Eden Books Plumb The Depths Of My Ass : Anal Mothers 20

Since getting a new girlfriend I’d hardly seen my son Charlie, but after a burst pipe requires attention and my son happens to be a plumber, it seemed only natural to call him.

Seeing him bent over in his boiler-suit is getting me all hot-and-bothered and I want him to bend me over the same way.  It’s so wrong, but when I discover his new squeeze won’t let him do anal I’m on hand to give my son his wish.  Put it in my ass, Charlie!  I want to feel you burst.

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“What is it?” I asked, leaning back against the counter.  He looked kind of intimidated.

“I have to know what it’s like,” he said.

I looked him up and down and noticed the bulge at his crotch.  His clothes were so tight that I could see him stretching out inside his pants as his cock vied to make an escape.

“Do you … want to …?”

“Say it,” he said.  “You have to say it.”

I turned away from him and put my palms on the counter, looking back over my shoulder.

“Do you want to fuck Mommy’s asshole?” I giggled.

Charlie let out a breath and walked up behind me.  My laughter soon became a satisfied sigh as his arms came around me and his body pressed against mine.

I wriggled my ass back against him, keen to find his cock.  His hands came around my stomach and stretched up the front of my t-shirt, just beneath my breast.  I could feel his breath on my neck and then he gave it a sensual kiss.

“What’s gotten into you?” I smirked.

“It’s what’s getting into you that interests me.”

I gave a playful squeak and rubbed my ass up over him, trying to forget as best I could that the bulge I could feel against me was the hard cock of my own son.

“You’re gonna put it inside me, huh?” I asked.

“Would you like that?”

“I’d love nothing more,” I answered, turning my head a little more so I could put my lips on his.

He kissed me like my son at first, but then he opened his mouth and I felt his tongue slide inside and wrestle with my own.

“Oh, Charlie,” I mewled.

He worked his arms out of his boiler-suit and the top half fell, hanging off his waist and waiting for me to do the rest.

“Allow me,” I said, turning and dropping to my knees.

The moment suddenly became all the more real now that I was staring into my son’s aroused crotch.  At nineteen he was old enough to make his own decisions, but that didn’t make the occasion any less wrong.

“Pull it out, Mom,” he said, staring down impatiently.

I steeled my gaze forward, pretending to myself that this was all the for the benefit of a son-in-need.  Truthfully I wanted to see him in all his glory.  I was curious to see how much he’d changed and even more curious to see how he’d feel in my naughty, tight asshole.

I tugged down his pants further until I was staring at his white underwear.  It wrapped over his length and left a raised, shadowed outline beneath that looked impressive at first glance.

Charlie stepped out of his heavy work-boots and I moved them aside as his pants fell further.  I took a deep breath as though it was my first performance on stage.

Steadily my hands gripped over the waist of his boxer shorts and I looked up into his eager face to see him looking down.

I locked eyes on my son and we shared a brief moment of panic as we realized in no uncertain terms that what we were doing was so utterly taboo that we could never tell a soul.

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