Mom's Corner Pocket

We took nothing more than baby steps, allowing my dick time to keep her hole from closing back up in between her pushes. Without something to keep her stretched apart, the walls of the velvet burrow would have sealed up again by then.

"I-I think it's moving!" Mom exclaimed.

I grabbed her hips and dug my fingers into her supple flesh. "Push for me, Mom."

Mom howled like a wolf at the moon, but her cries were muffled by the covers bunched up around her face. We took turns going back and forth. She would push out, then I would push in when she relaxed, forming a lewd dance of harmonious depravity focused on singular goal. Every inch we covered brought the ball further out of her bowels, making slow but steady progress to push it to the surface.

I cheered Mom on the way she had when I'd played soccer as a kid. Yelling from the sidelines about how proud of me she had been the injection of confidence I'd often needed to bring out the best in myself. That night, I knew she needed that same support from me.

I rubbed the small of her back with one hand. "Keep going, Mom! You're doing so good. I'm so proud of you!"

After a few minutes of Mom's steady pushing, we had made some serious progress. My cock was sticking most of the way out by that point, with only the head remaining inside of her with the tip lodged snugly against the pool ball. She had successfully pushed it out most of the way, but the hardest part was yet to come. We were close, but could not stop yet.

Mom moaned with unmistakable pleasure. She was not in pain -- not even close. "It's coming, it's coming, it's coming!" Her celebratory chants were music to my ears.

"I'm gonna pull out," I told her, "but you have to push!"

Mom nodded obediently, then braced herself. She wailed, succumbing to her animalistic urges with a triumphant, feral growl.

I yanked my dick out of Mom's bludgeoned asshole and instantly saw the sizable black ball that plugged the opening. It was almost halfway out, and thanks to the effort we put towards loosening her up, was primed to be ejected with one more push.

Mom's nails were making imprints in her succulent flesh, but she kept her cheeks spread apart as wide as she physically could. Lube dribbled out of the edges of her loosened asshole and over her quivering fingers.

Her asshole dilated, heaving forth enormous, black egg. It plopped onto the mattress, soaking the blankets with the hot, syrupy lube that she had been cooking like homemade molasses in the pit of her stomach. The black ball should have been glowing, and red hot, fresh from the molten forge.

The ball left Mom's asshole a sloppy, slackened mess in its wake; it could not properly close up. The hulking baggage she had stored for over an hour at that point had taken a serious toll on her ability to remain tight. Her asshole was so loose that I could have probably fit four fingers into her if I'd wedged them in right.

Mom panted like a dog at the racetrack, but could not bring herself to face me. "Are you still staring?"

I gulped. Busted. My only option was a counteroffensive. "You're still on your hands and knees."

The air was thick with silence again. Perhaps it was saying everything we could not, but once again, I wanted more. I wanted to hear the words. I wanted to remember them forever.

I cleared my throat. "Mom? Are we still being honest with each other?"

Mom turned her head to the side so she could look me in my eyes. "Of course, honey."

My heart plummeted. I was wrought with anxiety, certain that a misstep would cause everything that Mom and I had with each other to come crashing down. On the other hand, I knew we were in the midst of a unique and singular moment. I couldn't let it pass. I had to take a chance.

"I want to fuck you," I blurted out.

Mom inhaled a sharp breath through her nostrils, then breathed out of her mouth until her lungs were empty. "I can't let you do that. I'm sorry, honey, but that would be cheating on your father. I can't let you in my vagina."

I didn't even miss a beat. "I don't want to fuck your pussy."

Mom lifted herself up with her arms, and tucked an errant strand of golden hair behind her ear. "You really liked my ass that much, huh?"

"We probably shouldn't, right? You're right; this is already crazy enough."

Mom shook her head. "I didn't say no."

At the time, I did not know how she could be so cavalier - which is a tad hypocritical, I suppose, since I'd been the one to announce that I wanted to fuck my own mother.

"I-I can fuck your ass again?" I asked dumbly.

Mom wagged her bottom back and forth, waving her sloppy, gaping asshole in front of my face with seductive intent. "You tell me, honey. Do you think your penis will feel good if it goes back inside? Mommy's bum wasn't too tight, was it?"

Hearing her talk like that nearly made me squeal with glee, which was exactly what she wanted. "Holy fuck, yes."

My unbridled enthusiasm put a smile on Mom's face. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Greed overtook me, and I could not help but ask for more. "I want to see your face."

Mom gasped. "You don't think that will be too weird?"

"I don't care."

Mom didn't hesitate. She flipped onto her back, bestowing me with her beauty. She was simply divine, and I thanked whatever entity granted me the gift of spending that night with her. She cocked her head to the side and asked, "Is that all you want to see?"

Instantly, my eyes drifted to her breasts. She was still wearing her t-shirt, though the physical strain of pushing three billiard balls out of her ass had made it stick to her skin in a few places.

I shook my head, confirming her suspicion. She tugged her shirt over her head in one swift motion; she had been waiting for me to ask for them to be put on display. For the first time in eighteen years, I was blessed enough to gaze upon the artistry of God Himself, for only He could have designed Mom's immaculate breasts.

Both of Mom's nipples--dark pink, and sharp enough to carve a puzzle piece out of a marble slab--were positioned slightly below the swell of her enormous breasts. The perky caps were angled down slightly, hinting at the tremendous burden of each heavy, sagging udder. Her areolas were paler -- a light rouge -- but still contrasted beautifully against her porcelain skin. The milk ducts circling the base of each tiny peak made me long to feel them squirting rich, succulent cream onto my tongue--a delicacy I had not savoured since childhood.

Gravity, the mortal nemesis of all heavy breasts, made Mom's roll to the sides of her chest. The gap between them was wide enough to accommodate my head, and I longed to fall asleep with my face pressed against her sternum, a boob-pillow on either side.

I formed my hands into cups and filled them to the brim with as much of her breasts as I could. I filled my palms with her soft, pliable flesh and molded my fingers around their shape. I dunk my digits in and kneaded the fistfuls of dough, making long, thin lines stretch lines when I applied some real pressure.

"They didn't used to be so saggy, I hope--"

I cut her off, gently juggling her bobs back and forth so that they bumped into each other. "Don't you dare. They are fucking beautiful. You are beautiful, Mom."

Her eyes flickered; I could sense she was sincerely happy to hear so. "You really mean that?"

I nodded. I meant it with every fiber of my being, but that still was not enough to explain to her how positively angelic she was to me. Words failed, but there were other ways to convey my affection.

Mom spread her legs open and tucked her hands behind her knees, summoning me forth. She clenched her butthole, making it close as much as she could, but barely managed to make it wink at me. She doubled down, knitting her brow together in concentration.

That only emphasized how loose she'd become, but she did manage to push out a droplet of frothy lube from the sunken pit. It looked like a bulging red rose was blossoming between her plump ass cheeks, oozing liquid pollen from the center of its worn-out petals.

Mom wiggled her toes, riddled with excitement that she could not contain. I stepped as close to her as I could, using my thighs to rest some of my weight on the bed for support.

My own cock felt like a stranger's when I grabbed the base of it. It was engorged like a meaty balloon, inflated to its limits. Every vein was practically buzzing with energy.

Mom's pussy was liberally glistening with juices that were so thick they looked halfway to becoming a pearl. The delectable crease of pink flesh made my mouth water. She had laid out just one rule -- don't go into her pussy -- but, being her son, I felt inclined to test the boundaries.

I pressed the head of my dick against the opening of her birth canal, but did not go inside. Mom looked down between her legs to find me doing exactly what she feared I would. After all, she had raised me, so she knew I was not afraid to push her buttons once in a while.

Using my cock like a hammer, I pounded it gently on Mom's fat, engorged clit while she watched. Every bump against the sensitive button made her jump a little bit, and I enjoyed manipulating her movements.

"H-heyyy, what are you doing with her?" Even the shock and pleasure of such pointed clitoral contact couldn't override all of her anxiety.

"Just saying hi." I pressed down on my dick, making it sink between Mom's chubby pussy lips. I was the hot dog; her pussy was the bun. She swaddled the length of my cock with her lush, velour petals, yet somehow expected me to have the wherewithal to not go inside. The only thing stopping me was the burden of keeping her trust--something I did not want to break.

Mom played along, but her rule remained very much in place. "It's been a while since you two have seen each other."

I rocked back and forth, sawing my dick through the swampy trench full of cunt honey. When I push further forward, the tip of the sensitive, spongy helmet was tickled by her fluffy jungle of densely packed, dark-brown pubic hair.

"I miss her," I lamented.

"I know you do, honey, but look!" Mom reached down and pressed her fingers right up against the edges of her bulging butt ring. She pried it open like she was emptying her purse on the bed. "This will still be a nice, cozy home for you to dump your babies in."

I knew that Mom was ramping up the dirty talk in order to manipulate me, but it worked anyway. I wanted to feel the inside of her pussy, but hearing my own mother talk about her asshole as though it were a cheap sex toy was too provocative to ignore.

"I can cum in your ass?" I asked earnestly.

Mom nodded. "I hope so, sweetheart. It's been a while since anybody has."

"I don't think I'm going to last much longer, to be honest."

"Don't hold back -- not this time. Just fuck me however you want until you cum. Can you do that for me?"

Mom rested her legs on my broad shoulders like a pair of slender suspenders. I kissed the inside of her calf, amazed that her skin could feel so impossibly smooth; it was like warm glass against my cheek. I held onto her hips for balance and dug in with my thumbs so that she would not go anywhere. As if to consent to the unyielding bond, Mom rested her hands on my forearms and rubbed them reassuringly. She gave me a gentle squeeze, then a nod, to confirm that she was ready.

I nuzzled the head of my cock into the mouth of Mom's butthole, ready to plunge back in. With a strained grunt, she pushed out with her muscles--loosening the tension in her already-slackened hole--to encourage my first thrust.

One push was all it took to bury myself to the root in Mom's blown-out cavern. Her softened walls offered less resistance than a tub of liquefied butter heated over a stovetop, and were twice as warm. Her face contorted fiendishly, brow furrowed intensely, with her mouth formed a tightly drawn "O."

"Too much?" I asked her.

"No, no," she insisted. "Just different at this angle. Pull out slowly."

I slid my rigid pillar of muscle out of her greasy tunnel until only the engorged mushroom head remained. Every ridge, each chunky bump of soft meat, massaged me on the way out--and made me want to dive back in twice as badly!

Thankfully, Mom had the same idea. "Now push in, hard."

I raised an eyebrow. "Like... hard?"

Mom batted her eyes at me with a dramatic pout. "Does Mommy have to beg you to beat the shape of your fat cock into her?"

"W-whoa, that's... whoa." I was practically speechless.

Mom knew she had me hooked, all that was left was to reel me in. "I bet you can't make it hurt."

"Seriously?"

"Prove me wrong," she taunted. With her foot resting beside my head, she tapped her toes against my temple to accent each of her following words. "Make... it... hurt."

I needed no further invitation. I plunged my cock inside of her to the hilt, forcing apart the loosely packed tube of dishevelled meat with no regard for the woman whose body heat kept it warm for me to enjoy. My thighs clapped against her pudgy bottom so loudly that the sound echoed around the room.

Mom's body seized up, her tiny frame rocked by the impact of my powerful thrusts. Still, as she had already revealed that night, she was full of surprises. "Harder!" she demanded.

I could not believe my ears, or my luck. How many boys are blessed enough to receive such passionate treatment from their mothers? Mom's eyes glazed over, her pupils retreating into her skull in favour of a glossy white stare.

I slammed my cock to the base over and over again, refusing to relent for a second. Her asshole was so loose that it produced a cacophony of noisy slurping sounds every time I bottomed out. The suction was sporadic, and the air I forced into her on each thrust came spilling out when I pulled back. The effect turned her butthole into a wet, suckling vacuum that I was, in that moment, trying my hardest to turn inside out.

"Harder!" she yelled, her body overtaken by a succubus whose only goal was to drain cum out of me.

Sweat formed along my brow. A salty bead dripped into the corner of my eye, but I would have rather gone blind than halted our rampant fuck-session.

"Mom, I'm gonna--"

"Don't say it!" Mom yelped. "Just fucking do it!" It felt like her nails were going to draw blood from my arms, but I simply did not care.

I summoned every ounce of strength I had left to make the final powerful thrusts into my mother's asshole as memorable as I could. Never before had I experienced the feeling of having my own orgasm drawn out of me so insatiably. Mom was ravenous not only for my cum, but from the satisfaction of having made me cum.

The earth below my feet shook. The muscles in my legs turned to pudding. They could barely support my weight, so I collapsed on top of Mom in an exhausted heap. The first injection of dopamine hit the base of my spine like a bullet, paralyzing me in the wake of its sudden impact.

"K-kiss m-me when you c-cu-cum," Mom begged between thrusts so powerful that they made her gigantic breasts wobble back and forth like tidal waves.

I mashed my lips against hers, still resting my full weight on her body. We made out, passionately driving our tongues against each other, dumping our eager groans right into each other's open mouth. We grinded together in perfect unison, bonded at a primal level while we traded saliva back and forth.

I roared mightily, releasing eighteen years of pent-up frustration that I hadn't known I had been carrying. My soul was unburdened. As the "feel-good" chemicals swam through my bloodstream, I could not imagine a single time in my life when I had been happier. It was heaven. Mom was heaven.

My cock flexed, sending a thick, sticky cable of cum into Mom's bowels. Her insides constricted like a python, strangling my cock in a death grip that would not yield until my orgasm had subsided. The molten syrup doused her insides, saturating her guts while they clenched tightly around me.

Cum flowed into the bludgeoned tunnel, and was quickly followed by another gluey rope. My dick marinated in the gooey puddle of lube and semen that bubbled in the pit of her stomach, generously adding more and more baby batter to the growing pool.

If I hadn't known better, I would have expected to see Mom's belly inflating like a balloon. I imagined that each bulky stream of cum that I shot into her would make her tummy expand until it she was too cum-pregnant to even walk.

I stopped thrusting, but we did not stop kissing each other for many, many minutes. Time was a construct to which we paid no mind, we simply embroiled ourselves in the magnificent aura that shrouded us. Even if Dad had come at that exact moment, it would have been difficult to pull myself off of her.

Mom wrapped her arms and legs around me like a spider monkey, then broke our kiss. "Roll over, and bring me with you."

As one, we rolled flat onto my back. As I'd rested upon her, she did upon me, her body rising and falling with each breath I drew.

Mom folded her hands on my chest and rested her chin on her knuckles - a makeshift perch from which she could stare directly into my soul. She chewed her lower lip. "Hi, sweetheart."

I brushed a lock of hair out of her eye. "Hi, Mom."

"How was that?"

I laughed at her coyness. "It was fucking fantastic!"

"You don't feel weird that Mom made you cum that hard?"

"Should I? Do you feel weird?"

Mom shook her head vigorously. "Not at all. You're still my son, and I'm still your mom. I just want to make sure you know that will never, ever change."

"God, Mom. I love you so fucking much."

She entranced me with a gleeful smile. "Mommy loves you too -- very much."

At that point, it felt stupider not to take another risk. "No, Mom. I mean... I'm in love with you. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met, and I just-- oh, I dunno. I wish we could be together."

"We are together, honey." Mom stressed her point with a firm, tender squeeze around my slowly-softening cock. "Can't you feel my butt hugging you?"

"You know what I mean."

Mom tensed up a bit. "I do, actually."

"You do?"

Mom smiled like a giddy schoolgirl. "I wasn't sure if you felt the same way, so I had to test you."

I felt like a fool for not recognizing it earlier, but the true motive behind her behaviour suddenly became so obvious that I cursed myself for not seeing it sooner. After seeing what her ass could handle, there was only one explanation for why she would request my help to begin with. "The balls were never really stuck, were they? You put them in so that you would have an excuse to let me touch you?"

Mom snickered, shrugging her shoulders casually. "Busted!"

"You could have just pushed them out on your own! You did all that just to seduce me?"

"It only worked because you wanted it too. I think you've wanted it to happen for a while now."

That left only one more question. "Does that mean we can do this again?"

Mom's eyes flickered deviously. "I think so, honey... and maybe we can think about using some other holes. What do you think?"

My dick pulsated with excitement, raring to go just in case 'next time' was right then and there. The sensation of it bulging in her guts, well after she thought it was dormant, made her jump.

"Oh!" she gasped. "He really likes that idea! Think he can wait until tomorrow?"

For what felt like the two hundredth time that night, I could not believe what I was hearing. Just a few short hours prior to Mom offering me her asshole on a silver platter, I had been grateful to even get to touch her immaculate skin when we'd cuddled on the couch.

I could hardly remember who I'd been back then, yet it had only been an hour. Whatever lay ahead for me and Mom, I was certain it was only going to get more and more exciting -- and I knew that I was ready for whatever she threw at me next, body and soul.