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AnalMom: Agatha Delicious’ Sensual Anal Lessons

A: With raven hair tumbling past her shoulders and a curvaceous body that screamed seduction, 38-year-old Agatha Delicious had been maturing much like the finest Bordeaux. While her face was still fresh and youthful, her breasts had kissed fullness and her hips had settled into louche bends that made her every step a focused shake of her ample assets. To the unseasoned eye, she appeared the very archetype of a luscious MILF.

Egged on by his friends, impressionable 18-year-old Chad nervously ambled through the front door of his stepmom Agatha’s bedroom. With a sultry knowingness, Agatha deduced his purpose and undulated her backside, wiggling her round cheeks, barely contained by a tight pencil skirt. Chad paid special attention to the swift in-and-out waves that rippled the fabric of Agatha’s skirt; it was if he was seeing her for the first time.

Agatha cooed, “I imagine there’s something specific that’s brought a curious young man like you to my bedroom?” Her voice was a caramel voiceover as she skated a crimson nail along the zipper of her skirt and yanked it down.

“Uh-huh, definitely… I couldn’t help notice how into anal you seem to be, Ya know, from the messages you’ve been sending…” He trailed off, unable to look away as Agatha shimmied the tight garment past her hips. The reveal of her red lace thong, barely covering her plump cheeks, drained the remaining blood from his body, currently contained within the now translucent front of his shorts.

Maintaining the facade of gee-whiz innocence, Chad played his role. Agatha approached, a queen strut, eyes level but lower lashes batting flirtatiously.

“Oh, so you’ve noticed my predilection…Of course, one can never be too good a student,” she purred, spinning her back to him. Slowly, she slid the thong down to expose the untouched tight bud nestled between her plump cheeks. “Specifically, I’ve seen a great need in you to better understand the anal intersect.”

To emphasize her point, Agatha swooped two fingers between the mounds of her rear and gave an emphatic push, milking her puckered rosebud. “Oh it can take so much more than your average pettish pencil-thin penis…” she explained with a wicked smile, undulating ravenously. “But I’ve got a sensation I could teach you boys, if you’re ready to be my pupil.”

“My gosh, you’re amazing-…” Chad struggled to contain the corners of his mouth from watering at the sight. He’d never been with such an intriguing specimen. Still transfixing the boy with her ass, Agatha continued, “It’s a bit of a secret language. Insiders would say I’m revealing the alphabet of anal.”

“You’re not afraid or embarrassed?” It was couples therapy in a physics context, her cheeks magnetizing the sweat on the back of his neck.

“Oh honey, fearful individuals couldn’t possibly inhabit my world of unabashed indulgence.” She cooed, making yummy faces as she continued to delicately massage her rosebud. “The difference between fear and a fun-filled Fourth is all in an individual’s perspective.”

For the next 10fty minute, Chad watched intently as Agatha demonstrated her arcane alphabet techniques. The rose window above her portal was the central currency in her anatomical economy. Lesser men might have succumbed then and there, but Chad held firm. Made firm, in fact, by what he was witnessing. When she’d given an initial teaser of the sensual paradise that awaited him, he nearly collapsed, but held steady to fulfill his purpose.

Finally, with moans of “okay, okay!” emanating from her, Agatha stopped the demonstration.

“Well? Have you taken notes?” She turned, sweetest rose blooming, beckoning him to plant a seed in her fertile soil. “Come here, darling, let me show you how to get an ‘A’ in anal…”

Agatha guided Chad, boy’s soft hands exploring her newly maxi-sized body. He followed the path along which she was leading him- trailing his slippery fingers across her smooth skin, feeling her nipples harden under his touch as he trailed up her full breasts.

In response, Agatha cooed with pleasure, a sound any mother would love to hear. But something nagged at the back of Chad’s mind, a naughty driving force that pushed him forward.

He didn’t want to stop, he wanted to go all the way. He wanted to replace his body with hers, pressing against her like a warm, misshapen puzzle piece. Slowly, like an eager excavator at an ample meadow, Chad brushed Agatha’s rose with the tip of his boyish finger. Instinctively, he felt and saw the anal entrance swell and open as if inviting him deeper, like an entrance had been opened to enter this realm of pleasure.

His heart began to beat faster. He was drunk with energy that, until minutes ago, he hadn’t known existed within him. What had Agatha done? He pushed forward, burying his tongue inside the tight entrance. It was a tongue that tasted like an expensive fine wine, rich, smooth and oh, so sweet!

Agatha gasped as the young man tongue fucked her ass, but she soon regained her composure. After all, this was what she had been teaching him. And as the night wore on, Chad learned the alphabet of anal pleasure as Agatha guided him through a series of deep multi-fingered thrusts, tight balls on cock rubbing against her ass with each one. Chad’s youthful innocence gave way to an eager student, learning to take his new MILF stepmother in like a master analyst. By the time the rising sun peeked through the curtains, there was only one thought in the young man’s mind: he wanted to be the A student of anal, burying himself balls deep in Agatha’s thick muff over and over again.

And so began the journey of step-son and step-mother, between the confines of their ritualistic submission and sensual exploration. Through it all, Chad would never forget those first precious lessons, forever in his heart, aglow in his mind, yearning for his anal alphabet: a love that transcended the boundaries of family and understood the power of true, illicit intimacy between lovers.