Mom's Warm, Willing Anus
By Klrxo
Marci moved frenetically around the kitchen, juggling the fussy baby against her chest while hastily assembling PB&J sandwiches and carrot sticks for the other kids' lunches. Her eyes darted to the clock--7:45 already, and her husband was about to leave.
"Sweetheart, don't forget your briefcase!" she shouted, her voice rising over the clatter, as she spotted the briefcase abandoned on the table.
The abrupt movement shook the baby, who promptly spit up on her delicate robe. "Oh no..." she muttered, snatching a cloth to battle the spreading stain.
At that moment, her 18-year-old son Jayden shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes. Marci greeted him with a warm smile, which quickly froze as her gaze fell on the unmistakable tent in his pajama pants -- a bobbing stalk of morning wood, jutting from teenage loins.
Jayden mumbled a drowsy "Morning," oblivious to the awkward situation.
Marci's pretty eyes snapped away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "M-morning, sweetie. Breakfast is on the table."
She spun around, desperately hiding her flustered state by focusing intensely on wiping the baby's chin. What she couldn't ignore were the way her fat teats were hardening on the peaks of her oversized mommy-tits.
Jayden eased into his seat, drawing a bowl of cereal toward himself with noticeable caution. The boy's eyes, drawn like magnets, hungrily devoured his blonde-haired mother's form as she moved about the kitchen, the sexy robe clinging to her delicious curves like a second skin.
His gaze seared over the swell of her giant breasts, barely concealed beneath the taut, thin fabric of her robe, threatening to burst under the strain of her plunging cleavage.
Lower still, the robe molded to the pronounced globes of her succulent bubble butt, the firm, rounded shape begging for his attention.
Marci felt the scorching weight of her oldest son's stare, a hot, prickling flush sweeping up her neck and setting her skin ablaze. Every nerve ending screamed at the taboo, the wrongness of her son's hungry eyes on her body. Yet, a dark, shameful thrill coursed through her, even as her mind reeled with humiliation.
She tore her focus back to the baby's bottle, hands shaking despite her fierce will to steady them, the air around her crackling with tension and forbidden heat.
Marci's husband swept into the room with the energy of a whirlwind, barely pausing to plant a quick kiss on her cheek. "Gotta dash, hon! Big presentation today. Love ya!" His voice echoed with urgency as he tousled Jayden's hair. "Bye, sport! Knock 'em dead at school!"
Jayden responded with a low grunt, his focus now fixed on the depths of his cereal bowl.
Marci watched her husband disappear out the door, then stole a furtive glance at her son. His bulge was still unmistakably prominent, the meat of his arousal pressing against the thin fabric. Her heart raced, betraying her inner turmoil. She castigated herself silently, desperately redirecting her attention to the baby in her arms, willing away the heat creeping over her skin.
Once the younger children had dashed outside to catch the school bus, Marci carefully laid the now-sleeping baby in her crib. Returning to the kitchen on bare feet, she found Jayden still slumped at the table, listlessly prodding his soggy cereal.
The busty mother settled across from him, summoning every ounce of courage for the uncomfortable but unavoidable conversation.
"Jayden, sweetheart..." Her voice was a mixture of determination and trepidation. "We need to talk. Last night, I overheard you on the phone with Ryan. You mentioned something about 'not getting in the back door tomorrow'... What exactly did you mean by that?"
Jayden's eyes widened with alarm, his cheeks blazing a vivid red. "Oh, um, i-it was nothing, Mom, really. Just dumb guy talk," he stammered, squirming in his seat as his gaze darted anywhere but at his mother.
Marci leaned forward, her silk robe falling open to reveal her gaping tit-cleavage, her eyes piercing and unyielding. "It didn't sound like nothing. Please be honest with me; I'm just trying to understand and make sure you're being safe and responsible." Her words were gentle but firm, leaving no room for evasion.
Jayden writhed uncomfortably, his face now a deep, burning crimson. "Aw jeez, Mom, do we really have to talk about this? It's so embarrassing..." He could feel the heat of mortification creeping up his neck.
Marci reached across the table, her touch soft yet insistent as she took his hand. "I know it's awkward, sweetie, but I care about you and wanna make sure you're making good choices. Now please, tell me what you meant about 'the back door'." Her voice was calm, yet there was an unshakeable resolve behind her words.
Jayden exhaled heavily, his shoulders slumping as he stared down at his lap, feeling utterly trapped. "Okay, fine... Today is, um, supposed to be 'National Anal Sex Day'.
"National...Anal Sex Day?" his mother repeated with a confused expression. "I've never heard of such a thing."
"Well, IT IS a thing, and apparently it's today," her son explained. "And I told Ryan I wouldn't be...you know...'getting in the back door'...because I don't have a girlfriend right now." Every word felt like a weight on his chest, and he refused to meet his mom's eyes, drowning in embarrassment.
Suddenly, the mother threw her head back and laughed throatily, making her fat, stiff-nippled boobies shudder. "Oh, sweetheart, is that all you're worried about? Don't be so ashamed, it's only natural for a boy your age to be obsessed with such things. I'm just relieved you're not in any sort of trouble."
She gripped his hand, her fingers burning into his skin. "And listen, if we're being honest, I won't be participating in 'National Anal Sex Day' either--your father could never really appreciate the pleasure of taking me that way." She licked her lips, her eyes flashing with sadness.
Jayden swallowed hard, summoning his courage. "So...you like anal sex then?" His voice cracked slightly, but his eyes were alight with curiosity.
Marci's breath caught. She hesitated, warring with herself, before finally nodding. "Yes, I...I do enjoy it. But...this probably isn't really a very appropriate discussion for us to have, honey."
"Come on Mom, I'm an adult now, and I was honest with you, wasn't I? I'm just interested in a girl's perspective on it, you know?" Jayden pressed, leaning forward intently. "What do you like about it?"
Marci bit her lip, cheeks flaming. "Well, I...I suppose I like the way it feels..."
"In what way?" her son persisted.
Marci peered around nervously a moment as if there might be someone else in the house, but she knew with the exception of the baby, it was just her and her son. "Jayden, you can't tell anyone we had this discussion."
"I won't, I swear," he replied, heart beating a mile a minute. "I'm really just curious why you like the feeling of it."
"Well, just, um...having a hard penis moving through the tight tube of my ass." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "The way the fat knob digs so deep into my rectum, filling and stretching me..."
Jayden's eyes widened, his breathing shallow. He had never heard his usually reserved mother use such explicit words and he liked it a lot. "Wow, that's really hot," the boy uttered, his eyes darting to the turgid nubs poking through his mom's robe on the peaks of her heaving melons.
Marci's eyes flicked down, zeroing in on the unmistakable tumescence of her son's hard-on. Liquid heat pooled low in her belly. "I love the delicious burn and stretch as a thick shaft invades my most forbidden hole. The intense, full sensation as my ass is completely stuffed..." She trailed off, squeezing her thighs together.
The air crackled with electric tension, taboo desire saturating the space between them. Jayden openly ogled his mother's heaving cleavage, while Marci stared transfixed at the prominent outline of her son's straining erection. Wrong as it was, they both found themselves hopelessly aroused by the inappropriately intimate conversation.
"We should, um...probably talk about something else now," suggested the mother turned abruptly and went to the sink.
Dylan watched her silk robe clinging to her thighs like a lover's embrace. As she leaned over the counter, her plump ass swayed hypnotically, the thin fabric doing little to hide the luscious shelf of her derriere. He could even see the well-defined fissure separating her fatty ass-cheeks.
"Hurry and finish your breakfast, honey or you'll miss your bus," the mother warned, trying to sweep the thoughts of deep anal reaming from her mind.
Jayden's cock throbbed in his pajamas, his teenage hormones raging like a wildfire as forbidden desires consumed his brain. Pre-cum had crept up the tube of his urethra, drooling out his piss-slit and leaving a slimy damp spot on his pajama bottoms.
He envisioned himself stalking behind his hot-assed mom, his hands gripping her generous hips, exploring the intoxicating curves of her ass. In his fantasy, she moaned, arching her back, offering herself to him completely. He pictured ripping open her robe, the sash falling away to reveal her naked body, a temple of pure, voluptuous lust.
The blood surged into Jayden's cock, swelling it to the point of exquisite agony as he envisioned grasping the full, rounded orbs of his mom's ass, roughly parting her supple cheeks to reveal the delicate, puckered ring of her most intimate sanctum.
