I’m a cynic and a pessimist by nature. The glass is always somewhat empty when I look at it, no matter how full it may be. Because of that, I never had a problem agreeing with the old saying that you can have ‘too much of a good thing’.
It just makes sense: even your favorite food or your favorite song or your favorite movie can become boring and meaningless and tasteless, given enough time and enough repetition. After all, rarity and scarcity are what makes things special, right? It always seemed logical to me.
Well, as it turns out, I was wrong!
Ever since Deb’s anal awakening, marked by the glorious event of her gifting me her virgin asshole and allowing my fat dick to stretch her lovely pink sphincter for the first time so that she could give her twin sister a weird lesson in naughtiness, I’ve been having so much buttsex with my amazing curvy girlfriend that you’d think I must have had enough by now. It must been too much, regardless of how good it is, right? Nope, wrong! That’s not the case at all, luckily enough.
No matter how many times I sheathe my aching boner deep inside Deb’s warm chute and plow her buttery rectum to my heart’s content, no matter how many hot loads of cum I pump into her narrow anal tunnel, no matter how many times I wake up to Deb sucking sloppily on my morning wood so that she can impale her heart-shaped bubble-butt on my pole and ride my cowgirl style and, smiling sweetly to me, sodomize herself to a gushing climax before work, no matter how many times she gets on all fours on the couch or on the floor or on a kitchen chair and presents her juicy naked booty for me to plunder at the most random of times, I just can’t get enough of Deb’s epic, luscious masterpiece of an ass. The more I fuck her fabulous bubble-butt, the more I want to fuck it, and it always feels glorious and special.
And the best part is that Deb herself can’t seem to get enough of my dick sliding in an out of her gripping little hineyhole either!
Even more than the fact that I can sate my desire for Deb’s majestic rump any time I want, what makes me thank my lucky star every single day is Deb’s genuine, constant and indeed ever increasing anal libido. Simply put, my girlfriend loves anal, craves anal and asks me to fuck her anally every single day, more than once a day, in fact! It’s so hot when Deb actually demands that I assfuck her, as if she couldn’t handle being deprived of my dick plunging balls-deep into her anus for one more second! As a result, we have been having anal sex pretty much at any chance we get, and it’s amazing.
I’m not joking when I say that, since I took Deb’s anal virginity and thus unexpectedly unleashed her inner buttslut, I’ve started seriously rethinking my atheistic worldview. Seriously: I’m so grateful about how things are going in my life, that I’m really considering giving the whole God thing another try! It just seems fair, given my current situation.
In truth, introducing anal into our already satisfying sex life did wonders for us, not only in the bedroom but in every other aspect of our relationship. Don’t get me wrong, things were going good already, but now we are at a new high mark, one that I didn’t even suspect could be reached, and it’s only getting better as the days go by. I always knew that Deb was special, that she was a keeper, but now things have reached a point were making things official and proposing to her seems just right. I mean, let’s face it: if my sweet Debs isn’t wife material, who the hell is?!
So yeah, I bought an engagement ring and soon enough I’m going to get on my knee and ask Deb to marry me. And that moment may come sooner rather than later.
“Very soon indeed…” I mumbled to myself, smiling as I glanced at Deb.
Unassumingly beautiful as always, cute and genuine and voluptuously curvy, my beloved girlfriend was cuddled up on the passenger seat in a kind of fetal position, sleeping peacefully. The hood of her sweatshirt was pulled down to shield her eyes from the early morning light, her jeans-clad legs were huddled to her busty chest, her head was resting against the window and she was very much asleep, not just dozing. Good for her, I thought, as I focused my gaze on the road again.
At that point, I had been driving for two and a half hours or so, and we still had at least three more hours to go before we got to Deb’s family cabin, up in the mountains. I had never been there yet, because for some reason or another every time we tried to organize a trip something came up and we ended up postponing over and over again, but Deb had mentioned the cabin a lot since we got together.
Apparently, it was a kind of happy place for her. It was up in the woods, by a lake, just outside the tiny mountain town where her dad was born and raised. Even when he left his hometown, the cabin still used to be the place that he retreated to when he really wanted to focus on his paintings without distractions, and in fact most of his best pieces were created there. When he became famous and started getting paid serious money for his art, Deb’s dad moved permanently to the city, where he met and then married her mom, but he always came back to the cabin. From what I gathered from her mom’s tales, Deb and her twin Dana were actually conceived there, which added a sort of mythical tone to the bond that Deb gradually developed with the lake and the cabin and the woods during her childhood, when the family spent the holidays there. Even after her father’s untimely death, Deb’s relationship with that place didn’t change, her memories of the good times she had there remaining always bright and warm within her. She did get a bit teary-eyed when she told me about the day she and Dana and their mom scattered his ashes in the lake, like he wanted to, but even that memory wasn’t exactly sad for Deb, just very emotional and intense, understandably so.
All these intense sentimental ties were more than enough to make me very curious and excited about finally seeing the famous lake cabin to begin with, plus of course there was the fact that I wanted to propose to Deb in that specific setting, and that made me a little tense too. But it made sense to choose that place to propose, I thought, even more so on this particular weekend, because Deb’s mom would be there too. That worked perfectly with my plan, which was to sneakily take Deb’s mom aside to ask for her blessing to marry her beautiful daughter, and then proceed with proposing to Debs at a special time, maybe at sunset by the lake, or something like that. Now that would make for a pretty memorable marriage proposal, the kind that just can’t be refused!
As I drove on, occasionally glancing to the side at my cute Deb’s sleeping form, I did start worrying a little about her mom potentially having doubts about the whole marriage thing. It was kinda sudden for me to propose just like that, I guess, but it wasn’t all that crazy. After all, we had been together for three years and living together for almost a year. Sure, I was five years older than Deb and I wasn’t exactly earning tons of money being a freelance writer, but things were looking good and I had proved time and again that I was reliable, mature and that I did love Deb. Plus, I always had the feeling that Deb’s mom actually liked me. She certainly never seemed to be too concerned about the fact that I was a writer: after all, her own husband had been an artist (and a struggling one too, for most of his life), so she did understand my situation and she could see why her daughter might prefer being with me rather than with somebody richer and more boring. At least that’s what I hoped she’d think…
However, even with all that stuff taken into due consideration, deep down I knew that I had nothing to really worry about. My instincts told me that Amanda, Deb’s mom, would be thrilled to hear that I wanted to marry her daughter.
In truth, while I drove on in silence and let myself sink deeper and deeper into the stream of consciousness of my perennially bubbling thoughts, I couldn’t help but admit that my underlying nervousness concerning Deb’s mom in general may stem from a different root, one that had nothing to do with me asking for her blessing. Honestly, ever since Deb had first introduced me to her mom a while back, I had been low-key kind of attracted to Amanda, which always made me feel guilty and uncomfortable around her, because, well, come on, she’s my girlfriend’s mom, for crying out loud! On the other hand, Amanda is an insanely hot MILF, and that’s a fact.
When I first saw Amanda, it instantly made perfect sense to me that she was Deb’s mom: the physical resemblance was uncanny, in the sense that Deb looks exactly like a younger version of her mother, except for the fact that now, in her late middle age, Amanda is even curvier and more voluptuous than my sweet Debs. I won’t lie: every time I see Amanda, it’s very hard for me not to stare at her epic mommy-rump, which is just as round, plump and heart-shaped as Deb’s fabulous bubble-butt, just a little bigger and bouncier. Also, her tits are absolutely crazy: based on a rough estimate (judging by the fact that Deb’s boobs are a pair of wonderful, pillowy double D’s bordering on E’s), I’d say that Amanda must be rocking F if not G cups, at least. Yep, those are some serious mommy-melons, and it’s so hard for me not to drool at the sight of them!