Claiming Her Holes
by Anal_King
Copyright© 2026 by Anal_King
I was cutting across campus to the cafeteria when I spotted Kevin heading toward me. As he got closer, he glanced around nervously, then spoke in a low voice.
“Matt, I gotta talk to you.”
He looked over his shoulder one more time, clearly paranoid. “I figure you already know ... and if you don’t, brace yourself for the shock of your life.”
Kevin pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a couple of times, and shoved it into my hand.
“Just play it.”
I started the video. It showed a woman naked from the waist down, bent forward over a wooden rail, vigorously shaking her round, juicy ass. She had the thick, fertile body of a young MILF, wide hips, soft pale skin, and a big, heart-shaped rear that demanded attention.
A few seconds in, the clip slowed to quarter-speed. The camera zoomed in tight on her ass as those fat, heavy cheeks clapped and collided with a hypnotic rhythm. Each powerful bounce sent her plush globes rippling and jiggling in waves. Damn! That cake of hers looked swollen as they erotically slapped together again and again.
My cock instantly hardened painfully against my pants as I kept on watching her ass ridiculously wobble like it was begging to be grabbed, spanked, and claimed.
I had to force myself to snap out of it.
I handed the phone back to Kevin, trying to play it cool. “So, some random slut wants to show off her fat ass online. What’s the big deal, man?”
“No, dumbass. Look at the background. Really look.”
I replayed the video, this time focusing past her bouncing ass. The trees, the mountain ridge in the distance, the wooden rail ... it all clicked into place.
That was my backyard!
Holy shit!
There was only one woman who lived at my house, which meant the thick, juicy ass clapping so obscenely on screen belonged to my own mom.
My stomach flipped hard as the realization sank in, a twisted mix of shock and unwanted heat flooding through me.
“Where the hell did you get this?” I demanded.
“Matt, what are you talking about?” Kevin blinked, genuinely confused. “Your mom’s been on Reddit for almost a year now. I just assumed you knew but felt uncomfortable talking about it; that’s why I never brought it up.”
A storm of emotions crashed through me all at once. Shock, anger, betrayal, and a deep, unwanted surge of arousal that twisted violently in my gut. I was pissed my own mom would shamelessly expose herself to the entire world like some desperate slut.
Sure, I’d seen her in tiny bikinis by the pool plenty of times, and I’d definitely noticed how her tight yoga pants hugged every curve of her fat ass when she wore them around the house, but this? Seeing her completely naked, bent over and shaking her sexy ass on camera, those heavy cheeks clapping and rippling like she was begging to be fucked, completely broke something in my mind.
My face burned with humiliation and confusion as my cock throbbed traitorously in my pants. I hated how turned on I was and I hated her for it. Worst of all, I couldn’t look away.
Kevin swallowed hard, looking uncomfortable. “But there’s more you need to know, Matt.” He lowered his voice even further, almost whispering now, as if the whole campus might be eavesdropping.
“That clip of your mom is blowing up on this underground porn site called Mr. Majestic. It’s named after the guy who runs it because apparently his cock is— well, you know, fucking majestic. It’s huge! The kind that ruins women for anyone else.”
Kevin paused, studying my face, then continued. “He specializes in women with insane asses: Reddit girls, OnlyFans sluts, influencers. Once he gets them on his radar, he turns them into total anal sluts for his site.”
“Anyway,” Kevin continued, “his fans vote on the next ‘Flavor of the Month’ like some fucked-up popularity contest, and the guy always delivers. Always. Even if she’s married or has a boyfriend. Doesn’t matter to him.”
He leaned in a little closer.
“Mr. Majestic is obsessed with anal— rough, balls-deep, ass-destroying anal. And he always finishes the same way: buried to the hilt inside a girl’s ass followed by a thick creampie while he holds her cheeks apart. That’s his signature move.
I just stared at him trying to wrap my head around what he’s been telling me, but the shock kept my brain locked to a setting of ‘stupid’. I guess I just needed it spelled out for me.
“What the fuck are you even saying?” Kevin looked miserable, like he hated every word coming out of his mouth.
“The fans just voted your mom, under her Reddit handle, ‘SweetCakes’, she won. She’s the next Flavor of the Month.”
He swallowed thickly. “People are already betting on how long it’ll take Mr. Majestic to completely conquer her. Some are saying a week, others think he’ll have her ruined in days. Honestly, I don’t know how he does it, but there are rumors: some say he’s connected, like mobbed-up. Others claim he blackmails them, or slips them ecstasy to break their resistance. A few think the women secretly crave it. But the truth is, dude, he has a 100% success rate. No one has ever said no and actually walked away. Not one.”
My face burned hot with humiliation. Rage boiled inside me, at Mom for posting that slutty video in the first place, at Kevin for showing it to me, and at this sick, twisted corner of the internet that was now drooling over my own mother’s fat ass. My stomach twisted again, but no matter how hard I tried to deny it, my cock was still half-hard, stubbornly throbbing in my pants from the memory of those heavy cheeks clapping on screen.
“This is bullshit,” I muttered. “Mom wouldn’t ... she wouldn’t do that.” Kevin shrugged helplessly, looking genuinely sorry.
“I didn’t believe it either at first. But there’s another video of your mom in her bedroom. She pulls her thong down just enough to let her ass spill out, then starts twerking. She bends over, reaches back, and spreads her thick cheeks wide open, showing off both her tight little holes to the camera.”
He paused, almost wincing. “Mr. Majestic is already using part of that clip as the teaser trailer on his site. It’s the classic ‘before’ shot he always posts to hype the vote. She fits his type perfectly — huge, juicy ass, cute geeky vibe, already teasing online like she’s begging for it. The fans are fucking losing their minds over her.”
I felt like punching something. My fists clenched tight at my sides.
Did Dad know? No fucking chance. He’d completely lose his shit if he ever saw his “loving wife” shaking her naked ass for the entire internet like a cheap whore.
Part of me wanted to text him right now and warn him, but another, darker part of me couldn’t stop picturing it; Mom bent over showing off her holes to strangers for their viewing pleasure as they jerked off.
“One more thing, Matt, you gotta make sure your mom never sets foot on this campus.”
He exhaled sharply. “She’s got a huge following here. One of her most popular videos is her wearing our university jersey while shaking her naked ass. It was obviously yours, too big on her, but fuck, it only made her look sexier. They pass her clips around like trading cards, jerking off to her fat ass between classes”. Kevin searched my face before continuing.
“And a few weeks ago, she started posting full face pics. No more hiding behind angles or crops. Just her cute, innocent face right next to that massive, spread-open ass.”
Kevin looked me dead in the eye. “If she shows up for a Parents’ Weekend or just to visit you, someone will recognize her in two seconds flat.”
My throat went dry. The thought of Mom showing up here, walking across campus surrounded by dozens of guys who had jerked off countless times to her round ass, pissed me off to no end.
“Fuck...” I muttered.
“She wouldn’t come here anyway; she knows I’m busy with school,” I added quickly, trying to convince myself more than him.
Kevin shook his head. “That’s not even the worst part. I was in the gym yesterday, and I overheard some of the guys from the football team, those big linemen from the O-line. They were talking about your mom. They were saying how they’d gangbang her if they ever got the chance. How they’d take turns wrecking her ass, leave her gaping and dripping, make her walk funny for days, and laughing about it like it was nothing. One of them said he’d ‘ruin that geeky MILF so bad she’d beg for more.”
My hands shook. Picturing it, those meatheads piling on her, her cheeks spread wide, each one pounding away. I couldn’t believe my erection was throbbing painfully in my pants. “I’d fucking kill them.”
Kevin nodded slowly. He knew about my background in Kenpo and had seen me in action before, one time saving his sorry ass.
“I know, man. That’s why I’m telling you. Keep her far away from here. And watch your back. These guys are animals.” I couldn’t deal with this shit right now since I had a class to get to so I tapped fists with Kevin and went on my way.
For the rest of the afternoon, I just thought about what Kevin told me to the point where I tuned out all my professors for the day. I knew my mom had a great ass but I never suspected thousands would know about it too.
Kevin had a theory about why Mom’s channel took off so fast. He said there were three famous Redditors who practically owned the site because of their killer asses. Being a fan of them for over a year, he was convinced what put Mom on another level was simple: she had the best features of all three combined into something that stopped people mid-scroll.
He claimed she had Sweetgabbie’s massive, pillow-soft cheeks, so thick and heavy they looked like they could smother a man if he buried his face between them. Even when she stood still, those fat globes of ass meat had a hypnotic jiggle, the flesh gently quivering with every breath like it was begging to be grabbed and spread.
She also had cutefruit18’s incredible bottom-heavy, low-hanging cheeks that would clap together with a wet, meaty sound and ripple in slow waves every time something slammed into them. The crease that separated her ass from her upper accentuated the mouth-watering overhang that made men want to sink their teeth into it.
And lastly, she possessed cutegeekie’s smooth, perfectly heart-shaped ass; the kind that sat high and round yet still managed to jiggle deliciously when she did that signature little bunny hop. That deceptive “innocent girl-next-door” face paired with a body built for pure, filthy sin made the whole package even more dangerous.
That unholy mix made Mom’s ass pure fucking trouble. No wonder she was blowing up online.
After my last class I went straight home to confront her. I wasn’t looking forward to it but a part of me wanted to end this shit before it got out of hand.
Furious doesn’t come close to describing how I felt when I found my mom sitting on the couch watching TV.
“Hi honey, how was sch—.”
My fist smashed through the 55” 4K TV in one clean shot. The screen cracked, sparks flew, and then it all went black. It felt really good to destroy something, and with all the adrenaline pumping through my system, I barely felt the sting in my knuckles. Even better was seeing the shock on my mother’s face.
“Now I’m going to have to drop out of school because of you,” I shouted, already moving down the hall. The bedroom door hit the frame hard enough to rattle the walls.
Not ten minutes later came the soft knock. “Matt ... please. We need to talk.” I’d calmed down some, not enough, but enough to listen. I unlocked the door, walked back to the bed, and sat down. Took a breath and waited.
She slowly opened the door and peeked in. Her eyes were red and a little swollen. Even so, my mom was still beautiful, the kind of natural beauty that didn’t need makeup, though she wore a little anyway out of habit.
Her hair was a light brown that picked up red tints in the sun. Her skin was pale and clear, the kind that made people guess her age wrong by decades. And her hazel eyes had a way of holding your attention longer than you expected, most men never quite recovered from them.
But of course, growing up around her, it was hard not to be aware of her sexy, round ass. I had all my friends remind me of that fact when they came over to hang out. They’d tease me and tell me what they’d do to her if they had half a chance, usually something to do with fucking her doggystyle or anal.
“Why?” I needed to know what had started all of it. Everyone seemed to know a side of my mom that her own son didn’t; complete strangers had been given access to her for almost a year while I had my face buried in textbooks, oblivious. My dad too, maybe. I wasn’t sure anymore. But I was done being the last to know. Not anymore.
“I never wanted to keep this from you, Matt. It’s just that...” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “Your father got demoted. For drinking on the job. His new salary is lower and it’s become harder to keep up with your tuition. On top of the mortgage and the other bills.”
She went quiet for a moment, her eyes searching my face for any sign of understanding. “I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner.”
I looked up, surprised. “You mean he’s the reason you’ve been posting on Reddit?” She nodded slowly, and looked the other way, not meeting my eyes.
“And...” she whispered, “OnlyFans.”
I went very still. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. OnlyFans was where women fuck themselves on camera for strangers. Where they spread their asses to show off their gaping holes for tips.
“Look, I’m your mother, but I’m also a woman,” she said, voice steady but eyes glistening. “I’ve known for most of my adult life what my ass does to people. I see the effect it has on men, even boys.” A faint smirk crossed her face. It was quick, but it stung.
She knew. She knew I’d stared. She probably knew my friends had teased me about it. Shit, I couldn’t help it.
My ears burned. I dropped my gaze and found a random spot on the floor, fixing on it just to avoid her eyes.
She stepped closer, her voice softer now. “I thought if I controlled it, posted on my terms, made some money on the side, I could help with the bills. Your dad’s demotion hit us hard. Your tuition was due. I started small ... photos and cosplay stuff. Then the subscribers wanted more. And more.” She paused. “It paid better than I expected. But it still wasn’t enough.”
I didn’t want to ask. But not knowing was worse. “Did you go full porn?”
She looked away for a moment and sighed. “No. Not yet. I thought about bringing your father in — doing some scenes together. But he’s let himself go.” She paused. “And honestly, even if he hadn’t ... he doesn’t measure up. Not in the ways that keep subscribers coming back.”
Her eyes returned to mine and held my gaze. “To make good money, I need the whole fantasy on screen: tight abs, stamina ... and a cock that looks impressive enough to make people pay to watch it disappear.”
I wasn’t prepared for how easily she’d dismissed Dad. It made their marriage feel like something already halfway over. And the way she said ‘disappear’ so matter of fact, no hesitation. It was like a different side of her surfaced for just a second before she caught herself and remembered who she was talking to.
Mom stood there with her arms wrapped tight around herself, like she was shielding something she’d never meant to share. I studied her face. It had taken everything for her to admit this much. I could see that clearly.
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something felt off. She was holding something back, I could sense it, and that bothered me more than I expected.
“Okay, I get why you’re doing it,” I said. “But people at school are going to figure out you’re my mom. And when they start running their mouths...”
I left it unsaid. Mom knew about my anger issues growing up; it was why Dad had enrolled me in the local Kenpo school five years back. I’d gotten a handle on it since then. But this thing with Mom was something else entirely. It was pushing me somewhere I didn’t want to go.
“Listen, I don’t want you getting into any fights over me,” she said. “I’ll shut down my Reddit and OnlyFans if that’ll help.”
I didn’t respond right away. Just sat there with it, turning it over. After a moment I nodded and stood up. Pulled her into a hug. She held on a little longer than usual, and I let her. When she pulled back her lips brushed my cheek, the way she used to when I was a kid. I watched her go, eyes lingering on the sway of her ass before I caught myself. Shaking my head, I went back to my computer to work on a school assignment.
When I finally finished my paper, I decided to call it quits and head to bed. But something had been gnawing at the back of my mind ever since Kevin dropped that bomb on me. I’d only seen three of her videos so far, yet he said there was nearly a full year’s worth of content. What the hell else had she been doing on camera? I needed to know.
I reopened the link Kevin sent me and went to her Reddit page. I tapped on “Posts,” and the very first image stopped me cold.
Mom was standing in front of her mirror, completely naked, holding up a large white sign in front of her chest. It was bigger than a standard sheet of paper. On it she had neatly written her screen name in bold black marker, with the exact month, day, and year written underneath — a verification photo.
The next video was where the real action began.
Mom was in her bedroom, right at the foot of her bed, squatting low over a thick, black dildo suctioned to the floor. A white towel was spread beneath her. With both hands planted firmly on the floor for balance, she aggressively posted up and down, fucking herself hard on the massive toy.
She was taking every inch deep into her soaked twat, pulling up until just the fat head stretched her lips before slamming back down, leaving a shiny, frothy white ring of her creamy girl juice coating the entire shaft. She was going at it fast and relentless, mostly fast, her sexy ass bouncing and clapping merrily with every drop. Her beautiful pink pucker winked and flexed right above her stretched pussy, as if promising even greater delights, captivating me more than the sight of the thick dildo disappearing inside her.
Shit ... What the hell am I supposed to think of that?
Yeah, Mom was undeniably hot. A fucking mature goddess riding that dildo like a pro. But I was her son. I shouldn’t even be thinking about her like this. Normally I wouldn’t ... but it was impossible to ignore the sight of my own mother in full slut mode, her chunky ass bouncing and clapping while her tight pink holes were on full display.
Damn. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.
The next video showed Mom walking slowly through the house, the camera positioned behind her in a perfect selfie-style shot that captured every movement of her luscious, round ass.
With each step her massive cheeks rolled and swayed like thick, heavy balls of dough; the soft flesh bulging outward at the top of each cheek before settling with a deep, hypnotic bounce at the bottom. The way they jiggled and collided sent visible ripples across her smooth skin.
I watched, mesmerized, as her big, juicy ass bounced and wobbled with every forward step. My mouth flooded with saliva. I had to swallow hard, again and again, just to keep from drooling all over my phone.
She casually strolled out into the backyard, her ass still bouncing and swaying for the camera in broad daylight, before turning around and coming back inside. She must have filmed this while I was at school.
I wasn’t reading the titles of her videos so I decided to read the next one: “So nice to be worshipped”.
In this video, Mom was sitting full-weight on a young guy’s face, slowly grinding her big ass all over him. Her thick cheeks completely smothered his mouth and nose, spreading wide as she rolled her hips in deep, lazy circles. The poor guy was holding onto her soft, plush hips for dear life, frantically licking and kissing every inch he could reach. Wet, sloppy sounds of his desperate tongue came through loud and clear.
It took me a few seconds to recognize his face between her moving cheeks. When I finally did, hot anger flooded my veins. It was Ryan. That creepy next-door neighbor’s son I’d hated for years. Of course she picked him. He’d been eye-fucking Mom since puberty. He didn’t need any convincing. He would’ve sold his soul for this.
At this point in the video, Ryan had worked his tongue deep into her tight, pink asshole, eagerly tongue-fucking her puckered hole with hungry, wet thrusts. I could hear the slurping sounds as he pushed inside her, tasting her most forbidden spot. He pulled back only to greedily bite and slobber all over the heavy, juicy swells of her cheeks, leaving shiny trails of spit glistening on her skin.
He looked like he was in absolute heaven, moaning and whimpering into her ass like a pathetic little shit. I bet she sucked him off as payment afterwards.
How the fuck could I have been so blind to all of this?
I watched a few more videos, but it was getting really late and I had an early morning class. Reluctantly, I shut everything down and climbed into bed.
Sleep didn’t come easily that night.
My mind was a chaotic storm. What the fuck is wrong with me? I thought, staring at the ceiling. She’s your mother. You shouldn’t have watched any of that. You definitely shouldn’t have gotten hard over it. Guilt twisted in my gut like a knife, hot and sharp. I felt disgusting for how turned on I’d been, for how much I’d enjoyed seeing my own mom act like a total whore.
Yet no matter how hard I tried to push the images away, they kept flashing behind my eyes ... her fat ass bouncing, her pink holes on full display, the way she moaned for the camera.
The damage she’d done felt irreversible, and the worst part was how hard my cock still was under the sheets.
The next day over breakfast, she mentioned a conference out of town— two days, maybe three. I didn’t think much of it. Told her dad and I could fend for ourselves.
Speaking of Dad, I’d been running into him here and there around the house. He was always drunk. On the second night Mom was gone, I took a break from homework and headed to the kitchen for a drink. I found him passed out on the couch, mumbling to himself. I froze when the words came clear:
“Zoe ... you whore. Why’d you fuck my boss and his son? Spit-roasted slut...”
I stood frozen. Was this the reason he’d drowned himself in drink? Had Mom broken this man, humiliated him, and buried it so deep even I never suspected? Just like she was still hiding something now. I went very still, the sick logic of it settling over me. Everything was starting to make a terrible kind of sense. I draped a blanket over him, shut off the lights, and went to bed.
School got hectic over the next few days and I forgot to check whether Mom had actually closed her accounts. When Friday rolled around, I decided to eat lunch out at the quad. It was a nice day and I needed space to think. I sat at the base of a big oak tree with a sandwich when I saw Kevin coming across the grass. His usual easy grin was nowhere on his face. I knew before he even opened his mouth that it had something to do with my mom. Something dropped in my stomach.
“Bro, just put me out of my misery and spill it!” I snapped.
Keith handed me his phone and said, “She actually went through with it. Mr. Majestic fucked her.” He had the video queued ready for me to play. It was a trailer: SweetCakes OWNED’. I stared, stunned. I couldn’t believe this shit. She lied to my face and did this behind my back.
My phone pinged before I could even press play.
Mom: Leaving the bursar’s office now. Meet me outside? Need you to protect me. 😉
I tossed the sandwich and was on my feet before I’d finished reading it.
“My mom’s here. Over by the bursar’s. You coming?”
“Oh yeah,” Kevin said, way too eager about it. I shook my head as we cut across campus in three minutes flat.
I spotted Mom near the entrance talking to two football players, the kind with reputations for banging anything that moves. She waved when she saw me, then turned straight back to them, smiling like it was nothing. No fear, no discomfort. If anything, she was eating up the attention. I noticed she’d worn those damn yoga pants, the ones that left nothing to the imagination. Of course she had.
As I got closer, I could hear them inviting her to an upcoming frat party. “You’ll be the life of the party,” Bonehead 1 promised, grinning like he’d already won something.
“Yeah, other girls won’t come close to your beauty” said Bonehead 2.
“Hmm, I don’t know guys. I’ll have to think about it.” She gave them her sweetest smile while they made no effort to hide where their eyes were going. Then she glanced at me and smirked — not the warm kind. It was a clear, deliberate look that said, don’t you dare. That alone was enough to push me over the edge.
“Let’s go,” I barked, louder than I intended. Both boneheads turned, faces twisting into scowls because I’d just killed their game. I could feel my pulse climbing. I was getting seriously pissed and doing a poor job hiding it.
One of them broke off and stepped into my face. “Take off, ass-wipe, if you know what’s good for you.” His finger came up to jab my chest and I snatched his hand before it landed, dropped into an inside wrist lock, and took him straight to his knees. He grunted, face going red, the humiliation hitting him almost as hard as the pain.
His buddy shoved Mom behind him like he was her personal bodyguard and stepped forward, chest out. He had no idea who I was, just some deranged fanboy trying to get at SweetCakes, as far as he was concerned.
I glanced at Mom. I noticed her nostrils flare and her eyes light up like a Christmas tree; it was obvious the slut was soaking it all up. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she was actually wet watching us fight over her.
Don’t worry, slut mommy, I thought. I’ve got plans for you.
I bent down and kept my voice low. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to walk away with my mom, and you and your teammate are going to step aside and not cause any problems.” I added a little more pressure to his wrist, just enough to make the point.
“Yeah, I got it.” I released his wrist and stepped back, weight balanced, eyes on both of them. You never turn your back after something like that. Too many people wait for exactly that moment.
He got up slowly, rubbing his wrist and stared at Mom. “This asshole’s your son?” Mom smirked and gave a small shrug, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t entirely sorry about. His teammate stood there scanning my face, still trying to work out how the afternoon had gotten away from them so completely.
Bonehead 1 jerked his head sideways. “Fuck this. Let’s get out of here.” They left without another word. I stood there with Mom, the quad suddenly quiet again. Then I remembered Kevin. He was off to the side, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes wide, having watched the whole thing unfold like he’d bought a front row ticket.
Mom hurried over and pressed her palms against my chest. “Oh honey, I wanted to surprise you. I just paid off your entire tuition. Isn’t that great?”
“And where did you get the money to do that?”
The guilt on her face answered before she could. She looked down, dodging my stare. I’d had enough. I took her left hand and pulled her along, and glanced back at Kevin.
“See you Monday. Thanks for the heads up.” He didn’t respond. His eyes were glued to her ass. I noted that. I might owe him a favor before this was all over.
Once we reached her car we got in. She started immediately. “Honey, I—”
“Shut the fuck up, Mom!”
She saw something in my eyes and went quiet. I pulled out my phone, found the trailer on Mr. Majestic’s site without much trouble, and cranked the volume. I let it fill the car. She had nowhere to escape.
Black screen. Flashy white text: “SweetCakes OWNED.”
The action began with Mr. Majestic and Mom trying to devour each other’s faces with the most sloppy, passionate kiss, neither of them coming up for air, neither backing down.
Next scene had my Mom on her knees gagging on his fat dick as he brutally fucked her pretty face, his heavy cum-filled balls bouncing off her chin. Then they went straight to missionary, his dick stretching her pussy lips out on every pull-back, then slamming in deep. His veiny shaft coated in her mature pussy cream.
Finally, Mom on her hands and knees moaning like a slut as Majestic relentlessly plowed her ass like a two-bit whore. From this angle I finally saw what made her ass so special. Those beautiful cheeks were sculpted into a perfectly round heart shape. Her skin looked smooth and flawless, completely free of any marks or dimples. Every brutal thrust made those thick globes of feminine flesh bounce and clap against Majestic’s hips with a steady, hypnotic motion.
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