This choice: Heading straight home, with his face imprisoned between her big butt-cheeks! • Go Back...Chapter #5Heading straight home, with his face imprisoned... by: Unknown "Obviously your going to have to learn a lesson. So, you like the smell of weed, do you?" She said. "Well I've got something else that you'll have to get used to the smell of, and it's right here!" She grinned, turning around and revealing her enormous ass-cheeks, spread wide in front of him so they went out farther than his shoulders with her dark brown anus puckering right in the middle. "Press your nose against this and then help me hold my big cheeks in place around your head until the officer finishes tying you to it. We're going to keep your nose wedged in my ass every day until your no longer addicted to the smell of weed!" She said triumphantly.
"Although we should warn you," the officer said, as she pulled out the strap that would attach his face to his mom's bum, "there's every chance you could become addicted to the smell of your mom's ass instead. It's true, methane has that effect on people." They both laughed then, as he slowly wedged his face once again into his mom's butt-cleft.
The officer snickered as she tied the boy's face into his mother's arse - she couldn't believe how cooperative he was being. He obviously didn't want to be there - in fact, he was shaking - but he had willingly pressed his face into his mother's butt-crack without a fight and had held it there while she finished attaching him to it. Giving one last tug on the belt, she shook his mom's hand before directing them to the squad car where she'd offered to drive them home.
The short walk from the officer's car to their front door was excruciating. His mom wiggled her ass extravagantly as she walked up the driveway, giving the neighbours a good long look at her bound son shuffling along behind her with his face stuck in her large ass. She fiddled with the nob, pretending to have trouble getting in before waving to next door to her son's sheer horror.
"Oh hello Ms. Deveraux! Yes, lovely day isn't it? No I'm afraid he hasn't been a good boy - he got in trouble with the police for smoking weed again! Yes, I am taking everything firmly in hand!" She smiled, before stepping slowly through the door.
She unclasped the belt and her son fell with a thud to the floor, his head sliding out of her arse slick with the sweat of her butt. She giggled looking down at him, knowing that the sweat covering her own son's face was because it had been inside her large, warm butt-crack.
For his part the boy just concentrated on breathing - he'd never been good at resisting his mother and felt very light-headed after having barely any air to breath for the past hour. As he lay there gasping on the floor he couldn't help but swallow some of his mom's butt-sweat as it trickled into his mouth.
His mom leaned in and planted a big, warm kiss smack on his lips, her full, red lips leaving huge smudges over his mouth where they'd pressed in. She leaned back coyly all of a sudden and began giggling like a schoolgirl. Spinning around, she presented her overlarge rump to her son and pointed to one fleshy, leopardskin-clad cheek. "Now, kiss mommy here son."
She tittered as her submissive boy feathered a light kiss against the seat of her pants. "Now here ..." she tittered, pointing to the opposite cheek, eliciting similar results. She bit her lower lip, now came her favourite part of the plan. Taking care to wiggle her prodigious rear teasingly right in her virgin son's face, she slowly pointed to the exact centre of her crack and sang in a false sing-song voice "And here..."
Her heart lept as she felt him press his face against her crack and kiss the seat of her pants. Biting her lip, she wiggled her butt left and right and giggled as he tried hard to keep his face pressed against the smelly centre of her rump.
And now the real test, she thought. Cooing smugly, she pressed her thumbs under her pantline and with one swift motion pulled them down to her knees alongside her black panties.Breathing heavily in trepidation, she slowly pulled her mammoth cheeks apart until they were each side of her son's face. Then she pointedly refused to give an order. A few seconds later, beyond all hope, delight of delights, she felt her son's nervous breath in her crack, felt his cheeks on her warm buns and his lips pressed against her pucker as he kissed his own mother's dirty asshole.
"MMMMmmmm! So gooooooood!" She moaned, her hips involuntarily rubbing against her son's face.
After 5 minutes of stealing her son's first kiss, she bumped him with her large derriere until he fell backwards onto the ground. Turning around and placing her foot smugly on top of his groin, she blew a kiss down to him as she said   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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