"Of course, Mom. I won't act like that anymore. I'm ashamed for letting myself lose control in such deplorable fashion."
"Okay, I'll help you with this one release before I go to the store to return those dresses. I'll let you grind on my ass until you cum but you've gotta be quick. It's Sunday so the store closes in half an hour." She turned to lean over the sink with her eyes still locked to mine, allowing her butt to push out in my direction. Do we have a deal?" She asked.
"Of course, Mom. Oh god, you're the best!" She looked down at my crotch to see my hard on grow to its full capacity within seconds, causing her to shake her head and sigh.
"But you're not making a mess all over me. Go ad get a condom!" She ordered. I sprinted upstairs to get a condom from my drawer. I always had a stack of condoms for what the British call a 'posh wank." I brought the condom down to the kitchen to see mom leaning over the sink and looking at me.
"Are you ready, Kyle? She asked somewhat rhetorically, wiggling her butt in my direction." Sheepishly, I asked if she would put it on for me.
"Don't push your luck, mister. I know you can out that on yourself." I obliged before she changed her mind. "Okay." She instructed, beckoning me with gentle pats on her but. "Let's get this done quickly. I don't wanna be late. Do what you need to do so that I can get a refund." She turned to face the wall with her ass fully out for my latex wrapped dick's use. I got behind her with my hands on her hips and slowly ran my shaft along the middle of her globes, gradually increasing my speed. I allowed moans to escape me as my pleasure grew. I pushed myself deeper into her ass with each thrust, resisting the temptation to smack her ass and upset her. After several minutes, Mom was getting agitated.
"Hey, what's the hold up? I thought you'd be done already!"
"Sorry, Mom...but could you help me? Like on the dancefloor." I asked blushingly. She sighed again but she didn't need any explanation as to what I meant. She pushed her booty back against my crotch, wiggling on my dick, just like she'd done at the club the previous night. As my breathing increased, Mom took that as encouragement to keep going and as I thrusted against her, she matched my rhythm. Even when I took a break from thrusting, she pushed her ass against me and rolled her cheeks up and down the underside of my shaft. I leaned my arms back against the counter and basked in the glory of mom's booty, which looking like it was fighting to break free from the confines of her tight jeans, which were at full stretch as she bent over and rhythmically lifter her ass up to smack against my cock. I took my hand and used to hit mom's ass in time with her booty bounces.
"Oh fuck, mom. That's it! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum! Just keep doing that!!" I begged.
Mom didn't need telling twice, ramping up the power and rammed into my cock with more force. I told her to bend down, which she did, giving me a full view of her big wide ass. I grabbed her by the hips again and plunged my dick into her crack, riding up and down with final few thrusts before I let out a long, loud moan as I couldn't contain my ecstasy any longer. I could feel myself exploding. Mom responded by placing her hands on the sink and pushing her ass into me, crushing me into the counter with the weight of her big booty. My orgasm was thunderous. I grabbed her round her midriff an held her as tight as possible while I came with slow thrusts against her globes. The peak of my orgasm had to be when the top of mom's curves was pressed right in the sweet spot for my dick' just underneath the head. There were legit concerns that I would cum so much that my ejaculation would break the condom. Luckily for mom, she wasn't prayed by my dick because the latex, somehow managed to contain the river that flood from my hungover balls. I was exhaling deeply from the euphoria of mom's favor; still with my arms around her tight, my head on her shoulder and my dick pressed all the way into her fleshy round cheeks.
"Oh my god, Mom. That was incredible. Thank you Thank you Thank you. How can I repay you?"
"Just treat me like a lady should me treated, sweetie. Now get off me. I need to go. I've only got ten minutes to get to the store." She freed herself from my grip, grabbed her handbag and made her way out the house. I wondered where the dresses were, but she must have put them in the car already.
"Wow. She is THE perfect woman." I muttered to myself as I watched her ass through the window. Her ass was so good that I could see her cheeks roll with each step. Even when she was thirty feet away. However, I realized that if I was gonna get favors like this more often, I needed to back off for at least a few days; just try and be normal around her and wait for the right moments to turn on the ass play button. I took a shower and got dressed before I make myself breakfast. I felt amazing but I was dirty and gross. I began to binge-watch a documentary series on Netflix for the rest of that afternoon, trying to get my mind off my mom's big beautiful ass. I had to keep reminding myself not to pounce on her when she got home. Instead, as the attention I was paying to the tv diminished, I thought of things that I could that would be nice for mom. Equally, I thought of things I could do that kept me out of the house for large parts of the coming week. I wanted to stroke the correct balance for treating her like she was special, and making her want me around her more. I figured that if I used the next few days as an opportunity to play the long game, I would have her coming my way and, eventually, lusting after me.
Over the following, I executed my plan perfectly. When Mom came home from work, I cooked her dinners each night that respectively derived from different ethnic cuisines; from Lebanese to Japanese. Additionally, I would ensure that the fanciest wine and other drinks were present to compliment our meals. Most nights, after dinner, I made sure I had a reason to be out of the house. I told her that 3 of my friends from middle school were in the area and that I would be socializing with them. This was partly true. However, it was only Jacob that was in town, and I only met up with him one night. Mainly, I would go to the movie theater and watch any movie that was playing that evening. I didn't care if it was a crappy romcom that I would typically hate. It was important for Mom to get a feeling, over time, that she was upset to not have me around. On Sunday, my plan would come to fruition. At around 7pm that evening, I was lying on the couch, watching a documentary about drug cartels when my Mom sauntered in wearing a tank top and basketball shorts, which would look baggy on most people. However, Mom was not built in a way that would allow them to be baggy. Her big ass made them look tight. She stood over me and commanded my attention. I looked up to see her thick thighs just above my face. She was stood there with her hands on her hips, looking down at me with a somewhat sullen look.
"Hey, what's up with you? I feel like I haven't seen you all week. What is it? You don't like being around your old Mother anymore" I sat up and told her that I didn't feel that way at all and reminded her that she is not old and she was young, healthy and looked great.
"What's this you're watching?" I looked over to see the credits were now running. "Just a documentary." I replied.
"Well it doesn't sound like anything I'd be interested in. Let's watch a movie together. Come on, scoot!" I moved over and she sat next to me, took the remote from the coffee table and flicked through the Netflix menu before selecting some kind of chick flick. When I saw the image for the film, I realized that I had seen the sequel in the theater that week. However, I was smart enough not to say anything to her. We sat on the couch and watched the beginning of the movie. After about ten minutes, I noticed Mom edge closer to me out of the corner of my eye, but I made sure to not turn my head from the direction of the screen in order to keep my distance and not to eye her up. It was not easy though. My peripheral vision took in her meaty legs. How I wanted to run my tongue along her inner thighs and gorge on her pussy.
