Incest/Taboo The Optocynic 5000

This is very loosely connected to optocynic's series Persuading Shy Mom to Pose where a young man gets a new camera and inexplicably gets his mom to pose for and have sex with him. There's no inference in the original that there's anything special or magical about the camera, but I've chosen to use that as a plot device -- not that there's much plot in this story!

As with all my stuff, this will feature large breasted women having sex with big dicked men with plenty of anal and cumshots. Consider this your warning about the content so don't bother complaining about yet another story on Literotica featuring huge tits and dicks -- if that isn't your thing, then stop reading now and leave the others to enjoy themselves.

As always, everyone is 18 or over.

"Wow, this is a real bargain, Dan," I said, standing in my doorway and turning the digital camera over in my hands, trying to find something wrong with it. "You sure you don't want anything more for it?"

Dan smiled at me. "No, I've -- ehhhhhhh -- got everything I want out of it." He glanced back over his shoulder to the car that was idling, waiting for him. His mom was sitting in the driver's seat -- she was a good looking woman with a great figure and while me and Dan hadn't hung round together since leaving college, I'd see her in town sometimes and always say hi. She noticed us looking and smiled back, waving at us.

"Well in that case, you can have this before you change your mind," I said, reaching into my pocket and handing him the cash. He took it and gave me the tripod that went with the camera as well. "And thanks again."

"That's okay," he said, then paused. "Say, you're -- eehhhhhhh -- gonna want a model to pose for you, yeah?" he asked.

"Huh, I guess," I said. Honestly, I hadn't given it a thought. I'd only just started getting into photography and was planning on shooting landscapes.

He looked at me, nervously biting his lip. "I don't want to piss you off," he said, "but you're mom's really hot. You might -- ehhhhhh -- want to ask her to pose for you, maybe?"

"My mom?" I laughed.

"Yeah," he said, looking back at his own mother in the car. "I didn't think my mom would go for it at first but -- ehhhhhh -- once I pointed the camera at her, she really -- eehhhhhh -- opened up to all sorts of possibilities." He pointed at the camera. "I'm pretty sure I deleted all the photos, but you might want to check before you get your mom to -- eehhhhh -- pose for you."

With that he headed back to his car and got in, putting his arm around his mom's shoulder as he waved goodbye. Just as his mom hit the gas and pulled away, I could swear he grabbed a handful of her tits. Shaking my head, I took the camera and tripod up to my bedroom.

I switched it on and noticed the battery was fully charged and, with a few presses of some buttons, quickly got to the gallery view where I found four photos.

"Holy shit," I said, attaching the USB cable to the camera and my laptop and downloading the photos so I could view them on a bigger screen. Four pictures -- Dan's mom sucking on a large cock -- Dan's mom with the same cock in her pussy -- Dan's mom on her hands and knees, the cock in her ass -- and finally Dan's mom with her face covered in cum.

"Holy shit," I said again. I cycled through the photos again and again, my own dick getting hard as I realised that I was looking at one of my friends fucking his gorgeous mom like she was a porn star. I thought back to what Dan had said, about how my own mom was hot and I should get her to pose. He was right -- my mom was the hottest woman I knew and I'd punched more than one of my friends for calling her a MILF in the past. She was gorgeous, had masses of dark red hair, long legs, a nice round ass, a trim waist and -- her best feature -- a pair of huge tits that hardly sagged despite their size and her age thanks to all the time she spent at the gym. To look at her, you'd never guess she'd turned forty last year and had two grown up kids, me and my sister Lois who looked more like her sister than her daughter.

"Holy shit," I said a third time.

"Bobby? You home?" my mom called from downstairs.

"Yeah!" I called back, hurriedly closing the laptop and disconnecting the camera. I put the strap round my neck and spent a moment rearranging my clearly obvious hard-on, pulling my T-shirt down so that it covered the big bulge. My mom and sister were blessed with big tits -- I got the gift with my oversized dick.

I head down to the kitchen where my mom was finishing putting away a few groceries that she'd picked up. I stood in the doorway and looked at her -- she wore a simple long-sleeved dress, white with horizontal stripes, with buttons running from the neckline down to the hem, and a wide belt that cinched it in at the waist and a pair of low heels. Her long hair was piled up on top of her head and, as she'd been driving, she wore her black rimmed glasses. Dan was right -- she was hot.

"There you are," she said, catching sight of me and walking over, giving me a hug, stepping back when she felt the camera poke her in her belly, but not before I'd felt her big tits squash against my chest. "What's this? A new toy?" she said, lifting the camera.

"Yeah, my friend Dan was selling it for a stupid price and offered it to me," I said, thankful that I'd downloaded the photos as I watched her press buttons and cycle through options. As she was stood so close and we're roughly the same height, I couldn't help but glance down at the start of her tempting cleavage that was just visible below the neckline of her dress thanks to the top two buttons being undone. Her big, pale tits bulged up, pushed together by her bra, the swells lightly dusted with freckles.

"Looks like a nice camera," she said, handing it back to me. "Hope you didn't pay too much for it."

"No, it was a bargain, definitely," I said as she went back to the table and continued unpacking the groceries. As she reached up to one of the cupboards, I brought the camera up and took a couple of snaps, catching her with her dress sliding up her thighs, the cotton wrapped around her pert ass cheeks.

"Did you just take a photo of me?" she asked, looking over her shoulder with a smile.

"Well -- yeah -- I mean, I'm going to need a model, right?" I said. "And what better one than my own gorgeous mom?"

"Flattery will get you everywhere, young man," she laughed. She opened another cupboard and put some cans away, this time squatting down. I took another couple of shots, the noise of the camera making her look round and smile again.

"Bobby, stop that," she said with a laugh. "You don't want pictures of your old mom."

"You're not old, mom, you know that," I said, snapping away. "Come on, let me take some photos to get used to the camera. What do you say? Pose for me, mom?"

"Pose for you? All I'm doing is putting some food away."

"And yet you still look fantastic, mom," I said with a grin. "Reach up to the top cupboard again -- only this time, look back over your shoulder?"

Mom paused for a second before picking up a jar of sauce and doing as I asked, reaching up into the cupboard, at the same time looking back at me. I took a couple more pictures, stepping into the kitchen proper and getting a couple of different angles.

"That's great, mom -- can you put something in the lower cupboard but this time -- ahhhh -- bend over rather than hunkering down?"

"Bend over?" mom asked.

"Yeah, I already have a shot of you hunkering down, so -- " I left it hanging, wondering if I'd pushed it too far, too soon.

Mom picked up another can and looked at me, a half smile on her face. "What's going to happen to these photos, Bobby?"

"What do you mean, mom?"

"You're not planning to share them with anyone? Put them online or anything?"

"Oh God no, no, honest," I said, genuinely surprised.

"Just make sure you don't," mom said, then slowly turned back to the camera and bent over at the waist, looking at me as she put the can away.

I snapped away, getting some side on shots that showed her huge boobs pushing down and stretching her dress, before moving around and getting some of her perfect ass, mom turning her head and watching me the whole time.

"This isn't just an excuse to take some photos of my butt, is it?" mom asked with a laugh.

"No, no," I said, then smirked. "Although you do have a fantastic set of buns, mom," I said, blushing slightly.

"There's that flattery again," she said. "So what now?" she asked, standing up.

I thought, frantically. "Could you -- ummm -- could you lean over the grocery bags, like you're looking for something?"

"Really?" mom asked, moving to the table. "That doesn't sound very interesting." She put her hands on the table top and leaned over the bag as I snapped away. The position of her arms and the angle of her upper body meant her big tits were pushed together and thrust forward which made her dress bulge outward as it tried to contain them. While the top two buttons were undone, displaying the start of her cleavage, I wanted to see more.

"Hmmm, you're right, mom," I said. I took a deep breath. "Maybe it would be a bit more interesting if you -- ummm -- if you -- you know -- undid a couple more buttons?" I winced a little as she looked up at me.

"You want me to undo some buttons on my dress?" she asked and I couldn't tell if she was shocked or angry or what.

"Just to -- like you said -- make the photos a bit more -- interesting?" I managed. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, wondering if my hot mom was going to go for this.

She paused for a moment. "And you promise these photos aren't going anywhere else? No-one else is going to see them?"

"Promise, mom," I said. She reached up and, staring at me the whole time as I continued taking photos, undid the next three buttons on her dress. "Could you -- could you do the same pose again, mom? Looking into the bag, I mean?"

She put her hands back on the table and leaned forward again. This time, the pale, creamy slopes of her huge jugs pushed the dress wide open, revealing her deep cleavage and the hint of a lace bra. I couldn't help groaning in delight as she pushed her arms closer together, sandwiching her tits between her upper arms, making them bulge even further.

"God, mom," I whispered, "you're so fucking hot."

"Thank you, Bobby," she said, a little breathless. "But I'm not sure you should be having that sort of reaction looking at your mother."

"Can't help it, mom," I smiled. "You're the hottest woman I know."

She stood up and put her hands on her hips, not bothering to do up the buttons on her dress, the tops of her tits still visible. "So what now, Mr Photographer?" she asked.

"Ummmmm -- can you -- can you go to the refrigerator and get a bottle of water?" Mom walked over and opened the refrigerator, hunkering down before I stopped her. "Sorry, mom -- can you bend over again and -- and turn towards me?"

Mom looked down at her chest and smiled before following my instructions, bending at the waist as she reached into the refrigerator for a bottle. Her big tits pushed down, almost spilling out of her dress, putting a huge amount of strain on the button directly beneath them. I frantically snapped away, getting in closer than before, my mom's big, white tits filling up the viewfinder.

"Ooooh, that's chilly," she said, stood in front of the open refrigerator.

"No, mom, that's really hot," I said, making us both laugh.

"Now what, Mr Photographer?" she asked again.

"Ummm -- could you -- I know -- lean back against the sink and take a drink from the bottle?"

"Like this?" mom said, putting her back against the counter and leaning back, opening the bottle and raising it up. Her arched back made her tits push out at the dress again, giving me a fantastic shot of her big jugs as they spread the dress wide, revealing more of her white lace bra.

"Yeah, that's fantastic, mom," I said, moving around her and taking shot after shot. "Now take a drink."

She raised the bottle to her lips and I gawped as she spread her lips wide, clamping them around the wide neck of the water bottle. She turned her eyes to me and winked -- she probably knew what I was imagining!

"That's great, mom, great -- can you -- ummm -- can you lift the bottle up and -- errrr -- pour the water into your mouth?"

"I'll give it a go," mom said. She raised the bottle higher and opened her mouth wide as I snapped away with the camera. Water poured out but her aim was off and it splashed over her face making her shriek in surprise. As she turned away and straightened up, she forgot to move the bottle and more water poured over her, dousing her huge tits, drenching her dress, the camera catching it all.

"Jesus, that's hot," I said.

"Don't just stand there, pass me something to dry myself with," mom said, holding her hand out. I grabbed a towel and passed it to her, snapping away as she wiped at her cleavage, the white cotton of the dress becoming almost see through. "I need to get changed," she said, taking her glasses off and drying them.

"You could -- " I gulped, not believing I was about to say this " -- get changed here?"

"What?" mom asked.

"Well, it would -- sort of make sense for -- for the pictures," I said. "It's kind of a story now -- you coming home -- putting the groceries away -- having a drink -- spilling -- spilling water down your dress." We looked at each other, each one sizing the other up. "It's be a shame to finish it here, mom," I said.

She looked from me to the camera to her soaked dress and bare cleavage and back to me.

"And these photos go nowhere else? You promise?" she asked after the longest ten seconds of my life.

"Promise, mom," I said honestly.

I started taking pictures again as she slowly undid the belt around her tiny waist and dropped it to the floor. She undid more and more buttons on her dress -- leaning forward to accentuate her big tits even without being asked to -- before slowly pushing it off one shoulder then the other, shimmying it down her fantastic body until it pooled at her feet. She stood there in a white lace bra, a matching lace G-string and a pair of heels, and let me capture it all on camera.

"Jesus, mom," I sighed. "You are so fucking hot."

"And you're repeating yourself," she said with a laugh.

"That's -- that's a real nice bra, mom," I said.

She looked down and then quickly raised her hands, covering her nipples as she realised the water had made the thin lace transparent.

"Oh my -- that's more than I realised was showing," she laughed.

"So why don't you -- take it off, mom?" I asked. "I mean, it's see through anyway so it's not like I haven't already -- you know -- got some pictures."

She looked at me, biting her bottom lip as she thought about it.

"I don't know, Bobby. Being topless in front of my son wasn't on my list of things to do today."

"Come on, mom," I said. "You've got a fantastic figure and -- and you know you've got a great rack. Why not show it off for me?"

Blushing a little, she slowly reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, quickly holding it in place with one arm as she pulled the straps off her shoulders.

"This is our secret, right?" she asked.

"Definitely," I said.

She slipped her arms free of the straps and then, slowly, moved the lace cups away, revealing her huge, perfect tits to me, her pale nipples hard and upright.

"Jeez, mom," I gasped, taking pictures. "You could make a fortune as a model."

She smiled. "Do you -- do you like them?" she asked.

"Hold them for me, mom," I said, grinning as she cupped her big mounds. "You've got the best tits I've ever seen," I said honestly.

"You don't think they're -- too big?" she asked.

"Hell no," I said quickly. "They're fucking superb." I took more photos of her holding her tits. "Would you -- would you lift one up and maybe -- maybe lick the top of it?"

Without a word, she did as I asked, pushing her right tit up as she bent her head, her long tongue sliding out from between her lips and licking the bulging tit flesh.

"Fuck, mom," I whispered. "That is so fucking horny."

"How about this?" she asked quietly and pushed her tit further, wrapping her lips around her own nipple and sucking on it for a second or two while I quickly took some shots, staring at me the whole time. She released her tit -- a line of spit connecting her nipple and her lips for a second -- then smiled at me.

"What now, Mr Photographer?"

"Could you turn around so I can get some shots of -- you know?"

"My ass?" mom said with a smile. She turned round, put her hands on the counter and arched her back again, pushing her perfect butt out towards me. "Like this?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Oh yeah," I moaned, snapping away. Her lace G-string disappeared between the round globes of her butt and, as I knelt down, I could just make out the covered mound of her pussy. "Can you reach back and -- pull your -- your cheeks apart?" I asked.

She looked over her shoulder at me, eyes wide, and I thought she'd refuse -- but then she did it, using her left hand to grab her butt and pull her left cheek aside, revealing the thin white material of her thong that just about covered the crinkled muscle of her asshole.

I moaned low in my throat, practically drooling.

"Are you okay, Bobby?" mom asked.

"Never better, mom," I said. I looked up at her over the camera, swallowing nervously. "Would you -- pull your panties aside as well?"

"I don't know, Bobby," mom said. "I mean -- you'd see -- you know," then mouthed the word "everything."

"I don't mind, mom," I said, making it sound like I was doing her a favour! "It's just for the photos."

There was another long pause as she considered my request then -- a high blush in her face -- she took hold of her thong and pulled it from between her butt cheeks, dragging it to one side.

"Yeah, that's it, mom," I said, taking shots of her perfect asshole. "Spread your legs a bit -- a bit wider," I said, grinning as she obeyed my instructions, moving her feet apart.

As she did, she pulled the thong down and across again, deliberately showing me the waxed, hairless lips of her pussy. Plump and glistening with her juices, she was clearly turned on more than she would admit.

"Is that -- is that okay?" she gasped, looking over her shoulder and down at me where I knelt, staring at and photographing her pussy.

"Perfect," I managed to say. "Can you -- can you reach down with your other hand and -- and touch yourself?" I asked, not daring to look at her.

Another pause and then, slowly, from the front, I saw her slide two fingers under herself, hearing the slick sounds of her pussy lips parting.

"Uuuhhnnn, Bobby -- we're being -- very naughty," she sighed as she dragged her fingers back and forth along her pussy.

"I love watching you be naughty, mom," I said, taking photo after photo as the inevitable happened as she slid two fingers deep into her pussy, making her groan. The kitchen was silent apart from her panting breath and the wet sounds of her fingers dipping in and out of her sopping wet twat.

"That's so fucking hot," I whispered. "Mom? Will you -- will you do your ass, too?" I asked quietly.

She was so carried away that she didn't even answer. Instead, one finger slipped from her pussy and moved backwards, poked at her tight little butt hole. I watched amazed as she started fingering her ass and pussy together, putting another one in her pussy to replace the one in her ass.

"Uuhnnnn -- fuuuuuck!" she hissed, her legs shaking as she brought herself off in front of me. She looked back at me as she pulled her fingers free and I stood as she raised them up to her mouth. I snapped away as she sucked at the two that had been in her pussy -- and then the one that had been up her ass.

"God, mom," I whispered. "I -- I need to get comfortable," I said, motioning down at my pants which were severely tented by my bulging cock. "Do you mind if I -- strip to my underwear?" I asked.

Mom shook her head. "That seems fair," she said, still licking at her fingers as she turned round to watch.

I quickly put the camera down and pulled off my T-shirt, mom taking in my toned physique -- she wasn't the only one who spent time in the gym. I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down, kicking them aside, leaving me in a pair of black boxers which did absolutely nothing to hide the size and hardness of my cock.

"Shall we continue?" I asked, picking the camera back up.

Mom didn't reply -- she just stared at my very obvious hard-on.

"That -- that looks uncomfortable, Bobby," she said quietly.

"It is, a little," I said, stepping over to her, taking shots of her huge tits.

"Maybe you should -- take your shorts off?" she whispered.

"Would you take them off, mom?" I asked. "That way I can carry on taking pictures."

"Okay," she said quietly. She slowly knelt down in front of me and took hold of the waistband of my boxers. She pulled them down as I took pictures, revealing inch after inch of my big, swollen cock, along with my big balls. Her eyes widened as she kept going, more and more of my length appearing until the bulbous head was free and the whole shaft bobbed up in front of her, pointing at her face.

"Oh Bobby," she sighed. "Bobby -- it's huge."

I grinned. "I guess big runs in the family," I said, nodding down at her huge tits.

"I guess," she said. "Maybe -- maybe we should bring them together?" she asked, kneeling up a little, bringing her tits level with my cock. "You know -- for the pictures?"

I watched amazed as my mom took hold of her huge, firm jugs and wrapped them around the shaft of my cock, looking up at me with a dazed, innocent look on her face.

"Does that look okay?" she asked.

The camera was working overtime as I took shot after shot of my big cock sticking out of the deep cleavage of my mom's huge tits. My dick lurched and throbbed, spilling a long, clear line of pre-cum up towards her neck which then ran back down between her tits.

"That looks fucking perfect, mom," I said. I slowly hunched my hips, using the pre-cum as lube to slide my dick up and down between her tits, gently fucking them. We stared at each other as I tit-fucked her, taking photos every now and then as my cock appeared and disappeared between her heavenly mounds.

"Will these be interesting photos, Bobby?" she asked. I simply nodded and grunted. "Good," she said, looking down at my cock as it slid between her tits. She looked back up at me. "How could we make them -- more interesting?" she asked, eyes wide.

I gulped nervously, hoping she was hinting at what I was thinking.

"Would you -- would you suck my --?" I said, unable to finish despite everything that had happened and was happening.

"Do you want me to suck your cock?" she asked quietly. I nodded. "You want your own mother -- " she said, letting my dick jump free of her tits, " -- to put your cock -- " she took hold of my shaft, her fingers barely reaching around the trunk of it, " -- in her mouth?" she finished, sliding her hand up the pre-cum slickened length.

"Oh God yes!" I gasped.

Mom leaned forward, lips wide, and swallowed the big purple head of my cock along with the first couple of inches of my shaft. Her tongue lashed around it, coating it in spit as she closed her eyes and began bobbing her head back and forth, jerking off what she couldn't fit in her mouth.

"Oh God -- oh fuck!" I gasped, staring down at my gorgeous, busty mom giving me the best blow job I'd ever had.

She opened her mouth wider and pushed her head forwards, my knob bumping into the back of her throat, but she didn't stop.

"Gak! Gluk! Gluk!" she coughed, streams of spit starting to run from her mouth and down my cock, her hand using it to slide faster up and down my shaft. "Aak! Guk! Gluk! Gluk!" she continued, giving me a wet, noisy blow job before she leaned back and looked up at me, eyes wide, lips covered in spit. "Don't forget to take pictures," she said. Instantly, my cock was back in her mouth as she crammed as much as she could between her lips.

I did as she said, taking photo after photo of her head bobbing on my cock. I held the camera to one side and took some side on shots, hoping they'd come out, especially when she saw what I was doing and looked at the camera, her mouth full of my cock.

Eventually she let my dick fall from her mouth and stood, leaning in and kissing me, smearing her spit over my chin, never moving her hand from my cock.

"Fuck me, Bobby," she said, pulling me over to the table by my cock. She climbed on to it, her ass on the edge, and pulled her lace thong aside once more, this time to allow my dick to nudge against her pussy. She put one hand on my shoulder, the other on the table top so she could lean back and let me feed my cock into her. "Fuck me, Bobby," she said again. "Come fuck your mother."

One hand still holding the camera, I used my other to guide my dick to her dripping slit and ease inside. We both gasped as the first inch or two popped in before I had to start sliding in and out, letting her get used to my size.

"Oh fuck -- oh my God," she sighed. "Easy, Bobby -- it's been some time -- uuuhhnn -- and never with -- mmmmm -- with a dick as big as yours."

"I'm in no hurry, mom," I said, moving my hips, slipping another inch or so in with each slow thrust. I remembered to take some photos as well of her spread legs, my dick sliding between her slick lips, her big tits moving gently as I fucked her.

"Ohhh -- oh, so naughty, Bobby," mom said, smiling up at me. "Fucking mommy -- aahhnnn -- fucking mommy with your big -- uuuhnnnn -- motherfucking cock."

"You love it, don't you, mom?" I asked arrogantly, taking a shot of her face with her huge grin and half closed eyes.

"God yes -- uuhmmmm -- so fucking good," she sighed, gasping a little in surprise as, with a final thrust, I buried my whole length inside her pussy, my trim pubes brushing up against her clit. "Aahhh -- I took it all?" she asked.

"Yep," I said, taking a photo to prove it. "Something no other girl's ever done," I said.

"Mmmmm, you don't need any other girls from now on," mom said. "Mommy's going to take care of your big cock whenever it gets hard, you hear?"

"I hear you, mom," I said, moving my ass, drawing almost all of my cock out of her pussy before sliding it back in, each move getting a little faster.

"Uuuhhnnn -- fuck yeah -- yeah, that's it, Bobby -- fuck mommy -- mmmmm -- fuck mommy's pussy!" she sighed as I continued thrusting in and out of her, a little faster, a little harder. "Yes! Fuck mommy!" she cried. "Fuck mommy with your big fucking dick!"

Both of us looked down at where our bodies joined, watching my dick slide in and out of her pussy, her clasping lips spread wide around the shaft.

"Fuck yes -- fuck mommy -- uuuhhnn -- big fucking cock!" mom babbled as I pounded my shaft in and out of her. "Oh God -- uuhhnnnn -- gonna cum -- mmmm -- fucking cumming!"

Her hand on my shoulder dug in as her whole body started shaking, her pussy grasping at my cock. She moaned, her mouth opening, her eyes rolling up in her head for a second or two.

"Fuuuuck," she sighed as she regained her senses a few moments later. "Stop, Bobby, stop," she said.

"You all right, mom?" I asked, suddenly scared that she'd changed her mind. I did as she said, though, moving back as she gently pushed at my stomach, my cock slipping free from her pussy.

She smiled up at me. "I'm way beyond all right," she said. She got off the table and turned around, bending over it, her huge tits squashing out beneath her. She looked over her shoulder at me as she once more grabbed her thong and pulled it across her ass cheek, spreading her legs as she did. "Come on, Bobby," she said with a big grin. "Fuck mommy in the ass."

It was my turn for my eyes to go wide in surprise.

"Are you sure, mom?" I asked. "I mean, I barely fit in your pussy."

"Then you'll have to try real hard," mom said before nodding to the cupboard. "Get some oil."

I darted across to the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of cooking oil, popping the top and pouring a generous amount over her ass. With my free hand, I spread it out and rubbed it in, her pert cheeks quickly glistening. Gently, I probed at her asshole, my oily finger slipping inside with little resistance, making mom groan in delight.

"Aaahhhh yeah -- put another one in there," mom sighed. Who know my mom was into anal?

I did as she said, sliding a second finger into her tight butt hole, pretty sure I'd reached the limit of what she could take, and quickly took some photos.

"Okay -- mmmmm -- time to fuck mommy's ass," she said.

I quickly poured some oil over my rock hard cock then, taking photos as I did, aimed my big knob at her tiny asshole. I pushed, watching as the head of my dick flattened out against her butt, only the barest tip managing to get inside. I pushed again, making her moan, but still couldn't get in.

"I'm not sure this is going to work, mom," I said.

Mom reached behind and grabbed at my cock.

"You get this fucking monster cock up my ass right now or we're never doing anything like this again!" she growled.

The simultaneous promise of fucking her again and threat of never fucking her again was all the motivation I needed. I pushed forward, mom groaning, me gasping, and watched as her asshole finally relaxed enough to allow the head of my cock to pop inside.

"Aaaooowwww fuuuuuuck!" mom yelled. Pre-empting my question about whether I should continue, she quickly followed it with "Keep going! Uuuhnnnn fucking hell you're big!"

I pushed forward, more of my cock sliding into her incredibly tight asshole, the muscles clutching at me. I discussed anal with only two other girls and neither of them had gone beyond the discussion. Yet here I was, buttfucking my mom and taking photos of it as I did it.

"Uuhnnnggnnn! Yes!" mom cried as I stuffed more of my length into her hot ass. "Ass fuck me -- aaahhnnnn -- fuck mommy in the ass!"

As she got used to my size, I started to speed up once more, fucking my big dick in and out of her butt, inch after inch sliding deeper up her back door.

"Oh fuck mommy -- fuck mommy's ass -- uuuhhnnnn -- fuck mommy's slutty asshole!" she cried as I did just that, one hand holding her ass cheek, the other holding the camera, documenting this incestuous, oily assfuck! "Aaaahhhhhnnn -- fucking -- cumming!" She groaned long and loud once more, her body shaking as she came again, this time from having my cock in her ass. I fucked her through her orgasm, stuffing my cock deep into her butt over and over as she finally came down from her high.

She reached behind her again and pushed back at my stomach, easing me out of her ass. She turned round and had me lay on the floor before straddling me, her feet level with my hips. With a smile, she reached between us and, as she squatted down, guided my cock back into her asshole, sliding her tight butt down my shaft again.

"Fuck, mom," I gasped, snapping away with the camera. "You really like it up the ass, don't you?"

"I love it," she purred. "Does that -- mmmm -- shock you, Bobby? That your mommy's -- aahhhnnn -- a slut for anal?"

"Fuck no!" I said. "I love it!"

"Mmmmm, good." She leaned forward and we kissed as she rocked her ass up and down on my cock. Mom dropped her butt all the way down then lifted up again until just the head was still in her ass, before sliding back down once more, over and over.

Eventually, I could take no more and could feel my own cum building, my stomach tightening, my balls clenching.

"Fuck -- mom -- gonna cum," I managed to grunt.

Without a second's hesitation, mom raised her ass off my cock and moved down my body, rolling on to her back and pulling me over her. She sucked my oily cock straight from her ass, her hand jerking me off at the same time and within a couple of seconds, had me cumming.

The first blast poured into her mouth, filling up her cheeks and before she could swallow, the second load arrived. Mom swallowed what she could as another load poured out of my knob, then moved back and jerked on my cock, taking shot after shot across her face and tits. Line upon line of the biggest, thickest load I'd ever produced landed across my mom's face, glazing her features in creamy jism until I could barely see her, at which point she aimed my cum cannon at her tits, taking the last dozen or so shots over her huge mounds.

I knelt up, my still half hard cock in her hand, taking photos as she scooped up my thick load and licked her fingers clean time and again.

Finally, when she could see again having cleaned the cum from her eyes, she smiled at me.

"That was quite a step we took there," she said. "I -- I hope you're okay with it?"

"God yes!" I laughed.

She looked around at the kitchen -- clothes everywhere and more than a little oil and cum splattered around the floor.

"We should get changed and tidy up before your sister gets home," she said before looking at the camera. "And maybe when we're on our own next we can take a look at those photos together?" She smiled. "And who knows -- maybe take some more?"

I looked at the camera, remembering the shots of Dan's mom that had been left on there, remembering Dan's words about how his mother had "opened up to all sorts of possibilities" when he'd pointed the camera at her.

"I definitely think we should take some more, mom," I said.

And in the back of my mind, I wondered if my sister would pose for me.​