I’m Laura, 42 years old, divorced for three years, and I thought my sex life was dead. Until the day I walked in on my son Jake stroking his massive cock to a mom-son anal video.
Jake is 19 now — tall, broad-shouldered from the gym, with the same dark hair and intense eyes as his father. But the cock… God, that cock was nothing like his father’s. Thick, veined, nearly nine inches, and rock hard while he watched a woman who looked a lot like me get her ass destroyed.
I should have backed out. I should have closed the door and pretended I never saw. Instead I stood there frozen, my pussy instantly soaking through my panties.
“Mom!” Jake gasped, trying to cover himself.
I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. “Is that what you want, baby? You want to fuck Mommy’s ass?”
The words hung in the air like forbidden magic. Jake’s eyes widened, but his cock twitched visibly under his hand.
That was the moment everything changed.
I sat on the edge of his bed, my sundress riding up my thighs. Jake was still naked from the waist down, his huge erection refusing to go down.
“I… I watch a lot of mom son porn,” he admitted, voice husky. “Especially the anal ones. I can’t stop thinking about it, Mom.”
My nipples hardened against my bra. I’d always been a good mother — PTA meetings, homemade dinners, the works. But ever since the divorce I’d felt this dark hunger growing inside me. Late nights with toys in my ass, imagining something filthy.
I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. Jake groaned.
“Then let Mommy teach you,” I whispered. “But we do it right. Slow. I want my son to own this ass.”
We moved to my bedroom. I stripped slowly for him, letting my son see every curve of my mature body — full D-cup breasts with sensitive pink nipples, soft tummy, wide hips, and my perfectly waxed pussy already glistening.
I got on all fours on the bed and reached back, spreading my ass cheeks.
“Start with your tongue, baby. Mommy needs to be worshipped first.”
Jake knelt behind me like he was in a trance. His hot breath hit my asshole and I shivered. Then his tongue — warm, wet, eager — licked across my tightest hole.
“Oh fuck, Jake… yes, lick Mommy’s asshole.”
He went wild, burying his face between my cheeks, licking and sucking like a starving man. I pushed back against his mouth, moaning loudly. His tongue pushed inside me and I nearly came on the spot.
After several minutes of heavenly rimming, I handed him the bottle of lube I kept hidden in my nightstand.
“Two fingers first, honey. Stretch Mommy open for that big cock.”
Jake poured lube generously and pressed one thick finger against my rosebud. It slid in easily — I’d been training myself for months. He added a second, scissoring gently, then harder as I begged for more.
“Three, baby. Mommy can take three.”
He worked me open with three fingers, curling them, fucking my ass while I rubbed my clit. I came hard, my asshole clenching around his fingers, juices dripping down my thighs.
I was dripping, shaking with need.
“Put it in, Jake. Fuck Mommy’s ass.”
He lined up the fat head of his cock against my lubed hole. The pressure was intense — that delicious burning stretch as my son’s massive dick pushed past my tight ring.
“Slow… oh God, you’re so big,” I gasped.
Inch by inch, Jake fed his cock into his mother’s asshole. The taboo reality hit both of us hard. He was balls-deep in my ass — my own son claiming the most forbidden hole.
“Fuck, Mom… it’s so tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips.
He started thrusting — long, slow strokes at first, letting me adjust to being so completely filled by my son’s cock. The feeling was overwhelming. Every thrust sent sparks through my body.
“Harder, baby. Fuck Mommy’s ass harder!”
Jake lost control. He started pounding me, his heavy balls slapping against my pussy. The sound of skin on skin and my loud, shameless moans filled the room.
I came again, harder than before, my asshole spasming around his thrusting cock. Jake didn’t stop — he fucked me through it, driving deeper.
We changed positions. I rode him reverse cowgirl so he could watch his cock disappearing into his mother’s ass. I bounced on him, taking every inch, my tits jiggling wildly.
“Tell me how it feels, Mom,” he demanded.
“It feels like my son is owning my asshole,” I panted. “I’m your anal slut now, Jake. Mommy’s ass belongs to you.”
He spanked me, leaving red handprints on my cheeks as I slammed down on his cock. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit until I squirted all over his balls.
Jake flipped me onto my back, pushing my knees to my chest in a deep mating press. The angle let him go impossibly deep. His cock battered my guts while he stared into my eyes — the same eyes he’d had since he was a baby.
“I’m going to cum in your ass, Mom.”
“Yes, baby! Fill Mommy’s asshole with your cum!”
He roared and buried himself to the hilt. I felt the first powerful jet of his hot, thick cum flooding my bowels. Rope after rope — more than I thought possible. It was the biggest load I’d ever taken. When he finally pulled out, a river of his cum poured from my gaping asshole, soaking the sheets.
I scooped some up and licked it off my fingers while he watched, moaning.
That was only the beginning.
Jake fucked my ass two more times that night. Once in the shower, bent over while hot water ran down our bodies. Once on the kitchen counter after a quick snack break — rough, fast, and dirty while I held onto the edge and screamed his name.
We explored toys. I showed him how I liked my biggest plug worn while doing housework. He made me wear it the next day while cooking dinner, pulling it out only to replace it with his cock again.
Over the following weeks, the mom son anal sessions became our obsession:
- Morning anal quickies before he left for college classes
- Risky car sex where I sucked him hard then rode his cock in the backseat in a parking lot
- Full weekends where he kept me plugged and dripping his cum constantly
- Teaching him to fist my ass
- Making videos of me taking his cock in every position (for our private collection)
- Breeding fantasy talk — him telling me he wanted to fill every hole and put a baby in Mommy while pounding my ass
The dirty talk got filthier each time.
“You love your son’s cock in your ass, don’t you, Mom?” “Yes, baby. Mommy is your personal anal whore.” “Gonna cum in you again. Mark my territory.”
I became completely addicted to the feeling of my son using my asshole. The taboo rush never faded — if anything, it grew stronger every time he claimed me.
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