J. Russell - Mother_s ass

"Time for more of the lesson," she said with mock formality.

"What are you going to teach me now?"

"Let's demonstrate instead of talk. Okay?"

"Sure."

She stretched herself along his body, straddling one of his thighs to let its hardness ease the hunger of her pussy, and put her arms around him. "Kiss me again, Son."

Their lips locked and her tongue probed for his. He explored her throat with his tongue tip and she writhed on him, her boobs scrubbing the sparse hair on his chest, her cunt grinding on his thigh. When she drew back to look into his face through a film of happy tears, she knew he was no longer Fooled by the academic pretense.

When he spoke, his voice had a tone of new maturity. "Mom," he said very softly. "You just want to fuck with me, don't you?"

She cringed. "Yes," she whispered. "I didn't until it happened, but I do now. Besides, there really are a lot of things you don't know yet."

"Yeah." He kneaded her ass and sighed. "I've dreamed I was fucking you lots of times. It never did turn out like today." A faraway look of bliss stole into his eyes. "Never wild like that was. Mom, the second I stuck my cock into you I knew I couldn't stop! I knew I had to go all the way!"

"I know."

The telephone rang. Helen groaned and scrambled off her son. "Why don't you get it, honey? You've got to get your blood circulating again."

"Okay," he grinned, laying his hand on her belly for a moment before leaving her. In a moment, he was back. "Dad," he said. "Says there's an emergency meeting with the State Highway engineers tonight. He called from the airport to say he'd be home the middle of tomorrow morning."

"Oh, dear!" she wailed.

Danny grinned. "Hey, Mom! We can play a lot! Okay?"

She realized how such a suggestion would have horrified her two hours earlier. "A regular orgy, you mean," she said dryly.

Danny grinned and ducked his head. "I guess so. All kinds of games."

"Yes. I guess we can do that."

"Wow! Gee, thanks, Mom!" He grabbed her, pulling her to him and rubbing his body against her jugs. He slid his hand down her side to her hip, then around her and between her thighs to clutch at her pussy. She squirmed, but his other arm was like a bar across the small of her back, and he dug his fingers deeply into her crotch, raising her feet from the floor. "This is fun, Mom! I like playing with you like this!"

Savage lust roared in her and she clung to him. "I like it, too!" she said in a strangled tone.

"Hey, Mom, is it true animals and people fuck sometimes?"

"Danny! How should I know?"

"I mean, would it be possible?"

The pressure of his hand in her cunt burned wariness out of her. "Why not? Male animals have penises and get erections, just like men do. Females have… have vaginas."

"Yeah, I guess so. I heard someone talking about it. Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Mom, I'd sure like to see that once."

"Ugh! I don't know where you'd find an animal that would do it!"

"I mean a male animal and a woman."

"That's even more unlikely! You'd never find a woman who'd do that for you!" She sighed and pressed her thighs together on his hand, then grinned broadly. "Other women aren't going to be thinking just of you. They're not going to do weird things for you like I am."

"But you would, wouldn't you?"

"What!"

"You'd let an animal fuck you so I could see how it worked, wouldn't you?"

"Danny!"

"Wouldn't you, Mom? Just for me?"

That was a safe commitment, she decided. She'd never have to honor it. He never would find an animal trained that way. "Yes. I guess I would, Son. I'm afraid you'd have a hard time finding an animal that accommodating, though."

"No, Mom! I don't think so!"

She laughed contentedly and hugged him. Let him have his fantasies, she thought. Tonight, I've got him.

"Smokey, Mom!" Danny set her on her feet, his hand still firmly locked in her cunt.

She leaned back and gazed into his earnest eyes, shaking her head. "Smokey wouldn't touch a woman, Son. He doesn't know anything about those things. Why, he's never even had a lady donkey!"

"He knows all about hard-ons," Danny insisted. "He's been going around with one half the time this week."

"He has? I didn't notice."

"That's because you don't see him often."

"Having an erection isn't having sex with a woman, Son. I'm afraid that just isn't practical."

"We could at least try!" He sounded irritated and hurt. "You just don't want to. You just said you would without meaning it."

'Danny, I meant it!" Damn it, I really didn't! But I'm not going to admit that. Besides, what's the harm in trying? Smokey's not going to do anything but try to hide.

"Okay! Come on, then!" Her son pulled his hand out of her throbbing pussy and pulled her towards the back of the house. "Let's try, Mom. Just once."

"It's broad daylight, Danny! We can't go out naked like this!"

"Nobody can see us! Not the way you and Dad have the place screened off!"

Convincing or not, he was stronger than she. He gripped her wrist firmly and dragged her with him. They crossed the yard and ducked through the hedge into Smokey's compound. Danny led her into the ass' corral.

"You better use the feed table," he said.

Helen hesitated, surveying the table her husband had insisted on to keep the hay off the ground. It did look the right height, coming almost exactly to the level of the fiery little beast's belly. At the moment, there was a thick layer of sweet-smelling hay on it and Smokey was wandering about disconsolately, his cock projecting from its sheath, rigid and an angry red.

"Good heavens! I see what you mean about erections!" she exclaimed.

Danny urged her across the corral to the feed table. "Just bend over it, I guess," he said.

Reluctantly, she bent forward and lay on her belly on the table, her feet on the pulverized ground. The hay pricked her flesh, but it smelled so sweet and provided such a pleasant cushion she didn't object. Danny began to tie a tag end of frayed rope around her left wrist.

"Danny! What's the big idea?"

He smiled apologetically. "He's going to have enough to get used to without worrying about where you're going. You said so yourself in the dining room."

"Oh, all right." She knew it gave her son an enormous erotic thrill to see her helpless, and it wasn't going to hurt her. She let him knot loops around both wrists and waited to see how he meant to position her. He pulled her forward on the table until her boobs cleared the forward edge and her thighs pressed the opposite side. I don't know why we call it a table, she thought, squirming uncomfortably. It's nothing but a two-by-twelve.

Danny groaned. "You can't do it like that," he said. "That's no good." And then, excitedly, "I know, Mom! Wait!" He raced to the shelter and brought back the tattered old saddle. Helping his mother to her feet, he flung the saddle onto the table, where it appeared to fit as well as it did on Smokey. "Now! Lie over that!"

She lowered her belly onto the saddle, lying precariously across it. Danny tied loops to her ankles, ignoring her hands, and pulled her legs apart to an impossible angle, securing her feet to the table supports. Grasping her waist, he slid her forward so the saddle was under her hips and lower belly, her torso hanging over the other side and her ass in the air. She struggled, but he seized the rope fragments that dangled from her wrists and quickly lashed her wrists to her ankles.

"My God, Danny! Not this way!" She tried to imagine how her cunt must be gaping.

"Mom! This is the greatest! Wow, what a playground!" He ran his hand over her back and onto her ass. "You'd make a great toy!"

"Oh, sure!" She stared at the way her hair swept the ground, shimmering auburn strands brushing dung-rich, dark earth, and looked past her legs at Smokey, still shuffling around the corral with his engorged hard-on bobbing. It's a good thing he's not going to know what to do, she thought with a shudder. That thing's so big it would split me right down the middle! But, God, how it would feel going in!