“She seems really nice, Brandon. I’m glad you’re able to have her over and see her, you know — in person. You do need to keep your bedroom door open, though.”
“Mom! Seriously? We’re just friends.”
“All the more reason it should be no big deal to keep your door open, right?”
“Sheesh.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “After all the stuff we do together, you’re worried I might fool around a little in my room? Also, I’m 18.”
“And you’re living under my roof and dependent on me. Just respect my wishes, okay?”
She watched Brandon go back to his room, sensing his frustration and wondering if it was just stemming from him feeling she didn’t trust him, or if he really had plans to mess around with Kelsey. She headed to the living room to watch TV, just down the hall from his bedroom. As was normal, the session went late, although this time Ann didn’t go to bed as she forced herself to stay up and monitor this new situation. When Kelsey finally left and she and Brandon went to bed, he snuggled up behind her, spooning her with his arm around her waist and she felt his erection grinding against her ass.
“Oh, Bran. Sweetie, I have to work and you have school and it’s past midnight. Any other night I would love too. Let’s try for the morning.” She sensed his disappointment, even with her back turned as she could hardly keep her eyes open. She fell asleep, making a commitment to herself to take care of him in the morning.
Ann woke up before her alarm went off and she rolled to her nightstand, grabbing her phone to shut it off. When she rolled back, she took a moment to watch her son, who was starting to wake at her movements. His hair was tousled, his face looking especially young in the morning light. She noticed his morning wood tenting the sheet on the bed and reached her hand out under the covers to take his hard length in a gentle grip. At her touch, he opened his eyes and smiled at her, making her heart warm.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t forget about this morning, mom.”
“How does my big strong young man want to be taken care of? Would you like a blowjob? Do you want my hot wet coochie?” Ann didn’t enjoy crude cussing, but she was okay with some slang for body parts. Cock was okay, pussy sometimes, but only when Brandon said it. Snatch or cunt, never.
“I want your pussy, mom.” He raised himself on one elbow and pulled the sheet back to expose Ann’s soft curves. He admired, as always, the swell of her hip, hinting at her large ass, her enormous drooping tits, her soft little belly. That dark triangle of pubic hair that held the most arousing aromas.
“And what position does my big strong man want to take me?”
“Can you lay on your stomach?”
Ann lay down on the mattress on her stomach, grabbing a pillow to put under her hips, elevating her ass some. Brandon pulled down the sheet, exposing her ass cheeks and thick thighs, spread apart just a little so her could straddle them. He admired the view, caressing her buttocks as his cock throbbed. He moved her ass cheeks apart, exposing that little brown starfish that he couldn’t seem to leave alone or stop thinking about. He leaned down, running his tongue down her ass crack, over her anus to her taint. He smelled the musky odor of her asshole, earthy but not unpleasant, the scent of her arousal faint at this point. He ran his finger up her hairy cleft between her large labia, feeling the moisture deep in her, not yet entirely wet.
He positioned himself straddling her thighs, dropping a glob of spit into his palm and rubbing it around his glans before starting to probe her entrance, seeking enough lubrication to get inside of her. He felt her wetness on his cock tip and moved it in and out, a little deeper each time until he was finally able to slide home. The feel of her pussy warmly embracing his shaft was heaven, but he was equally enchanted with how his hip bones sunk into the warm globes of her buttocks, so soft and pillowy. This position was softer and gentler than doggy style, or ‘all fours’ as Ann insisted it be called. He could sit back on his knees, cupping her buttocks with his hands as he admired the view, sinking into the warm fluffy softness of her pussy and ass cheeks. He could see the sides of her breasts, squished outside of her torso against the mattress. He moved in and out of her in long languid strokes, playing with her ass, exposing her sphincter, fantasizing about being in it.
Ann sighed when her son finally was able to bury his cock inside of her. She could achieve orgasm in this position, but it wasn’t her favorite. It lacked the intimacy of face to face and the primal lust she felt on all fours, presenting herself, fully exposed. It was nice for a morning session of being filled with cock and cum and she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of him sliding in and out of her, his hips and pubes pressing into her ass cheeks. She arched up a little with each forward stroke, meeting his thrusts. She felt him speed up a little, but still using long controlled strokes, his voice interrupting her soft moans.
“I’m getting close, mom. I want to cum on your ass.”
Ann felt a small surprise at his words, but appreciated him talking dirty without offending her with filthy words.
“Yes, I want to feel you shoot all over my ass, Bran. Cover it with your hot cum, baby.”
She felt Bran pull out and expected to feel his thick ropes of semen hit her ass cheeks and lower back. She was a little surprised when she instead felt him spreading her butt cheeks apart and warm fluid shooting onto her butthole and into her ass crack, spurt after hot spurt. ‘What a naughty boy’, she thought, but didn’t mind him getting off this way. She felt him finish and then rub his mostly hard dick up and down over her sensitive sphincter, rubbing his jizz into it and up and down her ass crack. She looked over her shoulder at him behind her, his eyes half lidded as he stared down at his hand guiding his cock between her cheeks.
“That was different, sweetie. Did you like it?”
“Yeah, I love your ass, mom.”
“Thank you, Bran. Come up here and give me a kiss then get ready for school.”