Booty Mom Pt. 02

Author's Note: Like all my writing, this series focuses heavily on anal sex, so if that's not your cup of tea then maybe skip this, but if you love anal play as well as wholesome, incestuous romance, then this will be just the series for you! All characters are fictional and over 18. Don't expect realism and you won't be disappointed. Let me know what you think of this installment in the comments or send me feedback directly!

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Jack's mid-morning snooze was as quick as it was light. Less of a slumber and more of a brief recharge after emptying his balls all over his mother's back. The sun shined on his eyes and he woke up feeling fresh and energetic. He stretched, looking up at the sunlight filtered through green leaves, inhaled deeply, and felt like he could take on the world. Jack squeezed his right hand and realized it was firmly planted on something round and soft. Looking over, Jack saw his mother, naked and glorious, laying on her belly in the grass, her arms folded under her peacefully napping head. Her messy, chocolate brown hair was spread in all directions like thirsty roots. A nude nature goddess right next to him. Jack smiled and turned over slightly to better admire his gorgeous, excitingly naked mother.

He squeezed her ass again, and his adoring smile turned into a more mischievous grin. Jack was incredibly happy that this was all really happening and not just a dream. He rubbed the rounded globe of her right asscheek, his hand sliding over her silky soft skin. Jack bit his lower lip and felt something waking up in his loins. He couldn't believe he had that perfect booty all to himself. Then a sneaky idea entered his head.

Jack rolled over completely while remaining totally silent. Then he quietly moved himself over Chloe, her plush thighs between his knees and her sky-facing posterior his to survey. He could still see the splattering of cum he unleashed onto her, now dried and crusted to her beautiful back. His semen was baking into her supple skin, as if it was a mark signifying that she was his. She remained blissfully asleep.

Jack wound his arm back and slapped her ass as hard as he could. SMACK!

Chloe woke up instantly with a tiny gasp and before she could react further, she felt her loving son draping his own young, lean body over hers. He laid his full weight on top of her, his chest to her back, his arms over hers, his semi-flaccid cock was laid neatly between her cushiony asscheeks. He covered her perfectly like they were part of a set, and they could sense each other's heartbeats and breathing as they fit perfectly into each other. Jack's face was intimately close to hers. She smiled.

"Enjoy your nap?" she asked softly.

"You bet I did," Jack said, gently moving aside a stray lock of brunette hair intersecting his mom's face. "I feel well-rested and full of energy..."

Chloe's only response was a pleased, chuckle, then she got lost in those sky blue eyes. "I love you so much, Jack," she practically rejoiced. As if the opportunity to love him was the greatest gift.

Jack's heart soared with love. "I love you too, Mom..."

Suddenly, Jack felt strange. Not uncomfortable, just slightly off. He abruptly pushed himself up and off of his mother and sat himself on the grass next to her.

Chloe turned and looked up, then sat up with her son. His eyes avoided hers. "What is it? Is something wrong?" She put her hand on his knee, and Jack responded by placing his own hand on hers.

"That felt... weird," was all he said.

"What did?"

"Calling you 'Mom.' It didn't feel right. Probably because... well..."

"Because of what we did?" She placed her other hand on his back.

"Yeah," Jack rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. "It feels weird to call you 'Mom' now after that. It's not something moms and sons are supposed to do. This is so weird..."

"Technically," she chimed in, "we didn't actually have sex, so it's not technically incest." She seemed pleased with this clever loophole.

"Mom!" Jack exploded, and the awkwardness hit him again. "We're naked in front of each other. You helped me jerk off. My cum is still on your back. I--" he hesitated to even say it out loud. "I ate your ass. This is so messed up..." Jack started fretting. "This is technically illegal!"

"I won't tell if you don't," Chloe said, playfully.

Jack looked at her, his mother's face so sweet and unworried. He cracked a smile and chuckled, then so did Chloe. "This is crazy. What even are we now? Are you like... my girlfriend?"

Chloe giggled. "Girlfriend? Are we going steady too?"

"I don't know. No, calling you my girlfriend doesn't feel right. Not that you wouldn't make a great girlfriend! It's just what we have seems like something completely different."

"You're right. What we have is totally unique. Calling you my boyfriend doesn't feel right to me either. You'll always be my boy, even my best friend, but boyfriend just doesn't suit you. Besides, it's not like we could ever break up."

Jack chuckled. "Yeah, that would be awkward. Like really awkward. Still, what should I call you by? Because calling you Mom just doesn't feel right anymore."

Chloe felt a twinge of hurt. She wanted to form a sexual relationship with her precious son, but never thought that would mean no longer getting to hear him call her 'Mom.' "Oh Jack, I'll always be your mother. That's never changing. But if it makes you feel more comfortable, maybe you could call me by my real name?"

"Okay... Chloe."

They both looked at each other. "Nah," they said in unison. That definitely felt wrong, to both of them.

"Well I have to call you something."

"You can always give me a pet name!"

"What, like honey bunny or sugar plum?" Jack mused, jokingly.

"Maybe 'Beautiful' or 'Sexy'?"

Jack scanned her luscious, languid body positioned so seductively. "Those names would definitely fit. I'll find a perfect pet name for you! One that we'll both enjoy. In the meantime..." Jack put his hand on her plush thigh. "Today is still my day where I can ask for anything, right?"

"Of course!"

"Then I'd like for us to go inside now. There are things I want to do that'll be more comfortable for both of us inside."

"Your wish is my command," she declared.

Chloe stood, and Jack followed after watching her bottom jiggle from the ground. She patted her butt down, wiping bits of wet grass off of her rump. Then Chloe's delicious-looking booty swayed temptingly before him as he followed her to the back porch and up the stairs. Feeling empowered to do as he pleased on this wonderful day, Jack grabbed both cheeks insolently and groped while Chloe continued to walk. She only smirked as she felt his adventurous hands clasp her bottom and refuse to let go.

"Mmm, maybe I should start calling you Boom Boom."

"Boom Boom? Why?"

"Because," Jack explained, "Every time you walk it's just Boom Boom Boom Boom." Jack made his point by jostling her huge buttcheeks aggressively, making them jiggle to the max.

She laughed, slid the backdoor open and sauntered inside, purposefully exaggerating the sway of her hips as Jack held on with horny resolve.

Chloe noticed the remains of their breakfast ice cream party in the kitchen. "Better clean this up," she said.

"I can help," Jack said over her shoulder.

"No! I don't want you to lift a single finger today."

"Well, at least let me hold your ass for you while you clean. It's the least I could do..." he said.

"Oh, would you really? That would be so helpful, haha." Chloe began picking up the bowls and spoons. Jack's hands remained firmly planted on the meaty ass of his dreams, lightly squeezing here and there every so often, as if reminding his mother that he was very much present. Jack realized how good it felt to be so hopelessly obsessed with something.

Chloe relished in feeling her son's adoring pawing as she tidied up. She loved to get her ass groped, but had never fully enjoyed it because she could never totally trust the men who were groping her. There was always an element of hostility or understated threat in their interest. But with Jack, she could be at total ease. She trusted her son completely and felt totally comfortable letting him grope, squeeze and downright molest her to his young heart's content without feeling any fear or worry.

Chloe collected all the dishes in the sink and started rinsing and scrubbing them while Jack massaged her ass, his young boner growing steadily as he explored the hugeness of her impressive booty. He simply couldn't stop staring. The perfection of her cheeks, the adorable curving cleft of her gentle ass cleavage, every subtle ripple as he clenched and unclenched and ran his hands over the massive globes again and again manically. "Ugh!" he bellowed at some point. It was a frustration akin to cuteness aggression. "I just can't believe how big your ass is, Mom! It's actually insane how big it is. It feels so good just to touch. Soooo goooood."

Chloe grinned as she washed a bowl, taking her sweet time to enjoy this moment.

"Was it always this big?" Jack asked, his mouth suddenly close to her ear.

"Ever since I hit puberty. It just grew and grew and grew. It got me a lot of attention."

"How much attention?" Jack asked with the smallest twinge of jealousy in his tone.

"Enough to get pregnant with you," Chloe joked.

"Oh, right. Ha..." Jack's hands continued to glide over her scrumptious booty. "Did you ever have anal?"

Chlpe stopped doing the dishes suddenly, turned and looked at her son. "More men have been inside this ass--" SPANK. "--than this pussy."

Jack swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as cotton from how insanely hot what she said was. Her spanking her own ass even harder than he ever dared to only made it that much more arousing. "And that's... a lot, is it?" he asked.

"Yes. It was a lot." She continued the dishes. "There wasn't a single guy in Highschool that didn't get a taste. Then I was off to college and I just took off. I was spending more time in bed then classes. Day in and day out, I was getting fucked by anyone with a cock and a pulse. And it seemed the only hole any of them were interested in was, well, my asshole. The only reason I wasn't failing was because I was a bit of a genius who didn't need to study. I'm sorry, am I saying too much? I don't want to make you jealous!"

"What? No, no! You're not making me jealous at all. Actually, I love learning this about you. I love the fact that you're a huge slut!" Jack paused. "Um, wait, that came out wrong. I-I didn't mean..."

"No, you're exactly right. You put it perfectly. Jack, I'm a slut. A butt slut even. There's no point in denying it. It's just what I am."

Chloe turned off the water and turned around completely to face her son, their naked bodies mere inches apart, close enough to feel the others' warmth. She put her wet hands on his arms and slid them up until they rested on his shoulders. Jack's breathing intensified. "It's what I still am," she clarified, looking tenderly into his eyes. "I'm such a slut I couldn't even resist my own son... but then again, how could I? When my son is so... irresistible."

"I love sluts," was all Jack could say, his heart trembling from her words. He grabbed her by the backs of her thighs and lifted her up, Chloe's nails clinging to his shoulders for support as he hoisted her up and sat her rounded bottom on the rim of the kitchen sink. She closed her legs around his hips as their eyes were now level with each other. "I adore them. I'm proud to have a slut for a mom. Especially one with such an amazingly sexy ass." His hands grabbed her plump booty possessively.

"Of course..." Jack continued, his eyes trailing downward. "I certainly don't want to neglect those amazing boobs."

Chloe puffed out her chest proudly, pixie smile intensifying. Her overfilled mommy jugs jutted out and fell limp to either side. "These amazing boobs?"

Jack nodded.

His hands reached up and grabbed handfuls of each heavy, maternal breast. Her nipples were bullet hard. And he loved how big and encompassing her areola were. Jack started groping and massaging her tits hungrily. "They're so big." Jack said in awe. "Almost as big as your booty. What size are they?"

"32DD last time I measured."

"Oh my God! An amazing booty, 32DD tits... you were born to be a slut!" He tweaked her nipples gently.

"Actually, I have you to thank for these." She held her breasts up as if trying to cover them before releasing and letting them tumble down her torso.

"Me?"

Chloe nodded. "My boobies didn't used to be all that big. In fact, I was a little flat-chested. But then you came along... my tits got three, four times bigger when I had you. I was afraid when you stopped breastfeeding they'd go back down, but it turned out they were here to stay!"

Jack felt strangely proud. As if he himself sculpted the lovely breasts he was currently fondling. "Hmm maybe I should suck on them again." He smiled. "For old times sake, you know?" Then he plunged his head between her mommy jugs, sloppily kissing and slobbering over her succulent titties before motorboating them shamelessly.

Chloe burst out laughing and wrapped his head in her arms, encouraging his exploration of her mammoth mommy boobs. "That's it, baby..." she urged in a hushed tone. "Feast on these titties..."

Jack shook his face in between her vast, fleshy slopes, licking, sucking, kissing, and nipping anything that happened to touch his mouth. His eager mouth found the hardened nub of her left nipple and he latched on for dear life, sucking as though trying to extract milk from it.

The intensity and nostalgia of the sensation made Chloe cry out and force her to tighten her legs around his waist like two pythons.

While Jack suckled on her left nipple needily he looked up to her, his mother's expression one of strained pleasure and maternal affection. She planted one hand on his shoulder and the other on his scalp, holding him close to her. Her jaw became slack while Jack continued to suck mercilessly on her hypersensitive nipple.

Eventually, Jack relented his assault on her left nipple before immediately moving on to assault the other. He softly chewed on her puckered nipple before proceeding with his gluttonous attempt to fit her entire vast nipple inside his mouth. While he feasted on her tits, his hand tweaked and twisted the raw nipple he just got done suckling. He twirled his tongue over and across and around her puffy pink nipple every which way he could until every goosebump on it was memorized by his tastebuds. Finally adolescent tit hunger was appeased just enough for him to regain some control. Her nipple popped free from his mouth and he rubbed his cheek into her pillowy soft boob, rejoicing in finally being so close to the tits of his dreams.

"Oh my God... you're so amazing. So perfect." He locked eyes with her and rose until they were level. "You're pleasing, Mom... pleasing to every one of my senses. Your body, your scent, the way you look, the way you feel... your taste. Like it was all designed to please me."

She crossed her arms around his neck. Her thumb caressed his nape. "I want to please you, Jack. I want to make you happy. That's all I've ever wanted, all any mother would want for her son. I want you to be pleased... relieved... satiated. I want to satisfy your appetites."

"My appetites, huh?" Jack grinned. "Good, because I'm still starving..."

Jack grabbed the can of whipped cream left out from the ice cream breakfast and sprayed a curly ribbon of fluffy white cream onto his mother's tantalizing cleavage. Before Chloe could even react Jack was already leaning in and licking the white cream of her savory tit flesh. He dragged his tongue across her bobbing boobies slowly, staring into Chloe's stunned eyes as he did so.

Even after giving her luscious breasts a tongue bath, there were traces of whipped cream smeared all over her chest. He licked the corner of his mouth and took the can again. "You're naked, naughty Mommy. Let's cover you up, shall we?" He sprayed a large dollop of whipped cream on one of her pink nipples and then the other, Chloe staring intently and cupping her own breasts for her son's convenience.

Once that was finished, Jack felt artsy. He was feeling creative. He made an S shape of whipped cream on her belly, then made a swirl of fluffy cream around her navel. Then, as though he was applying shaving cream, covered Chloe's bald vagina and pubic region with the sweet cream.

Chloe looked like she was wearing some strange, avant garde outfit of cream. It made her feel even sexier, acting as her son's plaything, and allowing him to do whatever strange, erotic urge came to his horny mind.

Jack bent down and closed his mouth entirely on one whipcream nipple cap, devoured it, and licked the residue with a whirling tongue before unclamping his mouth from her tit. He did the same for the other nipple, and licked even more thoroughly before sucking hard on her puckering nipple. The strong sucking made Chloe groan with sexual torment as well as pleasure.

As she moaned, Jack shoved the nozzle of the can into her gapping O-shaped mouth and filled her jaw with whipped cream, muffling her loud groaning as he nursed on her heaving breast. She closed her mouth, swallowed deeply, whipped cream smeared on the corner of her lip and exhaled in exalted lust. Chloe ran her fingers through his hair, grabbed a handful of his chestnut brown locks and forced his face into her breast, encouraging his gluttonous suckle.

Jack eventually relented, releasing her nipple with a loud THWAP. Wiping his mouth, he straightened up and stared at his own mother with a look intense enough to make her knees tremble. "Get on the table," he said.

Wordlessly, Chloe complied. She sat her meaty rump on the circular table where she and her son ate countless meals as a completely normal family. Once wholesome, once picturesque, now only pornographic.

"On your stomach," Jack added. Chloe believed she knew what her son had in mind now.

Chloe turned over and lay down on her belly, spreading her legs slightly. Her entire body could barely fit on the circular table. For a moment, Jack simply admired his mother's curvaceous form, walking around the table to glimpse her at every angle, as one would appraise a cut of premium meat. Chloe felt an incredible rush. She never felt so desired or lusted after. She felt like a supermodel. Or maybe even a porn star...

"I'm still so hungry..." Jack bellowed, as if he were dying of starvation. "And that booty looks sooo tasty..."

Jack jiggled her butt cheeks insolently. Chloe giggled.

"Absolutely delicious looking, Mom. A meal fit for a king. It just needs a few toppings!"

Chloe suddenly heard the cool hissing of the whipped cream nozzle and then the unmistakable sensation of cool whipped cream being sprayed all over her ass. She gasped, not expecting such a kinky and naughty idea from her still-virgin son. Then again, what did she expect? He was a virgin teenager who consumed undoubtedly massive amounts of pornography. She should have expected such a silly erotic idea from her eager boy. This day was all about his fantasies... and apparently food play was close to the top of the list!

Jack spread on whipped cream generously, first on both meaty cheeks and then within the lush ass crevice itself. Her butt was already looking like a sweet treat but Jack's sweet tooth needed even more. Grabbing the Hershey's chocolate syrup, Jack squeezed the bottle enough for it to squirt. A cold splattering of liquid chocolate dribbled on Chloe's back before Jack began to drizzle her whipped cream covered booty in the thick stickiness.

Chloe gently shook her big ass playfully while Jack poured on enough chocolate syrup to form sticky puddles at either side of Chloe's asscheeks. Her boy was making quite the mess of her kitchen, but she didn't mind one bit. In fact, she hoped it would be even messier...

Once his mother's scrumptious ass had a thick coating of chocolate, Jack looked to see what else he could add to his culinary masterpiece. Caramel. Jack saw no reason not to add it. It was much thicker, and Jack didn't add that much. Just enough. Then he saw the chocolate chips, the marshmallows and the sprinkles. Without any care for mess or conservation he took the bags and poured the entirety of their contents onto her already sugar smothered bottom. Chloe chuckled as he added each component to his monstrously sugary confection that had her ass as the main ingredient. She almost wanted to kick her feet in glee.

"Now for the finishing touch..." Jack said before he placed a cherry on top of the melting mound of chocolate and whipped cream. He kissed his fingers like a chef, "A masterpiece!" Chloe's mountainous ass was completely covered in a thick messy layer of sweetness that was slowly melting onto the table making sticky puddles. "How do you feel?" He suddenly sounded a little unsure. "This isn't too weird is it?"

"No such thing as 'too weird' when it comes to sex, Jack. The whole point is to have fun! Be weird. Be silly! Today is your day anyways. Nothing is off the table."

"Right now it looks like everything is on the table," Jack said.

Chloe laughed. "I suppose it is. Well? Aren't you going to enjoy your masterpiece?" She rocked her bottom back and forth appetizingly.

Jack's eyes stayed fixated on the beautiful desert laid out before him. The whipped cream had covered her beautiful ass and Jack ached to make it naked again with his tongue. His stomach rumbled as if in anticipation of the task before him. But there was just one more thing he desired before he could begin his feast. "Could you..." he started, "beg me to?"

"What?" Chloe looked over her shoulder at her son. When she saw the one-part-nervous-two parts-giddy expression on his boysish and handsome face she understood.

"I want to hear you beg me to eat you," he said, matter of fact.

Chloe smirked and got into character. Her lustful, pornographic alter ego she channeled when Jack needed a particularly filthy desire granted. Her voice took on a more seductive and smokey tone and with it she said: Eat me... fucking eat me, baby. I want to feel your tongue all over my ass. I want to feel your teeth on my big cheeks. I want you to completely devour me. Feast on me! I want to feed you. You're so fucking hungry, aren't you sweetie? My poor boy... I'll nourish you. I want to be your meal. I want to fill your belly with me and appease that desperate desperate hunger inside you. Oh my poor starving baby, just eat me! EAT MEEEEE!"

At those irresistible words, Jack plunged his face straight into the messy desert he created with his mother's succulent ass as the base to it all. His face was instantly smeared with the mixture of sticky ingredients. On his tongue the combination of flavors danced together playfully creating a uniquely delectable taste. The sweet chocolate, salty caramel, and puffy marshmallows. He gorged himself, not just from hunger but from an eager desire to clear away the toppings and get to the savory goodness of Mommy booty just beneath.

Chloe moaned while her knuckles gripped the rim of the table. It was an exotic and bizarre sensation feeling layers of fluffy cream being lapped away, slowly uncovering her ass as though her son was an archeologist wiping away earth to get at the treasure within. A part of her was surprised just how quickly he was eating. She smiled, remembering that her sweet son was still male. Glutinous little creatures, she thought to herself. However, there wasn't anything malicious or selfish in Jack's wanton gluttony. He was simply needy. All boys are, Chloe thought. Chloe thought of boys as being precious things. They needed to be looked after; tended to. As his mother, it was her duty to tend to him and his needs. This thought repeated inside her mind while her son's tongue slithered closer and closer to her needy butthole, currently drowning in whipped cream and pulsing as though sending a distress signal to her boy in hopes of being rescued by his tongue.

He dragged his tongue up the lengthy curve of her ass cheek triumphantly, wiping away as much whipped cream as he could before diving back in and repeating the process, trying to make her stunning ass bare again. Chloe yelped and and sighed in pleasure as she finally felt her son's tongue make electrifying contact with her buttcheek. It was an intense sort of tickling sensation that made her toes curl and her loins hot and wet. Whenever he used his surprisingly dexterous tongue to pick up marshmallows or chocolate chips it only intensified. Soon her arousal fluid combined with the melted chocolate and whipped cream that pooled beneath her on the table.

Jack continued his feeding frenzy. He licked and lapped, and sucked and gulped, and smeared himself all over Chloe's delicious rump until her succulent butt-cheeks were virtually clean, covered in a sticky yet shining coat of saliva and stray traces of chocolate and sugar. When her ass was finally licked clean (relatively) Jack wiped his mouth. He was filthy. The leftovers of his meal were smeared all over his mouth, his chin and his chest. Jack wondered how much of the desert actually made it to his mouth. The naked and defenseless ass resting on the table before him drew his mind back. Then he drew his hand back and slapped her saliva soaked ass to mark that his feast was concluded. The lewd reverse of a dinner bell.

"Oh!" Chloe flinched when Jack spanked her. "All done, sweetie?"

"Uh-huh..." Jack wiped his mouth again.

Chloe lifted herself up, her elbows on the table, and looked back to Jack. She smiled when she saw the messy state he was in. So adorable, she thought. "My, my! I'm guessing it was tasty?"

Jack smirked as he sucked the syrup from under his finger nails. "You know it was! It was so good I licked the plate." To prove his point, he bent down and licked Chloe from the top of her thigh to the small of her back, his tongue dragging flat over the hills of her bulbous MILF booty. Chloe cried out as she felt his soft bumpy tastebuds on her smooth ass flesh.

"I'm happy! Oh, but look at yourself, honey. You made such a mess of yourself," Chloe said as she turned over on her side on the table. Jack was temporarily stunned by the beauty of her languid body positioned exactly like a nude supermodel posing for a calendar. Then she turned over completely, got on her hands and knees and slowly crawled on the table towards Jack like a feline, her eyes locked on his while her boobs dangled and her juicy heart-shaped booty protruded from behind her. "I need to clean you up, baby," she purred before licking him from just above the base of his cock to his navel.

Jack leaned his head back, squeezing his fists and moaning in delight as his booty-ful mommy licked up his happy trail.

Chloe kept her tongue rigid and lightly drew on his abdomen with her own saliva, tracing out letters of the alphabet while her son moaned in bliss. Then she pushed herself up until she was on her knees on the table, licking up his lean, teenage body until she was able to lick the whipped cream off of his Adam's apple.

Jack kept his head leaned back, letting his mother give him a tongue bath. He even kept his hands at his sides, resisting the urge to grab handfuls of booty so he could feel the joy of being totally in his mother's control.

Chloe dragged long licks up his neck and his chin, occasionally closing her mouth on certain patches of skin to suck on hungrily, leaving tiny faint hickeys. She moaned and cooed and purred as she performed her motherly duty of licking him until he was squeaky clean. She licked at his mouth and up the cheeks of his face like a puppy until his face was clean, save the saliva, and still she kept going. She went from his chin to his ear in long, wet strokes. Jack remained passive, eyes shut letting this slippery bliss wash over him.

Once Chloe felt her work was complete she laid her hands on Jack's broad shoulders and gave him a quick lick up his mouth, prompting him to smile and open his eyes where he was greeted by her excited face. If she was a puppy her tail would be wagging. Before he could say anything she quickly pecked his mouth and nose with rapid, motherly kisses. She was hungry for him too.

Jack chuckled. "Hey!"

"Sorry! You taste too good. I love your flavor."

Jack smirked at her ego-boosting compliment. "Did you get enough of me? Or are you still hungry?"

"I don't think I could ever get enough of you!"

"Still, after you made such a wonderful meal for me I think it's only fair that I feed you in return..." Jack held up the can of whipped cream. "Doncha think?" He shook the can persuasively.

Chloe flashed a cheshire smile.

"Open wide," was all Jack said.

Chloe opened her jaws as wide as she could, her tongue outstretched for good measure. Like when the doctor orders to say ahhhh. Jack proceeded to spray an even larger mound of whipped cream on top of her flattened tongue, then watched as she gulped it all down with one swallow.

"Taste good?"

Chloe beamed. "Yummy!"

"Have some more..." Jack sprayed a dollop on his index finger and held it out for her.

Chloe took his hand by the wrist and guided it to her mouth. She closed her lips around his knuckle and sucked on his finger, hollowing her cheeks in the process. As she sucked on his finger, twirling her tongue naughtily around his fingertip, she made shameless direct eye contact with him. Jack whimpered slightly as his mother suckled on his digit. Then, abruptly, she released his finger from her mouth, giving it a few parting licks and nimble kisses.

"Still taste good?" Jack asked.

"Uh-huh..." Chloe said, still holding his hand. She held his palm to her face and rubbed her cheek against it.

"Have some more then." Jack took the whipped cream can lower and began to spray the fluffy white cream all over his groin, smothering his pubes in the cloud-like cream. Going lower, he sprayed his own pendulous balls with a healthy layer of the foamy desert, before creating a ribboning trail of it along his veiny, flagpole cock like drizzling mustard on a hot dog. Jack put the whipped cream down on the table and pushed his hips outward, presenting his whip cream smothered member to his mother. "Go ahead," he said. "Taste me. Lick me clean," he insisted.

Chloe's eyes were fixated on the cream-covered desert Jack made his sexy cock into, licked her lips, then, upon hearing her son's insistent demands, instantly bent down to her knees. She grabbed a small decorative towel and laid it down in front of her to cushion her knees against the tile floor of the kitchen. On her knees, covered in whipped cream herself, she looked up at Jack over his arrow-length cock and placed her hands tenderly on Jack's hips, sliding them up and down, sensually.

Jack shivered at her touch. He reached forward and steadied himself on the counter.

This was going to be Jack's first blowjob, Chloe thought. And it was going to be anything but plain, both because of the whipped cream and because of the special relationship he had with the girl who would bestow it upon him. Chloe decided to warm Jack up with just a little bit of teasing. She started licking the whipped cream off of his low hanging ball sack.

Jack exhaled at the exotic new sensation his mother was giving him directly to the scrotum. He leaned his head back, squeezing the rim of the counter, trying to just allow whatever kinkiness his mother had in mind to happen to him.

Her tongue dapped and licked at his musty balls until the abundant whipped cream was wiped away and she was tasting his exposed scrotum, savoring the fleshy, musty flavor of her son's balls. She took one ball into her mouth, then the other. Jack felt slightly uneasy having his most precious organs between a woman's jaws, but that uneasiness was soothed whenever he felt the tender kisses to his cock and was reminded that the cock starved woman in question was his own loving mother.

When his balls were sufficiently tongue-bathed and squeaky clean, Chloe moved on to lick the whipped cream off of the tantalizing pillar of dick meat quivering just in front of her face. She dragged her tongue languidly along the underside of his boner. Jack could feel the bumps of her taste buds dragging along his hypersensitive erection. He loved the feeling of being tasted... sampled. Even savored. Especially by such a gorgeous woman.

Chloe lathered the swollen, purple helmet of his cock head with her own adventurous, naughty tongue, lapping up all the delectable precum her hopelessly horny boy was secreting from his hyperactive glands. Jack could only brace the countertop while his knees trembled and threatened to buckle. He moaned like the needy, overstimulated virgin he was and in a strangely demented way, his whimpering triggered something resembling a prey drive within Chloe's maternal, mammalian mind.

Wishing to cease her torturous oral administrations towards her son's cock, Chloe abruptly inhaled Jack's prick with an almost animalistic appetite. Once her lips made that soft, unbreakable seal around his shaft, Jack let out an embarrassed cry and Chloe went straight to work, giving her boy a first blowjob that he would never forget. She suckled and sucked and massaged his pulsing dick with her mouth and throat, humming and cooing with her lips sealed on his knob, sending subtle vibrations up and down his rod. Every flick of her tongue was like a calculated chess move. Jack could feel her skill and expertise as a former whore was on full display for him. Her cheeks hollowed from the suction and without holding back anything she choked herself on her boy's meaty pole like a cock-starved slut. Drool and spittle oozed from between her lips and Jack's shaft as she slid her face forward and backwards, throat bulging from within.

Gently, Jack thrusted his hips ever so slightly, enhancing the sizzling friction between his cock and her lips. Feeling the benefits, Jack started more firmly and more confidently bucking his hips, lightly fucking his mother's beautiful, adorable face.

Jack took his hands off the counter and grabbed Chloe's head, his fingers digging into her dark brown locks while he started humping her face with desperation. His ballsack began lightly smacking into her chin while her nose was shoved into the bush of his pubic hair.

Jack grunted, groaned and strained. His cock was submerged in hot, slippery goodness. Chloe didn't just suck on his cock--she savored it. She relished his flavor. Jack felt on top of the world with such a big booty bombshell on her knees for him and her mouth around his cock. The fact that it was his mother only increased the naughty pleasure of it. At this moment, Jack was totally content and happy. He wanted this beautiful moment of maternal oral sex to last forever. Unfortunately however, Jack looked down. And when he did, Jack saw his own beautiful, sweet and loving mother, totally naked except for smearings of whipped cream, on her knees before him, her puckered lips wrapped around the base of his swollen cock. Her hair was adorably messy, her face a mask of submissive contentment and subdued appetite, and the feature that made Jack completely undone--her eyes. Big, dark brown eyes, wide-open and looking up at him with so much love and adoration. A look that was almost innocent despite the shameless lewdness of her current actions. That adorable, sexy gaze paired with the tongue lapping at the knob of his hypersensitive cock and Jack simply couldn't help orgasming. His balls tightened, he felt a fuzzy, warm wave wash over him, and before he could even realize his body's betrayal, ropes of cum were already being unleashed. Jack cursed his own cock. He didn't want to cum again so soon. And more than that, he didn't want to cum down his mom's throat, he wanted to splatter her face with his semen...

Fortunately, Chloe and Jack had a bond that almost let them read each other's minds.

Chloe, mentally sensing both her son's orgasm as well as his desire to paint her face with his spunk, released his quivering, slippery member from her mouth and held it close to her face while Jack's orgasm erupted like a geyser.

Like a fully loaded cannon, Jack's pulsating dick shot ropes of pearly white cum on Chloe's almost angelic face, painting her lovely, statuesque visage in his own nectar of love. His cum was thin and watery. He splattered himself on her forehead and semi-transparent droplets ran down her face. Another shot smeared onto her nose and left cheek. Then a final explosive burst on her mouth and chin. Her wholesome features were dripping with sticky, oozing, almost slimy cum. The post-orgasmic high that washed over Jack as the last sputtering dollops of cum dribbled out was magnified by the knowledge that his newfound satisfaction came about from degrading his own mother. She really wasn't any different from the sluts on pornhub who get daily facials.

"Oh Jack... you glazed me so nicely," Chloe said, licking the corner of her mouth and wiping cum from her eye. Jack's softening penis was still as close to her face as before and it almost looked like she was talking into his prick as though it were a microphone.

Jack was still catching his breath. He rubbed his own body. He was all goosebumps. "That felt amazing. You're so good at this..."

"Good at what?" Chloe asked, smirking.

"You know what," Jack breathed.

"Maybe I don't..." Chloe quickly licked his softening knob. Jack hissed in strained pleasure. His cockhead felt raw with sensitivity.

"Don't make me say it..."

"Maybe I want to hear you say it..." she cooed as she rubbed her cheek against his shaft, lovingly.

"You're so good at being a total slut. An absolute whore. No girl my age could compete with your body, and definitely not your skills. Maybe that's what I should call you from now on... my whore."

Chloe wouldn't object to such a title. She saw it as a compliment. Honestly, her son could name her anything she wanted and she'd accept it obediently. After all, Chloe named him. It was only fair they made it even.

"C'mere slut," Jack demanded, arms opening.

Chloe stood and Jack hugged her. Their soft bodies pressed warmly together. Her head rested on his shoulder while he stroked her long hair. "That doesn't feel right either... you're not just a fat-assed whore. Or a big booty slut. I love you so much it aches." Jack held her sweetly sticky body to his and squeezed her tightly. "You are definitely fat-assed though..."

"I'm such a filthy mess. Sticky all over. You totally coated my face too. This dirty girl needs a bath! Or maybe a shower..."

"Sh-shower?"

"Mhm. A nice, steamy, refreshing shower."

"Yeah. Right. You... you should go then. Wash up..."

Chloe looked at Jack curiously, then silently turned and sauntered out the kitchen and to the staircase, purposely swaying her hips to accentuate the hypnotizing jiggle she knew she made.

Jack's feet stayed put. Frozen to the ground.

"Jack?"

He looked at her, her body perfectly posed in the doorway.

"Won't you join me...?"

Jack, hypnotized by her wonderful offer, wordlessly followed after her. Despite now orgasming twice today, Jack was still as spellbound as ever towards his mother's unendingly beautiful ass which seemed to remain naked for his viewing pleasure always now. It was the beautiful, maternal booty that Jack obediently followed up the stairs, down the hall, and in through his mother's bedroom. Like a worker bee hopelessly following his queen. Jack's breathing abruptly intensified after entering the master bedroom.

"I want to play a game with you, honey. Bring to life one of your sexual fantasies. A little bit of roleplay. I'll play mom. You'll play Jack," she tapped his nose. "My Jack. You'll pretend to stumble upon my open bathroom door and you'll peek inside, and then... Well, I'll take it from there. Do you understand?"

Jack's heart was thumping in his throat and ears. He nodded, mouth slightly open.

His mother smiled a beautiful cheshire grin and placed a soft hand on his face. Her thumb grazed the corner of his lips. Jack leaned his head into her tender touch. With that small but infinitely assuring affirmation of overwhelmingly maternal affection, Chloe entered her bathroom, looking over her shoulder at her confused and horny son a final time before closing the door.

Anxiety spiked in Jack. He didn't want to be cut off from her, from touching or seeing her. But his anxiety was soothed when the lock on the door did not click. The door cracked with a small sliver of light from within. The tan tile of the bathroom gave off a warm glow. Jack heard the shower start, and as if that was a Pavlovian cue his cock instantly stiffened, and started climbing up--up.

Awkwardly, Jack grasped his half-hard penis and began absent-mindedly stroking his length, more for comfort than pleasure. He focused on the door. He could sometimes see movement from the glowing gap between door and frame, impossible to make out yet somehow tantalizingly erotic. Jack focused on the door itself. He strained his eyes trying to somehow see past it, as though he were Superman trying to use X-Ray vision to spy on innocent Lois Lane as she bathed. Superman would never do something like that, Jack thought. But Lois Lane never had such amazing booty as his mother either... If she did, Superman would understand completely.

Frustrated as well as feeling weak in the knees and light-headed, Jack leaned against the wall, right next to the door. He was dizzy with lust. With his ear closer to the door, Jack could faintly hear the movements within the bathroom over the constant droning of the shower. Little footsteps from naked feet. Just knowing her ass was jiggling with each of those steps was enough to harden his cock even faster.

Jack then heard something else: singing. His mother's voice. Beautiful and melodic as ever. Honey to the ears. She was not singing any song in particular, just the daydreamy vocalizations of a contented woman. Jack didn't know if it sounded more romantic or maternal, but didn't care a shred one way or the other. Her singing grew louder, as though she were trying to overpower the sound of the shower with her voice. Maybe to get his attention...

Jack stopped his feverish masterbating as his eyes shot open. Was this the signal to come and join her perhaps? Jack looked to the door, his cheek pressed against the drywall, his hand holding his throbbing schlong. Hot steam wafted out the gap, and it smelled of cocoanut soap. Jack ached to join his mother in there. Join her in her bathing, as well as her nakedness. To be not only trusted with her nakedness, but to be entitled to it. Just as a husband would be. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to control himself. He concentrated on the cool wall to his back and tried to obliterate it with his mind, as though sheer desire alone could dissolve all boundaries between him and his naked mom. Or, more specifically, dissolve all boundaries between his throbbing erection and that delicious, wobbling, constantly jiggling--

A deliberate noise. The sound of a shampoo bottle or something falling to the tiled floor. The sound snapped Jack out of his incestuous, analcentric lust-fueled trance. Then his mother's voice. "Oh no! I dropped my bodywash!" Like she was reading a line from a script.

That was the signal. Jack just knew it. Jack pushed the bathroom door open, widening the gap completely. Inside, Jack saw exactly what he expected but still wasn't at all prepared for the uncensored sight before him.

Chloe was bending over, pretending to pick up a bottle of bodywash, her upturned mommy booty pointed straight at her precious boy. Her heavy cheeks were lightly parted, offering Jack a prime view of her precious holes, especially that wonderful tiny little butthole. His mother, naked, ass turned to him, oblivious to his presence. Except Chloe was anything but oblivious in actuality. This whole game was a show just for her son. She felt his eyes feasting on her ass. Even after several seconds she was still bent over, hand on the bottle, but not yet picking it up.

"Mom..." Jack croaked, his voice dry.

Chloe turned, but still remained bent over. "Oh, sweetie!" She sang. Then she straightened up, holding the bottle. "What are you doing? Were you watching, Mommy?" Her expression was inquisitive.

"Yes..." Jack said.

"Aw, that's so sweet. I love that you were watching me. Did you see everything you wanted? Come inside... take a closer look."

Jack stepped forward.

"Ah ah ah, close the door behind you, sweetie. You and I need our privacy, don't we?"

"Yeah..." Jack closed the door behind him and locked it. He looked back to his lovely, naked Mom.

Her smile was friendly. "Come closer, baby. Come here. There's no need to be shy. You're right where you belong. There's no place I can go where you can't follow."

Jack came closer. He put his arms around her and held her sizzling hot body to his. He cooed in relaxation and pleasure as he felt the sensual bliss of skin on skin.

"You wanted to see me naked, right?"

Jack nodded, clinging to her and never wanting to let go.

"That's okay... it's okay. It's only natural. You should want to see me naked. I'm glad you want to see me naked. You have every right to see every part of my body I have to offer you. I won't ever deny you... I promise."

"Okay, Mom..." he breathes. "I love you so much."

"I know. Now tell me what you need."

"Wha--?"

"I said tell me what you want, what you need!"

His answer came quickly. "Booty! Give me that booty, Mom!"

Immediately, Chloe disentangled herself from Jack's body and as quick as anything turned, leaned forward and touched her toes, making her softly rounded ass the tallest part of her. Her limber legs were bent slightly while she put her hands flat on the bathroom tile. Her voluptuous cheeks were lightly parted and revealed her adorable, gentle, little, pink butthole. Chloe was whatever her son needed her to be. If it was a caring mother, then of course she'd be that, and if he just needed a big ass to act as a living sex toy to masturbate with, then she'd be that too. "Here you go!"

Just as quickly, Jack got down on his knees, slapped his hands onto her buttcheeks and held on for dear life, smothering his face between those obscenely sexy buns. Just as his tongue began to explore, and it seemed they were going to repeat the glutinous ass feast from both the kitchen and the garden, his mother abruptly and almost cruelly removed the loving plumpness of her booty away from his face.

Jack, on his knees with his cock peg-hard, could only watch the object of his endless, pent-up lust jiggle away from him, tantalizingly.

Chloe looked down at her son with an apologetic but smoldering look. "I'm sorry, but I really need to shower, baby. I'm so dirty." Her body was still streaked with chocolate stains and there was a general stickiness about her. She was indeed dirty.

Chloe opened the glass door of the shower, where the water had been running all this time. It was definitely scolding hot by now. Steam flooded out rapidly, fogging the mirror and engulfing Jack's nude body in its tender, misty warmth. Before Chloe could step foot inside the shower, Jack stood up. "I want to shower with you!"

Chloe turned back and pretended to be surprised. "You want to shower with Mommy?"

"Uh-huh." Jack nodded eagerly, stepping closer with his cock inflating between his legs rapidly like an emergency raft.

Chloe smiled brightly. "Aw, you want to spend time with me in the shower? That's so sweet. You wanna get clean with Mommy? Are you a dirty boy? Only dirty boys need to be cleaned."

"Yes. I'm a dirty boy. I need to be bathed. I want to be clean."

Chloe giggled. As much as she loved indulging her son's every whim, she did get a sneaky satisfaction out of teasing him. Only a little bit though. She stepped inside the steamy shower and beckoned Jack inside with a curling and uncurling finger. "Come on in, sweetie. Come on. That's it. Come get in the shower with Mommy. Don't be shy. All boys need to bathe with their mothers every once in a while. Come on in... come and join, Mommy! Be with me!"

At Chloe's erotic coaxing, Jack entered the steamy glass chamber of the shower. The cobblestone floor kissed his feet. Chloe took him by the arms and led him in. When the stream of high pressure water hit him he hissed and scrambled out of the way. The water was scalding, yet his mother was unphased by the heat as if she were a lava nymph.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, honey! Is the water too hot?"

"Yeah," Jack said, his back to the corner. His mind was too preoccupied with his mother's nakedness for him to focus too hard on anything else.

"Mommy will fix it," Chloe said, turning to adjust the water temperature and, in doing so, show off her mommy booty to her son, only deepening his lustful stupor. Jack felt like he was losing all his faculties, and couldn't be any more grateful for that fact. He wanted to be mindless right now. Let his little head do the thinking rather than his big one.

Once the water was modified, she turned back to her son. "There, the water will cool down, but it'll take a minute." She came closer to him. Jack looked down at her, staring at her dangling breasts. He could feel the heat coming off her body... in particular her bald loins. "If you ease into it," she said, "it won't hurt so bad..." she put her hands on his shoulders and gingerly pulled him into the stream of water with her.

Jack allowed himself to be pulled, and let out a soft hiss when he touched the water, but did not pull away. "Still hot," he said.

"Mommy likes it hot. It's so comfortable. I know you'll get used to it. Just relax and ease into it..." Her voice was smokey.

Gingerly, Jack slowly put himself beneath the shower of steaming water and acclimated to it, just so he could be nearer to his fetchingly nude mother.

While Jack seemed to be all-consumed with lewd ideas concerning his calipygian mother, Chloe seemed to be trying to act disinterested in her son's presence. Not necessarily to act as if this whole situation weren't erotic--because Chloe herself thought it was--but because she wanted to reinforce that this eroticism not only is but should be normal. She wanted her son to think this was not just acceptable, but was to be the new normal from now on. Chloe grabbed a bar of soap and started lathering it over her curvaceous form, humming pleasantly to herself.

"I want to help," Jack said suddenly.

Chloe gave an innocent look and handed him the bar of soap. "Awww, wanna help me get clean? Be my guest..."

"I'm gonna make Mommy squeaky clean."

Jack rubbed the bar against her heavy breasts, then lathered them with groping, horny hands until she was wearing a bra of suds. Then he soaped up her belly, and her hips, washing away stray smears of chocolate or streaks of whipped cream, and lower, and lower... Chloe started giggling as he lathered up her pussy, rubbing his palm into the open flower of her as of yet ignored vaginal opening. Chloe stared at him with smoldering eyes as he did so, grinding into his hand wantingly as he finally paid some attention to her pussy. That didn't last long though.

As a result of his washing of her pussy, Chloe had her back leaning against the tile wall. Jack took her by the shoulder and pulled her away, forcing her to the adjacent glass wall next to the door of the shower. Her motherly melons were smooshed up against the foggy glass, her nipples becoming pressed circles.

"I have to clean the back too, Mommy." Jack said. "Especially this--"

The hearty and somewhat clumsy slap on her right asscheek clued Chloe in to what exactly he was referring to. "Mommy's booty? Is it dirty?"

"Oh, it's a dirty dirty booty," Jack said playfully.

Chloe was pleased that her son was really getting into character and leaning into the silliness of this whole thing.

"And it's so big too..." Another sharp slap to the other cheek, but not before Jack petted and squeezed it.

"Big booty?" Chloe smirked while she spread her legs slightly.

"Yes, Mommy. It's a huuuuge booty. I might have to use all the soap to clean it." Jack rubbed the dwindling bar of soap against her left buttcheek. Wet, shiny and endlessly jiggly. Once her wobbling globes were sufficiently soaped, Jack abandoned the used up bar, now little more than a sliver, and grabbed both cheeks forcefully, his hungry hands and fingers sinking deeply into the yielding booty flesh.

"Ugh, Mommy's booty is too big!" After minutes of intense, needless scrubbing, the scrap of soap had completely dissolved, yet Jack continued to rub and scrub and lather every acre of exposed ass intensely and thoroughly. Chloe remained pressed against the glass, mouth slightly agape, thighs trembling to be spread, hands against the moist and hot tiling.

"The soap's all gone, Mommy..." calling her Mommy still felt unnervingly wrong. The taste of it was like slightly curdled milk. Still sweet but with a sour trace within. It made him cringe, yet he could think of nothing else to call her. Jack was determined to force himself to enjoy that word as it crossed his lips, even if it felt futile. "Your big booty used it all up."

Jack quietly took the shower wand off of its mount.

"Time to rinse..."

Abruptly, Chloe felt a hard drizzle of steaming water on her soapy bottom. The shower wand had intense water pressure, and her meaty rump absorbed the harshness of it well enough, but there was the slight sensation that tiny drills of water were burrowing into her flesh. Because of this she let out a whisper of a groan that was drowned out by the roar of the shower.

Jack wielded the shower wand as though it were a new toy. He rinsed off the round globes of her ass eagerly, enjoying the sight of the soap diluting and running down her ass and legs until her bottom was clear and shiny. Removing the covering of suds made it feel akin to undressing her. Chloe let out a horny coo and wiggled in delight.

Jack, stroking his now fully hard penis, started tapping and then smacking his hard schlong against his mom's right buttcheek. He drummed her ass with the pole of cock eagerly, trying to get a beat going.

Chloe giggled at her boy's stiff dick thumping on her butt. "Jack, sweetiepie, grab the baby oil."

Jack looked at her. "Huh? Baby oil?"

Again, a flirtatious giggle. She pointed at the bottle on the lower shelf. "Trust me," she said, arching her back seductively and looking deliciously seductive.

Jack grabbed the bottle. He looked to his mother, cock quivering and awaiting further instruction. Although, he had a very good guess as to what the oil was to be for... or rather on.

"Mmm baby oil is wonderful for the skin. Keeps it smooth and soft. See how nice and soft it's been keeping my bottom?" She guided his hand to her bottom. Jack rubbed the soft skin. Like satin. "That's the baby oil sweetie. Now do Mama a favor and take that nice baby oil and coat my entire booty in it. Cover it all in oil."

"Y-yes, ma'am!"

Jack popped the cap and turned it completely upside down, then applied a generous coating of the clear, slippery liquid all over his mother's planet-sized buns. The oil drizzled down the round curves of her ass in slick, clear pearl-sized droplets. Chloe gyrated her hips ever-so slowly to assist in the oil's coverage. In his excitement, Jack shook the bottle back and forth, chuckling almost manically and adding an amount of oil so excessive it was downright wasteful, but neither mother or son cared. They wanted to indulge.

When Jack got bored of applying the sweetly scented oil, he practically tossed the bottle aside and grabbed two hand-fuls of oiled up ass to fondle. He spread the oil around the taught yet bouncy skin. Chloe hummed in appeasement. "Giving Mommy a nice little booty massage?"

"Uh-huh..." Jack said as he parted and unparted her asscheeks.

"Mmm that's it. Rub it in there. Hmm! Don't be shy! Really get in there! Ooooh yes, that's my boy... rub it into every crease. Ah, good boy. Coat the whole booty in that lovely oil. Keep Mommy's booty nice and young, and tight."

Jack giggled. "It's like a booty potion!" Jack heard himself and suddenly felt very silly. When he heard his mother's amused laughter he was afraid he spoiled the moment, but was relieved when she spoke.

"Mmm that's exactly right. It's a magic booty potion... so rub that potion all over my booty. So come on! Hop to it!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Jack said as if to a commanding officer.

Jack's massage became less horny and more purposeful. His strong hands glided frictionlessly along her the globes of her buttcheeks trying to rub copious oil thoroughly into every pore until the coat was totally even and fairly distributed among the vast world of Chloe's ass. When he felt his task was achieved, he complimented his own work with a firm slap to the ass that made his mother moan. "Mmm! That booty potion has your booty looking so nice, Mommy. So perfect."

"Thank you..." Chloe said cutely. Suddenly, she turned around. Her chocolate brown hair was heavy and wet, clinging together in large thick tendrils that also sealed to her skin in lovely curls and swirls. Jack could make out the exact shape of her adorable head with her hair soaked. He wanted to kiss her on the very crown of her head.

She looked at him with naughty, playful eyes. "But it's not just for booties you know."

The way she emphasized the word booties made Jack shiver.

Chloe grabbed the bottle to her side and poured a generous amount into the palm of her hand. "It's for cocks too!" she said as she grabbed Jack's fully inflated penis almost aggressively.

Jack was suddenly powerless. He backed up against the wall where his mother then pinned him there, powerless to his mother's pleasure-filled grip. He was helpless, as holding his achingly hard cock in her hand was the same as her holding Jack himself in her hand. Chloe leaned in close and whispered, "Easy. Good boy. That's it. Let Mommy pleasure you. Good boy." Her husky whispers swished inside his ear while her hand frantically pumped his oil-slick boner. She wasn't slowly stroking him as she did before, she was masterbating his swollen member with a friction and tightness that made him audibly moan. Jack tried to hold back his moans, mistakenly thinking they were unattractive, but to Chloe they were anything but. She only increased her frenzied jerking to coax more delicious bellows of uncontrollable pleasure from her boy. "That's it... good boy..." she assured while peppering his neck in kisses.

Minutes of this intense handjob went by. Chloe didn't want to admit it, but her wrist was getting tired. She was sure he was going to cum again. Why hadn't he? Was he trying to last for her sake? That wouldn't do... today was all about his pleasure. The focus was Jack and nothing but Jack. She wanted him to release his load and squirt it out onto the shower floor to be rinsed away down the drain. Or perhaps he'd shoot a load hard enough to splatter the fogged glass of the shower door. Then she could make a spectacle of herself licking it off. But no matter how quickly she slid her closed fist up and down his slippery shaft, he either wouldn't or couldn't cum. Maybe coaxing was what he needed...

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for, Mommy," she said in between labored breaths. Chloe couldn't keep this up much longer.

"I can't cum, Mom..." Jack groaned, his voice dripping with frustration.

"Are your balls empty?" Chloe asked, filled with concern. She figured he would still have some small amount left she could top out. While she was concerned, her hand slowed its frenetic jerking speed, and this seemed to frustrate Jack even more.

"Ugh! I don't want to cum here..." he growled.

"Where, sweetie? Tell me where!" Chloe urged, her wet body pressing into his.

Jack wrapped his arm around her waist and his hand squeezed her ass. Chloe got the idea instantly. Was he ready for this? Was she ready for this, she wondered. Evidently, that didn't matter. If she didn't give him what he wanted he was going to take it.

She pressed her mouth to his face. It was less of a kiss and more of smooshing of mouths against each other. Then she twisted her body around and put her hands to the glass, bending over in the process to gently part her bubble butt, showing exposed pussy lips and an adorably light and puckered bootyhole.

Jack's entire body became flushed with wild, teenage hormones. Euphoria filled him like water pouring into a glass. In this lustful, dream-like trance he was blissfully unaware of any reality beyond this shower chamber. A universe where the only inhabitants were himself and his mother... his wonderful, generous, all-giving mother. And now she was offering something even more. Still, the very last shreds of a societally imposed taboo to incest choked him. The slightest bit of hesitation while every other cell of his body screamed at him to push himself deep in the hole he had already tasted and explore it with his member. For the smallest of moments, Jack was paralyzed with uncertainty.

But that small moment was all Chloe needed to sense the hesitation in her son. She knew him as well and as intimately as anyone could ever understand another. "Do it, Jack. Fuck me. Fuck this ass. Fuck me here in this shower. I want you to have me... have my booty for yourself. I want to belong to you, honey. You're the only boy I've ever needed. Be mine... and I'll be yours... All you have to do is fuck me in my ass!"

The last of Jack's inhibitions died as those words left his mother's mouth.

With his hands gripping her wide hips he pushed himself forward. Jack pressed the swollen purple helmet of his cock head against the puckered hole of his mother's oiled up booty and with furious lust he pushed through, penetrating her gummy butt ring and slowly feeding his cock into his mother's ass. Chloe cried out, more intensely than Jack ever heard before. He was momentarily worried he somehow injured her, but when he took a moment to study her face--a mask of heavenly pleasure--his concerns were swayed and he continued to slowly push himself deeper and deeper into the warm, snuggly, as of yet unexplored, rectum of his dear mother.

The process was slower than Jack thought. He expected his mother's anus to welcome him inside eagerly, all but vacuuming his dick up inside itself in a gluttonously pornographic manner. Instead, he was slowly feeding his cock into the hungry but resisting anus inch by inch. The tight seal of her butt ring clung needily to his burgeoning shaft, squeezing occasionally whenever her asshole twitched or winked. Those brief instances of rectal squeezing made Jack sing with a barely audible moan.

At some point, Jack expected to be halted entirely. As if he would at some point meet a 'dead end' within her warm, snuggly chute. But to his amazement and joy there was no such barrier. Her rubbery rectum seemed to be never-ending and endlessly stretching as if to accommodate this unexpected penile visitor. Finally, after an agonizingly slow descent Jack had finally managed to bury himself right down to hilt in his mother's booty. Her cushioned butt cheeks pressed into his groin as if a reward for his completion. For a moment, Jack ceased moving at all and simply basked in the glory of his cock being completely submerged in not only the most beautiful and most bouncy booty ever, but also being within his own mother's body. He felt joined with her, linked in a way that Jack never wanted to separate from. He squeezed her hips wantonly, and was reassured by his mother's lustful moans that she felt precisely the same way. Jack could listen to her slutty moans all day. They had a smokey and melodic quality, and on top of that, Jack simply delighted in the feeling of giving his mother such pleasure.

"Don't stop, Jack!" she finally cried, in between tortured groaning.

"I'm--I'm already all the way in! Oh fuck... I'm completely inside you, ahhh fuck yes... oh this feels amazing! I've waited so long for this! I'm finally in your ass!"

Chloe's fingers slid down fogged glass making a warbling sound. She saw her image in the mirror in front of her. Naked, wet, tits pressed against the glass, her son behind her with his hands gripping her hips. She felt her son's meaty, horsecock which had impaled her MILFy ass totally. She felt a surge of pride in her that no mother could ever be as close or as connected as she was with her precious Jack at this very moment.

"I love having you inside meee!" she cried. "Your cock is so fucking big, baby. It feels so good in my ass. Fuck me with it, sweetie. Please! Fuck Mommy with that big beautiful dick right now!"

"Are you sure, Mom? You're still so tight!"

"Pleeeease Jack, just do it! Please just fuck me. Fuck me right in my ass. Fuck my booty please! Ahhhhh!"

Chloe groaned in slight disappointment as she felt her beautiful boy slowly pulling his gorgeous cock from the sheath of her anus, leaving behind a sad and empty sensation deep in her bowels. It was necessary she realized in order for her son to properly fuck her, but still it was no less distressing.

Jack slowly extracted his length, and would be just as disappointed if he wasn't given both the sight and sensation of his Mom's clingy, needy bootyhole squeezing his shaft tightly as if trying to keep him inside, buried in the gorgeous ass of his dreams. Her sphincter dragged along his meaty girth until finally, just when the head of his cock was about to pop free entirely and leave Chloe's ass completely unoccupied, Jack bucked his hips swiftly and plunged his full length back into the glorious booty chute of his mother with less than half the resistance it presented earlier. As if his Mother's ass was learning all over how to accept cock.

"Ahhh!" Chloe cried like a slut in heat. "That's it! That's the way to do it! Fill Mommy's big booty back up with that beautiful cock! Stuff my ass with that big dick. I love it so much!"

Pulling out again with a grunting heave, Jack slid the Excalibur of his slippery dick from the enchanted stone that was his mother's beautiful booty. His eyes stayed trained on the oily, distended butt ring that continued to cling to him like a needy little thing as he pulled out far enough to threaten total withdrawal, only to slam back in with irreverence, plugging the socket of her butthole with an ease that made it seem his birthright.

With mother's rectum fully surrendered to him, Jack began to plunder his Mother's precious booty, trying to syphon off as much pleasure as he could from the distended orifice in a frenzied, ass-fucking tempo. He started to bounce against her bubble butt cheeks and became entranced in watching their majestic jiggling in tandem with her stretched and re-stretched anus as his cock pistoned into her oily bowels.

As he fucked her harder and harder, his body got closer and closer to hers. He all but pressed his chest against her arching back, the touch of his mother's bare wet skin was electric to him. He felt the heavy wet locks of her chocolate hair tangle and stick to his front as though they too were reaching out to embrace him in a maternal hold. Jack fantasized about her long, beautiful hair coming to life and spreading and growing all around him, wrapping her locks around his limbs, not to bind him--simply to hold him. To keep him near to her forever. Not to keep him imprisoned, but to protect against anyone or anything that would try to pry him away from her tender warmth.

As her son fucked her ass from behind like a stallion, Chloe's fingers trailed down her wet belly and in between her plush thighs, towards the sopping wet slit that up to this point had been completely neglected. Slowly and in sync with her son's butt fucking melody, she started to feverishly massage her clit. Suddenly, her body began to shudder with the erotic shock-waves of phantom orgasms spasming throughout her motherly form. As she played with herself she thought of Jack. She thought of how he was fucking her. Was he really a virgin, she wondered. Or just that good? There was an animalistic and manly aspect to how he fucked her ass; the primal lust of a hot blooded male who simply wanted to jam his dick into the nearest suitable hole and pound for release. But there was a strange sort of gentleness that accented it. A boyish want to not only keep from hurting his mother, but also attempt to pleasure her as best he could. Chloe could feel it in the way he gripped her hips--not just a mark of possession, although it partially was, but a way for him to turn to her for reassurance and stability. A request she gladly fulfilled by leaning against his hot, lean body as best she could. Soon her head fit into the crook of his neck like puzzle pieces connecting perfectly.

The combination of her masturbating fingers and her son's unruly and girthy cock sodomizing her as lovingly as possible was a concoction that Chloe knew was the beginning of a chain reaction that would inevitably result in orgasm. Her skin felt raw and hypersensitive to all stimuli--the scolding hot water droplets, as well as the manly touch of her son which seemed to be surrounding her. How she wished she could burrow into her son's body and stay there like a welcomed parasite. Or even better--have her son meld back into her own body to keep them inseparable forever. Maybe he fucked her asshole deeply enough her demented wish would come true...

Jack's energized, jack-rabit-style fuckfest had stabilized into a slower, but every bit as intense, buttfucking. Years of pent up sexual frustration and internalized mommy issues were now given the perfect outlet in which to express themselves--Chloe's defenseless bootyhole. Jack vented his lust out on his Mother's brutalized booty and he experienced a catharsis he never before anticipated. Jack had within him the tiniest sliver of resentment towards his mother, not for mistreating him, but for being so wonderful and perfect and being totally unavailable to him by virtue of being his mother. He also harbored a slight grudge against the wonderful and amazing ass of his dreams for inspiring so much passion and desire in him that he was utterly powerless to satisfy except for the meager relief his hands and endless online pornography could grant him. But now Jack had the very same booty which had taunted and tantalized him, the booty which enchanted him with the blessed curse of endless butt-lust and an unquenchable ass fetish, and it was at his mercy. Jack was elated to finally dispense justice to his mother's insidiously beautiful booty. To plunder it as he pleased. And plundered it he did...

Jack fucked his mother in the ass. He fucked her until his hips were sore and his legs were crying out for relief. His thighs burned as he continued to pump himself deeply into Chloe's anal passage, trying fruitlessly to somehow go deeper, to somehow push further, to somehow penetrate her in a new, never before seen way. As Jack tried hopelessly to achieve this goal, his body knew what he didn't--that climax was not just inevitable but desirable. Jack didn't want this to end. He wanted to stay in this shower--in this bubble of butt fucking and sweet incestuous love for eternity. To never again feel what it was like to not have his cock constantly enveloped in the welcoming snugness of ass. But biology overrode fantasies. A warm sensation traveled up from just below his navel, filling his chest and then his extremities. He felt delightfully tingly and numb all over and fluffy on the inside as though he were being enveloped in a warm, fuzzy blanket. He bucked his hips, and he bucked his hips, and he bucked once more and--

Jack's vision went blurry and his ears popped. A surge of power ran along his long, teenage cock as he pressed his entire being into his mother, trying to touch as much of her skin with his skin. His hands removed themselves from the lovely curves of Chloe's hips and placed themselves over Chloe's hands that remained pressed to the moist glass of the shower wall. Her hands slid down slightly making a faint sound, and Jack's hands squeezed hers, interlocking. Jack bellowed in euphoria and from anguish. His body was betraying him... and yet it was a sweet mutiny.

For an instant, Chloe looked straight up and her brown eyes locked with Jack's blue ones. Both of their mouths were gaping in unbridled pleasure, and both mother and son felt themselves being almost cruelly thrown over the precipice. Their orgasms erupted within their bodies, and they shivered and trembled together like leaves swept in a violent storm.

Jack's third load of this special day was finally unleashed deep inside his mother's rectal passage and Chloe could feel his virile seed gushing forth and painting her rubbery anal walls in a crashing torrent. Simultaneuously, Chloe's own sexually frustrated body was finally climaxing after a decade-long dry spell. She was cumming as a result of live, flesh and blood cock, not a lifeless vibrator or her own fingers. The fact that the flesh and blood in question happened to be her own only magnified the awe-inspiring pleasure. She had cum as though it were the first time again. She actually saw stars. Her asshole spasmed and flexed around the base of her son's meaty dick as a torrent of crystal-clear nectar gushed from her pussy like a geyser, splashing Jack's already soaked legs. Jack's hands squeezed hers even tighter as her malfunctioning asshole massaged and hugged his sputtering penis. After he felt like his balls were shriveled up raisins, the stream of cum finally petered out into tiny droplets and then nothing. The massive load he unleashed was already seeping out in the seam between his shaft and his mother's butt ring and running down her leg as though the white, pearly cum was just another droplet of shower water. Jack inched his prick out ever so slightly and slowly pushed back in, a small affirmation of affection as well as a triumphant declaration. He had finally fucked his mother's ass after years of longing to.

Once both of them had sufficiently caught their breath and their minds floated back down from the euphoria of post-orgasmic bliss, the first thing they did was kiss. Jack used his fingers to turn Chloe's chin and their lips came together like magnets. It was a brief, congratulatory kiss to seal the incestuous act they committed.

"I love you so much, Mom," Jack breathed after their kiss.

Chloe's hand came up and wrapped itself around his head to keep him close. "I love you more than you can know..." she whispered in a husky tone.

"I think I have a good idea..."

They kissed again, deeply this time. Jack's cock stayed plugged inside her thoroughly fucked asshole as it slowly softened. One hand cupped her left breast and the other slid up and down her moist thigh. As long as he stayed firmly wedged inside her, the moment wasn't completely lost.

"Turn off the water, sweetie," Chloe said gently between kisses.

"No..." he buried his face in her wet hair. "I want to stay inside you..."

Chloe placed a kiss on his lips and ran her fingers through his hair. "I'll let you back in later. We need to get dry. See?" She showed Jack his own palm, then her own. They were wrinkly. "We're pruning up!" she smiled.

Comforted by the promise and her playful joke, Jack slowly extracted his quickly deflating boner from the depths of her rectum, although still reluctantly. As he slowly slid his member out, Chloe too was mourning... groaning in disappointment as her son's love muscle slowly extracted itself. When the head of his prick finally popped free of the oily confines it had been enjoying, both mother and son felt a simultaneous and immediate sense of loss. Jack's cock felt embarrassingly naked in the open air, and Chloe's ass felt achingly empty. Was there such a thing as cock withdrawal she wondered? At the very least, Jack had the unmissable pleasure of seeing his Mom's asshole gaping for the very first time. It was like a yawning abyss which shrank back down to a small puckered orifice all too soon. He'd make it gape again soon, he told himself.

Jack finally turned the water off and the shower head ceased. The bathroom became deafeningly silent apart from the dripping of the residual water from the faucet. Jack turned back to his mother leaning against the glass--wet, naked, looking at him with such longing, quietly sad eyes. Jack simply came to her and as if automatically their arms wrapped around each other, holding each other together as they slid down the fogged glass and to the cobbled shower floor. Jack stroked her hair, and Chloe ran her finger nails gently up and down his back as they shared warmth. The bathroom was still foggy with steam. Like a sauna. Jack's face found her breasts and he immersed himself in their soft, fleshy comfort. Just like his orgasm, his tears came out of nowhere. Not tears of sadness. Tears of unparalleled joy.

"Shhhh..." Chloe hushed. "It's okay... it's okay, sweetheart..." Tears ran down her cheeks as well, though he could not see them. She pulled him deeper into her cleavage. "Mommy has you now... Mommy has you..."

And she'll never let you go... she thought sneakily to herself.

*****

After their extended family therapy session in the shower, Jack and Chloe dried each other off. Chloe dried Jack's body vigorously as well as tenderly. Simply drying his chest and back was as sensual as the forbidden act they had just committed minutes earlier. The entire time Jack remained quiet, only grinning and letting out the occasional soft "hmmph" whenever the towel, or her hands, went over a particularly erogenous zone. Jack performed his duties to his mother just as well. Chloe expected him to spend an extra lengthy amount of time focusing on drying her abnormally large posterior which he seemed so fond of, and although he did, he spent an even longer duration on her hair, drying it thoroughly and delicately. He seemed to regard her hair with a certain reverence that Chloe welcomed. Sometimes he would trace his fingers through the locks and smell them.

Once they were fully dried, they moved to Chloe's bedroom.

"What time is it?" Jack asked. The black-out curtains in her bedroom prevented either of them from telling what time of day it was. Chloe liked that about her curtains.

Chloe went to her nightstand and checked her phone. "Only Four P. M."

Jack blew out his breath and sat down on Chloe's bed. They were both still completely naked. "Can't we pretend it's night time or something?" Jack yawned. "After all that... I feel beat."

Chloe giggled. "Used to be I couldn't get you to go to bed no matter how late it was."

"Things change..." Jack said. "For example, bedtime has suddenly become a lot more appealing." He patted the spot next to him on the bed invitingly.

Chloe smiled, pleased, and sat her softly rounded bottom next to Jack. Instantly, Jack's hand snaked around her waist and his hand gripped her plump thigh while simultaneously they both dove in for another smoldering kiss.

"That was absolutely amazing... " he breathed after their kiss broke. They continued to speak with their noses intersecting and their eyes closed. "I can't believe we really, you know, did it..."

"You mean fuck?" she said playfully.

Jack snickered softly. "I was gonna say make love."

"Same thing..." she said as she reached over and placed her hand on his knee. "How did it feel?" she asked with an undertone of motherly concern.

"Like heaven. You were so tight... your ass I mean. But it was also so welcoming. It's like it was reshaping itself to fit me, or that I belonged there. If that makes any sense..."

"Shhhh... it does. It makes perfect sense."

"I just... I loved being near you. Being inside of you. It was everything I ever wanted. I also loved making you feel good... I made you feel good, didn't I?"

"Of course you did, baby! You were absolutely incredible! Were you really a virgin? I couldn't believe how well you were fucking me. Are you sure you didn't get any practice? Are there any little girlfriends of yours I should know about?"

"Mom!" Jack finally opened his eyes, and as if sensing it, Chloe opened hers. She was happy to see him smiling at her little joke.

"Well... are there?"

"No, Mom..." Jack blushed. "I told you... no other girl has what you have."

"All I know is that you definitely weren't fucking like an amatuer in there," Chloe said proudly.

"I was worried I wouldn't be good enough. Beginner's luck I guess..."

"I guess that makes two of us..."

"Wait... what do you mean?"

Chloe swallowed and briefly avoided eye contact, as though she were a guilty child. "You know how that was your first time having anal sex?"

Jack nodded, "Yeah..."

"Well, it was mine too..."

Jack was stunned, his mouth slightly open. He was speechless.

"Suprise?" Chloe confessed awkwardly with a frankly adorable smile.

"That... but you said you've been with countless men! And that you preferred anal over regular sex!"

Chloe rubbed her arm. "I wanted you to think I was more experienced than I really was... that you were in good hands!"

"How many have you been with then?" Jack asked.

Chloe looked away. "Well... if we count heavy petting... four."

"Only four???"

Chloe nodded.

"And you never did anal with any of them?"

Chloe shook her head.

"That's... wait a minute. Is the four counting me?"

Jack's question was answered when Chloe shrank and looked away embarrassed.

"I can't believe it... I mean, I'm not disappointed or anything. You were absolutely incredible! It's just... with that body I thought you would have been--"

"A slut?" she joked.

"Active," Jack clarified.

"Well, my body might be amazing..." She slid her hands up her sides. Jack took a second to appreciate the way her booty bulged out on the sheets in the sitting position. "But I was still a massive wall flower! I got lots of attention but I never had the guts to take any one up on the offer. To be honest, I don't have that much more sexual experience than you..."

"Oh Mom..." he cupped her cheek with his hand. "You didn't have to lie. If anything, this makes what we did even better--" The realization hit Jack like a truckload of bricks. "Wait... I took your anal virginity???"

Chloe blushed and smiled, then nodded excitedly.

Elation and a feeling of accomplishment swelled inside Jack. He was actually the one to deflower that amazing Booty. To be its first, and hopefully only, cock. It was an honor that was his and his alone, and nothing could take that away from him. Jack realized he had been given an even more incredible gift without even realizing. Without words, the only way Jack could articulate exactly how he felt was by giving his curvy mother the biggest, strongest bear hug he could muster.

Chloe's arms were pinned to her sides and she giggled and wriggled in his embrace. "Honey!"

"You. Are. The best. Mom. EVER!"

"I know," she said mellifluously.

Jack rocked his mother in his arms for a few minutes, but soon enough, like all their interactions, it quickly transitioned into a flurry of hungry kisses between them. With his arms still firmly around her, Jack lowered them both onto the king-sized mattress. It was like an ocean of blanket. With her still in his arms, Jack rolled themselves across the vast bed. Chloe was on top of him, then under him, then to his side, and so on, the entire time maintaining eye contact. Finally he settled with both their languid bodies on their sides, then he finally loosened his grip. "I wish everyday could be like this..." he finally mumbled, his hands sliding into the gentle dip of her waist.

"It can be," she assured him in a husky voice.

Jack's eyes brightened, "Really?" He sat up and Chloe followed him. They were both side-sitting on the bed.

"Yes," Chloe assured him, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

"So, you'll stay naked?" Jack asked with a dopey grin.

"For you? I'll stay butt-naked every day! Besides, I'm getting used to going without clothes."

Butt naked is right, Jack thought. That was really the only part Jack cared about keeping free from clothing. "I mean... we'll have to put on clothes sometimes, right?"

"Why?"

"You know, shopping and stuff..."

"I can have groceries delivered. I work from home. I can pay bills online. I don't see any reason I should ever put clothes on again. Everything I need is right here at home..."

Jack swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "And we can still... play?"

Chloe's brow furrowed. "Oh yes, we can play. We can play every day if that's what you want, sweetheart. We can play any naughty game you want with me, but it'll cost you..."

"What?" Jack breathed, his heart thumping again.

"It's so simple... so easy... if you do it, we can always be together."

"What is it...? tell me..."

Chloe leaned forward and whispered one, simple, beautiful word into her son's ear. "Stay."

"That's it? I just have to stay?"

Chloe nodded. "All you have to do..." Chloe ran her fingers through his chestnut colored hair, still faintly damp from their time in the shower. "... Is stay here. With me."

"What about college?" Jack asked.

"College doesn't need you!" she spat bitterly. "I need you, Jack. You're my boy. I can't be away from you like that. I couldn't bear it!"

"You're telling me... you don't want me to go to college?"

"Yes!" she practically shouted.

Jack let out a deep sigh. "Oh what a relief!"

Now it was Chloe who was caught off guard. "What?"

"Mom... I never wanted to go off to college! I was only going to go because... well I thought it's what you would have wanted. For me to be successful and stuff."

"But... I thought you wanted to go! You know, going to school out of state. Live in a dorm. Meet... people." By people, Chloe really meant girls.

"What? Honestly, I've been dreading it all throughout Highschool. I mean being away from you for so long? Mom, I couldn't even stand spending the night at someone else's house! There's no way I'd want to be separated from you for months at a time. You're..." Jack breathed. "You're my Mom. I've always been a little embarrassed to admit it, but... you're my best friend!"

Chloe's eyes were moistened by her son's words. Stray tears ran down her beautiful cheeks.

Jack wiped one of her tears away with his finger. "Mom," he said. "Did you do this whole stunt just to convince me not to go off to college?"

Chloe smiled, embarrassed. "Um... maybe..."

"Mooom!" Jack shook his head but was still grinning. "Next time, you should just be honest with me."

"Well I'm glad I wasn't honest with you... otherwise we wouldn't have had so much fun today, now would we?"

"Hm true!" Jack playfully pinched one of her lovely nipples. "You're really fine if I never go off to college or become successful or even move out?" he asked, still playing with her nipple.

"Of course! You're my son. I'm already as proud of you as I can be! My job as your mother is to give you the best life I can, that means you should never have to do a thing you don't want to if I can help it."

"But what about money? I mean, I know we're well off, but it's not like you can support us both forever. Right?"

"Sweetie, do you have any idea how much money is in the family trust your grandfather set up for us?"

"I don't know. A lot?"

Chloe whispered the number to him. Jack nearly fainted.

"We're that rich???"

Chloe nodded.

"And you never told me?"

"You never asked."

"With that much money I'd--"

"Never have to work a day in your life? Yes!"

"Holy shit..."

"Honestly, I tried to spoil you, but you never asked for much."

"Well... I guess that's because you were really all I needed. And you're still all I need."

Chloe chuckled. "You must think I'm toast if you think I need that much buttering!"

"Well, maybe not toast. But you definitely got buns!" Jack grabbed a handful of her asscheeks and jiggled them, playfully.

Again, Chloe chuckled. "Do the buns need buttering?"

"Hmmm I don't think we have enough butter. They're such big buns." Jack started kneading her ass with both hands. Chloe turned over onto her belly to let her son play. "Ugh you've got a full bakery back here!" He gave her rump a swift slap to accentuate his point, then continued to knead and massage her full butt. "I just love your Booty, Mom!"

Jack was suddenly struck by a beautiful idea. "That's it..." he muttered.

"Huh? What is it?" Chloe asked, looking up and behind herself at her son.

"That's what I want to call you from now on! Calling you Mom doesn't suit you anymore. Not by itself. You're BOOTY MOM!"

"Booty Mom???"

"Yeah! You're still my Mom of course, but you're even more now. We have a relationship that goes beyond the normal mother son bond. A sexual bond. A bond of Booty. You're my Booty Mom now! A mom who stays naked and fucks and shows off her beautiful ass!"

"I..." Chloe was at a loss for words for a moment. "I love it! I'm Booty Mom!"

Jack smiled with glee. He was worried his proposal was too silly, but it seemed his Mom was down for whatever ridiculous, horny idea he came up with.

Embracing her new exciting identity, Chloe shook her booty as Booty Mom. Jack slapped his Booty Mom's ass, sharing her joy. "Shake that booty, Booty Mom!"

He spanked her ass again and again while she continued to shake it until they were both nothing but giggles. Eventually, Jack stopped his relentless but playful spankings while Chloe kept shaking what Mother Nature gave her. Then Chloe ceased immediately when she felt her son's lips pressing against her right butt cheek right where it was fullest. She froze, heart melting at the sweetly affectionate act of love and adoration from her boy, and laid her body gently down on the bed while Jack continued to bathe her beautiful bottom in gentle kisses.

Eventually Jack kissed her up and up until he kissed her right on her tailbone, then up her spine, leaving quick pecks all over her back as she whimpered in joy. Eventually he was kissing her on her left shoulder blade. Then, after moving the same disobedient lock of hair out of the way and admiring her beautiful, contented face, Jack planted a kiss right on her other cheek. He kissed her so hard he practically smooshed her head into the bed. Chloe broke out in laughter, and Jack, losing concentration, laughed and collapsed on top of her. He was worried for a second, but when he heard her laughing still he knew she was fine. Jack was skinny and didn't weigh all that much. He could put his full weight on her without fear of hurting her. Feeling her hot, naked body beneath his was not at all unpleasant. He kissed her cheek again.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she whispered. "Let's go to bed..."

"Yes. Let's!"

Jack moved himself off of her and they both quickly scrambled underneath the blankets and sheets. Their naked bodies felt pleasant against the blissfully cool bedding. Like they were in a cozy pocket together. Once they were securely under the big blanket, their bodies intertwined instantly and they were entangled in each other. Her breasts smooshed into his chest, his healthy cock lay flaccid and content between her soft thighs, sleeping and resting for more vigorous anal love making in the future. Both of their arms snaked around each other like pythons in a death grip. Then Chloe fitted her head perfectly within the crook of his chin and their configuration was complete. They were like puzzle pieces. Jack didn't know such contentment was possible.

"Sweetie?" she whispered.

"Hmm?" Jack was dazed with sleepy comfort.

"The lamp?"

Jack managed to pry one of his arms free from the inviting curve of his mother's hip to stretch over and switch off the lamp on the nightstand, before immediately returning to where it belonged. They were engulfed in an absolute and peaceful darkness.

"Good night, sweetie," she said before kissing his chest a final time for today.

"Good night... Booty Mom..."

TO BE CONTINUED...