My Son Gives My Ass A Workout : Anal Mothers 11

My son Kyle had recently begun to work out alongside me in the family gym.  As the weeks pass I watch him transform into this muscle-bound, handsome guy with a body that far surpasses his confidence in it.  I’ve always dressed skimpily in the gym and I’m not about to change that now, but with Kyle becoming increasingly interested in my routine it was only a matter of time before things brewed over.

Read how he gives my asshole the workout it desperately needs as I take someone in my ass for the first time ever.  I never dreamed it would be my son.

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“Are you sure there isn’t a muscle of yours you need help with?”

Kyle started to turn red.  To see his handsome, blushing face sat atop his carved physique was a turn-on.  He had the face of my son, but he had the body of a cover model.

“Like what?” he said, and I hadn’t expected that from him.

“I don’t know,” I said, taking a step closer.  I walked around behind him and trailed a nail over his broad shoulders.  “Something you’d like to work on?”

He was still and silent.

“I have something I’d like to try,” I said.  “A muscle that’s never been worked before.”

I don’t know where the sinful words were coming from, but they poured from me with ease.  It was as though I was leading myself down a path of taboo with no hope of turning back.

“What’s that?” he asked, and he looked fearful of the answer.

I leaned in close to his ear to whisper.  “My ass.”

“You were just working it,” he said, pointing to the barbell.

“No,” I said, and I moved around to his other ear, putting a hand on his shoulder and tip-toeing to whisper.

“My asshole.”

I stayed on his shoulder and looked forwards into the mirror.  There was silence and his eyes were on mine and mine on his.  We stared deep into each other for what felt like a minute.  I had to let him know I was serious.

I watched his Adam’s apple bounce and dropped my gaze lower, making no bones about letting it rest on his terrific packet.  I wanted him to know where I was looking.

The silence continued and Kyle shifted his weight, but he didn’t go anywhere.  It seemed he was as curious as I was to see where this would end.

“Have you ever done that?” I asked.  “Fucked an ass?”

I kissed his shoulder gently.

“N—Never,” he stammered.

“Don’t be shy,” I said, kissing him again.  “It’s just you and me down here.  You father doesn’t get back for another hour.”

He swallowed hard again and moved his head to the right to look down on me.  I kept my face looking up at him so that our lips were only an inch or two apart.

“Mommy’s never done that,” I confessed, letting my breath touch him.  “But she wants it.”

“You want it … in your ass?” he asked.

“Desperately,” I hushed, and I moved my hand onto that thickness of his and left it there.

His eyes closed and a single bead of sweat ran from his hairline and fell down his face.

“Can you help me with my work-out?” I asked, leaning up to kiss his lips.

When our mouths touched Kyle did nothing at first.

“Help work-out Mommy asshole,” I said, and when I kissed him a second time his lips moved with me and his tongue searched into my mouth.

He turned to me and the kiss became more passionate.  His hands moved around me and fell straight to my ass, squeezing at the flesh and breathing into me as we embraced.

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