Very important note: as the title implies, this is very much a fully anal story. If it's not your cup of tea, check my other stories. Enjoy!
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"This could actually be one of those glorious mornings!" thought Mark. He was sitting at the kitchen table looking at his mother, hoping, dreaming and praying. He had crossed all his fingers, both his arms and legs and any toe he could. Would she make her tea? Her tea? What was so special about her tea?
Before we get to that, we have to realize that the morning was already special. Even if Mark's mom didn't make her tea, Mark would still be glad he got up this early. Eyes barely opened, hair tousled and with pillow marks on his face, he had ambled to the kitchen expecting to be alone. But he hadn't been alone. His mother was there. His mother and her bikini. Her small bikini.
Ten minutes later Mark was staring at his mother's body every chance he got. Every time she turned around, every time she looked away as she was talking to him, every time she fucking blinked! Mark's mother, at 37, was still remarkably beautiful and sexy. Not too tall, rather curvy but never chubby, she had decent curves in all the right places.
Her breasts were still firm and they still filled her D cup bras. In fact, the fabric was so stretched that he could see her nipples even though they were not hard. Below those stunning breasts, her slim waist enhanced her smooth hips. The soft, delicate curve of her belly made her look even more feminine and her legs were still strong because of all the zumba. The long shock of black hair on her head, falling to the middle of her back, was icing on the cake.
But although his mom's body was very sexy from head to toes, Mark knew he was obsessed with one thing. Her ass. Seeing it from this close in that small bikini was already a blessing. But if she decided to make her tea, it would make Mark's entire week! From time to time she took her time to make a complex chai tea. To make that tea, she would need a few ingredients that were easily accessible in the kitchen. But there was one of them, the ginger root, which she always placed on the top shelf of a cabinet. Very high. And in order to reach it, Mark's mom had to reach as high as she could, standing on tiptoes.
When that happened, even when she was wearing pants or skirts, the sight was breathtaking. But on the very rare occasions that she decided to do it wearing her bikini, oh dear gods in heaven! And so this morning Mark was taking his time to eat his breakfast and read the news on his laptop. The angle at which his laptop was turned wasn't an accident. And the fact that his reversible camera was also pointed away from him wasn't an accident either. If his mother decided to reach up for that jar of ginger roots, there was a hotkey ready to begin recording.
As time went by, Mark was beginning to despair. His mom was now drinking a tall glass of orange juice. Fuck! Mark had recorded a few minutes of video of his mom walking around, but he already had a bunch of those on his computer. He even had a few videos of her as she sunbathed on the deck outside. But having a video of her stretching up for thatβ "What? Really? Here we go!" Mark thought as he saw his mom getting the bottle of cinnamon.
Mark hit the record button and felt his heartbeat accelerating. Mark's mom had what you called a perfect heart-shaped ass. She had a small waist, flaring hips and a very curved and wide apple line. Very few young girls Mark had seen at the municipal pool had true heart-shaped asses. And when women got slightly older and rounder, few kept their small waist. In front of him though, his 37 year old mom's ass was the perfect balance.
And now she was lifting her arms up to reach the jar of ginger. Oh dear gods. Stretched like this, her waist seemed even narrower. And as she reached up on her toes to grab the jar, her ass was pushed out perfectly. Blood rushed to Mark's cock and he moved his enlarging member to a better position. Mark stared at his mom's pink and white bikini, with its cyan knotted strings on either side. He happened to know, because he had played with it while she was away, that these were real knots. If he were to pull on them, the bikini would fall on the floor.
Mark often fantasized of doing just that. Actually, he could get up right now and pull on them to reveal the full glory of his mom's ass. But, of course, he didn't. Instead he stared at the most amazing bubble butt he had ever seen, amazed each and every time by the way it pushed outwards. It was as if she had too much flesh and it had nowhere else to go but out.
From behind, he could see that her ass's roundness reached all the way to the soft peak of her thighs. None of that flagging flesh, none of those asses that failed to meet the challenge of wide hips. Oh no. Mark's mom had an ass that kept on giving all the way to her hips.
Unlike some of the curvier women Mark had seen, his mom's hip peak wasn't sharp. It curved smoothly, a testament to the firmness of her ass. The long line between her very high waist and that hip peak was now dented by the tight bikini. But even then, it didn't create a sharp dip. Resisting the pull, her flesh was only slightly curved by it. From that point all the way across to the other hip, the tight bikini made her skin rise very slightly. Mark didn't mind that at all, as it meant that the rest of the bikini was skin tight all the way down.
Again from the two knots, the bikini cut a pretty straight line all the way to the sweet darkness between her thighs. As if those lines were made to draw the eyes in. From that dark and deep point also emerged her apple line. That tender line between her ass and her thighs reached more than halfway to that hip peak. It was what made the heart shape so distinctive. Angling downwards at about 45 degrees right from her cleft, the curve rose up and began going upwards before fading smoothly into that fuzzy, undefined area between her thigh, hip and ass.
Standing very straight with her legs closed one against the other, the line between those thighs reached up to the darkness and formed a pointy arrow with the two apple lines. Another invitation to the delights deeper in. On the outside, her thighs narrowed considerably until they reached her knees. Standing tall like this, with her arms up over her head, her silhouette was a geometrical marvel.