“I understand,” I nodded, “but we’re both adults.”
“It’s still illegal,” Mom pointed out.
“Thank God I know a lawyer,” I joked.
“This is serious, Kevin,” she worried. “I want this. I actually need this. But it can’t be like when I was with your father.”
“What do you mean?”
“He almost cost me my career more than once.”
“How so?”
“He had me suck three guys at his Christmas party, had me go down on a woman at a movie theatre where we got kicked out, had me get triple penetrated by some frat boys, he had me wear a vibrating egg in my cunt during a trial that he turned on and off throughout the testimony including during my cross-examination, he had me suck off the lawyer I had just beaten in a case, he made me wear his cum through airport security,” she listed.
“I would never make you do any of that,” I said, stressing, “I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to.”
“That’s the problem,” she said in frustration. “I loved every kinky thing he ever made me do. When he was in charge, I obeyed. I wanted to obey. I got off on it. Yet, once it was done, I was often mortified. Not by the act, I love wild, kinky sex, but by the risk that one incautious reveal and my prominent career would be over.”
“I’ll protect you,” I promised, understanding her insecurity and her lust… a balance she obviously struggled with.
“I need you to do just that,” she said. “I really want to be your Mommy-slut, I want to obey your every order, I want to do wild, kinky shit with you, but I also want to keep my professional career intact.”
“I understand,” I nodded, as she began rubbing the soles of her feet on my flaccid cock.
“So you understand I want to be a dirty, submissive Mommy-slut to you in private, but still a professional and respected member of the community in public?” she asked.
“I do,” I nodded, “and I fully support all of it,” as my cock began to grow.
“Good,” she smiled, “because I need to trust you completely with both of those polar opposite goals, far better than I’m able to trust myself.”
“So you trust me completely?” I asked, even though she had just said she did.
“As your submissive slut, I have to,” she answered.
“But I want you to trust me not just because you have to,” I told her, my cock hardening. “This has to be a willing decision made while you’re thinking straight. While you’re being my responsible mother, not my slut.”
“Well, I am getting a bit cock hungry again,” she smiled, but added, “but right now I’m clear-headed and I understand what I am giving you.”
“What, exactly?” I asked, not actually sure myself.
“Everything,” she said, my cock now hard as she began giving me a slow nylon-clad foot job. She added, “I’m entrusting you with my body, my mind and my soul. So don’t fuck it up because if you do, I won’t be able to stop you.”
“Ooooooh,” I moaned out of both pleasure and the scope of her gift.
“I trust you completely, you’re my son. My Master. Lover. Mother fucker. Magic Wand Stud,” she listed, as she kept giving me a slow foot job.
“And I’ll always respect that trust,” I pledged, feeling this trust was the ultimate gift, more so than all the wild sex we’d shared in the past twenty-four hours. Wow! It’s been less than twenty-four hours since Mom submitted to me!
“So,” she moved us forward, “are you going to sodomize your mother or what?”
“Kindly describe the ‘or what’?” I requested, agreeing with her apparent decision that our serious talk time was over for now.
“You little brat,” she objected, tapping my cock with her foot.
“I’m a lot of things, but little isn’t one of them,” I countered.
“True enough,” she smiled, as she got up and went to the kitchen, returning a moment later with some lube.
“Do you always keep lube in the kitchen?”
“When I’m expecting to get ass fucked by my son’s big, fat cock I do,” she answered, as she squirted some lube on her hand and stroked my cock with it.
“Oh, that feels nice,” I moaned, realizing I’d not yet gotten a hand job from her.
“This will feel a lot nicer,” she promised, as she straddled me and lowered her ass onto my cock.
“Descendo,” I intoned.
“Actually,” she moaned as my cock disappeared inside her asshole, “evanesco.”
I laughed, evanesco being a charm to make things vanish, “You really are almost as big a Harry Potter nut as I am.”
“They should make a Harry Potter porn movie,” she suggested, now sitting down fully on my cock.
“There is one,” I said, having watched it many times, not to mention a bunch of role play scenes on pornhub which were better than the movie.
“No way,” she moaned.
“Yeah, ‘Harry Twatter’,” I informed her.
“No way,” she moaned, as she began riding me, her ass so fucking tight… which was slightly surprising since I knew she’d been regularly ass fucked by my father, including recently.
“Yeah, in search of bush,” I added.
“Fuck off,” she laughed.
“Oh yeah, it takes place at the Whore’s Wart’s School for Witches & Wizards,” I added.
“Now I know you’re shitting me,” she objected, slowly riding my cock.
“I’m serious,” I continued.
“So what is the plot?” Mom asked, really taking her time as she got accustomed to my big, fat cock in her ass. It seemed perhaps the strange conversation was distracting her from the discomfort I may have been causing her. I couldn’t tell though, since she was facing away from me.
“All the girls have hairless cunts and Ron forces Harry to cast a spell, making all the girls’ pubic hair grow quickly,” I said, easily the dumbest plot ever.
“How hair raising,” Mom moaned, the worst pun ever.
“Truthfully, there are hotter scenes made by cosplay amateurs,” I admitted.
“Imagine if we made one,” she added.
“I think we are,” I said, “Harry Potty and the Disappearing Wand.”
“Harry Pothole and the Deep Dive,” Mom moaned, beginning to ride me faster.
“Harry Porno and the Secret Passage,” I groaned.
“Harry Pounder and the Coming of Age,” Mom continued.
“Harry Porks-her and the Snake of Sin,” I countered.
“Harry Potter fucks the shit out of Hermione’s tight asshole,” Mom said, the wordplay game over as we focused instead on the task at cock.
Mom got off me, knelt on the couch, resting her body forward and begged, using a British accent, “Come, good swain and plunder my arse.”
“Are we switching to Pirates of the Caribbean? Aargh my wench?” I asked, as I moved behind her.
“I can’t role play anymore,” she said. “I just need to have your big, fat cock buried in my shit hole.”
“Such magical words,” I said, as I slid my cock into her gaping asshole.
“Yes, fuck Mommy’s ass,” she moaned, as I filled her.
I began fucking her and she begged, “Harder son, ream my asshole, drill my shit hole, pound my butt.”
And for fifteen minutes give or take, I did just that.
I slammed into her ass hard.
She began bouncing back to meet my forward thrusts as she became a bimbo ass slut, completely obsessed with the pleasure of my big, fat cock.
She talked nasty throughout the ass reaming, begging for it harder, using every possible term for her ass and constantly calling me Master, son, ass fucker, mother fucker and many others.
She also came as she frantically rubbed herself throughout the marathon ass fucking.
Then she begged, “Come in my ass, son. Fill your Mommy-slut with a massive load of cum up her asshole.”
“Oh fuck,” I grunted, spewing my load in her ass and checking off another gem on the cum bucket list.
“Oh yes, I love the feel of your coming in my ass, son,” she moaned, coming a second time from the deep ass fucking.
Exhausted from the intense physical workout … I definitely needed to get in better shape… I pulled out and watched cum leak out of her gaping ass.
I collapsed on the couch as she kept coming.