Sharon picks some grapes
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You pick up a lime green, delicious looking grape from the bowl. Holding it in-between your fingers you look at your mother’s puckered asshole. She yelps in surprise as you press it against her unassuming asshole. | You pick up a lime green, delicious looking grape from the bowl. Holding it in-between your fingers you look at your mother’s puckered asshole. She yelps in surprise as you press it against her unassuming asshole. | ||
| - | “Stop Sharon what are you doing! Things don’t go in there!” | + | “Stop Sharon, what are you doing?! Things don’t go in there!” |
| - | Yet easily enough Anna’s anus opens up to the soft, fragile grape and accepts it in one piece into her asshole. Afterwards you smile as your | + | Yet easily enough, Anna’s anus opens up to the soft, fragile grape and accepts it in one piece into her asshole. Afterwards you smile as your mother's body burns with shame. It looks to you like your mother's butt is winking at you so you decide to teasingly stroke the anal opening with your fingers as if caressing a sensetive clit. |
| - | “Things will be going into your ass from now on mother, | + | “Things will be going into your ass from now on mother, whether you like it or not. And you better keep that nice ass of yours soft, relaxed and roomy for me. Or else, if you were to squeeze your asshole shut so that the grapes mash, we will move on to bigger groceries.” |
| - | You pick up another grape and just like before press it against your | + | You pick up another grape and just like before press it against your mother's anus. It slides in, pushing the first grape deeper. |
“Two grapes.” You say. | “Two grapes.” You say. | ||
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“Ahh…” | “Ahh…” | ||
| - | “Four grapes.” You’ve | + | “Four grapes.” You’ve managed to push in, and the itchy ass is getting nervous. |
“Ahh! Please stop it.” | “Ahh! Please stop it.” | ||
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“Gah! Please stop it Sharon! It’s so… it’s so humiliating!” | “Gah! Please stop it Sharon! It’s so… it’s so humiliating!” | ||
| - | “Yes mom your ass is so wondrously shy!” You say and press another grape into her | + | “Yes mom, your ass is so wondrously shy!” You say and press another grape into her. |
| - | “Seven, eight, nine, ten! Ten grapes in your ass mom!” | + | “Seven, eight, nine, ten! Ten grapes in your ass mom!” |
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| + | You push in five more grapes, all fifteen shoved in your mother's anal cavity. She wiggles and fidgets, contorting her body to get free. | ||
Anna is breathing heavily out her mouth. All her struggles focused on keeping her ass nice and relaxed, but so humiliated that her struggles to control her own body only serve to confirm her own shameful helplessness. | Anna is breathing heavily out her mouth. All her struggles focused on keeping her ass nice and relaxed, but so humiliated that her struggles to control her own body only serve to confirm her own shameful helplessness. | ||
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| - | With an open fist, you slam the palm of your hand onto your mothers left buttcheek. The impact leaves a big red mark on her white ass and presses her anus together, smashing the | + | With an open fist, you slam the palm of your hand onto your mothers left buttcheek. The impact leaves a big red mark on her white ass and presses her anus together, smashing the fifteen fragile grapes inside. Your mother screams out, mortified in shame as the vitamin filled grape juice runs out of her anus and down to her pussy only to then drip down onto the kitchen floor. |
“My ass! Its leaking out my ass!” Your mother says, narrating her own humiliation. | “My ass! Its leaking out my ass!” Your mother says, narrating her own humiliation. | ||
| - | “Yes mom the liquid is so clear and juicy! You have a very clean sensitive anus mom! But I told you not to mash the grapes no matter what!” You say with the last line possessing a menacing tone. You touch your mother’s ass, knead them, promising more with the power of your authority. Which fruit or vegetable should you | + | “Yes mom, the liquid is so clear and juicy! You have a very clean, sensitive anus mom! But I told you not to mash the grapes no matter what!” You say with the last line possessing a menacing tone. You touch your mother’s ass, knead them, promising more with the power of your authority. Which fruit or vegetable should you choose next? |
Current revision as of 19:23, 6 July 2015
You pick up a lime green, delicious looking grape from the bowl. Holding it in-between your fingers you look at your mother’s puckered asshole. She yelps in surprise as you press it against her unassuming asshole.
“Stop Sharon, what are you doing?! Things don’t go in there!”
Yet easily enough, Anna’s anus opens up to the soft, fragile grape and accepts it in one piece into her asshole. Afterwards you smile as your mother's body burns with shame. It looks to you like your mother's butt is winking at you so you decide to teasingly stroke the anal opening with your fingers as if caressing a sensetive clit.
“Things will be going into your ass from now on mother, whether you like it or not. And you better keep that nice ass of yours soft, relaxed and roomy for me. Or else, if you were to squeeze your asshole shut so that the grapes mash, we will move on to bigger groceries.”
You pick up another grape and just like before press it against your mother's anus. It slides in, pushing the first grape deeper.
“Two grapes.” You say.
“Ohh…”
“Three grapes.”
“Ahh…”
“Four grapes.” You’ve managed to push in, and the itchy ass is getting nervous.
“Ahh! Please stop it.”
You push the fifth grape against her circular anal opening. It’s getting tight, so naturally her anus resists. But by pressing slowly and carefully you manage to make the inexperienced ass stretch and enclose on the green grape.
“Gah! Please stop it Sharon! It’s so… it’s so humiliating!”
“Yes mom, your ass is so wondrously shy!” You say and press another grape into her.
“Seven, eight, nine, ten! Ten grapes in your ass mom!”
You push in five more grapes, all fifteen shoved in your mother's anal cavity. She wiggles and fidgets, contorting her body to get free.
Anna is breathing heavily out her mouth. All her struggles focused on keeping her ass nice and relaxed, but so humiliated that her struggles to control her own body only serve to confirm her own shameful helplessness.
“Ahh… Sharon please let me go to the bathroom, I can’t… I can’t keep them in there for much longer! Sharon please!”
With an open fist, you slam the palm of your hand onto your mothers left buttcheek. The impact leaves a big red mark on her white ass and presses her anus together, smashing the fifteen fragile grapes inside. Your mother screams out, mortified in shame as the vitamin filled grape juice runs out of her anus and down to her pussy only to then drip down onto the kitchen floor.
“My ass! Its leaking out my ass!” Your mother says, narrating her own humiliation.
“Yes mom, the liquid is so clear and juicy! You have a very clean, sensitive anus mom! But I told you not to mash the grapes no matter what!” You say with the last line possessing a menacing tone. You touch your mother’s ass, knead them, promising more with the power of your authority. Which fruit or vegetable should you choose next?
