Exploring My Mother’s Asshole

Story Excerpt

Hot and Heavy in the Bungalow

The bungalow’s air is humid, heavy with the stench of salt, sweat, and the sharp bite of rum still on my breath. Outside, the tropical storm is in full rage, wind slamming the thin walls, rain pounding like it wants to tear the roof off. Inside, a lantern flickers weakly on the wicker table, throwing shaky shadows over us. I’m on my knees on the woven mat, face buried between her thighs, tongue deep in her tight ass while her hot, wet mouth works my cock like she’s starving for it. We’re both slick with rainwater and sweat, clothes half-on, half-torn, the storm’s chaos nothing compared to the filth we’re drowning in.

Her sarong’s bunched up around her waist, those round, firm cheeks pressed against my face as I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks. My tongue pushes into her puckered hole, the musky, forbidden taste hitting me raw—bitter, earthy, so fucking dirty it makes my dick throb harder in her mouth. I’m lapping at her, spit dripping down my chin, feeling her clench around me every time I dig deeper. My nose is pressed into her skin, inhaling the heat of her, and I can’t get enough of how wrong this is. My hands squeeze the pliant flesh of her buttocks, pulling her wider, and she trembles, a low groan buzzing through my shaft as she sucks me down.

Her lips are tight around my cock, sliding sloppy and wet from tip to base, tongue flicking over the head, lapping up the precum leaking out of me like a fucking faucet. My balls are tight, aching, the pressure building as she fights her gag reflex and takes me deeper, gagging just a little before pulling back to spit on me, making it messier. The wet, crude sounds of her mouth mix with the slurp of my tongue in her ass, and the storm’s roar just drowns out our grunts. I can feel her teeth graze me lightly, not pain, just enough to make me twitch, and I’m fighting not to blow right then and there.

“Fuck, you taste so goddamn dirty back here,” I growl, pulling my face out just enough to speak, spit stringing from my lips to her hole. “You like that, don’t you? My tongue up your ass?”

She pops off my cock, panting hard, her breath hot against my slick tip. A string of spit connects her mouth to the head of my dick, and her voice comes out raw, desperate with need. “Keep going, baby. Eat it. I fucking need this. Fuck me harder with your tongue down there while I suck you.”

I groan, diving back in, tongue thrusting into her tight ring as she swallows me down again. My hips jerk on their own, fucking her mouth shallowly while I devour her backside, the musky heat of her gripping my tongue sending spikes of need through me.
“I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” I grunt, muffled against her skin. “Shit, your mouth is too fucking good.”

“Then come,” she gasps around my cock, pulling off just to speak, her hand stroking me fast and sloppy. “But don’t stop eating me. I’m so fucking close.”

Her words hit me like a punch, and I’m lost—lost in the taste of her voracious asshole, the grip of her lips, the sheer wrongness of it all. I can’t think about anything but this, not the risk, not the line I swore I wouldn’t cross further. My dick pulses, my tongue fucks her harder, and every muscle in me is screaming for release.

Then the lantern flickers one last time and dies, a gust of wind slamming the bungalow as we’re plunged into total fucking darkness. I freeze, tongue still in her, her mouth still on me, both of us breathing hard in the inky blackness. My heart’s pounding, not just from lust but from the sudden jolt of reality—how the hell did we get here? But her ass shifts against my face again, a silent beg for more, and I know we’re not stopping.