Moms, Give Up The Butt

"There's nothing to fucking do," Ethan shouted at the room, which included his mother, Diane. "This place is making me crazy." He was pacing, his long curly brown hair swinging around his ears every time he rounded an imaginary corner.

Diane gave her son a pained look. She understood where he was coming from. They'd talked about it before moving out here, the literal middle of nowhere, but reality tends to hit harder than you expect.

Ethan took a deep breath and unballed his fists. "Sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to shout at you. It's just--" he trailed off.

"I know, honey," Diane interrupted, crossing her arms over her tender bosoms. The normally pale valley of her cleavage was flushed in sympathy with her son's emotional display. She reached up to brush a lock of her own curly brown hair away from her eyes.

Diane felt for her son; she really did. He was tall and handsome; a man finally coming into his own. He was warm, smart, and funny. While some other boys had struggled with girls, Ethan had done quite well.

Then his mother had ruined everything by taking a job up North as a wildlife biologist.

While she went out daily, tending to trail cameras and taking notes on the movements of wild wolf packs, Ethan was stuck at home with nothing to do and no one to fuck. Like any teenager of his age, he was mostly made out of hormones and bottled-up spunk.

It was starting to become a problem.

"There are no girls in this goddamn town," Ethan continued. "It isn't even really a town. It's just trees, hicks, and wild animals."

"I know, honey. That's why we're out here, so I can work."

"So you can drive around on a snowmobile following wolf tracks while I lose my fucking mind out here, Mom!" Ethan spat. He slowed himself down again. Diane admired his ability to keep his temper in check; his father hadn't been so able. "Sorry, I know I shouldn't blame you."

Diane moved over to where her son was standing and put an arm around his shoulder. His hair tickled his neck, and she was struck once again at how much it was just like hers. "It's just for one more season," she said, feeling the way her wide hips swathed his much narrower waist in a kind of motherly embrace. "That is..." she trailed off.

"That is, what?" Ethan asked, wariness plainly rising in his voice. He shifted against his mother's wide hips, trying not to brush his hand against her large, round bottom. He didn't succeed, a jolt of warmth from her bottom gracing his fingers for a moment.

"Well, Toby is starting to talk about retiring, and I'd be the natural choice for his replacement."

"What?" Ethan exclaimed, pulling away from his mother. "Does that mean we'd be stuck here forever?"

"Not exactly, honey," Diane said in the most soothing voice she could muster. "But it would be... well, at least a couple more years."

"Years? Mom, you can't be serious! I'll have to leave you behind and move out on my own. Where the hell am I gonna go? Just pick up and move to the city? I sure as hell can't get any work experience out here, and I can't afford a place on my own without a decent job!"

"I know. We'll talk about it later, okay? I need to get ready."

"Sure, fine. Whatever." Ethan sighed, slumping off to his room.

Diane opened the man door to the shed and was greeted by a blast of dry, cold air. "It's been a long fucking winter," she muttered to herself, unlatching the front gate and climbing on to the hard, uncomfortable seat of the snowmobile.

Fumbling with her gloves, she tapped open the field data app on her work phone and started a new record. "D. Lane, March 22nd, zone B, run... eleven." Has it really been eleven runs already? she thought to herself. Spring can't come soon enough.

The work of a wildlife biologist involved covering a lot of ground. It gave Diane far too much time to think, and her mind lingered on the conversation she'd just had in her kitchen. Instead of wolf migration patterns and the finer points of tracking, all she could think about was the predicament her son was in.

Ethan could jerk off until his proverbial cows came home, but there was no substitute for the real thing. Diane's son was no virgin; he had just broken up with his second steady girlfriend before they moved out here, and the lack of prospects had to be incredibly frustrating for him.

God, if there were only a few girls his age out here for him, he'd clean up.

The isolation could have meant a total lack of competition for Ethan. But somehow, there isn't a single woman out here under the age of... Diane thought for a moment. Oh shit, am I the youngest woman in this Godforsaken wilderness?

It was a sobering thought. Normally, she might have dwelled on it, but the thing that usually started happening when she got this far from the house started happening again: her pussy began to buzz.

Snowmobiles are loud, and their engines pump out a tremendous amount of vibration. Cutting through the cold and stabbing directly into her clitoris, the shaking of the engine began to melt the depths of Diane's long-neglected pussy.

She gripped the wide, firm seat with her hips and bore down into it, sending shocks of pleasure rattling up her bouncing spine. Diane gunned the engine, taking advantage of the straight, flat white expanse to really get her clit motoring.

Oh my God, Ethan's out here going crazy, and I have a fucking snowmobile for a boyfriend. "Mmmmph," Diane moaned, the sound completely drowned out by the engine. "Mmmm, fuck!" Her eyes were dry from the frigid air, but her loins were a ragged lava flow.

Just a little bit more, God, just a bit more gas, and I'm gonna fucking--"Ahhh!"

Shaking from an unexpectedly intense orgasm, Diane finally eased off the throttle lest she tip over and bail. Coasting to a stop, she leaned over the handlebars and shuddered in time with the engine.

Looking up, she saw that she was close enough to the starting point of the trail. Her cheeks flushed both from the cold and from cumming, she pulled out the phone and began dictating without missing a beat. "D. Lane, March 22nd, starting zone B camera check."

It's been a long fucking winter.

The door to the house felt like opening an oven. The heat was welcoming, and the kitchen was silent. Diane couldn't hear the television, so it was a safe bet that Ethan was in his room. Probably watching porn and jerking off; the only action either of us is going to get for the foreseeable future.

Still, the idea did have some appeal. A day on a snowmobile did more than just make Diane's clothes smell like engine fumes, but the scattered orgasms she could manage were often shallow and weak. Today it had been better than most, but it was still nothing compared to what her fingers could do.

Or a nice, thick cock. "Mmmm," Diane hummed to herself as she sat down at her desk and flipped open her laptop.

There is not and never will be a shortage of porn on the Internet. Scrolling and scanning, Diane found something alluring enough to start getting her wet: a chubby woman not much younger than her taking two cocks at the same time in double penetration.

"What's Mommy gotta do to get some of that?" Diane whispered, reaching down to her clit as she watched intently. She paid special attention to the way the woman's asshole suckled and gripped the slick shaft, pumping in and out of it, so much tighter than the pussy below.

It had been a long time since someone had fucked Diane's ass like that.

Clit throbbing and pulsing under the steady pressure of her fingers, Diane skipped ahead to the inevitable part where the woman got down on her knees, begging for her lovers to spray their cum all over her face.

One after the other, the two men stroked themselves to completion and granted her wish. The first man's orgasm was a thick, dribbling one, followed by the other man outdoing him with a series of messy blasts that coated the girl's face completely. Diane felt so full of envy she could burst.

"Ooohh, fuck you, you slut," she moaned. "You lucky, slutty little bitch. Oh God, I wish I were you right about now."

Halfway there, she scanned the thumbnails of the related videos and clicked on a hunky young man who looked not too unlike her own son Ethan. Diane didn't notice the 'step mom' in the title until it had already started, but she was too horny and close to cumming to care about the implications for her personally.

One hand on the laptop and the other at her needy pussy, Diane scanned ahead in the video until she found a juicy moment. The "step son" had his cock buried to the hilt in his fake mother's ass. Fuck, I'm really in the mood for some anal. Her asshole throbbed sympathetically.

In a pre-orgasmic miasma of aimless lust, the thought crossed Diane's mind to get out her favourite dildo and engage in some anal self-pleasure. The idea of slowly lowering herself down on that dildo, the one she only used for her ass, and feeling her tight ring stretch around it tantalized her irresistibly.

The simple idea of anal pleasure was powerful enough to set that spark of orgasm in her pussy, and she stoked it into a burning ember of slippery wet fire. "Mmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmmm, fuck!" she whined, her pleas tightening into a cough as she came dripping over her work chair.

"God, I needed that," she sighed, sinking back and pulling her hand away from her pussy. Five minutes later, she was fully clothed and browsing the Internet like nothing untoward had happened.

Like earlier in the day. Diane's thoughts turned to her son. Unlike the well-endowed young man in the video that just helped her cum, Ethan wasn't getting laid anytime soon. Unable to think of any solution that didn't involve permanently scuttling her hopes of a career in biology, she turned to the wisdom of the Internet in pure desperation.

"How can I help my lonely son deal with not getting any?"

The result wasn't anything useful; it was just a request for what specifically her son was not currently getting.

"How can I help my lonely son deal with not having sex?"

This time, the results were a series of articles titled "How To Boost Your Son's Confidence" and "Teaching Your Son That Being Ugly Isn't Necessarily The End Of The World."

Diane let out a deep, frustrated breath. "That's not the damn problem," she muttered. "His problem isn't that he's unfuckable; his problem is that there's nothing for him to fuck!"

After clarifying her search a little more and including some creatively profane terms, one article in particular jumped out at her.

"Moms, Give Up The Butt" was the title, in big and bold. The author was Leslie Cox, M. M. D.

"M. M. D.?" Diane asked herself. "What's the extra M stand for? Mommy?" she said, laughing. It was a mommy blog, after all. Then she read some more. "Okay, this has to be satire."

The content and tone of the article were more than a little bewildering:

"Mommies, is your precious boy not getting the sex he needs from the girls his age, but you're not too scared of a little 'incest' to take care of him yourself? You needn't worry. On the contrary, every mother has a secret weapon to keep her special man sexually happy and healthy: her tight little asshole.

Church-going folks call it the ol' poophole loophole, and Sunday school teenagers have been using it to get around per-marital sex taboos for generations. So if God doesn't think being fucked in the ass is even fucking at all, then what's holding you back? After all, it's not 'incest' if it's not 'sex'!"

Her eyes widened after reaching the next paragraph. "This bitch can't be serious."

"If you're too much of a prude to treat your hunky bundle of joy to a round-trip fuck in the pussy that made him, then why not try offering him your ass instead? Just make sure to set some ground rules first. Things like 'only in my butt, honey' and 'cum in Mommy's ass, not on Mommy's face.' As long as he knows where his cock can go, you'll be just fine.

So if you're having trouble giving your precious little hunk what he needs, just remember: Moms, give up the butt!"

"Very funny," Diane sighed, closing her laptop. "Just fucking hilarious."

Despite her insane babble about precious hunky sons and poophole loopholes, however, the article had driven one point home to Diane: her tight little asshole was feeling more than a little neglected. It demanded penetration.

"Oh, what the hell. I deserve it," she said to herself before carefully and quietly making her way into the upstairs bathroom she shared with Ethan.

Under the sink, in a nondescript bag that Diane hoped her son would never look in, were three things: a douche bulb, a bottle of lube, and a seven-inch dildo made of firm silicone.

She didn't feel like her ass needed cleansing, but just to be safe, Diane went through the process of douching herself anyway. She filled the bulb with warm water, got down on all fours, and squeezed a healthy dose into her rectum. After shaking her big butt around and quickly releasing the cleansing water into the toilet, she felt ready for some well-deserved anal play.

"Some for you," she whispered, stroking a thick coating of lube onto the dildo suction-mounted to the tile floor. "And some for me," whistling softly as her finger applied cold, wet slickness to the protruding pucker of her needy asshole.

Diane moaned as she lowered herself down on the dildo, feeling her ring stretch around its broad head. "Just what Mommy needs, some nice, quality time with her boyfriend."

A joke was about to cross Diane's mind, something about how she was cheating on the snowmobile, when there was a loud knocking on the door. The urgent immediacy of it startled her and abruptly forced her downwards.

Three more inches of dildo surged into her anus, pinching and burning.

"Fuuuuhhh," Diane gasped, feeling a pulse of pain as her ass muscles struggled to wrap themselves around the invading silicone shaft. She took a deep breath and willed them to relax, letting out a satisfied sigh as the toy more freely penetrated her rectum.

"Mom? Can we talk?" Ethan's voice boomed through the closed door. Diane wondered in a panic whether she'd bothered to lock it, her sphincter gripping the toy again and halting her pleasurable descent.

"Ummmmmm," was all Diane could say. "What is it, honey?"

"Seriously? Mom, how can you ask that?"

Diane's legs couldn't hold her butt still for that long, and she slowly continued to sink down onto the dildo. "Hmmmmm, ummmm, do you need something? Honey?" A sharp pain from her rectum told her she was going too fast again. Taking a few quick breaths helped her ass relax around the toy and sink down deeper.

"What I need is to get out of this nowhere-ass town, Mom!"

"Okay, honey," Diane muddled as she took another inch. The unexpected tension of decadent self-pleasure and being in a serious conversation was driving her wild. I'm losing control, she realized, bearing all the way down and ramming every remaining inch of the dildo into her ass.

Cold tile pressed against her big bottom, her skin sticking where it had been brushed with lube. "Mmmmph," she grunted, and was surprised to discover that her fingers were already working her clit.

"Okay? Can you hear me? Mom, what are you doing in there?"

Diane struggled to compose herself and sound normal, trying to ignore the lightning rod of her clit and the seven inches in her ass. "Ethan, you can't just pound on a bathroom door and demand to know what's going on inside!" Her voice tilted at the end as raising it caused her to pleasurably bounce up and down.

The boy on the other side of the door was silent for a moment. "Okay. Sorry, Mom. I just... really need to talk about this."

"Tell Momm--tell me what's on your mind, honey," Diane answered, hoping that it wouldn't be her turn to speak again soon. She wouldn't be able to keep up the facade for long; a dildo in her ass had never felt so good, and the idea of making herself cum while talking to her son filled her with filthy, forbidden excitement.

"I just worry that by the time we finally get out of here, I'm gonna be 25. Or we'll never get out of here, and I'll have to move away. From you." Ethan waited for a response, but his mother didn't reply. She was a little busy.

He continued. "And, like, I don't wanna do that, Mom. I love you, and I love living with you. I just wish we were someplace where I can..." he trailed off.

Deep in her sex-clouded mind Diane realized it was her turn to speak. "Somewhere you can what, honey?" she asked, her voice pitching up to a veritable squeak. Her thighs burned from bouncing on her sex toy, and the entire length of her anus throbbed from the relentless assault of firm silicone.

"Somewhere I can get laid, Mom! I need to... I need to fuck something! Someone! Anyone!"

"Oh, God," Diane groaned, far more loudly than she intended.

"Don't get mad at me. I'm allowed to say fuck, Mom! I'm a grown man. I need to get out there and... sow my wild oats, or whatever!" Ethan paused again as he waited for a response that wasn't coming.

His mother, however, was.

Oh shit, I'm cumming while talking to Ethan! What's wrong with me? God, it's so intense, though! My asshole feels like it's gonna cut this dildo in two!

"Ffffuck!," Diane squeaked, a flood of juices flowing out of her spasming pussy. The two-sided stimulation forced her into a deep orgasm that had every muscle in her body firing hard. It took a few delirious seconds to realize that her son was still talking to her.

"And this can't be good for you, either, Mom! How long has it been since you've even been on a date?"

Oh God, oh God, feels like five fucking years, oh God I'm cumming so fucking hard, Diane thought to herself, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Ohhh," she raggedly gasped, "oh, honey, it's been forever." Her legs shook, sending ripples over her ample bottom.

"Are you okay in there?"

Diane took a breath and braced herself against the floor. The final shudders of her orgasm flooded out of her. "I'm fine, honey. Mommy's just fine."

"Ooookay, Mommy," Ethan answered. Diane could hear his eyes rolling.

"Honey, Momm--" she blurted before catching herself. "Honey, I hear what you're saying. I know it's... hard, being in this town with me. And you're right: there is no one to fuck out here. I feel that too, you know. There's no one for me either."

Now it was her turn to wait for a response. When none came, she continued.

"And Mom--" she stopped again. "I've been thinking, and maybe there's... you know, a way out of this."

"A way out? As in, us leaving together? What would you do for work?"

"No, honey. Not like that. But--" she paused for emphasis this time. "Butt, maybe there's something I can give you. To help you out, sweetheart."

"Oh, umm, okay. What is it?"

Diane's entire body still vibrated from her unexpectedly intense orgasm, and every inch of her dildo was still buried in her asshole. She was pleasantly surprised to discover that she'd already made the decision.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow, honey. Now, can you give your mother some privacy in the bathroom, please?"

"Oh, uhh, okay, Mom. Sorry." Then he was gone.

Diane could barely sleep that night as her mind went over and over what and who was about to come. Something that ridiculous article hadn't mentioned was what a mother could do to help her son if she didn't exactly look like the girls in the videos.

For example, what if the mother had a big, fat ass? Would Ethan even want to fuck it?

What can I do if my ass doesn't entice him? I could never recover from that. 'Here, Ethan, come fuck my asshole.' 'Oh, uhh, no thanks, Mom. I'd rather die.'

Is this really what we're coming to?

Regardless, something needed to be done and done soon. They were both going crazy out here in the wilderness, and besides, it was all just a simple matter of bodies, hormones, and horniness.

Surely other mothers have been in the position of having to get their sons off. Besides, it's not like this was all my idea. I'm following the advice of an expert, after all.

"An expert who talks and writes like a slutty fucking lunatic," she mumbled before drifting off to sleep. Her dreams were full of round shapes, tight holes, and long, thick rods.

The next morning, Diane awoke with a start, her pussy already dripping like a faucet. She quietly took care of her needs and went downstairs. She was disappointed to find the kitchen empty.

He's probably still asleep. I wonder if he had the same type of dream that I had. It would make this so much easier.

When he finally came downstairs, his thick, curly hair mussed from sleep and his tall frame still clad in black pyjamas, Ethan's mother was waiting for him at the kitchen table. Her heads were neatly folded in her lap, and there was a small bottle of something on one of the chairs.

"Good morning, honey," Diane chirped, trying to muster a normal voice. She ended up sounding just a shade too sensual for this time of the morning. Underneath the table, her pussy smouldered and dripped as her asshole throbbed in anticipation.

"Morning," Ethan mumbled, going about his usual routine. If there was something unusual about his mother this morning, he hadn't noticed.

"Honey, I was hoping we could talk. Remember what we said last night?"

"Hmmm?"

"In the bathroom? I mean, I was in the bathroom. You were pounding on the door, telling me that there's nothing here for you to--and I'm directly quoting you here, honey--'fuck.'" The word spilled from her throat, sounding deep and guttural.

"Oh, uhh... yeah," Ethan replied. He was still waking up, but the sound of his mother pronouncing the F-word like that caused his eyes to fly open.

"I think I have a solution for that," Diane declared, rising up from the table. "Honey, I'm going to help you out." Here goes nothing, she thought, and turned to point her broad backside directly at her son.

With a single flourish, Diane pulled down her sweatpants and panties, fully exposing her bare ass to her own son. With both hands, she spread her cheeks and gave him a good look at the wrinkled brown eye in the middle.

"What? What's this!" Ethan exclaimed in confusion. He was wide awake now.

"What does it look like, honey?" Diane asked, feigning innocence. The ample, pale flesh of her ass felt cool in the air of the kitchen. "It's my asshole, honey. You've been telling me for weeks that there's nothing here for you to fuck." She took a deep breath to steel herself, ready and willing to leap over the point of no return. "So, I'm going to let you fuck my butt."

"Your what? You're what?"

"It's okay, sweetheart. You can use my butt for your pleasure. Feel free to cum in there all you want."

"But like, isn't that, like--"

"No, honey. It's not incest as long as it's just in the butt," she said firmly. "It's called the, ummm, poophole loophole. I think that was it. But you have to promise me, honey. Just in my butt and not in my vagina, okay?"

"Uhhhhh," Ethan stammered. "Wow, ummm--"

Diane heard the hesitation in his voice. Oh fuck, what have I done? This place has finally driven me fully insane! Here I am spreading my cheeks like a whore in front of my own son and practically begging for his cock!

"Well, uh, honey, it's okay if that's... I mean, if you're not--" she babbled, panic taking over her mind. Diane let go of her ass, the redness of handprints still visible on her big milky cheeks. In an effort to salvage the situation, she turned around to face her son.

Ethan's pyjama pants were around his ankles, his throbbing hard cock in his hand. It was every bit the equal of her favourite dildo. "Ohhhh, wow, honey," Diane breathed, her mouth watering at the sight of her son's erection.

"I'm just, uhhh, like, how do I do it?"

Diane took a shallow breath, excitement flooding her pussy with fresh juices. Oh my God, it's really happening! Her entire body was shaking. "Well, for starters, we'll need this," she managed, handing her son the bottle of lube that had been hiding on one of the chairs.

"Oh, uhh, right! Of course."

Diane leaned forward on the kitchen table, bracing herself and sticking her butt out for her son to use. "Get yourself all lubed up, honey." She did her best to present a chaste, motherly version of her naked ass.

"Wow, Mom, I gotta ask," Ethan exclaimed. "How did your ass get so... hot? It's so big and sexy!" The slick sounds of his hand lubing up his cock filled the room.

"How's that lube job coming?"

"Okay, I guess I'm gonna put it in. Wow! Are you ready?"

"Ready and waiting for you, honey. Go nice and slow."

"Oh, fuck," Ethan groaned as Diane felt the head of his cock pushing against her quivering anal fuckhole. Her son felt even better than her dildo: warm, fleshy, and twitching with a life of its own as he pushed inside her inch by inch.

That woman was right, Diane told herself. This really isn't incest. It's just a nice bit of fun. Oh fuck, he feels so good pushing into me!

The tight ring of her rectum swallowed the head of his cock, moving faster down his shaft until Ethan was in his mother's ass up to his balls.

"Yes! Oh, yes," she moaned. Maybe don't act like a hussy in heat, though. "I mean, does that feel nice for you?" Diane asked her son. Now that he was all the way in, he could fuck her harder and faster.

"It feels--" Ethan stammered. "Oh fuck, it feels--" His voice constricted, and he froze, barely ten pumps in. "Oh fuck, Mom, I'm cumming already! Unnnngh!"

Diane felt her son's nails digging into her hips as her ass muscles milked his exploding cock. The length of it undulated inside her as Ethan emptied his balls one spurt at a time.

"That's okay, baby. It's okay to cum in my ass. This is what you need." As for me, I need a little bit more than that. But I guess it's a start. I bet he'll be ready to go again in no time. Diane turned to face her son, who was panting and red in the face. "Does it feel good to cum like that?" she cooed.

Come on now, try not to patronize the boy.

"Fffuck, gah," Ethan groaned as his cock continued to twitch and shoot cum into his mother. "It feels fucking amazing! Holy shit, Mom, I'm cumming so much." His testicles brushed against the swollen lips of her neglected pussy, sending shivers up her spine.

"You can use me anytime you need, just like this." Diane said. Then she thought for a moment. "Well, maybe not anytime; after all, my ass isn't just for fucking. But just let me know when you're feeling... horny, and I'll get nice and ready for you." As she said it, she wiggled her ass.

Ethan held his mother's hips and panted from the intensity of his orgasm. He was finished ejaculating, but his cock continued to twitch with excitement. Diane could feel the pressure of his cum worming its way inside her; it had been quite the load. Feels like he's been saving that up for months.

"Oh wow, Mom! That's amazing. This is all so... so--"

Crazy? Diane thought. Downright incestuous? Going to end with us damned for all eternity?

"--so fucking hot!"

That too.

Diane looked back at her son, his cock still buried to the hilt in her throbbing rectum. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that, sweetheart. To be honest, I was worried that you wouldn't think my ass was sexy. That it was too... big."

"Too big?" Ethan laughed, making his cock jump inside her. "I don't think that's even possible! Everyone loves a big ass."

Diane felt needy from the isolation. It had been a long time since a man had called her hot. "So, you're saying you like my big fat ass, sweetie?" She fluttered her eyelids for him.

"Yeah! I mean, I still can't believe you're letting me fuck it." Ethan paused before clearing his throat. "So, uhh," he began.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Can you, uhhh, go again, Mom?" He asked sheepishly. Simply asking if his mother would let him fuck her again had his cock swelling in anticipation.

"I think that's up to you, honey. We can 'go' as much as you need to. I just want to get all that... spunk out of you."

"Oh, there's plenty more spunk where that came from," Ethan growled.

This time, he fucked his mother's ass properly, taking long, deep strokes that went all the way in. With his first load out of the way, Ethan was free to pick up the pace and enjoy his first fuck in what felt like forever.

It had felt like forever for Diane, too.

"Oh, God!" she cried, not prepared for the ferocity of her son's thrusting cock. It was one thing to squat on a dildo mounted to the bathroom floor; it was another thing entirely to have a horny 19-year-old fucking your ass like a wild animal.

She let the motherly facade slip for a moment and cried out in pleasure. "Yes, that's it!" Her needy ass took it all and wanted more.

Diane loved anal stimulation, but it took at least a little friction on her clit to actually cum from it. Even though she had just offered her ass up to her son like a fleshlight, Diane still felt the need to maintain a bit of decorum.

The idea of openly masturbating in front of her son gave her pause, one step too far in the direction of full-on incest. But it's not like he'd be able to see me. And if he can't see me playing with myself, she thought as she began playing with herself, then it's no big deal.

Her clit didn't care whether or not this was wrong. All Diane's clit cared about was cumming as fast and hard as possible.

"Mmmmph, yes, honey," she gasped. "That's it; that's exactly how--fuck, fuck, fuck!" The seizure-like release of her orgasm almost caused Diane to lose her footing. Ethan's strong hands on her hips kept her in place as he fucked his mother through a mind-bending climax.

Diane was reminded of the previous night, her pussy clenching in guilty, shameful spasms as she had brazenly brought herself to orgasm during a conversation with her own son. Now, with his throbbing, relentless thrusts into the depths of her ass, the spasms were freeing and glorious.

"Mom, are you--" Ethan gasped. "Oh yeah! You're cumming, aren't you?"

"Hnnngh, just keep doing that," Diane begged breathlessly. "Oh, God, give me more just like that!"

"Oh man, I wish I could keep doing this forever, but--" His cock was growing fuller and fuller, stretching his mother's already gaping ass to the limit. Diane could tell that her son's loins were preparing to do the thing they were made to do: shoot as much sperm as possible into whatever warm hole he found himself in. "Mom, your ass is just too fucking good! It's gonna make me cum again!"

"Please, sweetie, fill me," Diane moaned, spreading her hands out on the surface of the table. Her tits had come out of her top, or she'd pulled them out. She couldn't remember. All she knew was how wonderful it felt to have her son's cock in her ass.

"Unnngh!" Ethan groaned, thrusting all the way into his mother and blowing another full load deep inside her. With each heavy, spurting pulse, he exhaled so deeply that it sounded like he was growling.

Diane caught her breath and turned back to face her son, still fully impaled on his cock. "Is that better, sweetheart?"

"Oh yeah, Mom. Yeah," Ethan panted, his voice husky. "That's better. So much better."

That wasn't so bad. In fact, I think that went pretty fucking well. "Okay, honey. Let's get cleaned up."

It didn't take long for them to settle into a nice routine. During the day, Diane went out and took care of work. By the time she got home, her pussy was practically begging for release, and her ass was crying out for Ethan's cock.

He would wait for her in the kitchen. After freshening up and getting ready for him, she'd come down to find him cock in hand, lubed up, and ready to bury himself balls-deep in his mother's insatiable ass.

Diane carried on her not-so-secret ritual, masturbating only when her pussy was out of view of her son. He would get some good looks at it, though. After all, the forbidden opening of her cunt was just a couple inches below the brown pucker of her ass. But she refused to let him see her wantonly pleasuring herself, lest what they were doing devolve into actual incest.

During one particularly frenzied fuck session, Diane wondered if she should let her coworkers in on what she had been up to. It is just my butt, after all. Nothing more interesting than that. Everybody masturbates, so how is this different? We're just relieving tension. Who cares that I'm letting my son use a part of my body to get himself off?

Wisely, however, she thought the better of it. Nah, why bother letting them know what they're missing? I'd just be bragging, and nobody likes that. Speaking of getting myself off...

"Unnngh, that's it, sweetie, I'm almost there," she gasped.

Sometimes she'd be playful and dance around the fact that Ethan was helping to make his mother cum, but other times she'd be too caught up in the moment to care.

"Me too, shit!" Ethan groaned, ramming into his mother and pumping her ass full of his milky white spunk. "Damn, what is that? Five?" Sometimes he wondered where she kept all the cum he pumped into her.

"I lost count, baby. Oooh, my ass is going to be sore tomorrow!" Diane yowled, wiggling her big butt for Ethan. She often said that, but she was always ready to go again by the time the next day rolled around. It's a good kind of hurt. But even if my ass was killing me, I'd let Ethan use it as much as he needed.

After all, I'm doing this for him.

They took advantage of some unseasonably warm weather to take a walk and enjoy a breath of spring peeking out from the heavy curtain of winter. Strolling over bleak, spongy ground, Diane wrapped her son's arm around her and snuggled in for warmth.

Ethan had more than enough to give. "You know, I think I'm actually starting to like this place," he mused, stroking her through the jacket.

"You are?" Diane laughed, the side of her head resting against her son's thick parka. "It's still winter on the ground in most places. Not exactly a vacation spot."

"Yeah, but it's pretty, you know?" he said, wistfully. "Kind of like you, Mom."

"Oh, sweetie," Diane blushed. "I don't know what I'd do without you. You're far too good to me."

"I'm going to be even better for you when we get back."

"Mmmroww," she yowled playfully, pinching his butt. They enjoyed the silence for a while as they continued walking.

Part of Diane wanted to keep talking dirty with her son, to make him hard as a rock out here in the open air. I could drop down to my knees and suck him off right here. No one would ever see us.

But another part still wasn't quite comfortable engaging with Ethan in a purely carnal manner. That Leslie Cox woman would call me the queen of stuck-up prudes. Well, she can go fuck her own son, then.

Ethan made good on his promise to treat her right, sending more loads shooting up his mother's willing ass in a marathon anal fuck session that almost tore her in half. After the third time Ethan came in her butt, they'd foregone the table. Instead, Diane put a blanket down in the living room and they fucked on the floor like college students.

A couple weeks later, Diane had been on her period for what seemed like forever. During that time, Ethan had to make do with his hand. Even though her ass was still technically fair game, her few remaining boundaries stubbornly kept Diane from going that far. The most she'd managed was sneaking past his room one night, listening for the sound of her son masturbating.

Sure enough, the rhythmic squeaking of his bed frame had told her exactly what he was up to, and she was surprised to see his door open a crack. He'd seen her almost immediately, cock in hand, her bottle of lube beside his bed. She'd lent it to him a few days earlier. It had only seemed fair.

Neither of them had said a word as Ethan stroked his throbbing manhood for her, fully naked and lying in bed. Diane had bit her lip and moaned softly, excited to be able to see his cock and not just feel it inside her.

Ethan's breathing quickened, a sound Diane knew very well that meant he was on the verge of cumming. Making only small, soft moans, he shamelessly pumped a massive, streaky load onto his chest and stomach, the steaming fluid oozing over his knuckles when he was finally spent.

With only a loving smile and a wink, she had left him to clean himself up. It was this she had been dreaming about before waking up this morning.

Her fertility cycle was beginning anew, and she was hornier than she'd ever remembered being. Not even bothering to put on clothes, Diane went in search of her son. He was easy to find. After all, it was barely 8 in the morning, and he was still a teenager.

Slipping into Ethan's room, she struggled to keep from giggling as she crept over to his sleeping form. One arm underneath his head on the pillow, Diane's son snored softly.

The long arch of his erect penis made quite the tent under the covers. Diane whipped them off, exposing her son's hardon and the rest of his firm, naked body.

The morning wood of a teenage boy is the most reliable thing in the world, she thought to herself, grabbing the bottle of lube off the window sill. And I've got it all to myself.

Ethan stirred, murmuring and searching for the covers. The crack of his eyelids flew open as his mother poured the cold, slippery lube onto his cock.

"Good morning," Ethan slurred, a sleepy, half-drunk smile on his face. "Wwwaht's up?"

"Your big fucking cock, that's what," Diane replied, straddling his groin like a sumo wrestler. We've never done it like this before. He's going to be able to see me playing with myself. After taking a moment to precisely place the head of his cock on her asshole, she slammed down on his pole and buried it in her.

For Diane, the sensation was familiar; it was just like bouncing on her favourite dildo, now neglected and forgotten under the upstairs bathroom sink. The familiarity of it helped her brush away nagging doubts about 'line-crossing' and 'incest.'

For Ethan, seeing his mother bouncing on his cock like this was incredibly exciting. He'd gotten many glimpses of her pussy from behind, but never a full-frontal view.

"Oh wow, what's gotten into you?" Ethan gasped. His hands took on a life of their own, unable to resist putting his hands underneath his mother's fat ass as it bounced on his groin. He cupped and squeezed her cheeks with flexing fingers, exploring her soft flesh.

"Hormones, sweetie. It feels like you haven't been inside me in months."

"I'm down to fuck whenever, Mom," he replied casually, watching her work on his dick.

Down to fuck, Diane wondered. Mmmm, yes, I'm fucking him. I'm fucking my own son. He's balls deep in my ass, and it feels amazing.

The false pretense of propriety continued to fall away from her. It's just like how that damn woman said: I'm some kind of prude who just won't go far enough. Well, I'll show her!

Diane locked her eyes on her son. Her pussy lips felt soaking wet as she parted them for him, letting him watch as her fingers girlishly played.

"That's so hot," Ethan gasped. He was face-to-face with his mother, her tits, and her pussy as she openly masturbated in front of him. "I always wanted to watch you touch yourself, Mom."

"I loved watching you stroke yourself the other night. Seeing you shoot all that cum all over yourself was so exciting. Now, watch me make myself cum!" The shrill, keening sounds of his mother bringing herself to orgasm filled Ethan's bedroom.

With his cock still half-numb from sleep, it took Ethan a while to finally blow his load. Diane took full advantage of his stamina and managed to squeeze two more climaxes from her poor, abused clitoris. Just as she was starting to feel that she could take it no more, she finally felt her son's cum jetting triumphantly into her butt.

Each incremental breakdown of Helen's boundaries put her in a better mood. She was feeling closer to Ethan, but she was also feeling sexier, too.

In the early days of the incestuous anal tryst with her son, Diane had felt ashamed and protective of her body. The paunch of her stomach and the sagging of her tits were pronounced when she was being fucked from behind. She felt better with that safely out of view.

Now, she took to riding her son like a powerful, sexual being. Exposed to him fully, she no longer felt ashamed of her body and shared her pleasure with him in the open.

But one key boundary remained. Always in the butt. Never not in the butt.

The next day went innocently enough; at least, innocently enough for Diane and Ethan. She was bent over the table as usual, her asshole begging for her son's cock. He was behind her, fully lubed and ready to fuck.

Diane's hips were sore from riding her son the other day, and a cramp caused her to unexpectedly change positions. Just as Ethan was preparing to ram his well-lubed penis into and through her asshole, Diane slipped on the chair and overcorrected, her butt lifting into the air.

The penetration was sudden, surprising, and squishy wet. Instead of his mother's waiting asshole, Ethan's cock slipped right into his mother's pussy.

Oh my fuck! The surging of her son's cock into her womb sent lightning bolts of intense pleasure into her body. Until that moment, Diane had no idea how much she'd needed a man inside her vagina. The fact that it was her own son drove her hormones wild, the surge of arousal like a tornado sweeping her away.

"Baby, that's--" she stuttered, suddenly becoming unable to speak from pure pleasure.

"Oh, wow, Mom, this feels really good!" He groaned, leaning over her back and not looking at where his penis had ended up. Before, the tightness of her ass had held Ethan's thrusts back; there was only so hard he could go.

A pussy, however, is built for taking cock. The warm, wet, welcoming glove of his mother's vagina practically begged Ethan to fuck as hard as he could. And fuck he did, marvelling at how slick and supple she had suddenly become.

"I guess I'm really starting to loosen you up, damn!" The hollow slapping of his pelvis against her hips echoed off the kitchen walls.

"Mmmmph!" was all Diane could manage. Oh fuck, oh God, he's really inside my pussy! The truth was blinding and undeniable: this was real incest now, and there was no going back.

And I don't fucking care, she decided. Maybe it's my hormones, maybe it's just how good this fucking feels, but I don't want one thing: for my son to fuck my pussy as hard as he can!

"That's, mmm, that's the wrong hole, sweetie!" she gasped, finally able to speak. "You're fucking Mommy's pussy, baby!"

"Oh shit!" Ethan cried, pulling back and seeing the truth. The girth of his cock was fully plunged into the warm, soft mound of his mother's pussy. Her brown asshole winked at him, neglected and unfucked. "Should I stop?"

"No, baby! Don't stop! Fuck me harder! Fuck me until I fucking cum on your cock!"

"Oh, yes!" Ethan grunted, doing as his mother told him. Fucking her doggy-style, his heavy, aching balls smacked against her clit as his pelvis rammed into her big, luscious ass.

He watched with glee as his shiny slick shaft worked in and out of her, sending ripples across her ass cheeks. In the centre, the brown eye of her asshole winked at him. Don't get jealous, now, he thought to himself with a smile. I'll cum back to you later.

Diane buried her face buried in her arms, whimpering in ecstasy. The table creaked and groaned under their naked bodies from the bombardment of Ethan's powerful thrusts. She lifted her head and screamed in pleasure. This time, she didn't need her fingers on her clit to cum from his cock.

"Fuck yeah, cum for me, Mom!" Ethan groaned, slowing down and holding her hips as she spasmed, shaking like a slut.

"Oh, God," Diane gasped. "Baby, listen to me; we need to take this into the bedroom. We're gonna break this table!"

Ethan pulled out of her and pulled her up, practically carrying his mother to her bed. Diane flopped down on it, spreading her legs for her son and sending the sheets puffing out from the impact. She grinned hungrily at him, eyes full of lust for his throbbing cock.

"Come fuck me, sweetie. Use my pussy like you use my ass."

Ethan climbed up the bed, notching his cock on his mother's clit and pussylips before plunging into her birth canal with every throbbing inch. "God, it's like it was made for me," he gasped.

"Mmmm, kinda the other way around. Now, fuck me hard!"

Ethan braced his head against her shoulder, his pelvis pistoning like a machine. Diane stroked the side of his face as he laid into her pussy, moaning softly each time a thrust hit home. It's like I'd forgotten what it was like to really get fucked. This is one hell of a reminder!

"Oh, yes, keep doing it like that!" She cried, her hands clutching handfuls of her soft, white sheets.

"Fuck, Mom, I think I'm gonna cum soon," Ethan groaned urgently. "Can I do it inside you?" The question demanded an answer.

"No, no, not yet, not until I'm on the pill again," Diane begged. She had an idea that was both depraved and delicious. "Pull out and paint my face, baby. Cover me in your cum!"

Unable to take any more, Ethan pulled out and leaned back, jerking off madly. Diane scrambled to get underneath him, gazing lovingly upwards as he stroked his cock closer to completion.

"You make me feel so comfortable, so sexy," Diane cooed. "I want to be your slut. Make me yours with your cum. Mark me and put it all over me."

"Open your fucking mouth," Ethan groaned. "Here it comes, Mom; hnnngh!"

Diane moaned like an animal as her son bathed her face in his sperm, huge gobs of it collecting like thick white dew on her flushed skin and filling her mouth with sweet milk. "Mmmm," she moaned, swallowing each spurt as it hit her tongue. "You taste so good, Ethan. God, I needed to taste your cum so badly."

The idea of the sperm in her belly meeting the sperm in her ass made her pussy tingle as she made a show of cleaning off her son's cock. After licking him clean, she collapsed in her bed, utterly satisfied.

"Wow," Ethan breathed, lying down beside his mother's voluptuous naked body. "Now that was incest."

Diane turned to face him, running one hand down his left thigh. "Well, the thing is, honey," she mused, her voice pitching higher. "I think it always was."

Ethan laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. But who could blame us? You've got an ass that just begs to be fucked."

"And you've got just the cock to do it, baby," Diane cooed, giving her son a sticky kiss.

"Seems kind of funny; you know, the way we started," Ethan said. "I was being such a little shit to you, and then you just... offered up your ass to me. Since when was I so lucky?"

"It was the least I could do, sweetie. You were very lonely. And very horny! I just knew I had to do something about it."

"It's kind of crazy that that was your idea to help me. And then it ended up working! You know, I'm actually kind of glad you took this job. We can stay here as long as you need. I'll be just fine, as long as I've got you to fuck."

"Really?" Diane asked, incredulous. "Wow, turns out that that woman was right! 'Moms, give up the butt!'" Diane laughed. "Who would've thought?"

"Huh?" Ethan asked. "Who are you talking about? What woman?"

"Never you mind, sweetie," Diane murmured, patting his groin softly. "Now, how about you work on getting that cock hard again? My ass is feeling a little neglected."

"Anything you want, Mom."

"Oh, and Ethan? Call me Mommy when you're fucking my ass."

THE END