Eden Books Anal Mothers Bundle 8-Pack : Books 17 – 24

There’s one thing the mothers in these stories have never done before and there’s a man in their lives that they definitely shouldn’t do it with!  Read how cock-hungry moms take the stiff lengths of their sons in their virgin assholes for the first time.

Contains books 17 – 24 of the ‘Anal Mothers’ series, featuring: ‘My Son’s Bun In My Back Oven,’ ‘New Balls Please,’ ‘Fix My Computer Honey – And Then Take My Ass,’ ‘’Plumb The Depths Of My Ass,’ ‘My Son’s MC Gang Initiation Was To Fuck My Ass,’ ‘Massaged In My Asshole,’ ‘My Soapy Asshole For My Son,’ and ‘Put It In My Ass, This Instant!’

 Read An Excerpt

“So kiss me.”

“Mom!” Charlie gasped, stepping away.

“Charlie I’m trying to help you,” I said, pretending to be offended.

“Can we do that?”

“There’s no-one else here,” I said, looking around.  “Of course we can do it.”

Charlie moved in slowly.

“That’s it,” I said.  “Put one hand here.”

I gripped his hand and moved it to my cheek.  He held me tenderly and I realized that this fantasy was mine now and not Charlie’s.  I was telling him to kiss me exactly how I’d always desired.

“And your other hand here,” I said, and I moved it to my hip.

Charlie’s mouth moved towards mine and I closed my eyes, letting myself drift away as his lips softly touched against mine.

He was timid at first and I was coy too.  Our mouths pressed together and I teased my tongue through my lips.  Charlie did the same and the sudden connection seemed to spark something inside the both of us.

I took a deeper breath and kissed him with greater passion, grinding my pussy against his leg as the embrace flourished into something taboo.

I moved my arms under his and pulled his back towards me, swirling my tongue against his and feeling like a teenager all over again.

As we kissed I felt Charlie begin to grow in his pants and soon I could feel his thick muscle pressing against my thigh.

I broke away from him slowly and felt a semblance of myself begin to return.  My eyes blinked and I looked across into the face of my son.

“That’s good, Charlie,” I said, as though we were still mid-lesson.

“Is that all?” he asked.  “Is that all I need to do?”

“No,” I said.

This time I didn’t say a word.  Instead I took his hand and guided it under my apron.  Charlie let me move him submissively, showing no sign of protest as I placed his upturned palm in between my legs.  I held him there against me, my fingers interlaced with his again.

“There,” I said.  “You need to work your way there.  Slowly.”

“Slowly?”

“Yeah, we—uhh—jumped ahead a few steps,” I smirked.

“And then?”

“Just move,” I said, dictating my rhythm against his fingers.

Charlie matched my pace and I let out a long breath as he slowly started to rub himself over my mature, forbidden sex.

“That’s it,” I gasped.  “Oh, Charlie, that’s it.”

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