The mission Impossible Part 1

Note : This story is completely fictional!

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My hands were shaking. The knot in my stomach was a constant reminder of what I had to do if I was ever going to be sane again...

She, who is my own mother, was sitting on the couch reading one of her many romantic novels, oblivious to my pain. Before I get into my problem allow me to describe what has been torturing me for the past five years: My mother is what I would call cute and pretty. She's a natural beauty who never needs more than a little make-up to enhance her beautiful hazel eyes or her plump, red lips. Her straight, chestnut hair has blonde streaks, which makes her look younger than her forty-seven years.

The best part of her, though, which is also the source of my pleasure and pain, was her round, bubble meaty giggling butt. Every time she walks around the house in her back tighten cotton shorts, my mouth instantly waters at the sight of her plump cheeks which roll out and around with each step that she takes oh! It is thinking time also getting hardon me..

From where I stood in the kitchen, I could see that she was wearing her sexy, pink knee length shorts today with a white t-shirt that hugged her ample jugs. Her nipples stood at attention, teasing me to come suck them through their confines. Her thick, toned legs were folded under her like one of those playmates from the seventies posing in sexy lingerie.

I was trying to gather up my nerve to walk over and let her know how much I needed her mouth-watering meaty sexy ass. But before I do that, let me tell you what brought me to the state I'm in now.

When I was eighteen, I first noticed what a woman's body could do to a young teen. I was in the dining room and I had just finished my sandwich. I was going up to the second floor bathroom to pee and wash up before going to listen to some music. When I got there, the door was slightly ajar; I heard the bath water running in the tub. I figured my sexy mom was preparing for a nice soak. So, I thought I still had enough time to do my business and leave her alone.

Nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see when I opened the door: There, resting her knees on the lip of the tub, was my mother scrubbing the wall. Every move of her arm would jiggle her sweet panty covered meaty ass, side-to-side. I didn't want to stare but I couldn't help it. I began to feel funny all over, from my head down to my cock. I couldn't believe it; my own mom's ass looked like some kind of perfect large heart. Each round, succulent cheek was separated from the other by a half-inch gap which greedily swallowed her panties into her hidden hole crack. When she moved down toward the bottom of the tub, her panties would ride up her crack revealing more of those mouth-watering mounds. I could actually make out a few stray hairs here and there, which only made my cock harder than it already was.

I stood there, unmoving, as if in a deep trance. My mouth went dry and my hands began to tremble. My immature brain, at the time, couldn't make sense of the feelings that overcame my body. After staring another couple of seconds, I quietly made my way out and left with the image of that amazing ass burned into my mind.

From there on, I began to take notice of my mother's ass and have assess in general. Every time I did this, my mouth would always become dry and my hands would start to tremble, not to mention my cock becoming really hard. It wasn't until the following year when I turned eighteen that I knew what I wanted in life, aside from a career that is. What I wanted--no needed, more than anything in the world, was to fuck my own mother's ass. Initially, I felt bad for having these sick thoughts about my own mother, but I guess lust and love quickly destroyed any feelings of doubt I need her ass madly.

When I got home from school the next day, I was so excited about jerking-off that in no time at all, I stripped down and pulled on my cock to images of mom's sexy plump ass being ravaged by my hard shaft. In less than ten seconds I was spewing my cum all over the sheets of my bed. I wanted to do it again, but I was too drained. It was the most powerful orgasm I ever had. So instead, I cleaned up and took a long nap before dinner. After I had eaten, I went to my room and jerked-off again since I still felt somewhat refreshed after my nap. I jerked-off one more time until I fell into a blissful sleep dreaming of my own mother's ass in the bathroom while she scrubbed away.

After a few weeks of doing this, my mind began to fail me: I started to become withdrawn and depressed since I knew mom would never allow me to have her in that way. I no longer hung out with my buddies after school or talked with anyone except relatives that would come by to visit. Who would believe it, a depressed eighteen-year-old son who wanted to fuck his mother's ass! I was withdrawn socially and I could only put it down to wanting my very own mother.

My mother noticed my sulking and began to worry. She kept pressing me to tell her my problems but I wouldn't budge. She made it clear that if I ever needed to talk to her about anything at all, she would always be there to listen. I really felt bad putting my mom through this, but I didn't know what to do—until now. So, here I am, nineteen, nervous as hell and ready to go talk to her about my problem.

I want to state for the record that I'm only doing this out of concern for my mental health rather than for the sex.

Out of pain and desperation, my feet started to move on their own, toward the sofa.

She saw me approaching and gave me a big smile, which made my heart melt. I knew she loved me--her pride and joy as a loving son, but I loved her more than just as a mother.

"Mom."

"Yes dear," she sweetly said.

"Mom, remember how you said I could talk to you about what's been bothering me for the past couple of months."

She perked up at the fact that I finally wanted to discuss my feelings. If she only knew what those feelings were.

"Ahuh. Do you wanna talk now, sweetie?"

I shook my head and sat down next to her on the sofa. I looked down at the rug for a couple of seconds before saying anything. This gave me the time to collect my thoughts. I was way to nervous to look at her eyes.

"Rick, look at me."

"Mom, please don't ask me to look at you right now. This is harder to do than you can ever know. Just promise me that you'll let me finish what I have to say, no matter what."

"Of course I will, honey tell what you."

I took a deep breath to control my trembling hands. My mother noticed this and cupped my hands into hers to calm me down enough to speak her eyes deeply enter to my mind.

"It's okay honey, just say what's on your mind. Okay."

"Okay, mom."

I forced myself to look into her eyes and began to blurt out everything, from when I saw her cleaning the bathroom that day to how I'd endlessly masturbate thinking of that amazing her lovely meaty giggling ass.

"Mom, you can't imagine how long it has taken me to find the courage to talk about this. Please don't judge me or tell me I need to go see a shrink.

"Don't be silly. Lots of boys are attracted to their mothers though not as passionately as you are, I'm guessing."

"Well, you may change your mind once you hear my request. I need to ask you this huge favor...I need...Mom, you've gotta understand that I don't think I'll be able to grow up a normal adult without your help."

"I promised not interrupt so just tell me how I can help you get over this."

"Mom...mom I need to have your…your…aa.. ass. I mean, I need to have anal sex with you."

I didn't want to use crude language in front of my own mother at the time; I guess I could've said, I need to fuck your juicy ass, but that's totally wrong especially if your asking for a huge a favor like the one I just laid on her.

"What!" Her eyes went wide with shock she never expect those words came from her own son’s mouth. She had this look like I just told her I only had one day to live.

"I can't believe what you just said to me I am your mother how dare you o ask this to your own mother?."

I went back to staring at the rug, waiting for the slap that would send me into oblivion. My hands began to tremble again.

"You want to go to bed with your own mother? Me! Oh! God!! Wahtt!! Was hear from you ooooh!"

I simply shook my head up and down while staring at the floor.

"Rick, look at me right now."

For some reason, I couldn't move. It was like my brain did a lock down or something. She gently clasped her left hand under my chin and steered my head toward her.

"Son, how can I do something like that with you and how could you ask such a thing of me! This is so surreal. I can't even think right now. Rick, baby--just go to your room and we'll talk tonight after supper. I need to think about what you've just said. I'm not mad at you, but I'm certainly not happy either. I need time to think about what I'm going to do about your problem."

I went up stairs to my room feeling flushed from nervousness and embarrassment for what I'd just done. It felt good getting it off my chest, yet at the same time, I also felt mad at myself for coming clean with my problem and for being cursed. Why did this have to happen to me. I didn't go looking for her ass, I mean, were there other boys out in the world going through what I was going through or was I the only one suffering.

Mom made a nice dinner that night and we mostly ate it in silence. I thought she was mad at me. I really couldn't blame her if she was. But I guess this is what I get for screwing things up between us.

When I finished cleaning the dishes, I made my way up to my room and laid on my bed looking at the ceiling and thinking about what I had done earlier today. A soft knock broke me from my reverie. It was my mother asking me to come to her bedroom. When I got there, I didn't know what to expect: was she going to send me away to the funny farm or send me to live with my aunt. She was sitting on the edge of her bed looking at me with a seriousness I have never seen before. She patted the mattress. I sat down and began playing with my hands while looking down at her cute dainty feet.

"Rick, what you asked me today, no son should ask of his own mother. I understand the mental and physical pain you must be going through, and I want to let you know that we will work this out."

"Mom...I" She raised a hand to silence me.

"Let me finish, baby."

"Okay, mom."

"I must admit I was taken aback when you told me how much you needed my butt. I haven't seen such passion from a man for my derriere in quite a long time. Your father was the same way when it came to my...uhm, ass."

Just hearing her say "butt" and "ass" had my cock growing into granite hard.

"He had to have me that way at least three or four times a week. It wasn't easy for me in the beginning to take him back there, but after enough practice, it became almost automatic for me to take your father in that way. Do you understand, Rick?"

"Wow! I can't believe your telling me this about you and dad."

"Well, it's not easy and it's something very private and under normal circumstances, I would never share something so intimate with my own son. But, you had the courage to open up to me, and I feel I should do the same."

"But, what are we going to do, mom?"

"I don't know for now. Just hang in there and give me the week to think about this some more."

"Okay mom. Mom..."

"Yes."

"I really love you."

"I love you too, baby."

I got up and gave her a kiss goodnight and went to my room. I was feeling a little better that she didn't freak out or tell me she was going to send me to my aunts or something.

Sleep didn't come easy that night. When it finally did, I dreamt of my mother on her hands and knees resting on a bright, silver platter presenting her luscious ass cheeks to me for my consumption. I bit into her plump cheeks until I almost tore the skin. It was then I awoke with a raging hard on ready to pierce my jockeys. During the week, I, for the most part, stood out of her way so she could think about my proposal. I really hoped she would help me by offering her sweet ass to me. It was torture waiting for her to make up her mind.