End: I Wish I Could Toss Your Salad

The reporter blushed. It was her most secret, intimate sexual desire. One that she had never dared broach with any of her lovers. Yet here and now...with her mother, the one woman she trusted above all others...and with so little time left...Lois knew she would never have this chance again.

Ella Lane smiled at her daughter. One pale, cold hand brushed the reporter's cheek.

"Of course dear. I think I even have some syrup here..."

There was a bar in the room, set up with bottles of liquor, fresh fruit, milk, and...yes, it turns out, a large squeeze bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup.

Lois Lane's mother positioned herself on all fours on the edge of the bed. The bottle was in the reporter's hands. She watched her mother pry her slightly sagging cheeks apart, revealing the small, pink furrowed pit of her asshole. The younger woman took a deep breath, heart jackhammering in its cage of bone. Her knees felt weak, palms sweaty, nervous but on the surface she looked calm and ready.

"Have you done this before?" Ella asked as Lois pointed the nozzle toward her.

"No," Lois said throatily. "You're my first."

But she knew how it worked. Lois had read accounts, watched videos online. People would spray their lover's asshole with jelly or syrup and just...eat ass. The reporter quivered a little, just thinking about it.

I'm actually going to eat my mom's ass!

She clutched the syrup bottle tight, pointing the nozzle right at that brown eye. Dark brown chocolate, liquid and sweet, shot out, thick and heavy. The first spurt caught the sensitive rectum right in the middle, and Ella Lane shook as the cold, sticky goo hit her backside.

When the bottle ran out, the middle of the pale ass dripping with chocolate syrup, Lois couldn't contain herself anymore.

The reporter dove forward, tongue extended. She grabbed her mother's ass with her hands to spread those pale cheeks wider. Pressed her face right between those cheeks, tasted the sweet chocolate sauce fill her mouth...and behind it, beneath it, the warm flesh, the soft hole.

Her tongue burrowed in, sweet and bitter mixing on her tongue. Lois lost herself in the act, mouth lapping in hot, hungry kisses, teeth scraping against the pale flesh, but always returning to that warm little pivot. Pressing her tongue there again and again, feeling the muscles loosen, relax, give...and then squeeze down on her tongue, trapping her inside.

Lois Lane lost track of time. It was the fulfillment of a dream, her world filled with ass and chocolate. Stupid hot tears spilled across her cheeks as she buried herself in her mother's backside. It wasn't fair...after all this time...to only have these few final minutes together.

"It's okay pumpkin," Ella Lane said. "This time...was a blessing. I love you. Remember that, always remember that..."

Then she was gone. Lois Lane, her face smeared with brown, curled up into the warm spot her mother's body had occupied on the bed, and cried herself to sleep.

In the morning, Lois Lane would wake and wash her face. The women were still missing, and perhaps she would return to search for them another night. Perhaps one evening she would go to church, for the first time in a long time, to say a prayer for her mother's soul. The events of that night would haunt her dreams for years, a carnal secret she could never tell another soul.

Yet Blaze knew, and laughed at the secret pains and pleasures that had happened on Lois Lane's night out.