All of a sudden, Brett pulled his penis out and before jan knew what was happening, he began pushing his cock against her tight sphincter. She bit the...back of her arm and let out a muffled cry as he pushed past the opening and up into her anus. Jan bit down on her arm to keep from screaming from the painful intrusion as her eyes began to tear up. Brett was a little more than halfway in as he began slowly moving in and out of her, giving her a brief reprieve and then pushing deeper with each. These were just the type of clothes that we always slept in and were used to seeing each other like this. We chatted a bit about our plans for the day. Since he had completed his first year of college it seemed like he had matured ten-fold. He was easy to talk to, funny, and made me feel young again. I was still his mom and we never crossed any of society’s boundaries, but it was a more adult relationship now. We could talk about careers, politics, dating, movies we liked, and pretty much. I looked up with an embarrassed look and asked, "What are you looking at? You have seen me before. Haven't you?"He nodded and walked across to me and said, "I am thinking if I should make love to you first right here and now or keep that program for the night. so that I can make love to you repeatedly as many times as we like and sleep in each other's arms."I suggested, "Let me give you the shave and the bath you wanted me to give you first. Then we will see what we feel like doing." OK. But. "I'm a cocksucker!" she repeated before standing up and moving in front of the mirror over the sink. She looked at her reflection for a sign of change. She didn't see one on the outside but she knew the change on the inside. "You're a cocksucker," she told her reflection and laughed again.Alone in her room meant she had no reason to stay dressed or hesitate before taking care of herself. That was always the way she liked to think about it, "taking care of herself." She though the word.