Massaged In My Asshole : Anal Mothers 22

My son Luke had promised me a massage in preparation for the coming weekend’s charity run, but what neither of us had agreed to was just how far the massage would go. Read how the pair of us gives in to our incestual urges and I finally get to feel what it’s like to have his length in my virginal ass.  Let yourself go inside me Luke.  I want to know what it’s like.

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Luke’s hands were at the small of my back now and he was pressing his fingers into the muscle and dancing his way along, getting ever-closer to the waist of my tight trunks.

“Why’d you wear these,” he asked, tugging at them suddenly.

I shrugged.  “I didn’t think you’d be going down there.”

“Hey, you wanted the treatment, right?”

I swallowed hard again, thinking back to the morning when my finger had been around my ass and Luke had interrupted.

“Come on,” he said now.  “I’ll turn around again and you can take those off.”

“I don’t know, honey,” I said, biting at my lip and staring down at the floor.

“Marie does it,” he said.  “All my clients do it.  It’s nothing sexual.”

“Not for you, maybe,” I said.

“Look it’s up to you.”

I moved my hands to the waist of my trunks and pushed beneath them.  Luke made a noise and then I watched as his feet turned away from the table again.  I pushed it down over my ass and then he turned back to the table.

“Let me help,” he said, realizing I was struggling.

My face pointed downwards and I concentrated on the sensation of his hands as they peeled down my panties and brushed over my smooth legs.

My naked ass was pointing straight up at him and I tried to keep telling myself it was all part of his job.  I imagined him staring straight into my sinful ass and my mind started to wander towards those sinful, incestual urges.  Luke’s hands came back to me and I flattened my legs against the table.

“That’s better,” he sighed, smoothing over me in long, flowing strokes that made increasing advances over my ass each time.  “We need to do these muscles too.”

Suddenly he had a hand on each ass-cheek and he was pushing it back against me, splitting open my crease so that there was nowhere now for me to hide.

“I—uh,” I shrieked suddenly, fidgeting.

“It’s okay, Mom,” he insisted again.  “It’s what I do.”

His hands pushed back again and I raised my hips off the table, pointing back towards him as I felt the aching arousal blossom inside me.  All of the thoughts of the day came to a head as I pushed back against his firm hands that slipped gently inside the cleavage of my butt.

“Put it inside me,” I hushed.

“You want that?” Luke asked, as though he’d been driving towards that too.

“Put it in my ass,” I begged.  “I want to feel what it’s like.”

Luke’s finger teased inside and I could hear him take a breath through his clenched teeth.  His oiled digit tickled over my knot, magically relaxing it in an instant.

“This what you want?” he said, leaning against the table.

I closed my eyes to concentrate on his touch.  Without seeing him it was easy to imagine the finger belonged to another person; a person that wasn’t my son.

“Yes,” I groaned.  “I want you to treat me special.  Not like the others.”

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