John awoke next to his mother the next morning. He still couldn't believe they had sex. He also couldn't believe that his mother had told him that everyone in the family was bisexual, including his dad and sister. He looked over and noticed his mother was still asleep, currently situated on her stomach.
Feeling bold and naughty, John rested his hand on her lower back. Jasmine stirred but didn't wake. He moved his hand down to her soft buns, caressing them. With his middle finger, he pushed between her cheeks, finding the warm hole in her ass with his finger tip. He proceeded to rub her anus softly, wanting desperately to sink it inside. Before he could, Jasmine shifted and turned to her son, forcing John to retract from the anal massage.
Jasmine smiled at her son as he brought the lucky finger close and treated himself to the smell of her ripe ass.
"Did you really just smell your finger after rubbing it on my asshole, sweetie?" She asked.
"Yep. I've dreamt about smelling your ass for years, mom. That's one of my biggest fetishes is anything to do with buttholes. Anytime I see a girl with a nice butt, I immediately wonder how it smells and what it tastes like."
Jasmine winked at him. "You're going to fit right in with the rest of the family then." She said. "We're all anal freaks."
John took the opportunity to be blunt. "So can I fuck you in your ass, mom?"
Jasmine smiled. "I promise to let you bend me over and have your way with me very soon, honey."
She placed her hand between her son's legs and felt his erection. Her index finger traced up the underside of John's shaft, causing his penis to twitch. Jasmine giggled at her son's reaction, moving her hand lower and sliding her own finger against John's buttcrack.
"I know you were a virgin before last night." She said. "But have you ever played with your own bottom? Ever shoved any toys in there?"
"No." John answered, almost in a dejected tone. "I've tried rubbing it and a few times I tried to get a finger in there, but it's just so tight."
Jasmine pulled her hand back, resting it once more on his thigh. "That's okay, honey. It just needs some practice. Mommy can help you with that. Daddy too."
Sitting up and tossing the covers aside, John watched his mother stand up out of bed, his eyes glued to her ass and that special place between her legs. He involuntarily moaned when he saw her opening her underwear drawer.
"Can't we just spend the day naked, mom?" He asked.
Jasmine turned her head back to him with a smile. "There's plenty of time for us to fuck, sweetheart. First we need breakfast."
"Fine."
"Wanna help mommy pick out her panties?" Jasmine asked, offering a compromise.
John got out of bed and joined his mother at her bureau, his cock still rock hard. He marveled at his mother's selection of underwear. So many cuts, so many fabrics. Just feeling the material against his skin made his manhood ache with desire. He finally settled on a purple satin thong.
Jasmine smirked at him as she put it on. "You just want my ass to hang out, you dirty boy."
John couldn't disagree as he smiled. "Mom, can I tell you something?"
"Anything, honey. What is it?"
"It's a fetish I don't think you know about yet." John told her.
Jasmine leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "You can tell me anything, baby. We don't kink shame around here. We're very much a... we'll try anything at least once... kind of family."
Her words helped John relax. He hadn't shared this with anyone before. He took a deep breath and said, "Sometimes I get turned on thinking about... well, when I think about..."
"Yes? What is it?"
"...can I wear a pair of your panties, mom?" He asked.
Jasmine smiled at her son. "Look at you. I never took you for a crossdresser." She looked him up and down with a renewed pride, certainly not the least bit put off by his request. "I bet you'll look great in a cute little pair of panties."
John blushed. "You really think so?"
"Sure!" She said. "But you're a little on the slender side. My underwear might be too loose on you."
"Oh."
"Don't worry, honey!" Jasmine said. "I think your sister left some clothes here when she moved away for school. Let's go check and have a look at your sister's underwear. Does that sound okay?"
John perked back up. "Okay, mom."
Jasmine led the way and John followed, his eyes watching his mother's buttocks the entire time. The purple material of the thong was mostly hidden in the crack of her voluptuous ass, with just peeks here and there as her hips swayed. John's penis was still fully erect considering his mother hadn't really put on much clothing per se. Her fake but beautiful breasts also swung freely from her chest, and John noticed that her nipples displayed her own excitement as they reached his sister's underwear drawer.
It wasn't as full as his mother's wardrobe of undergarments, but there was still a good 1/3 of the drawer occupied with soft, delicate feminine intimates. John held up a pair of white cotton tanga panties.
"How about these mom?" John asked.
"Those are nice, honey." Jasmine replied, still rummaging through the drawer. "But I think we should find something a bit more girly."
His mother's words caused John's erection to twitch. Not only was she understanding of his fetish, but encouraging as well. Jasmine pulled out a pair of cotton panties as well, but they were bikini cut and best of all... they were pink.
"Here we go!" Jasmine exclaimed. "You can try these!"
She handed the underwear to her son and noticed that his penis was still rock hard.
"Well they won't fit very well until we take care of that thing." Jasmine said with a giggle. "Come with me to the kitchen, I have an idea."
Once in the kitchen, Jasmine opened one of the cabinets and took out a shot glass. She then handed the glass to her son.
"Here you go." She said. "Jerk your cock off into the glass, sweetie."
John set his sister's panties on the counter as he held the glass in front of his erection. With his other hand he slowly began to stroke himself.
"That's it. Good boy. Show mommy how you play with yourself."
Jasmine was enthralled watching her son masturbate in front of her. She fought the urge to give her own crotch a workout and instead moved beside her son. She placed one hand on his abdomen and her other hand she placed on his rear, rubbing his cheeks in a loving manner as he continued to stroke.
"Very good boy. Your penis is so beautiful, sweetie."
With her hand now on her son's buttcrack, she used her finger to push against his anus. John moaned at the added sensation his mother was providing.
"You like that?" She asked. "You like when mommy plays with your tight, little hole?"
"Hell yeah, mom." John said. "That feels awesome."