Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5

... right there. If in any way your sister was involved, I don't want to hear-"

"No, Mom." My last girlfriend had let me put it in her and fuck her slowly, but it was too big. It hadn't hurt her, but the pressure in her vagina was too uncomfortable. She was a petite young woman. I respected her reaction and thanked her for trying. As a consolation prize, she brought me off with her hands and mouth, but it wasn't most people would call a blowjob. I'm not sure why we broke up. A few weeks later we kept getting angry with each other.

Thinking about it left a little anger in me. "How do I apply this stuff?" My grease globbed fingers hovered near Mom's dark and rather large pucker. It looked larger than mine, and I poop logs thicker than my erected dick! "I heard you have to use a lot."

"More than a lot, Craig." My mother warned. "Use at least a quarter of that jar."

"That didn't answer my question." I was feeling testy. My teen rebellion superpower wasn't happy that I had to let my mother take charge of the situation. She acted the complete opposite of Nell's anxious submission that morning.

"For fuck's sake!" She swore but abruptly giggled. "Literally. Sorry, Honey. I'll guide you."

Mom spoke efficiently, saying only what was required for my to prepare her for a thing I still couldn't believe was happening. I should have considered my father's right to her fidelity. Although I was confident, she had rare lovers outside of their marriage with his permission if ...

... not explicit. She no doubt allowed him similar recourse, but I did doubt Dad would have done it. I was his son whom he trusted and loved. I loved him, but the tiny devil hovering over my right shoulder, pounded my tiny angel into a bloody pulp.

At her direction, I used the first glob of smelly lube to coat my dick. I had to dip twice to ensure it was sufficiently greased. Then I pressed a smaller glob upon the crinkle of my mother's anus. I rubbed that pert eye for nearly a minute, adding extra lube every few seconds. She told me at one point to push more firmly, with a fresh swipe of lube.

Mom gasped when my middle finger slipped into her butthole. Her body shuddered. My limited experience with female orgasms told me that I had made my mother shake from a little quake in her loins. I looked, expecting to see her masturbating, but her hands remained on the bedspread. "Don't dally, Craig. Push more in until you can slide three fingers in and out." She was breathing fast and shallow.

I speed up pressing Vaseline into my mother's ass. I had probably used a third of the jar when she moaned. "I can't wait any longer, I need to feel it!"

You and I know she meant my dick, but I was never more proud of the major salami jutting from my crotch than at that moment. I didn't bother with words. I quickly grabbed and aimed my dick, hunching forward until the grease coated tip met her shining sphincter.

"Just a second." She did something. I only noticed the back of her thighs ...