Eden Books Harboring My Son’s Cock In My Ass : Anal Mothers 15

After reading some naughty erotica in the sun I decide to venture below deck to play with my wet pussy.  It’s then that I see my son Brett’s feet walking past the window as he inspects the newest vessels.  I invite him in for a drink and I’m keen to show him I’m not wearing panties.  The book I’m reading features anal sex, and now it’s all I can think about.

Take me in my tight asshole, Brett.  I want to feel you throbbing!

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“You ever see this much of a woman before?” I asked, fingering the rim of my glass.

Brett was quiet.

“Ever see anything like this before?”

He shook his head silently and took a sip of his water as though his throat was suddenly dry.

I moved the dress over and dropped a leg out of it completely.  I set my feet aside and used the garment to barely cover my pussy that awaited him between my open legs.

“Want to see what’s under here?”

Brett looked around the harbor quickly and then shot his gaze back to me.  He nodded.

I moved the fabric over steadily, focusing on his stare.  There was something hot about his undivided attention.  When I felt the cool air on my pussy I saw his expression change to arousal.  He swallowed again and pulled at his shorts.

“You’re not growing for your mother, are you?” I teased.

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“That’s okay,” I said, gliding a finger down my glistening groove.  “Mommy’s kind of hot for you too.”

Brett slid a hand down his face in disbelief.  I stared at the crotch of his pants, letting him know in no uncertain terms what it was that I wanted.

“Why don’t we go below deck?” I suggested.  “Things could get interesting down there.”

“I don’t know, Ma,” Brett said, looking again around the dock.

“No-one can see us down there.”

The fact he hadn’t outright declined meant I had a chance.

“Come on,” I said, standing up and taking his hand.  “Let’s go and do something stupid.”

I grabbed his wrist and guided him back down the stairs.  Brett followed, taking several quick looks around before we submerged into the hull.

I moved into the bedroom now and touched my panties with a toe.  “Now you know what these are doing here.”

Brett did nothing except swallow.  Hard.

“Relax,” I said, putting my hands on his chest.  “Mommy will take care of you.”

I leaned my lips towards him and kissed his face gently.  His shoulders dropped in resignation and he kissed me back.  The touch of his lips on mine felt strange at first, but when I drove my tongue into his mouth and he did the same to me I felt that familiar charge of ecstasy spark inside me.

“Now we’re rolling,” I said, pulling him over to the bed.  “You know,” I began, stroking his face with the back of my hand, “just before you came over to the window there I was busy playing with my naughty little pussy.”

Brett’s pupils spread wide.

I bit my lip.  “Not just my pussy,” I continued.  “I’m feeling adventurous, Brett.”

“Adventurous?” he asked, intrigued now.

“I was playing with my ass too,” I confessed.  It was exciting to say the words aloud.

Brett gasped.  “I didn’t know you did that.”

“I didn’t either,” I said, tugging him by the shirt and kissing him again.  “But I liked it.”

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