Eden Books Paint My Asshole With Your Cum : Anal Mothers 13

My son David is the manager of the local art gallery, and as such he gets to decide what pieces to showcase.  I’ve just finished one of my own but he’s quite reserved in putting it on display.  It’s too vulgar, he says.  I’ll show him vulgar … read how I take his virginal cock in my tight, virginal asshole, dragging his cum out of him and putting him in his place.

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“Why in the ass?” he said.

I shrugged.  “I’ve never done that before.  It seems … right.”

With that I twisted the lock and it shut home.  David swallowed hard.

“It—it’s just that I really don’t think it would be right,” he said, fumbling for his pen in an effort to occupy himself.

I slowly unbuttoned my jacket and set it across the back of the chair, popping open a button of my blouse and looking him dead in the eye as I did so.

“Ohhh, God,” he wailed, pushing his chair out.

He rose and walked around the desk, making for the door.  I stood in the way.

“I hope you’re given this some serious consideration,” I said.  I moved a hand to fix his tie and straightened it up over his Adam’s apple.

“Mom,” he whispered softly, closing his eyes in the hope of resisting the temptation.

“Let’s take you back over to your desk,” I said, grasping his hand.

I led him back over to his big leather chair and put him in it.  David was complicit the whole time and I could tell from experience that this was clearly something he wanted, but didn’t want to admit.

“You just stay there,” I said, and I put my hands on his shoulders.  “Mommy will take care of this.”

He gripped tight on the arms of the chair and his knuckles turned white as I crouched in front of him.

“Wh—what are you going to do, Mom?” he asked, looking down into my eyes.

“What do you think?” I asked, pulling open the belt of his pants fiercely.

He let out a long, panicked breath and then stared down again, as though he was waiting to be revealed to me.

“What have we got here?” I swooned, realizing that he was stiff already.

I rubbed my flat palm over the bulge, feeling the stiffness below that was much bigger than I anticipated.

“Is this all yours?” I asked.  My plan was to give him a bit of confidence, but when you have a dick the size of his, you don’t really need it.

“Uh-huh,” he nodded, and he seemed immediately more relaxed, as though he realized he’d passed the first test.

“I hope I don’t regret saying I’d put this in my ass,” I laughed.

David gave a nervous laugh too, but it stopped abruptly when I popped open the button of his pants.

“Now let’s see,” I said, reaching in as though I was rummaging in my rucksack for a treat.

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