You want to touch it and touch it and touch it

Watching Mrs. Hartnett’s bare cheeks seemed to have slowed down time. Just the sight of her sweaty big round butt made minutes feel like days, and you paid attention to each drop of sweat as it trickled down her skin and glistened in the setting sun. With the room completely silent you felt like in another world, a world where only you and the magnificent pair of asscheeks existed.

Only now that the creamy white skin of her butt was exposed to your hungry eyes did you notice a tiny mole on the upper part of the woman’s right buttock. It was placed in such a way that had she worn more conservative underwear today, you wouldn’t have seen it. And with how innocent her wardrobe usually was, getting to see the small detail felt intimate. Though nowhere near inappropriate, it was something you imagined only Mrs. Hartnett’s late husband had seen.

Speaking of things only a lover should be able to see or do, simply watching started to bore you. Instead, it was time for some hands-on inspection of your latest property. “I’d like to feel it with my hands.”

No sooner than the statement sounded in the bedroom did your hands move towards their target.

“Wait!”

Just before you could make contact with Mrs. Hartnett’s smooth skin you froze and looked up to meet her worried gaze.

“My ass might belong to you, but that’s it! If you’re going to touch it, you better make sure you don’t cross the line…” She explained, trailing off at the end. “And… try to be gentle.”

At first, you were worried that despite owning her ass and having seen it bare she would not let you touch it. But her reminder made you grin. Just how surrendered to her butt’s fate was she? Could you really do anything you wanted with it?

“I’ll be careful…” You replied, growing impatient to know what it feels like between your fingers. But her glare let you know that she wasn’t playing around. “I promise.”

With that, she turned her head away from you again. Given the permission to continue with whatever you had in mind, you finally reached the perfect ass with your hands. Despite having known what was to come, Mrs. Hartnett gasped at the contact. Perhaps your palms felt cold on her warm skin, or perhaps she just wasn’t used to being touched down there. Either way the woman did nothing to stop you, quietly withstanding your lewd whims.

Your hands made clapping sounds as each landed on one of her buttcheeks. The contact instantly caused her muscles, buried underneath a deep layer of fat, to tense up. With your fingers you could feel them contract and stay in a tight cramp. You traversed your hands around the mounds, but the buttocks barely crumpled under their pressure. Years of dedicated exercise left Mrs. Hartnett’s ass firm and shapely, however they also made her glutes extremely strong. This time working against you and your groping escapades.

“Mrs. Hartnett,” Your words surprised the woman, who so far was doing her best to detach herself from what you were doing. “you’re very tense…”

“Oh, um, it’s been a while since anyone touched me. Especially down there…” She said, her glutes remaining rigid.

“Well, it’s hard to inspect my property like this. Could you relax for me?”

“I- I could try.”

And just as you felt her muscles stiffen, slowly they softened under your grip. With each breath Mrs. Hartnett made, you could feel the buttocks become slightly softer and more moldable. Though, they never relaxed completely, but that would have to do for now.

Using the opportunity, you ran your fingers over the smooth surface and gently fondled her skin, creating fleshy mounds between each digit. You didn’t hesitate to grab handfuls of her buttcheeks and squeeze or pinch them, often causing a gasp or a groan to leave the woman’s lips.

After a while, you moved both your hands to the inner area between her buttocks and with a tight grip you spread them apart. From under the white cotton material of her panties, the skin most adjacent to the woman’s butthole appeared. It was slightly darker in color and was covered with tiny wrinkles, all pointing towards her covered hole.

You wanted to remove the underwear and find out what it looked like, but a voice echoing in the hallway put a stop to your fun. “Elliot! Where are you?”

Having heard her son’s shout, Mrs. Hartnett quickly jumped away from you and moved toward her bedroom door. Looking back at you in concern she brought a finger to her lips and signaled for you to stay quiet.

“Mom, are you in here?” Jake asked, trying to see into his mother’s bedroom.

But she beat him to it and used her body to block the door from opening. Only leaving enough gap for their faces to meet, she talked to the boy.

“I’m here, honey.” She answered rather hastily.

“Can I go in?” He asked.

“No, um…” She briefly looked back at you and then turned around to her son again. “Mommy is changing.”

“Oh, I see…” He said. “Are you okay? Your cheeks are burning red…”

“Yes, I’m f-fine…”

Not waiting for the conversation to end, you sneaked behind the standing woman and crouched below her protruded ass.

“It’s just a little hot in… gasp” She suddenly cut off. “…here.”

As soon as she finished that sentence, she shot you a threatening glare, soundlessly commanding you to take your hands off her butt. However, you left them where they were, challenging her authority with a sly grin on your face.

“Mom, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Jake asked, causing her gaze to return back to him. “You look sick…”

“Yes, honey.” She assured. “It’s nothing to- ungh… worry about…”

Mrs. Hartnett found it difficult to speak with your hands kneading on her asscheeks. You pinched her skin right as she was talking to her son, making her gasp and yelp mid-sentence.

“Mom, you’re trembling. I really think you should take your temperature.”

“I said I’m fine!” She burst out slightly, growing impatient as you groped her right in front of her son.

“Okayyy… I’m just worried about you, that’s all.” He explained, taken aback by his normally lovely mother’s reaction.

“I know, sweetheart. And I’m sorry for shouting at you.” She softened up.

Suddenly, you proceeded with the thing that Jake’s appearance had put a stop to moments before. Spreading the woman’s buttcheeks, you pulled the panties aside with one thumb and circled the rosebud of her anus with the other one. You felt Mrs. Hartnett hold herself from jumping at the touch, instead she just panted loudly.

“Today’s just been a real… HNNGH” She groaned as you pushed the tip of your thumb up her asshole. “PAIN IN THE ASS!”

She stared at you with a plea for mercy in her eyes, while her sphincter gripped your finger in warm and moist tissue. But your thumb remained in its place, slowly rubbing her insides and trying to push upwards.

“Honey, w-why don’t you- ugh… go and look for hmph Elliot?” She did her best to muffle her groans. “Mommy needs some- some time for herselfff.”

“Erm, you got it, Mom…” Jake awkwardly replied and walked back down the hallway.

As soon as he was out of sight, Mrs. Hartnett shut the door and turned around, pulling your finger out of her ass.

“What do you think you’re doing, young man!?” She lashed out at you.

You were speechless, having never seen her get this angry before.

“You can’t just touch me down there. I’m your friend’s mother for god’s sake!” She continued.

“But you let me touch you just a little earlier…” You said shyly.

“I let you touch me because I’d just found out that you owned my ass. But clearly you don’t know where the line is!” She shouted almost loud enough for Jake to hear her outside the room.

“Now get out! I need to be alone…” She finished berating you and pointed at the door.

So, with your head down, you made your way out of the bedroom.