My Son’s MC Gang Initiation Was To Fuck My Ass : Anal Mothers 21

My son Blake rolled with kind of a rough crowd, but having grown up around MC gangs myself I could hardly blame him.  He’s started hanging out in the same bar I frequent, but when his friend Harris tries his luck with me he gets very defensive.  After taking a beating I tend to his wounds at home and it’s there that I find out their initiation test: to fuck a woman’s ass and take a photo.  Let me help you get in the gang, honey.  Take Momma’s asshole and become a man.

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My words though had an effect on Blake.  At some point in the night I awoke, rolling over to see my son in the half-light of the room, lifting up the sheets and climbing into my bed.

“What’s going on?” I croaked sleepily.

He set something down on the bedside table and then leaned over me, kissing me on the cheek.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

He kissed my cheek again and I mewled at his affection.

“You wanna sleep with Momma?” I asked, and this time his kiss met my lips.  “Oh, Blake.  Honey.”

He landed another peck on my mouth and then lingered there, using his tongue to open my lips.  I was shocked, but I found myself reciprocating his advances.  I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue against his, rolling over beneath the sheets and putting my arms around him.

Blake was naked, save for his boxer-shorts.  His body was soft and hairy in all the right places and his muscles felt good beneath my touch.  I had to try to forget who he was.

“What’s going on honey?” I asked.

Blake didn’t say a word.  He looked down on me and then moved his lips back to mine.  We kissed and he pressed himself on me.  Against my silken night-dress I could feel him grow in his underwear.  It was hot to know I could still have that effect on a guy half my age.

“What’s all this in aid of?” I asked, but truthfully I was grateful for the affection.  It had been so long since I’d had a man, especially one like Blake.  He was everything I ever wanted in a guy—I knew that because it’s exactly how I’d raised him.

“I want you, Mom,” he said, rolling me over on my back.

I felt my pulse rise as my legs opened and Blake laid himself between them.  He was dry humping against me and I moved my hips to match my pussy against his stiffness.  It slid up along the crotch of my panties, teasing the flesh beneath.

“Oh, honey,” I groaned, putting my mouth back on his.

I put my arms around him and scratched at his back, letting out pleasured whimpers as I felt his hard dick teasing me.  We were so close to the ultimate taboo.  I started to feel light-headed from all the pleasure and I wondered if I’d truly woken up or whether I was dreaming a deep-held fantasy of mine.

“Give it me,” I moaned, reaching down beneath the covers and stroking back and forth along his cock.

With my fingers on it I could feel his true size, and I’ve got to confess: he was bigger than I imagined.

I used an upturned grip to pull his boxer shorts over the stiff barrel of flesh, pushing my hips up off the bed and rubbing my pussy against the back of my hand as I fondled him.

As we kissed I pushed my fingers down the front of his underwear, feeling his coarse hair and then finally getting a grip of that forbidden flesh of his.

“That’s what I want,” I groaned, biting at his lip as he kissed me, smiling.

“I want you to have it,” Blake said.  “I want to fuck you.  Everywhere.”

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