Chapter 5

I rose up from the couch like a zombie from its grave, grabbing Mother’s gift along the way. My erection was so hard I was surprised it didn’t hurt. It led me into the hall, down all the way to the end. I knocked.

“Craig?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Come in.”

The first thing she said when I closed the door behind me was, “There’ll be no talking. Do you understand?”

I stood passionless in expression, burning with lust on the inside. Mother was sitting on the end of her and Dad’s bed. She was naked, and my dick jerked with need. Sitting exaggerated her soft curve, breasts nearly touching her sweet little bulge of belly fat. Her belly resting on the very top of her thighs, made thick by resting across the comforter, half concealed the dark, hairy mound of her sex. I swallowed a large glob of saliva, placed the jar gently on her dresser, and began removing my clothes.

Her hands dithered, sometimes smoothing the bedspread, sometimes drumming her fingers on her soft flesh. Twin, pink flushes filled her cheeks as she tried not to look like she was eager for the sight of her son’s giant pecker.

That sight was eager to see her. My boner heaved out of my boxers as I slid them down my legs. It flounced forward, trying to drag me to the lusting woman who had given me life. I stumbled towards her, feet not quite free of my pants. Thank the gods I wasn’t wearing shoes!

Mom turned her head away, perhaps to hide a smirk, but her face returned with the same seriousness it had greeted me with. Yet at my approach, she scooted back on the bed and turned over to stand on her hands and knees, presenting only her rear.

Mother’s thick pubic thatch nearly hid the glistening line of her outer labia, but the tight pucker of her anus drew more of my attention. I realized my mistake then and doubled back to grab the plastic jar of lubrication.

“Mom, you can’t just say nothing. This jar tells me most of what you want, and I’m smart enough to realize you don’t want to say why or even acknowledge what I’m about to do. But you need to help me with how!”

I opened the jar and ripped off the joke of a ‘protective seal.’ As if some right-winger was going to poison a jar of petroleum jelly- Er, except those who morally objected to anal sex. I folded the slick side of the seal together and tossed it respectfully into a small bin beside Mom’s dresser.

Finally my mother spoke. Her word were gentle but halting. “I-I just assumed you - you knew what to do.”

“Maybe if I was gay. My two girlfriends might have had enough chutzpah for pussy sex with a normal size...” My voice trailed off, and I dipped two fingers into the slimy goo and dug out maybe a tablespoon’s worth. I was pretty lucky to have had two decent girlfriends during high school. A lot of guys had none.

“You mean, you’re a virgin?”

“Technically no.” I climbed onto the bed, with my knees, and waddled up behind my mother’s broad ass. It twitched in anticipation.

Mom’s voice intensified. “Stop right there. If in any way your sister was involved, I don’t want to hear-”

“No, Mom.” My last girlfriend had let me put it in her and fuck her slowly, but it was too big. It hadn’t hurt her, but the pressure in her vagina was too uncomfortable. She was a petite young woman. I respected her reaction and thanked her for trying. As a consolation prize, she brought me off with her hands and mouth, but it wasn’t most people would call a blowjob. I’m not sure why we broke up. A few weeks later we kept getting angry with each other.

Thinking about it left a little anger in me. “How do I apply this stuff?” My grease globbed fingers hovered near Mom’s dark and rather large pucker. It looked larger than mine, and I poop logs thicker than my erected dick! “I heard you have to use a lot.”

“More than a lot, Craig.” My mother warned. “Use at least a quarter of that jar.”

“That didn’t answer my question.” I was feeling testy. My teen rebellion superpower wasn’t happy that I had to let my mother take charge of the situation. She acted the complete opposite of Nell’s anxious submission that morning.

“For fuck’s sake!” She swore but abruptly giggled. “Literally. Sorry, Honey. I’ll guide you.”

Mom spoke efficiently, saying only what was required for my to prepare her for a thing I still couldn’t believe was happening. I should have considered my father’s right to her fidelity. Although I was confident, she had rare lovers outside of their marriage with his permission if not explicit. She no doubt allowed him similar recourse, but I did doubt Dad would have done it. I was his son whom he trusted and loved. I loved him, but the tiny devil hovering over my right shoulder, pounded my tiny angel into a bloody pulp.

At her direction, I used the first glob of smelly lube to coat my dick. I had to dip twice to ensure it was sufficiently greased. Then I pressed a smaller glob upon the crinkle of my mother’s anus. I rubbed that pert eye for nearly a minute, adding extra lube every few seconds. She told me at one point to push more firmly, with a fresh swipe of lube.

Mom gasped when my middle finger slipped into her butthole. Her body shuddered. My limited experience with female orgasms told me that I had made my mother shake from a little quake in her loins. I looked, expecting to see her masturbating, but her hands remained on the bedspread. “Don’t dally, Craig. Push more in until you can slide three fingers in and out.” She was breathing fast and shallow.

I speed up pressing Vaseline into my mother’s ass. I had probably used a third of the jar when she moaned. “I can’t wait any longer, I need to feel it!”

You and I know she meant my dick, but I was never more proud of the major salami jutting from my crotch than at that moment. I didn’t bother with words. I quickly grabbed and aimed my dick, hunching forward until the grease coated tip met her shining sphincter.

“Just a second.” She did something. I only noticed the back of her thighs clench. “Push slowly but firmly, Craig. I’m going to resist, but you keep pushing.”

For a high school senior, I don’t consider myself very strong, but I put my best effort into forcing my dick against my mother’s shitter. Something about forcing her, inspired me to try as hard as I could.

The head mashed uncomfortably against her shield on maximum. The muscles working against me peeked out of her thigh’s soft layer of fat. For a couple seconds, I saw my mom’s thighs of steel. Suddenly, their sharp definition darted back into hiding. Mom’s asshole relaxed completely, and my cock sank into her rear as if sucked in! Her body jolted forward from the energy imparted to her butt.

“AAAA!!” Mom’s groan sounded like exquisite pain.

For all our advantages: copious lubrication, mom’s large anus, and my best effort to defile it, only the first third of my dick disappeared up my mother’s slick colon. The next third slowed considerably while entering, as if her insides had to adjust for its thickness and length. She’d stopped resisting, but her colon had never experienced such a cram packing.

“UUNNNGGHHH!!” She growled. I grunted half as passionately, continuing to force myself into a hiney that was tighter than its entrance suggested.

“The lube didn’t go deep enough, Craig. You need to work more in with your cock!”

“I’m almost there, Mom!” I argued, only two inches remained to stuff into her.

“No, Honey. It hurts!” She claimed.

“A little hurt will make it better.” I was past following her instructions. If she had sounded more hurt, I would have relented. I didn’t doubt that my prick was considerably uncomfortable, pressing so far up her ass, but until she acted as if she was actually harmed, I refused to give up. I wanted this too badly, perhaps as badly as she still wanted it.

“Craig, please, don’t do this all at once.” She tried to crawl forward, to ease the pressure forcing such a fat diameter into the least experienced depths of her poop chute.

“Just a little more, Mom.” I had sank another half inch into the breach. “You’re doing great!” I coaxed.

“Nnnggghhhh!!” She whined, but she did not tell me to stop.

“Rrrrhhh!!” I growled, hunching bit by bit further. I had to grab her hips to prevent her from escaping.

“Ow.” Her butt flinched. I started to feel guilty, but there was only an inch remaining to drill!

“Ooohhh!” The exclamation wasn’t a happy one.

I tried slowing down, but then I wasn’t making any progress, and she was starting to be in genuine distress. “I’m sorry, Mom!” I blurted and bucked as hard as I could, pulling her ass to me at the same time. Gods, she was tight!

“YEOWWW!!” She shrieked. If we hadn’t been alone, I probably would have found myself arrested, the cops having been called by my sister or father, the latter having heard her from miles away in his noisy workplace.

The last, greased inch of my prick slammed up her ass! I gripped Mom’s hips while she groaned and convulsed. “DAMN you!” She howled at me, half as loud as her shriek.

“It’s done, Mom. I’ll be still and give you a rest.”

“That was really stupid, Craig. What if you tore my insides?” She winced from speaking.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to be talking. Except to help me get inside of you.”

Mother growled, her ass too uncomfortable to use her diaphragm to talk. She turned her head to the bed’s headboard and took quick shallow breaths as if fighting the pain of childbirth.

I needed time to recover too. She hadn’t been the only one in distress. Her deep tissues had wiped away the copious lube from the head of my dick. The last shove grated the sensitive underside. I nearly howled with her.

We remained cock-ass tied like two gay dogs until she her breathing slowed. I had caught my breath. “I’m going to use more lube.” I began pulling out. That wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as forcing myself in. She took deeper breaths, and I was suddenly trying not to explode cum up my mother’s dirt road! As the discomfort and pain subsided, I found myself in the most erotic, nasty situation ever. My sister would have had to have been six years old for this morning’s mouth attack to be half as nasty as drilling eight and three quarters inches up my mother’s ass.

“Gods, Mom, this feels incredible!”

“Shut up!” She barked. I looked past her left should and saw her face scrunched up. Not in pain, I think she was concentrating on the sensation of a truly big prick withdrawing from her ass. My probe felt a shudder deep in her loins. Another little quake had lurched along her pussy’s fault lines. I couldn’t believe orgasms could be triggered so simply.

When just the tip of my cock remained in her butt, I scooped up more jelly and stroked it over my cock. Motes of poo dotted my prick. My stomach got queasy, but nothing would prevent me from pushing more lube between the pliable prick head and her anus. I stuffed at least another tablespoon of goo at the front of my intruding prong, without pulling out entirely.

Then I grabbed Mom’s hips again and gradually re-sank my full prick up her rear end. She filled that span of time with full hearted groans and moans. I added a few myself to the music in the room, as I pressed deeper and deeper along her much slicker anal passage. Before I bottomed out for a second time, Mom’s body jerked from yet another, slightly better orgasm. I was so jealous. I had to do math problem in my head to prevent flooding her anus with cum!

Sticking to a slow pace, I began fucking my mother’s incredibly tight and hot ass.

“Awwhh, yes, fuck it, Craig. Fuck my ass.” Mom blabbered as if she’d lost control of her brain’s speech center.

I was struck speechless, except for astonished honks, as I gently rode nearly eight inches of fat cock to the brink of pulling out of my mother’s butthole with each backstroke. My brain asked, Why, WHY? What had happened to make this powerful woman offer her ass to the nasty, greedy son she had born into the world? My brain asked but had no functional cells which could deduce a reason.

Meanwhile, Mom’s little orgasms occurred more frequently, and they were getting stronger. My rutting prick made a terrific, flesh buried seismometer. “Oh sheesh, Mom, what am I doing to you?” It seemed impossible for a person to shudder with delight so often!

“Don’t stop, Honey! It’s incredible!” She goaded me. Her hands clenched and clawed at the bedspread.

I didn’t need goading! I needed to take a break to prevent my willpower from shattering from the rising tide of my arousal. Gritting my teeth I stared at the pillow my father used each night beside my mother, possibly after each time he had made love to her. Not shame, but guilt culled the erotic forces conspiring to climax in the next few seconds. I held on to reason. I clenched Mom’s hips and increased speed. My hug dick looked like it was being swallowed and vomited by a fat faced lamprey. Its tight, greased throat sucked and disgorged most of my prick, in and out, again and again.

At some point, I would have to face my father and future tussles with his wife. I had entered Mother’s room considering the shame that he might endure but I allowed my lust to think instead of my heart. That wicked part of me was finally seeing fruit on the tree of my scheme to take complete advantage of my mother’s and sister’s fetish. What eighteen year old could resist when the star of my loins and the foibles of their desires were so seductively aligned? It may not have been fate, but I was too inexperienced to do them and my father any better.

“Ohhhhh, Fuck, it’s filling me like a watermelon!” Every sixth of Mother’s grunts and moans were accented by another tiny orgasm. I had begun counting, to stay my own climax. Our humping and recoiling bodies shook the bed wildly! Her tits wagged loosely, nipples nearly scraping the bed cover. I wanted to grab them and squeeze them and suck their sensitive knobs so dark and rubbery. But my cock demanded more from me.

I became a timepiece, fucking in and out of my mother’s dirt hole to tick every second away. Ten, nine, eight,...

“Harder, Honey. I can take it- ULP! ... I think.”

Her breathy words and grinding hips wound up my piece until it broke into double time! My crotch pounded her ass! The lube between us thinned from our friction. Pain along my plunging staff grew hotter. “I’m FUCKING YOU, MOM!” I roared!