risk-e-venture: AN EASTER TALE: Skipping the Eggs“Mom!” I blurted out, as I tried to tur
risk-e-venture: AN EASTER TALE: Skipping the Eggs“Mom!” I blurted out, as I tried to turn my yelp into a whisper at the last second. But in reply, my Mother, half naked in our living room as she stood before me in what amounted to Easter themed lingerie, just shushed me and told me to either quiet down, or run back to my room and miss out on my surprise. Her phrasing caught me off guard almost as much as her little white panties, thigh high stockings, cropped top, and bunny ears had. She looked like a stripper on Easter, who just so happened to look exactly like my Mom. But since I would have given all the money I had for that exact thing, I tried to play it cool, look offended, and take as many mental photographs as I could. But, before I could figure out what the right level of indignity I should be pretending to feel was, Mom knocked me on my proverbial ass by just flat out stating, “I found your incest porn, and I know your into Mom/Son stuff”. My brain was screaming, and I wanted to protest, but it was hard to believe she was just guessing, which meant she had proof, which meant I was going to die and either Mom or Dad were going to be my killer. But, as I scrambled in vain for some kind of defense against what she was going to say next, she instead shocked me again. Mom followed up with, “and if you want a little something extra this Easter”, and at that, she gave a sexy little shake that was hard to mistake… “then you need to shut up, listen up, and do as your Mother tells you to! Now… can you do that or not, because this needs to be quick!”I was dreaming, I was pretty sure. But, I was definitely going to go along with it. So, I nodded, quietly, and braced myself. “Good”, Mom said. Her tone was brisk, like we were running late for a party somewhere, but her outfit and the vast amount of bared skin she was showing me, on purpose, was extremely distracting. “Now…” she began. “This is going to be a bit rushed, but your Dad is already at church, and while those things run a long time, I don’t want to take unnecessary risks; so we need to do this quickly. SO…. I’m just going to say it.”And then she put her hands on her hips, and slid one leg forward, the move a touch provocative, but also very obviously meant to be. “I propose a deal sweetheart. You see… and I’m just going to say this… Mommy likes anal! I do, I like it, and I only get to do it with toys, by myself; and that’s just not fair! We do a lot of stuff your Dad likes, but he refuses this because he thinks butts are icky or some such bullshit. Well…” she continued. “Now that I know that you have an impossible fantasy that involves me, and you know that I have an impossible fantasy that involves a big dick in my ass… well… Well?” And, for just a moment, she actually looked vulnerable. And, as huge a fantasy as this was for me, I had to take a second to appreciate how fragile Mom looked right in that moment, and how much she had risked by having this conversation at all. This was HUGE. And she’d put herself out there, and now she so much of her life was hinging on my reply.So, I didn’t leave her hanging. I told her, “Of course Mom, that sounds Amazing!” and watched the relief wash over her body in a way that was so profound I felt like 1,000 pounds of frightening uncertainty had been lifted off of both of our shoulder. But, after a moment filled with looks of relief, and teary smiles, and obvious gratitude, things took on a totally different tone. Out of nowhere, Mom looked at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, and with a sultry purr, she said, “Oh baby… Mommy’s about to thank the fuck out of you!”.With that, Mom squatted down very slowly, and very low, and when she was down so low I was beginning think she really might be a stripper, she told me, “Clothes off, and body here”, and she pointed right in front of her. When I complied as fast as I could manage, and I stood before her with my dick already hard and bobbing in front of my Mom’s face, Mom looked up at me and said, “There’s my good boy. Now grab my cell phone out of the Easter basket right there on the couch and get a photo of this”. I eagerly obeyed, and next thing I knew I was trying to take a photo as my Mom’s cool fingers wrapped themselves around my cock, and she pulled my hard dick up to her face. Then she opened her mouth, and moved like she was going to push my dick down her throat, but she paused first. Sort of smiling towards the phone and waiting for me to get my pic. And no sooner did she hear the click, than she moaned and I felt my own Mother’s warm, and wet lips wrap themselves around the tip of cock and slide begin to slide their way down. Mom was wearing the necklace, bracelet, and earrings that Dad had bought her for her birthday. In fact, her jewlery suggested that she had actually dressed up for church before changing her mind. Now, instead of being at church sitting beside Dad, her wedding ring was slipping and sliding up and down the length of my shaft, gliding easily since my cock was soaked in my Mother’s saliva. Mom got lost in the blowjob, and the next few minutes of my life were paradise. But just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, my Mom dragged my cock from her mouth with a pop, and, looking up at me, she asked, “How does Mommy look with a big dig stretching her lips out?” “How about this?” she added, then she took my cock, and slowly dragged it across her cheek while locking eyes with me, and when it was right in front of her mouth again, she paused and smiled up at me, part of her obscured as she peered around the dick in her hand. Then she said, “Well my Son, I think a young man with a Mommy fetish might enjoy pushing his big dig in between his Mother’s lips, and watching her try to work and adjust, to fit it down her throat. So…” and then she just pointed my dick at her lips, loosened her grip, and with a smile, waited for me to start slowly thrusting forward". It went on like that for awhile. Mom was careful to keep me from going over the edge, but also paid great attention to playing up the fact that she was my actual fetish. She never hesitated to stop and say something dirty, or to draw attention to who she was, and what she was doing to her own son. It looked incredible and SO fucking hot. I only wished that I could get her to take her top off (not that the outfit wasn’t weirdly doing it for me). She had me so close… and she kept me there. But before I could decide to whether to beg her to let me cum, or to never ever stop, she stopped all on her own. Mom got up, walked to the couch with a sexy little gait, laid down, and… removed her fluffy bunny tail. Which, it turns out, was actually a butt plug that she’d had inside her the whole time! She smiled at me, a wicked little grin, and reached behind a stuffed rabbit she’d laid on the couch in order to produce a bottle of oil/lube. She applied it herself, carefully, and teasingly, and I struggled not to jerk off while my Mom stretched and lubed her ass as she spread her legs for me. But, eventually she decided she was ready, and with ‘come hither’ eyes, she asked me, “What do you say sweetie? Think you’re ready to push that big cock into your Mother’s tight little holes, and see if it feels just as good as you’ve imagined?”Maybe that should have made me even closer to cumming, but I was starting to find the opposite was true. The hotter it got the more confident I got, and the more confident I got the more I felt like I could fuck her forever. And fuck her I did.Like I said, the outfit was weirdly hot, but after a few minutes, I asked her if she was going to wear the bunny ears the entire time. In reply, she simply taunted, “I thought you’d like me dressed as your little Easter Fuck Bunny… but if you want them off… then Knock Them Off!”. And after that, she grinned back at me, bit her lower lip, and then she thrusted her ass back at me once, hard. It forced a wave of pleasure through me that made me slow for a second and reminded me that Mom was very much aware that she had been my ultimate fantasy for years.Yet… For all of Mom’s slutty bravado up to that point, the truth was that it had been years since she’d had anything but a toy in her ass, and I was no toy. I pushed Mom to her limits, taking her slowly at first and then faster, and harder as time went on. I stretched out my Mom’s asshole and she begged me to do it harder, to give her more, and, of course, my personal favorite was when she begged me to, “Rape Mommy’s tight little asshole”. We fucked for what felt like an hour before the pressure built inside me to a point where I couldn’t take any more; and when I told her I was going to cum, she breathlessly asked, “my ass or my face?”. It took me a second, but when I realized what she’d meant, I almost didn’t have time anymore. I quickly pulled out and tried to push Mom down so she’d know what I wanted, but I was already screaming and cumming as she hit her knees in front of me and told me, “Do it! Cum for your Mommy sweetie! Cum all over your Mother’s face!” My first 4 or 5 shots actually landed on her legs and on her tits. But after that I steadied myself with one hand on her head and finished on her face, neck and tits. When it was all said and done, I couldn’t even stand anymore. My legs felt like I’d been running for days and I was dripping with sweat and satisfaction. For her part, Mom was smiling and laughing. She looked over at me from her knees, with a satisfied grin, and with my cum dripping off her face and tits and running in tiny rivers all down her body.After a few minutes of catching our breath, she told me to go wipe down, because she was taking the 1st shower, but, if there was time, I was definitely going next. Dad came home eventually, we exchanged some Easter gifts, helped the neighborhood with an Easter Egg hunt for the kids, and Mom even wore parts of the bunny outfit she’d worn that morning during her Easter seduction of me. Late that night, and I do mean late. I heard my door crack open, and Mom slipped into my room. I was awake, and she gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me that she was just there to make sure that I had no regrets and I’d liked my Easter gift as much as she’d liked hers. When I told her it was the best gift ever… I could tell, even in the dark, that she was smiling. And, just before she left my room, she whispered into the darkness, “Then I guess we’ll have to see about doing it again soon. Goodnight sweetie, Mommy loves you and your big cock very much”. And then she blew “us” a kiss, and snuck back to her and Dad’s bedroom. Leaving me with the distinct impression that my life was about to take a turn for the awesome. -- source link