Mom's Warm Willing Anus

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.

He could almost feel the scorching heat emanating from her butt-crevice as he imagined pressing the engorged head of his cock against that taboo passage. In his fevered imagination, he watched himself plunge forward, inch by excruciating inch, burying his entire shaft in the viselike, pulsating grip of his own mother's ass.

Marci remained blissfully unaware, humming innocently as she wiped the counter. But Jayden was consumed by his dark, forbidden fantasy, his breath ragged and desperate as he claimed his imaginary mother with hard, relentless thrusts.

He had to clamp his teeth onto his lip to stifle the primal groan that threatened to escape when he pictured her casting a wicked glance over her shoulder, her hips bucking back to welcome his frenzied pounding. The lewd, rhythmic smacking of fleshy ass beating against his trim abdomen resounded in his ears like a savage symphony.

"Jayden? Are you feeling alright, honey?" His mother's voice cut through his vivid daydream like a blade, yanking him back to reality.

He blinked rapidly, his face igniting with a fiery mix of shame and embarrassment. "Oh, uh, y-yeah Mom, I'm fine..." he stammered, fumbling awkwardly beneath the table. "I was just, um, thinking about...s-something else..."

Marci's gaze drifted downward, and she couldn't ignore the undeniable bulge straining against his thin pajama pants. A knowing smirk spread across her lips. "Somehow I doubt you were thinking about 'something else', young man," she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I was...really."

He eyes flashed knowingly at his crotch, then back to his, her luscious lips curling with amusement. "Well, your penis is reading pretty high on the boner-meter," she joked. "So that's why I think you might still be dwelling on naughty butt-fun."

Jayden squirmed in sheer mortification, his face blazing an impossible shade of red as he struggled to conceal his raging erection with trembling hands. "Aw jeez, Mom!" he whined, his voice tinged with desperation.

Marci chuckled softly, patting his shoulder with understanding. "It's alright honey, I understand. You're a growing boy with needs. Why don't you go take care of that before school, hmm?" She nodded with emphasis toward his bedroom. "I think a little 'stress relief' would do you good."

"Okay, sure, thanks Mom," Jayden mumbled, his gratitude mingling with urgency as he bolted from his chair, practically sprinting out of the kitchen, driven by the need to escape the suffocating awkwardness and his mother's all-too-knowing gaze.

Marci watched him tear away, her smile fading as she shook her head. Her expression turned pained, aching with the knowledge that her son, so full of virility, would be cruelly denied the pleasures of National Anal Sex Day. Her breath hitched as she remembered her first time having a cock shoved up her anal passage, the exhilaration, the exquisite pain of surrender to her lover.

"My poor boy." she whispered, her voice heavy with despair. "Only 18, bursting with sexual energy and that throbbing hard cock doomed to go unsatisfied on Anal Sex Day." Her hands clenched around the breakfast dishes, knuckles turning white. "No eager asshole to squeeze his tender penis into, no gasps of pleasure to hear. It's cruel. Unjust!"

A sharp pang of maternal sympathy stabbed at her heart, quickly followed by a dark, forbidden thought. An image of herself, bent over the kitchen table, Jayden's strong hands gripping her hips as he claimed her from behind, invaded her mind. She tried to push it away, but it persisted, searing her consciousness.

"Marci, stop!" she gasped, horrified at her own depravity. "He's your son! Your own flesh and blood!" She attacked the pans with renewed vigor, trying to scrub away the stain of her perverse imaginings.

Yet, as she finished her chores, wiping down the counters with jerky, agitated movements, the fantasy lingered. It lurked in the shadows of her mind, a tempting, taboo whisper that refused to be silenced.

Marci bit her lip, desperately trying to focus on her tasks, to not envision spreading herself open for her son, offering her asshole to him like an animal in heat. But the more she resisted, the more the forbidden desire burned within her.

The flustered mother snatched her phone, her heart pounding as she dialed her older sister Pam. Pam, always her rock, her confessor, was the only one she could spill this twisted desire to.

"Hey sis, what's shaking?" Pam answered, her voice a beacon of warmth.

"Pam, I... I need your help," Marci stammered, her voice choked with desperation. "But you have to swear you won't judge me. This is serious."

"Cross my heart," Pam pledged, her voice steady and sure. "You know you can tell me anything. Now, what's eating you alive?"

Marci took a shuddering breath, her confession bursting from her like a dark secret. "Apparently, today is National Anal Sex Day, and... and Jayden, he doesn't have anyone to... celebrate with. I heard the hunger in his voice, the disappointment. He wants it, Pam. He wants to take someone from behind, to fuck someone in the ass."

"Ok, umm...keep talking, Marci. Let it all out," Pam urged, her voice tinged with anticipation.

"And I... I can't stop picturing myself offering my ass to him, Pam," Marci hissed, her voice a twisted whisper. "Letting my own son claim me, to beat his young dick through the ring of my asshole, just this once, so he won't miss out. Isn't that sick? Isn't that the most fucked up thing you've ever heard?"

Pam was silent for a moment, the pause thick with tension. Then, her voice cut through the silence, steady and sure. "Listen to me, Marci. It's not as taboo as you think. Moms and sons, they sometimes engage in these types of things and, well... anal sex isn't even the same as vaginal sex, so it wouldn't be like real incest anyway. It's just... a different kind of closeness."

"Really? You think it's... it's okay for a mom and son to get close that way?" Marci asked, desperation echoing in her voice as she clung to her sister's words.

"Hell yes," Pam asserted, her tone sharp and convincing. "I mean, you might be surprised at the number of moms that let their sons stick it in their butts. One good thing is you certainly wouldn't have to worry about him getting you pregnant."

Marci's mind raced, her breath hitched as she weighed Pam's words. "But... but it's cheating, isn't it?"

Pam scoffed, her laughter cold and harsh. "Cheating? Please. Husbands are clueless, Marci. They live in their own worlds. One time, one fucking day of anal penetration with your son, and your husband will never know. This is about you and Jayden. A mother's duty to make her son's day unforgettable."

Marci's eyes widened, her heart pounded as Pam's words stripped away her guilt, making the forbidden seem raw and real. "You really think... I should offer myself to him? Let him fuck me in the ass? Just this once?"

"Yes...I do!" Pam urged, her voice fierce. "What's the fucking harm? You give your son an awesome experience, you take some dirty pleasure for yourself. Everyone wins, Marci. Everyone. Fucking. Wins."

Jayden stepped out of the bathroom, towel barely clinging to his waist, body still dripping from the scalding shower. He froze in the doorway of his bedroom, muscles tensing as his eyes landed on the raw, uncensored scene before him.

There she was, Marci, his own mother, wearing only high heels and posed like a prowling animal, her sumptuous naked ass pointed at him like a prize. He felt a primal growl build in his throat as his eyes devoured the curves of her body, lingering on the smooth, round globes of her buttocks, quivering with each anticipatory breath. Nestled between her ample cheeks, her asshole beckoned him, a provocative invitation.

"M-mom?" Jayden choked out, his voice a ragged blend of shock and lust. "What are you doing?"

Marci peered back at him, her face a canvas of wicked intent, cheeks flushed, and eyes dancing with danger. "Happy National Anal Sex Day, baby," she cooed, her voice laced with sin. "I know you're aching for it, so Mommy's giving you a gift. My asshole is yours, sweetie. Take it. Take me."

Jayden's mind was a whirlwind of disbelief and desire. This couldn't be real, it must be some fucked-up dream. But the sight of her, the scent of her heat, slammed into him with a force that left him dizzy.

The teen's towel abruptly dropped from his waist, hitting the floor like a fallen flag, unveiling his colossal erection. It sprang free, fierce and rigid as a monument carved from pure granite and polished with silk.

His cock was a weapon, massive and thick as a baton of steel. A pulsating vein snaked along the underside of his shaft, throbbing like a drumbeat of war. The engorged purple head flared like the crown of a mushroom cloud, already slick with a thin sheen of pre-cum, a promise of imminent explosion.

Marci's eyes blazed as she feasted on the brutally magnificent sight of her son's titanic hard-on, a growl of approval rumbling in her throat. "God, you're ready to tear me apart, aren't you?" she snarled, her voice dripping with lust and challenge. "Okay, honey. Bring that fucking monster over here and show me what you're made of."

With a savage grin, she reached back and dug her fingers into the soft flesh of her meaty ass, spreading herself wide and presenting her tight, rosy hole like a sacrificial offering.

She shook her voluptuous behind, making her pendulous tits swing and bounce beneath her like church bells summoning the faithful. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, screaming her primal need.

Jayden was spellbound, his heart pounding like a jackhammer as he drank in the carnal spectacle. Her curves undulated like a stormy sea, and her asshole pulsed with dark invitation, daring his throbbing cock to claim it.

Entranced, he stepped forward, gripping his shaft with iron fingers. He aligned his mushroom head with that tantalizing bullseye, ready to plunder and conquer.

"Do it, baby, fucking impale Mommy's asshole with that monster cock," Marci commanded, her voice a ragged, desperate growl.

She steeled herself, every muscle taut, anticipating the brutal intrusion. "Split me open! Fucking destroy my tight butthole with that beast!"

Jayden positioned the bulbous head of his throbbing erection against the tight pucker of her anus. Her rosebud quivered, the dusky pink flesh clenching and unclenching in anticipation. He rubbed the slick, pre-cum-coated tip around her rim, teasing her, making her whimper and writhe.