Love Buckets

This is the third in a series of stories about Victoria and Kim. It takes place five years into their relationship. Victoria (whom Kim calls 'Mummy') is now 52, and Kimmy is 26. The other two stories, My Bottom and My Top, I posted on Literotica under the name Richard Donnehy several years ago. I've since forgotten the password, so I'm unable to post it under that username.

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'Love-buckets.'

'Hmm?' I switch off the hoover, having just finished the living room rug. It's Saturday, early afternoon, dinner guests are coming this evening: the flat needed a touch of light cleaning and tidying up. Mummy is stretched out languidly on the sofa, looking scrumptiously elegant in her charcoal polo-neck jumper and black jeans, with her adorable new ultra-short haircut. She has been casually flipping through the Economist, sipping a caffè freddo, sneaking peeks at me over her reading glasses as I've been bustling about the room. A mischievous smirk plays over her lips. She's up to something.

'Love-buckets,' Mummy repeats. 'I just came up with it. It's my new name for tes belles grosses fesses.'

'My ... beautiful big bum?' I giggle, blushing. 'Um, OK. But why "love-buckets"?'

'Well, Pet,' she sits up. '"Buckets" suggests their volume, the abundance of that huge blubbery arse of yours. As in the phrase, "you've got sexiness by the bucket-full", which you do, of course. And I suppose "buckets" sounds a bit like "buttocks", doesn't it? The "love" part speaks for itself', she shrugs. 'Your love-buckets just sort of radiate love and sexiness.'

Call me suggestible, but the moment she says it, I can feel it: my big buttocks are tingling all over, emitting urgent signals - Mummy, we want you.

Yes, I'm fat. Eighteen stone. All tits, belly, arse and thighs. Especially arse. And Mummy adores my shape. She normally uses nice language to refer to it, like 'abundant'. When she uses a word like 'blubbery', that's her talking dirty to me, to turn us both on. It's working.

'You know,' she continues, 'I haven't said hello to your love-buckets properly today. C'mere Pet. That's right, bend over, put your hands on the coffee table.' She flips up my skirt and deftly pulls down my knickers, letting them drop to my ankles: my big bare arse is on display before her.

'Magnificent!' she whispers. 'Absolutely glorious!' I look over to the mirror on the far wall, to see her gazing raptly at my fat bum. Abruptly, she slides two fingers into my cunny. I whimper with pleasure, struggling to keep still. 'Why Pet, you're sopping!' she chuckles. Slowly, she withdraws her fingers, placing them in her mouth, tasting my arousal. She bends down, and plants a lingering kiss on each buttock.

'Hmm. I think. What we need. Is a nice. LONG. Play-session with these love-buckets of yours. Of mine, I should say: they do belong to me, don't they Pet?'

'Yes, Mummy! They're all yours.'

* * *

Two minutes later, we're in our bedroom, naked. I'm face-down on the bed, my hands and ankles velcro-cuffed to the bedposts, with a comfortable amount of slack. A pile of pillows and towels is under my middle, propping my big arse up in the air, giving Mummy easy access to it. She kneels behind me on the bed, between my thighs, leaning forward. Her hands gently grip my buttocks, kneading them, then spreading them apart. I feel her hungry gaze on my exposed anus. 'Oh yes!' she murmurs approvingly. Her hot breath tickles my anus. I know what's coming. I want it badly, but still I'm fighting my inhibitions. I showered this morning, of course, but it's been a warm day, the housework got me a trifle sweaty, and I suppose I've farted a few times since the shower - I hope Mummy doesn't smell or taste anything unpleasant back there. Then, ooooh! I feel her tongue sweeping over my anus, claiming me. Well, she's certainly not showing any signs of distaste: rather, she's devouring me back there like I'm her favourite meal. Which I suppose I am. As her hands knead my buttocks, she nuzzles her face deep into the crevice between them, licking over and around my anus, sucking on it with her lips, gently nipping at it with her teeth. She slips two fingers back into my drooling cunny, penetrating Bayan Escort Gaziantep me deeply, while her tongue-tip presses insistently at my sphincter. Well, my anus and Mummy's tongue are old friends, and so when she comes knocking, she's welcomed inside, of course, without further ado. I tremble with pleasure, feeling her hot tongue surging inside me, snaking in and out of my tight back channel, while her fingers skillfully frig my dripping front channel and flick over my throbbing clitoris.

'Mummy, Victoria, please, I'm so close ...' I whimper.

She's not exactly in a position to speak, so she just nods her face into my arse, giving me permision to come. And come I do - hard. But Mummy doesn't relent with her rimming and quimming, and then I'm coming again, back-to-back with the first, even harder this time. I gush over Mummy's hand, soaking the towel beneath me.

She withdraws her face from my arse-furrow, sits up, and uncuffs me. I get up - unsteady on my feet from the force of that double orgasm, I'm still seeing stars - and remove the wet towel, put it in with the dirty laundry. Well, that was lovely, pity it's over so soon. I reach for my bra and knickers.

'What are you doing, Pet?'

'Getting dressed. I ... I thought ...'

'You thought I'd had enough of these love-buckets? Didn't I say a nice long play-session?' My heart soars.

'Yes Mummy, you did. Sorry, I misunderstood.'

'Put down a fresh towel, Pet, and get back in bed.'

* * *

She re-cuffs me in the same position, and kneels behind me again. I'm delighted that our love-making is going to continue. But - bloody hell - that double cummy wiped me out! I don't know if I'll be able come again any time soon. On the other hand, as Mummy pointed out, my love-buckets - and all of me really - belong to her. If she wants it, I'm ready for more of this rimming and quimming, or whatever she wants to do with me. Maybe I'll even get to make Mummy come afterwards, though that doesn't seem to be on the immediate agenda.

But she doesn't resume the rimming. Instead, she begins lightly kissing my buttocks, showering them with tender kisses, all over their broad expanse, whilst her hands gently stroke and caress me. Then she lays her head down on my arse, her cheek resting against my nether cheeks, while her arms embrace my hips and thighs.

'Mmm - hmm - hmm ... mmm - hmm - hmm.' Very softly, she's humming a tune, a lullaby perhaps. She plants a few more light kisses on my arse cheeks, then settles her head down again and continues humming. There's something inexpressibly tender and intimate about what she's doing to me. Maternal somehow, almost chaste. I feel ... deeply loved. She's my Mummy and I'm her little girl. I'm wrapped in her love like an infant in swaddling blankets. The feeling wells up in me so strongly - I suppose you could call it a love-gasm.

'Mummy, I want to hold you. I want to give you pleasure too.'

'Oh Pet, you're giving me lots of pleasure!'

'But ...'

'Ssh! Just lie still and let me enjoy my love-buckets.'

She plants lingering kisses all over my buttocks and the back of my thighs, leaving no inch of skin unkissed. Sometimes she playfully bites at my arseflesh - just gentle nips, to let me know I'm hers. And so I lie there, cooing happily, gratefully, letting Mummy's love and tenderness soak deep into my heart, basking in it.

Well, I said it felt chaste. At first, perhaps. But, blimey, the woman I love is kissing me, biting me, petting me all over one of my prime erogenous zones, at great length: you can't blame me for starting to get aroused! Her kisses are making me tremble now, and I have to fight the impulse to grind my crotch against the pillows under me. Her kisses are moving closer and closer to the crevice. I whimper.

Then suddenly she spreads my cheeks apart, claiming my anus again with her mouth, and her tongue again presses against my sphincter, then pops inside, as her fingers possess my wet cunny. She knows I'm close - before I have to ask, she's nodding her face into my arse again, giving me permission. And, oh Goddess! I'm coming again, not as intense as the first time, but so anus-tinglingly delicious.

As I emerge from the rosy haze of that cummy, Mummy is again planting light kisses all over my arse-cheeks and thighs. I sigh contentedly, and settle back into another warm Mummy-love-gasm that goes on and on.

* * *

And so it continues all afternoon: extended bum-kissing-and-caressing sessions that make me feel totally loved, punctuated by passionate arse-tonguings that bring me to thunderous cummies. I can't decide which I enjoy more. Happily, I don't have to choose between them: Mummy is giving me plenty of both. I have to change the towels twice more.

But, as wonderful as this extended love-bucket play has been, I feel a sense of relief when, at long last, Mummy extracts her head from from my arse-furrow, gets out of bed and walks to the en-suite. I hear her tinkle in the toilet. She rinses her hands and face. Now she's coming back into the bedroom, and I can only hope ... Yes! She's rummaging in the night-stand drawer for her strap-on harness. This is what I was hoping for. For two reasons. First, after hours of tantalizing oral stimulation back there, I'm wide open and positively craving some deep, forceful anal penetration from Mummy's womancock. But more importantly - much more, in fact - when Mummy fucks me, especially in my arse, she comes. Hard. All afternoon, she's been giving me cummy after cummy, but she hasn't come once herself. At this point, I need her cummy, much more than another one for myself. I can feel the sexual hunger burning white-hot in her, beneath the surface of her skin. It's driving me spare.

'You've been such a good girl, I think today you deserve something quite special, Pet. I'm going to use my new one, the big purple cock.'

I gulp. I was expecting the little black dildo we normally use for anal play. The new purple dildo is a monster: ten inches long and two and a half inches thick. I gave it to her a few months ago, as an anniversary present. I've had it in my cunny a number of times - quite a stretch it is too, almost like being fisted - but I never expected to take it up the arse. I've never had anything that big in my back passage before. But I'm game. In fact, my arse is tingling with anticipation now at the thought of it.

'Yes, please, Mummy.'

'You can say 'no', you know. We can use the little anal one.'

'Mummy, right now I'm so wide open for you back there, if you were on the other end of it I could take the whole Gherkin building up my arse.'

She laughs out loud. 'That's what I love about you, Pet: you're up for anything. Well, let's just start with this, Pet, shall we? We can work up to office towers gradually. Seriously, though, you're going to need lots of lube.'

She uncuffs my wrists. I remove some of the pillows: my arse doesn't have to be quite so propped up for this part. Then she hands me my grabbers. I should explain: the 'grabbers' are a pair of wooden implements, sort of like long-handled spatulas, but with the flat parts folded inward at an angle, like two numeral 7's. You see, when I reach back to try to spread my cheeks for Mummy, my arms can only reach so far: I pull on the sides of my hips, but my arse is so big and wobbly, the cleft doesn't open much. Hence the grabbers. Mummy had them specially carved for me by an artist friend. (I've got a pair for the shower as well, for rinsing off the soap back in there, when Mummy's not there to help me.) But this pair I use now to 'open wide and say "ah"', as Mummy squirts a generous dollop of lube over my anus (cold!) and begins working it inside with her finger (nice!). She repeats this several times, till my arse furrow is slathered with lube, from my tailbone down to my cunny, and my anus is well packed with the stuff. Then I hear her putting a condom on the Purple Monster and smearing more lube all over it.

'Here it is Pet.' I feel the head lodging firmly against my anus. My moment of truth. Can I really take this monster?

'Yes, please, Mummy.' I nod, taking a deep breath, and she presses forward: the avocado-sized head pops inside my well-greased anus.

'OK, Pet? How is it?'

'Nngh, so full. It's really stretching me. Just ... give me a minute, please.'

'Of course, Pet. Let me know when you're ready for more. You're so fucking beautiful like this, Pet.'

My anal ring is stretched tight, burning a little, on the verge of pain but not quite. This is madness: what was I thinking? I'll never be able to do it! But I take a few breaths, and begin to relax into it, as my anus accommodates its giant purple visitor. Mummy thinks I'm beautiful! She wants to take me this way, I remind myself, and I want it too. I want her deep inside me.

'OK, Mummy.'

'I'll go slow, Pet.' She leans forward, and her monster womancock begins to push inside me, milimeter by milimeter. I close my eyes, breath, and focus on the sensations as it slowly fills me up. Oh yes! I belong to Mummy, My arse really belongs to her: she's taking possession of it, quite literally.

'That's it! I'm in all the way. Beautiful, Pet! You really did it!'

She leans over me, reaching underneath to cup my breasts in her hands. I feel her stiff nipples pressing into my back, feel her breath on my neck. She kisses my shoulder, massages my tits, pinching my nipples.

'Please Mummy.'

'You're ready for it?'

'Yes please.'

'Such a good girl. I love you, Kimmy.' And she slides partway out, then thrusts it home.

I squeal. That felt good, very good. I want more, a lot more.

'OK Pet?'

'Don't stop, Mummy. Please don't stop.'

She begins pumping it in and out of my arse. The nerve endings in my back passage are overloading with pleasure as she speeds up the pace and the vigour of her thrusts. I feel her sweat on my back.

'Oh Goddess! Victoria!'

'Yes, come for me, Kimmy Pet, my love ... come for me.'

'Mummy, you come too!' I half-whimper-half-scream., 'Please come for me, Mummy! Please!'

With a feral growl, she begins thrusting her womancock into me like a madwoman, stabbing deep into my rectum again and again with all her strength, mauling my tits with her hands, lightly biting my shoulder, grunting savagely. I love it when Mummy loses her cool like this, when she lets herself be taken over by pure lust, reveaing herself as the glorious sexual animal she is. She stiffens and gasps, her womancock sheathed deep in my bowels: she's coming! That sends me over the edge. I feel her orgasm, and my own, radiating out from the twin epicentres of her clit and my anus, in a double wave-pattern than spreads over both our bodies, taking us both together to a perfect, timeless place without words, making us one.

After long minutes of blissful aftershocks, she loosens her deathgrip on my breasts, raising up on her arms. The dildo withdraws from my anus with an embarrassing gooey slurp, as though I had just made a monster poo. She gets up, peels the soiled condom from the Purple Monster, and gently wipes the lube from my bum with a wet flannel. She turns toward me, to uncuff me, her womancock bobbing near my face as I roll onto my back.

'Pet, that was ... bloody marvelous! But it wasn't enough. I need your cunt too.'

'Of course, Mummy.' I spread my thighs for her. 'C'mere. My cunny belongs to you too.'

And so she lets me take her in my arms, settling her gorgeous hips between my thighs, as I wrap my legs round hers. Her womancock slides into my cunny in one smooth thrust. I'm still quite wet down there, and it goes in easily, thick monster though it is. I grip Mummy tightly, I've been aching to hold her all afternoon and now I have her in my arms. She begins moving her womancock inside me, slow, gentle thrusts. The fresh womanly smell of her sweaty body intoxicates me. I kiss her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks. I tell her I love her again and again. She starts to come. But this time I just can't. I'm all cummied out from this long afternoon of lovemaking. But that's all right: I can savour Mummy's cummy all the more. I love the look of deep peace on her face as she comes down from the peak. Goddess, she's beautiful!

I become aware of her soft, even breathing, She's fallen asleep on top of me! All that love-making has worn her out, poor thing, all that playing with her 'love-buckets'. Well, she can rest on top of me for a while longer. The Purple Monster feels good inside me, comforting. She smells so good. I glance at the clock on the nightstand: half past four in the afternoon. I don't have to start on dinner till half-five. Meanwhile, I have Mummy in my arms.