my collectible lightsabers. She seductively came down the stairs and quipped, “Well you won’t have to be using your hands solo tonight, Jedi.”

She put the tip of my lightsaber in my mouth. “Any guess where I found this light saber?”

I could smell my Mom’s heavenly scent. She teased, “Of course, I would like a very different lightsaber in me, Jedi.”

“Oh, I think the force is with me, Princess,” I quipped, confidently moving in and kissing my beautiful mother. Being aggressive, I pushed her against the wall and she whimpered. I demanded, “It is time to reward your Jedi.”

I pushed her to her knees, on the stairs, and she quickly unbuckled my pants and took my lightsaber in her hands. She quipped, “You sure were concealing a deadly weapon, my Jedi.”

“I think I have found the perfect place to hide it for safe keeping,” I shot back, shoving my cock in her mouth. Unlike our last couple of times, I was much more aggressive, grabbing her sexy Princess Leia hair and pumping my cock in her sweet cocksucking lips. A couple of minutes of this and I ordered, “Go get on your bed, my slut.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, unable to conceal her true submissive nature once she had a taste of my dominance.

I watched her stand up and turn around while I went and got the wine. I returned and she was on the bed as instructed. I handed her a glass of wine and I joined her on the bed. I asked, “Does Dad dominate you like you crave to be?”

“No,” she admitted, before adding, “I have hidden that naughty dirty part of me for years.”

“Why?” I asked, my hand moving to her white stocking-clad legs.

“I am an adult now with responsibilities and I had to let go of my past,” she weakly rationalized.

“But you have always, subconsciously, craved submission. Wanted Dad to just take over and use you like a slut?”

Mom nodded, and gulped her wine.

Surprising her with my conversation shift, I asked, “So Mom, what really happened between you and Ellie?”

In a heartbeat, her facial expression transformed from confident and sexy to shy and nervous. “Curtis, that was a long time ago.”

“I know,” I pushed, my voice soft and tender, like a therapist trying to draw out their patient’s past. “But clearly you are not completely over it.”

“I am too,” she said, attempting to be strong, “I have resisted the temptation for years.”

“Sorry,” I said, trying a different route. “I meant you still have lingering feelings for Ellie.”

“Only being friends and not being drawn back into her web of seduction has been the hardest thing I have ever done and I probably would have succumbed on Halloween if you wouldn’t have shown up and saved me,” she explained, her hand falling onto my leg.

“But why is she trying to get you back now after all these years?”

“Well, you are old enough to not need a mother figure I assume,” she pondered.

“I have never needed a mother figure more than I do now,” I quipped back.

She laughed at my naughty implications. “Plus, she knows my relationship with your father has not been great. I even have wondered if she was not attempting to conspire with your father. Ellie’s comment to you when she thought you were your father only enhances those suspicions.”

“But you still love Dad?” I asked, this conversation getting much heavier than I had originally planned.