Anal for His Birthday : Sinful Mothers 24

by Tori Westwood

I’ve never been fucked in the ass before, and the last person I ever thought would be taking my anal virginity was my nineteen-year-old son Donnie.

It’s not exactly the birthday present I envisioned him having, but a mother has to dote on her son, doesn’t she?  Read how my son slides his stiff length through my tight knot and cums in my asshole.


“You’re … hot,” he said eventually, and I felt my heart swell at his compliment.

“You think your own mother is hot, Donnie?” I asked, wanting him to repeat the sentiment.

“Look at you,” he said, taking the moment to trail his eyes over me again.

I felt so sexy all of a sudden.  It felt as though I could have anything I wanted.

“What is this?” he asked.  “Why are you dressed like that?”

“It’s your present,” I said.  “I thought it was what you wanted.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!”

“Well then it really is a birthday surprise.”

“Jeez, Mom,” he said, sliding a hand down his face.  “Are you sure I’m not still dreaming?”

“Let’s find out,” I said, and I started to pull the covers off his body.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“It’s time for your present,” I said.


I stared down at his tight boxer-shorts and the huge bulge beneath them, raising my eyebrows with surprise.

“Where have you been hiding this, Donnie?”

“Mom!” he shouted, pulling the duvet back up over him.

“Don’t you want your present?” I said, all coquettish and slut-like.

“The blowjob?” he asked.

“Don’t try and tell me you weren’t being serious,” I said, raising an eyebrow and pulling down the duvet again.

“You’re not gonna quit are you?”

“Not until my son gets his present,” I said, and I dropped my body onto the bed now, putting my face close to his crotch.

“Damn, Mom,” he said, as though he couldn’t deny me now.

“Want to take it out for me?” I asked, then I tickled the bulge with one of my nails.

I watched it shift beneath the fabric as the blood pumped it to life.

“That’s fucking hot,” I gasped, watching the awakening at his crotch.

It swelled until it started to stretch under the waistband, then he moved his hand to cover it.

“You’ve got nothing to be shy about,” I said, giggling.  “Here, let me help you.”

I put my fingers on the waist of his boxer-shorts and he tensed up.  His hand moved to grab mine but he stopped just before contact, freezing as though his body was taking over his mind.

“Fuck,” he said, and there was an element of defeat in his voice.

I took my cue to pull his briefs down and that’s when I watched his huge, magnificent cock roll out.  I grabbed it with my hand and immediately felt my inhibitions run away from me.  My heart raced at the situation and the naughtier I got the more and more my imagination ran away from me.

“A nice birthday blowjob,” I said, grabbing his big cock in my hand and wrapping my fingers around him.

I opened my mouth and gave the tip of him a big, wet kiss, listening to him suck in a gasp of breath as he covered his face with his hands.

“Happy birthday, to you,” I started to sing, kissing him intermittently as I said the words.  I put more and more of him in my mouth until I could feel his thickness at the top of my throat.  To have his flesh in my lips like that felt incredible, and it seemed to awaken something inside me.


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