| Mom's Secret Play Room, Part 4 Copyright: I the owner retain the right to my work and do not give permission for it to be reposted on any other site without my express written permission. This work is imaginary, and any liking this story has to a real person's life is a chance occurrence. The work below contains acts or allusions to S&M, BDSM, Toys, F/g, F/F, and minors under the age of 18 or 21 having sex with an adult. If any of this material is offensive to you, or you are underage then do not read the work below. Thank you. The morning after entry 3: I woke up, with a start and a suppressed groan. I was sore, very sore all around my pelvis, and I wondered why. And then I remembered what a wonderful night I had, just a few hours ago. I smiled at the memory and the accompanying memory flash back, that brought a pang of pleasure that swept my body from head to toe. I was on my mom's bed, upstairs with a light sheet covering me, I was nude and facing me, was my mom. She was sitting in a recliner in the corner of the room, in a nice baby pink robe the same make and color like the one I had on last night. Another memory of last night's treats swept through me again. I was curled up with my head on my mom's pillow, which smelled of lavender. My body was in a fetal position but my hands where next to my face, with the left hand in a fist, and the right one around it. I slipped my right hand from the pillow, under the sheet to my sore bottom. I felt around it, and didn't feel any bruises or anything like that. I then slipped my hand down further to my asshole. I let out a silent gasp or horror, my asshole was still a gaping hole after my mom's hour long ass fucking session. I felt around my open hole and even hesitantly inside of it. It was very warm, and developed a tingling sensation that wasn't at all unpleasant at my hands exploration. I most have spent a good 3 or 4 minutes exploring my rear entrance. It left me both curious to see it and also aroused, which is a testament to teenage hormones if after a satisfying sex session like last night the morning after wards I am ready for more. So I slip my hand out of my hole and slid quietly out of bed, the only sound of my movement is the soft rustle of the sheet under me. I really have nothing to fear really, since Mom has no real reason to get mad at me, and she is a fair heavy sleeper unlike yours truly. So I get out of bed and slip down the hall to our communal bathroom, and face the wall long mirror above the sink. It is a nice but practical mirror with a nice green vines and purple grapes painted and curved on the edges. I stand on a small half foot tall stool, and bend over away from the mirror. I then use a large mirror on a movable stand to view my butt. Another gasp comes out, the loudest sound I've made all morning without a doubt. My poor little pucker isn't little anymore, instead of the usual pink thing the size of a nickel or penny; it had morphed into a hole about an inch and half wide. The strap on Mom had used was 2 inches across, so in how ever many hours of sleep I had gotten, my hole had only closed half an inch. An moment of panic came over me as I thought how long it take for my poor body to recover from last night. I stayed there, bent over looking at myself thinking of the damage I may have done to myself. It seemed like an lifetime but I eventually overcame my fears and assumed that Mom would be able to answer my questions and fears. I then started to inspect my new expansion with my hand again, I noticed as I played with myself that no poop was evident. I would have wondered why, but the tingling sensation was back and more arousing then before. I soon lost myself in a world of anal pleasure, as my hand went started to thrust in and out of my ass hole like Mom's strap on last night. My pussy and nipples responded to the rising my rising hornyness, by getting wet and hard. I slipped my free hand down to my pussy and started to rub myself. I then spread my legs and watched as my hands rubbed and thrust their ways into my body, I felt like I was watching some else finger, and fist me. I had by this time wormed my whole hand into my bowels and was going at it. I started to moan and was so consumed by my adventure I didn't notice my mom standing in the bathroom doorway. I only noticed her when she laid a hand on my right ass cheek and toke her other hand and grasped my wrist of the hand fisting myself. She said in a mothering voice "Well I see last night didn't leave any lasting harm to you." I only moaned in frustration as I was reaching my limit till my release, when she stopped me. She said again "Here honey, let me do that." She then toke my hands from ass and pussy and replaced them with her hands and mouth. I turned around and grabbed the sink to stead myself as my mother put her larger fist inside my rectum and started to eat me out. Her hand bullied it way in and out of me, my ass muscles were still too weak from last night to even attempt to stop her hand from invading me. Her tongue meanwhile slipped past my open wet lips and started to quiver and scoop my love juice out from my pussy. I moaned as I was worked by the sexual professional that my mom truly is. She needed only a little while till her anal fisting and mouth, nibbling at my clit, toke me over the edge. I moaned in orgasmic delight as my body let a good amount of pussy honey leaking out of me and forming a small puddle and many rivulets on the floor and down my thighs. Mom after taking all the juices she could from my pussy, and being sprayed in the face, toke her mouth from my pussy and her fist out of my anus, and licked all over my thighs. It sent a shiver all over as her tongue licked and her mouth sucked the juices leaking down my thighs. It toke only a few minutes or so, but then she was down, She then got up grabbed a towel hanging from the towel rack on the wall, and cleaned up my pussy puddle. She then gentle cleaned me up and then cleaned her face, hands, and mine as well of all traces of pussy or anal play. She then smiled and hugged me, which I returned with a quiet understated passion. Please comment, your input is valued, and you may request future plot lines for this or any other stories you would like to typed and uploaded by me. |