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Her butt jiggled slightly as she leaned into the mirror applying her makeup.

"Don't even think about it," she said as studiously applied eyeliner.

He could see the soft shadow of her nipples under her lacy white brasierre.

He held her from behind and kissed the back of her neck. He pushed his pelvis against her, feeling her soft rounded ass under the slikly half-slip against his cock.

"I said 'No'".

"Take off the slip and panties." His cock poked out of his pajamas and rested against the coolness of her slip.

"No. I'm late for work as it is." She went back to applying the eyeliner but he pulled at her arm.

"Hey!"

"It won't take long." he whispered close to her ear as he brought his arm upward against the bottom of her bra.

She slapped at his hand. "I said 'No' and I mean it."

"You didn't say that last night, Mom" he said with a grin.

She winced slightly, and turned around. The eyes were a deep blue like a sea before a gale. Her face was flushed.

"Look. This has got to stop. This is sick. It's gone too far..."

"Kevin ... It's my ... fault." she said with moist eyes. She took his hand in both of her. "I should have never let this start..."

SHe squeezed his hand. "This thing between ..." she lower her voice. "...us has to stop."

"You know you want to, Mom."

"Kevin ... please." She turned around and picked up her eyeliner brush. "We'll have a long talk after work, OK?" she said dismissively.

He felt a hot flush of anger and reached for the back of his mother's waistband.

"I *told* you 'No'" said she in that familar scolding mother-tone from childhood.

"Take it off, Mom...now."

"I said ..."

"Take it off, Mom, or I swear to God I'll rip it off."

"Kevin ..." she said in a broken voice.

"You're getting me upset, Mom."

"OK..."

She started to turn, but he forced her back to face the mirror with a suddeness that scared both of them.

She looked at him with big doe eyes from the mirror.

"Take it off, Mom. You know its what you want -- what both of us want."

She reachd behind her back.

"Leave the bra on. Remove the rest."

Her eyes widdened. She watchd him as she pealed down her slip and panties together to the floor.

She leaned against the sink, raising her big fleshy ass provacatively at him. She looked at him in the mirror and bit her bottom lip.

"You're wet. Aren't you, Mom?"

"Should I check?" he said as he pulled at the snap on his pajama bottom.

With amusement he saw her spread her legs slightly, maybe unconsciously awaiting his probe.

He reached between her legs and pushed two fingers inside his mother. They slid in easily.

"You're a slut, Mom." He said as he pushed another finger into her.

"You know you wanted this." He pulled his hand back and forth, penetrating deeper each time.

"Ahhhh..." she moaned as he let his finger rub against her clit.

"You hot ... fucking bitch-mother." he heard himself whisper hoarsely. His cock pressed against the crack of his mother's bare bottom. She inhaled sharply as he balled up his whole fist inside his mother.

He felt her push backwards, forcing her ass against his cock.

After several hard strokes he pulled his fist out of his mother. She looked back at his with pleading eyes. "Do you want me to stop, Mom." She leaned forward and pushed her bottom against his cock. "Do you want me to stop, Mom."

"Please." Her hands drifted downward between her legs but he slapped them aside.

'Tell me."

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. "Tell me, Mom."

"I ... want you."

He pinched her right buttock hard.

"Oww..."

"What do you want, Mom?"

"fuck..." She tried to turn around but he forced her in place.

"Hand me the hairbrush."

"Please. Let's just do ..."

"Goddamnit, Mom. I'm losing my patience." He took a wadeful of his mother's fleshy ass and squeezed roughly.

"*This* belongs to me, Mom." He squeezed her butt hard.

"Hand me the brush. You're beyond playing coy, Mother."

"Please... I'll let you do my butt." She leaned back against him, causing her rounded bottom to push against his angry red cock.

"Please ..." He met her pleading eyes in the mirror. It would have been so easy to give into her. But he had spend a whole lifetime of giving into her.

"The brush, Mom." He could have, of course, reached for the brush himself. But the act of surrender - the submission - was important.

She started to say something, but stopped herself and reached for the hairbrush. Their fingers intertwined as she passed the brush backwards to him.

She bit down on her bottom lip. His mother's eyes were wide with fear and anticipation.

He held her by the shoulders from behind and stared into their image in the mirror. Mother and son. Lovers bound forever together. Her bra was barely big enough to contain her heavy breasts. The bra emphasised rather than hid her attributes. In the early days when their ...relationship had begun to take a new dimension their sex play centered around her breasts. The bra would always be the first to go. Now, he thought, their bond had evolved. He let his hand trail along her flesh down to his mother's bare butt. He grabbed a handful of her fleshy ass and squeezed hard.

"Oww..." she protested. But she didn't attempt to squirm away.

Tears welled in her eyes. She bit down on her lower lip. He could have taken her just then and made tender love to this beautiful sexy creature who brought him life. It would have been so easy. But few things in life were so easy.

He switched the hairbrush to his right hand and held it up so she could see it in the mirror.

"You want this, Mom?" he said more as a statement than a question.

"Please..." she said in a low whimper.

"You know you need it. We need it."

"No... We can do anything ... you can do what you want ... but not like this."

"Tell me you don't want this ..." He sliped three fingers quickly up her pussy. His fingers slid into her effortlessly.

"ahhhh ...."

"Tell me, mom, that this is what you always wanted..."

"I...I...don't want ...be hurt..."

With his fingers still inside of her he stuck his thumb into his mom's anus.

"Oh...." She started bucking her hips rhythmically. Her motion caused his thumb to penetrate deeper into his mother's ass.

He felt his mother's sphincter close tightly on his thumb and then open again. Open and close with a maddening rhythm. He met her eyes in the mirror. Eager. Daring him to take her. Take her sweet, tight anus. Plunder its depths.

He summoned up some willpower from deep within him and withdrew his thumb. Her face was slack. She opened her eyes at her sudden emptiness.

"Do it. Come on, sweetie. Take momma's butt." She raised her bare ass provocative to her son.

"Fuck my ass. You know you ... Owww..."

His mom's big fleshy butt juggled delightly as he slapped his mother on her right cheek, leaving a pink welt on her soft white padding.

"Please! No!"

Her eyes were wide with tears, her knuckles were white as she held tightly to the ends of her dressing table with her bare ass still presenting like an offering to her son.

"W--we can just make love ... like we used to. N-not like this."

"Ohhh ..." "Tell me to stop." His mother's right buttock was now a bright red that made Kevin wince involuntarily as she quivered at this anticipation of his next blow.

He switched hands and lands a hard smack on her unblemished left buttock. He slapped her much harder than he had planned as she fell face forward against the dressing table, causing a bottle of perfume to fall. The overwhelming flowery smell assualted his senses as the delicate bottle shattered on the tile floor.

His mother whimpered as she her head laid limp among the now-scattered makeup containers on her dressing table. Her butt jiggled in pain (or was it something else?, he thought to himself he guiltily pushed that thought from his mind). Her left butt cheek was now branded with the red imprint of his hand which stood out in angry constrast to the soft white roundness of her buttock.

"Mom...?" He bent forward and reached for her shoulders. She shook at his touch. The bare flesh was hot and clammy.

"Mom ... Are you alright?" He gently raised her from the dressing table. He felt a flash of shame as his cock, still erect, made contact with the crack of his mother's bare butt.

"Mom?" Her eyes were glassy, her mouth hung agape. He noticed her nipples were tightly crinkled against her lacy bra.

"I'm so ... so sorry. I wouldn't do anything to ... you know .. really hurt you."

"Ahhh!" He jumped as he suddenly felt her fingers at his crotch. He looked in the mirror and saw her stare back at him as she reached for him between her spread legs. She opened the snap of his pajama bottom with a click as her hand grasped his handness in her palm.

"You bastard." she hissed under her breath while her fingers stroked his cock.

"Oh, God... Mom!" he stammered as his mother continued by pulled roughly, posessively on his cock. He was ready to explode.

"Don't you dare cum yet, motherfucker" she grunted as she guided his cock between her cheeks to her tight rosebud. She pushed her hips backwards against him. His cock entered his mother's butt and easily slid past her anal sphincter.

He felt sweat dripping down his forehead as she rocked her hips against him.

He could hear himself loudy inhale as his cock slid deeper in his mom's tight, hot butt.

"You're an asshole, you know, Kevin."

He thought of making of joke of the irony of being called an asshole by someone while actually fucking that person's asshole. But only grunts came out of his mouth as he continued to plow his mother's butt.

"I ... l-love you ... Mom.", he blurted out as he came in his mother's anus. His head was swimming as he continued to spasm almost painfully, pumping his semen into her butt.

"I love you, too, Honey." she said sweetly.

"But you're still an asshole, Kevin" She smiled at him in the mirror with a hint of amusement. "And .. a motherfucker." He grunted with surprise as he felt her anal ring tighten down on his now-delated dick.

"I can't ... not this soon, Mom"

"Sure you can." she replied as she alternately tightened and loosened her spincter against his cock.

"Ahhh..." he heard a moan and discovered it was from his own throat.

My first new story on Literotica. As always ... feedback will encourage more!