Anal loving Mom wears Dad's favorite blouse to make me cum on it

Mom gets a hard anal fuck and then begs son to cum all over Dad's favorite blouse on her!

This story is the continuation of "Wild fuck fest between family photos". To understand everything, read this story first.

Ron lay sprawled across Edith's king-sized bed, cocooned in tangled white sheets. The bathroom door stood slightly ajar, spilling harsh fluorescent light and the rhythmic splash of water onto the dimly lit bedroom carpet. Outside, city lights bled through gauzy curtains, painting stripes across the ceiling. He traced them absently with tired eyes.

The door clicked open fully. Edith emerged with her blonde hair pulled back tightly into a high ponytail, drawing her features taut—accentuating the faint wrinkles fanning from her eyes. She wore the light blue blouse as her nightgown, its gossamer fabric made translucent beneath the bathroom's harsh light. The elegant collar lay open, revealing sharp collarbones and the hollow dip at her throat. Its elongated hem skimmed her thighs. The fabric clung transparently to her slight frame: her small, sagging breasts hung visible beneath, nipples like dark raisins pressed against wet nightgown-blouse.

Ron froze mid-stretch. His eyes widened as he tracked down her silhouette—his breath hitched at the intimate exposure—the blouse designed for comfort became indecent pornography carved. "Christ, Mom..." he muttered, voice thick with sleep and shock. She stood utterly still. Through the transparent blue fabric, Ron could see every wiry curl below her navel. The blouse's lowest fastened buttons stand infront of her dense brown pubic hair pressing against the thin material.

Edith smile was soft yet predatory. "You like it?" she murmured, letting the words hang. She moved closer—each step made the delicate fabric whisper against bare thighs. "Does Mommy look... sexy?"

A knot tightened in Ron's throat. His gaze flicked helplessly from the impossibly thin blue blouse hiding nothing—nothing at all—to her eyes. "Yeah," he breathed, the admission rough. "Sexy as hell." The words tasted strange—both thrilling and deeply wrong.

"Good," she whispered, that predatory smile deepening. Her fingernail scraped over the buttons smooth surfaces. "Because Mommy put it on... just for you." She paused, letting the invitation hang thickly between them.

Ron’s breath caught and he sat up. On trembling hands and knees, he crawled across the crumpled bed towards her—slow, deliberate movements that made the mattress springs groan softly. At the very edge, he stopped. His eyes locked onto hers. One hand lifted tentatively, palm upward, fingers trembling slightly - an open invitation. "Come here," he rasped.

Edith slid her small hand into his and let herself be pulled forward onto the mattress. The transparent blue fabric ghosted over Ron’s bare thigh as she landed lightly beside him. Before she could settle, Ron gripped her shoulder firmly and twisted her onto her back in one smooth motion. Edith gasped and her head sinked into the pillow. Her legs parted instinctively as Ron crawled over her.

First his lips brushing the delicate cotton where the blouse draped over her soft stomach. The kiss was featherlight, almost reverent, pressing into the slight swell beneath. Edith shuddered, her fingers curling into the sheets. Ron moved higher—slowly—following the neat row of buttons upwards. Each small, plastic nub received a brief, warm press of his lips as he climbed her torso. His breath warmed the soaked-through fabric, that Edith’s chest rose sharply beneath the thin blouse.

Edith released a trembling sigh, and her hand tangled softly in his hair. "My sweet boy," she breathed out, the words thick and tender. Her other thumb traced the shell of Ron’s ear. "Always… always knew you’d come back to me."

His teeth caught the stiff edge of her collar, before dragging downward gently. The bite wasn't sharp, more possessive a claim. Then came the kisses beneath her chin, tracing the delicate arch of her neck toward her collarbone. His lips lingered where a faint spray of age spots faded into shadow. Each kiss was wet and deliberate. Her light gasps clearing the silence.

Edith’s head pressed deeper into the pillow, exposing more of her throat to his mouth. A tremor ran through her narrow lips—parted slightly—as Ron’s tongue traced the frantic flutter beneath her jawline. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer against her skin.

"Tell Mommy," she breathed, her voice catching with anticipation, "what dirty things you dream about... when you’re alone..."

Ron’s lips slid wetly down Edith’s neck, kissing her pulsing throat with sloppy, adoring hunger. He nipped lightly at the soft skin beneath her ear. "Wanna eat you pussy..." he mumbled hoarsely, his nose pressing into the angle of her jaw. "For hours..." His tongue flicked against her sweat-salted neck, lingering with messy affection. "Till you come screaming..." His hips shifted between her thighs, grinding deliberately against the blue fabric where it clung to her hairy slit. "Wanna lick... every hole... Mom..."

Edith’s hand slid from his hair to his shoulder—a gentle push downward. Her voice trembled with urgent possession. "Go back down... baby..." Ron obeyed and his lips kissed along those neat plastic buttons trailing downward—slow and worshipful—toward her hips.

His kisses turned softer, shyer, as they traced the delicate rise of her thigh—first the right, then the left, lingering just below the hem of the blouse. Edith held her breath, fingers knotting tight in the sheets as the kisses deepened.

Ron nuzzled against the warm skin, before gently tugging the blue fabric higher. It slid reluctantly over her hips, bunching just below her navel until dense, wiry brown curls sprang free, glistening faintly in the low light. Edith shuddered beneath him.

His hands settled on her inner thighs. Slowly, deliberately, he traced upward along trembling muscles, fingers brushing through the sparse, dark hairs that thickened as they neared the shadowed delta. Her breath hitched sharply when his thumbs grazed the outer edges of her curls.

Then he lowered his face into that dense thicket. Not diving onto her clit, not yet. Instead, he pressed his cheek against the wiry mound, inhaling deeply, than dragging his lips deliberately through the coarse hair itself. Soft kisses landed on the curls covering her pussy, gentle nuzzling against the coarse strands.

Edith whimpered—a soft, choked sound—as she felt his warm breath dampening her curls. His lips moved deliberately, kissing the wiry forest itself with strange reverence. Each press lingered longer than necessary, as if worshiping untamed territory. She arched slightly off the mattress, her fingers knotting tighter in the sheets as his mouth migrated downward inch by torturous inch. His face nudged deeper into the warmth, sending tremors through her thighs.

Her cries sharpened when his tongue finally slid beneath the coarse brown toward her swollen clit. He bypassed the slick slit still gleaming beneath, focusing solely on the hooded peak nestled within thick curls. His first long lick dragged wetly upward, tasting salt and her need equally. Edith gasped, a strangled cry escaping her as her hips jerked involuntarily. "Ronnie... Taste mommy... god... yes!"

His lips formed a tight seal around the sensitive nub, drawing it deep into his warm mouth. He sucked hard, humming against it. Her thighs clamped around his head, trapping him against her heat as his tongue flicked rapidly over the hardened pearl. "Mhhmmm... so good..." he groaned, pulling off only to lap at her frantic little pulse point.

"Yes!" Edith hissed, fingers clawing into the sheets. "Taste your mommy... taste how wet you make me!" Her hips bucked upward against his face, smearing slickness across his cheek. She gasped sharply as his tongue dove deep into her entrance, curling against velvet walls, then dragged upward again. "GOD! Eat my filthy pussy, Ronnie... my sick little boy..."

Ron moaned into her heat, his licks lengthening deliberately—deep plunges past her folds followed by agonizingly slow pulls toward her clit. Each stroke painted his tongue with thick musk. Edith choked on a cry as he flattened his tongue against her entire slit, lapping from perineum to clit in one broad, possessive sweep.

"Fuck... fuck, drink Mommy," she gasped, hips rolling against his mouth. Her fingers grabbing his hair, grinding his face deeper into wiry curls. "Taste how dirty I am... how filthy I get for my son... dreaming of you... ah! God!" Her voice fractured as his tongue thrust deep inside her clenching hole, muffling her obscene confession against trembling flesh.

Ron responded with loud, deliberate slurps—wet, sucking noises. He drank greedily from her exposed slit, nostrils flared against her damp curls, inhaling the thick musk of her. Edith arched violently. Her thighs clamped around his ears, squeezing rhythmically as his tongue danced between shallow licks and deep plunges. "Yes... swallow it... swallow Mommy's juices... all for you!" Her plea dissolved into choking ecstasy as he groaned into her core, the vibration sending shockwaves up her spine.

His lips slid lower. Edith froze and her eyes widened. Ron’s tongue traced the rougher patch of skin directly below her glistening entrance—the wrinkled, puckered rim nestled within a bit less dense hair. His breath hit her asshole hot and damp, though his tongue hadn’t touched it... yet.

Then came the wet swipe—broad and deliberate—right across her tight star. Edith gasped violently, a strangled cry ripping from her throat as her head jerked back against the pillow. Her jaw sagged open in an uncontrolled grimace with eyebrows climbing high and lips stretched wide.

Ron’s tongue pressed firmly against the clenched rosette—not tentative exploration, but demanding entry. He circled it slowly, savoring the faintly bitter musk mingling his tongue. A tremor shook Edith’s thighs. "YEEES!" she shrieked, hoarse and desperate. "That filthy hole... Mommy needs it... needs your tongue inside!" Her hips arched higher, grinding her asshole against his mouth. "Lick it... lick Mommy’s dirty little asshole... Ronnie!"

He obeyed with fervor, flattening his tongue against her puckered rim before spearing it inward with rough, insistent strokes. Edith’s spine bowed off the mattress, her jaw stretched so wide saliva glistened at the corners. Her moans became guttural as he plunged deeper. Each lunge scraped against raw nerves. "Deeper! Make me feel it... make Mommy feel every nasty inch!"

Simultaneously, Ron’s right hand clawed in the dense bush of her cunt. Fingers knotted deep into the wiry curls, anchoring him close as he savored her asshole's musky grit. His wrist twisted, pulling the curls taut against her skin until Edith cried out in dizzying pleasure. Her hips jerked erratically, grinding her ass downward onto his tongue. His thumb dug hard against her clit. The sensations—the scraping invasion behind and the fierce tugging above—sent sparks flashing beneath her eyelids.

"Deeper!" Edith choked, her voice shredded and desperate. She lifted her hips higher with her hands, arching her spine until only her shoulders pressed into the mattress. Ron’s tongue plunged deeper, stretching her tight ring wide. His nose flattened against her quivering asscheek. Edith’s legs trembled wildly, as is tongue nearly completly vanished in her dirty pucker.

His face buried as deep as physically possible, Ron groaned against her flesh. His tongue pistoned relentlessly inside her spasming hole—wet, scraping thrusts that dragged her inner walls taut. Edith’s sharp cry dissolved into ragged gasps.

Her thighs trembled violently as she tore herself away from his mouth. Collapsing flat onto the mattress, she panted wildly—chest heaving beneath the buttoned blouse. Edith hooked two fingers deep into her own slick cunt with a harsh gasp. She scooped pearly fluids desperately, smearing glistening streaks from her gaping slit down along her sweat-slicked asscrack.

"Look..." she rasped, twisting to show Ron her juice-smeared asshole glistening wetly beneath sparse hairs. "Look how you made Mommy ready..." She scrambled trembling onto all fours, elbows sinking deep into the bed. That once-clenched rosette now pulsed wide and hungry beneath the bedroom's dim light.

Her finger traced a sticky line upward—starting between trembling thighs where creamy fluid pooled, sliding through sweat-damp creases, ending with deliberate pressure right against her loosened hole. "Fuck Mommy's dirty ass, Ronnie," she commanded, arching her spine sharply to lift her hips high. "Thats what Mommy needs..." The blue blouse slips up a little further and gets caught on her small, sagging breasts. The buttoned fabric gathers loosely between her stomach and chin.

Ron crawled behind her on trembling knees, his erection nudging wetly against her parted ass cheeks. He gripped his throbbing cock in one hand—hot, heavy—and rubbed the slick head roughly along her dripping crease. From her swollen, pink folds, thick with slickness, up toward the loosened pucker glistening with saliva and her own juices. "God, Mom..." he choked out, grinding the thick ridge against her asshole.

Edith whimpered softly as the pressure built–not penetration yet, just the blunt, insistent circle of his cockhead grinding against her tight ring. "Give Mommy your nasty cock..." she pleaded, pushing backward. Ron shifted his hips forward slowly. The swollen tip kissed her entrance. He pushed. Her asshole resisted at first, then yielded with as her sphincter stretched wide around the invading girth. Inch by thick inch slid into the tight, shuddering clasp as Ron groaned deep in his chest. Edith gasped sharply, her spine bowing downward as she felt herself stretched impossibly wide, filled to bursting.

Then he was seated fully within her—his hips pressing flush against her spread ass cheeks, balls snug against her dripping slit. Edith froze. Her jaw dropped open in a silent scream of overwhelming sensation. Every nerve ending screamed. Her thighs trembled violently. Ron remained still inside her trembling depths. "Ohhh..." Edith finally gasped, a ragged, airless sound barely louder than a whisper. "Oh god... Mommy's... full. So... full..." Her fingers clawed deeper into the mattress, knuckles whitening.

Ron began to move. Slowly, he withdrew—inch by agonizing inch dragged against her clenching inner walls, scraping pleasure-pain through her core. Edith whimpered, the sound raw and pleading. Then, just as slowly, he pushed back in. The thick glide back into her tight hole forced another choked gasp past Edith’s lips. Each deliberate stroke stretched her wider. Her low moans are muffled by the pillow in wich she's pressing her face.

He repeated the motion—slow withdrawal followed by deep, grinding penetration—while Edith’s trembling eased into rhythmic trembling. Her ragged breaths started syncing with his thrusts. "Yes..." she slurred into the sheets, hips pushing back against him. "Faster... Mommy needs it faster..." Ron obliged. His thrusts gained momentum. Her small breasts swung beneath the bunched blouse with each impact.

Deeper, harder. Ron pistoned into her slicked passage with growing urgency. "My boy... filling Mommy’s dirty hole..." she chanted. Her spine bowed deeper, forcing her ass higher. Ron groaned, slamming harder. The wet slap of flesh grew louder. His pace climbed relentless. Edith's eyes rolled back.

Her belly gurgled suddenly with a low, protesting rumble. "Hear that?" he hissed. His voice cracked with perverted glee. "Your stomach don't love taking my cock as much... as you love taking your son’s cock..." Edith whimpered under the obscenity. He resumed thrusting violently. Her skin flushed hot.

"Stomach's crying 'cause you ass is swallowing me whole, Mommy..." His filthy whisper dripped into her ear. Another deep rumble answered from her core, louder this time, amplified by the violent rocking of his hips. Her elbows buckled slightly.

Edith’s face twisted, pressing deeper into the pillow. Her hips kept lifting hungrily. "Make it scream louder, baby... ram your cock deeper!" The words shuddered out between choked gasps. Ron slammed forward savagely. Her belly growled again—a wet, protesting groan—as he drove impossibly deep.

The lightweight fabric and embroidered buttons of her blue blouse tangled beneath her chin. Light from the bathroom spilled through it. It clung wetly to her armpits and back slicked with sweat. With each thrust, her small breasts slapped loosely against the translucent fabric and than against her ribcage.

Ron drove into her like an animal unleashed. Each thrust slammed deep, forcing air from Edith’s lungs in choked bursts. The wet rumble within intensified, gurgling urgently. "Hear it!" Ron panted viciously. "Your guts are begging me to stop... But your filthy asshole's sucking me back in..."

Desperate, Edith twisted her hips upward to meet his next savage thrust. Her breasts swung violently beneath the blouse with fleshy slaps. "Oh god... Mommy's so close!" she screamed, the pillow muffling her into a garbled cry. "Fuck Mommy harder!" Her fingers ripped at the sheets as her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Ron slammed deeper still, grinding his hips against her spread ass cheeks, forcing another choked gasp. Edith’s stomach gave a deep, watery roar as she lifting her throat toward the ceiling as. "NOW! Make Mommy cum NOW!" she shrieked and pushed backward with frantic strength. Her hips bucked wildly, each desperate plunge forcing another sharp cry.

Her climax hit like a detonation. "OHGODOHGODOHGOD!" Eyes squeezed shut, her entire body locked into a shuddering arch. Ron drove deeper, holding himself buried as she convulsed violently around him. Her thighs shook uncontrollably—no rhythm now, just savage, jerking ecstasy. "Ronnie... Ronnie... oh CHRIST!" Her voice fractured into ragged sobs.

Fluids burst unexpectedly—thick, hot urine spraying violently beneath her belly. It pulsed onto the bed sheets beneath her knees with loud but short splattering. Simultaneously, her rectal muscles clamped down in crushing spasms against Ron's shaft. "YESSS!" Edith screamed hoarsely, collapsing forward onto the sheets.

Ron jerked backward instinctively, his cock slipping wetly from her gaping asshole—trailing viscous streaks of mixed fluids down her trembling thighs. His eyes widened at the big wet splatter beneath Edith's convulsing hips. "Holy... Mom... that was so goddamn hot...", he stammered.

Edith rolled onto her. Breathing ragged, she tugged the translucent buttoned blouse down frantically—smoothing the wrinkled fabric over her wet breasts. Her thin fingers pressed the small, sagging tits together tightly beneath the sweat soaked fabric—making her nipples poke obscenely against the thin material. "Look," she gasped hoarsely, breath catching as her eyes locked onto his erection. "Look how pretty Mommy made herself... all for you, baby... just for your YOU."

Edith urged, arching her back to deepen the cleavage pressing upward beneath the blouse. "Cum on Mommy's blouse... soak this sick little nightgown... mark me..." Her fingers pinched her nipples firmly beneath the material, pulling them taut.

Ron scrambled over her. His knees bracketed her hips roughly. He snatched his cock—still slick from her ass—and pumped urgently. His fist stroked hard and erratic. "Fuck... Fuck..." he gasped, eyes locked on her straining nipples beneath the translucent fabric. His hips bucked instinctively, driving his cock deeper into his own fist.

Edith arched harder beneath him. The blue blouse stretched tighter over her pinched breasts. "See?" she hissed triumphantly, twisting her torso slightly. "Mommy knew... knew her buttoned sexy shirts drive her boy wild..." Her fingers dug deeper into her flesh, pulling the thin nipples even longer. "This was Daddy's favorite blouse... He'd make Mommy wear it... unbutton it slow..." Her breath hitched as Ron groaned aloud.

Ron's hips bucked harder against his fist. "God, Mom... Yes..." Sweat dripped from his brow. She gasped, flexing her shoulders wider. "You dreamt about ripping Mommy's nice work blouses open... didn't you?" Ron could only nod wildly.

"That's my filthy boy," Edith whispered hoarsely. "Now drown Mommy's buttons..." She craned her neck upward. Ron's fist flew faster. Precum glistened around his knuckles. "Gonna... gonna paint every fucking button..." The words tore from him in ragged bursts. He aimed the swollen head toward the small pearlescent discs.

"YES!" Edith screamed. "Mommy wants you so bad..." Her thumbs rubbed her nipples violently beneath the fabric. "Cum all over Daddy's favorite blouse! Show her who really owns me!"

Ron’s back arched violently. A guttural groan ripped from his throat. Thick ropes of pearly cum erupted across the delicate blue fabric. The first blast splattered across the top buttons, coating them in slick white. He lost control, hips bucking wildly, scrambling clumsily further up her torso as the jets kept coming. He collapsed forward. "M-Mom... I love you..." he whimpered, shuddering, still spurting her chest and stomach with thick stripes, semen pooling warm against her. Each pulse forced another ragged sob. "Love you... oh god..."

Edith gasped, breathless, as the hot cum soaked instantly through the thin material. She watched the translucent fabric darken and cling obscenely to the contours of her breasts, her stomach, her ribs - semen spreading rapidly across her chest, dripping down her sides onto the sheets. The sheer weight of it plastered the blouse to her skin. The scent thickened the air. She moaned deeply, as she shifted beneath him. "So much... my good boy gave Mommy so much..." she breathed, trembling slightly.

Edith lifted her hands slowly, deliberately dragging her fingertips through the sticky mess soaking her blouse. She gathered a thick dollop between her fingers, lifting it near her lips. Her brown eyes locked onto Ron’s. "See?" she whispered, voice thick. "Look what you did... Covered me completely... my good boy..." She pushed her sticky fingers into her mouth slowly, closing her eyes as she sucked them clean with a low, satisfied groan.

Ron collapsed forward onto her cum-slicked chest with a shuddering exhale. His face landed heavily against the wet blouse plastered between her breasts, nose pressed into semen-soaked fabric. His entire body felt boneless as his breathing remained ragged.

Edith wrapped one arm around his trembling back while the other hand gently stroked his sweaty hair. Her sticky fingers traced slow circles along his spine as she murmured, "Shhhh... Mommy's got you..." His breathing gradually slowed against her chest, synchronizing with her own exhausted breaths.