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My Son 's Christmas present

A Mother 's Desires Series



It 's been three yr since the bombs dropped. That night my hubby woke us and rush along us into our backyard bomb shelter. I remember the sky was Orange River on the sensible horizon all around us as we ran through the wet weed to the threshold of the tax shelter. I grabbed my son and ran in, a spirit of safety washing over me. My married man called out that he would be back in an 60 minutes, he needed to get something. `` You son of a kick ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew replete well the `` something '' he had to get was my young sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not have made it to my female parent 's business firm because he never came back. He locked the door from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless someone finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My husband had finished the shelter and stocked it with enough solid food to go a hundred years, guns and ammunition, furniture and used it as storage for our Christmas decorations. But former than that we had cipher. No TVs, no computers, no movie, no secret plan, nothing. So, for the shoemaker's last three years my son and I have been in this bomb tax shelter with absolutely nothing to do. Three Christmas 's with no nowadays, three natal day with no cake, three fucking age with goose egg ! It has been very hard to watch over my son suffer over the years. He feels abandoned by his father, and he is so repressed with emotion and endocrine that I 'm afraid he will explode soon. We are coming up on our one-quarter Christmas Day in the protection, and I am determined to make this Christmas Charles Frederick Worth something for my son. I do n't live how, but this year my son will have a present under that stupid plastic tree, I have stared at for three years !

'' Mom, it 's so hot in here ! I 'm going to die ! '' he-goat said wiping travail off his face.

'' I know sweetheart, mommy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the floor, sweat running down his dead body. `` consume your Santa hat off dear, that will cool you off. If you have to, strip down to your underclothing like mammy. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panties. The heat was so tyrannical, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to prompt ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his sleeve and legs out in a motion of defeat. I decided to change the field of study. One more Bible about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you ready for Christmas tomorrow morning lamb ? '' I said, not expecting the answer I got.

'' Fuck Christmas ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! watch your language young man ! '' I growled back. He paid my objection no mind and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmastime sucks ! zilch ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heat just like every former day. God, I ca n't stop sweating ! '' He finished, wiping elbow grease off his frontal bone and flinging it off his hands towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know dear, I ca n't block sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a free titty show I mused.

'' That 's okay mom, I like it when you sweat. ''

'' What ? '' I spit out in impact cutting him off. `` You like it when I sweat ? '' He looked at me eagerly.

'' Yeah, when ever you are in the living room sweating, this feel fills the air. I do n't bonk why, but it smells really adept to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and panties, both were soaked in exertion, but my step-in were drenched, and I immediately knew what smell he was talking about. Embarrassed I stammered on.

'' I 'm sorry sweetheart, I know mommy is ill-smelling down there. I will try not to smell so a good deal, baby, I 'm deplorable. '' He looked at me with confusion on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the flavor. I wish I could smack it all the time. I wish I could smell out it closer. '' I could n't believe my ears, he wants to smell it near ? With a aspect of impact and horror on my face I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to reek it penny-pinching ? What do you mean dear ? '' I said looking at the floor, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He did n't hesitate to answer, almost bore to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell it closer, like beat my cheek up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a loss for tidings. After a minute of silence, looking down at my legs, I worked up the courageousness to verbalize again.

'' babe ? You do know that the feeling you are talking about is coming from mommy 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That smell is a dirty olfactory perception. It 's not beneficial. multitude get smelly down there, both missy and male child. Siamese why we need to wash down there often. '' It was hard to stick unobjectionable in the shelter. I did n't know how often water supply we had, so I made the decisiveness that we would only take sponge baths. It meant never feeling shower wise, but I would favour that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his dress were drenched in travail too. My memory was then jogged of a familiar smelling in the air on hot days. A pleasant smelling, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my brain. That smell was my son 's trunk odor, the smell of my son 's dick. I choked, almost throwing up pane in my mouth. I ca n't believe it ! I am attracted to the sense of smell of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the smell of my sordid pussy !

'' I know that mom. I still like the scent, I ca n't help it. It makes me feel these Weird feelings. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could hold fast my look in it right now ! '' He cut in as my head was spinning from the revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to close this down immediately. I could not have my son lusting after the sense of smell of my stinky cunt !

'' Billy ! Do you understand what you just said ? You want to perplex your typeface in your female parent 's genitalia ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His cheeks turned red as ira shot across his face.

'' I hate it here ! '' He screamed, `` I never get anything here, the one thing I tell you I want, you yell at me for ! '' I knew I had to do something to calm him down, he is ready to explode and I just lit the fuse.

'' No baby, Mommy 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is wrong, I 'm just saying it 's unusual for a boy to desire to do that to his mother. '' There, that should quieten him down, concluding thing I want is for him to fly off the handle. Last time it happened he was so aggressive I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smell you ? '' He said with a big smile on his brass. `` pin my face in your genitals and olfactory property for as farseeing as I want ? '' Shock came over me. I ca n't think this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to have to handle this delicately.

'' No infant, that 's not what I Said ''

'' You liar ! You are a Liar ! I hate you ! '' He interrupted.

'' Baby no ! mama did n't say you ca n't do it, please calm down, you do n't want to get yourself upset on Noel Eve. '' He started to lull down to my ministration. But now I have a John Roy Major problem. I am pretty sure my son is about to gravel his case in my crotch and smell my dirty cunt and asshole. He slowly got up and started to take the air towards me. My nub started beating faster, I could feel the origin rushing to my face as my ears began to ring and a hot flash rolled over my consistence. He stood right in strawman of me now. I looked up at his look and could see unrelenting determination. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my legs and lifted my feet up onto the border of the couch in meekness, exposing my white scanty now almost see through from the drenching sweat. My kitty-cat was clearly outlined and my panties were wedged up between my ass brass exposing one cheek to a greater extent than the other, leaving an indentation of my asshole.

He dropped to his knee joint and looked at my crotch with crush. I turned my head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nose was an column inch from my crotch, right between my snatch and asshole. He made loudly inhaling sounds as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my pussy again and the precis seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized blood was rushing to my private region and engorging my pussy sass. I was so shock and frightened I did n't feel anything.

Without warning my son slammed his case into my genitalia, his nose burying itself an inch into my pussy gob, my pantie straining to retain him out. I jumped as a electric shock wave of spirit erupted through my eubstance like an explosion. My head slammed back against the frame pull my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my tit. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half inch in length. This was unbelievable, my tit have never been this grueling. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jerking of physical touch shot through my organic structure. I looked down at my son again, his head and nose moving up and down furiously from my pussy to my asshole. He started going a little gamey each time and then I felt it.

virtuoso erupted in my eyes, my capitulum rang and my head buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's nose had hit my clit, and if he did it again, I was going to orgasm whether I liked it or not. Before I could make a movement to stop him, he slid back up to my clit, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my crotch like a thousand atomic bomb. My pussy pickle tightened, my ass hole throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquidity spraying out of my snatch as my head slammed back into the couch. I was falling backwards, the room was spinning, I felt as though I would faint but slowly I was pulled back from the brink.

As I regained consciousness, I noticed the rubbing in my crotch had stopped. I looked up and Billy was standing in front of me covered in purulent juice and grool. A traumatise look on his face, oral fissure open and speechless.

'' Are you okay indulge ? '' I asked looking at him in headache. I do n't bang why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A mother 's dear I suppose.

'' Yeah Mom, Are you okay ? You started shaking violently and then I think you peed on me. '' He answered wiping liquid off his chest.

'' Oh ! I 'm sad baby. Do n't worry, mommy is fine. That was n't pee sister, I promise. It 's what girls do if you do thing like stick your face in their crotch. It was n't a bad thing, I promise. '' My Son looked at me like he wanted more. So, I quickly asked, `` Are you well-chosen now ? Did you get what you wanted ? Do you experience better ? '' He started to lower himself to his knee inching forward.

'' Yes and no. I want more than now. '' He said. I immediately shut my branch like a bear trap.

'' I 'm sorry baby, once is enough for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Christmas and Santa Claus is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for right male child who go to slumber on time. '' I hoped to God he would take that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

'' Oh, horseshit Mom ! There is no Santa, and I 'm not getting anything tomorrow ! There is zero here for me to get ! '' Dammit Carla ! Do n't get him angry again, get him to bed ! I thought frantically.

'' Billy I promise, you will take a submit under the tree diagram tomorrow daybreak, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God help me, I prayed. If I ca n't get him to bed soon, this night is going to end badly for me.

'' You promise mom ? '' baton said with a smile appearing on his face. embossment washed over me.

'' I promise Billy. '' I said as emotional and enthusiastically as I could muster.

'' Thanks mom ! respectable night. '' Billy exclaimed as he swooped in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I tried not to reverberate in fear and disgust.

'' near night baby, sweet ambition. '' I said, moving in to snog him back. As I neared his boldness he moved his back talk towards mine and I felt moisture break out onto my sass as his lingua tried to get into. I clasped my backtalk tight and braced for his anger at my refusal, but none came. The feel of my pussy filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my facial expression. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my eyes and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his elbow room and shut his door.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no demonstrate for him and lupus erythematosus than eight hours to think of something. I started screaming in my school principal. I walked to the Christmas tree and fell on my knees in despair. I was terrified about not having something under that tree for my son when he woke up in the morning. Terrified of his wrath, that will come from it.

'' God help me. What am I going to put under this Christmas tree ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far side of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only thing I can give him, I thought to myself with a helpless chuckle. He 'd wish that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitching in my kitty-cat, and thoughts of my son taking me right here under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree filled my head. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too late. I felt wetness building in my pantie as icon of my son 's stopcock sliding in and out of me danced in my promontory like sugar plums. My pussy started to ache and I could feel my clitoris getting hard. I bit my lip and skid my bridge player into my soaked pantie as I layed back under the tree. The sexual climax my son had given me, left me wanting more. As my horniness increased, it took over my nous, blocking all rational thought. My finger hit my clit as it moved down to my pussycat hole, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's spit licking my clitoris. I pictured his foreland in between my wooden leg again, smelling and licking. I pulled my hand out of my scanty and a large strand of pussy juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you want to smell mamma 's pussy juice infant ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my pegleg right then and there. I shoved my hand back into my panty as my clitoris screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a broadside motion. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching sexual climax. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clit was n't going to take me over the sharpness. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my the right way nipple and squeezed. Bright headliner erupted before my middle as my orgasm rushed through my dead body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the ecstasy, all the while dreaming of my son 's rooster plunging in and out of me. Shangri-la slowly faded, and while my snatch felt satisfied, a shameful impression took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal lieu regretting what I had just done. After a few minutes of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my kitty-cat twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my Logos prick has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's turncock ! I knew my pussy would n't be satisfied without a proper hammer but there were no dildos in the bomb shelter. The only affair I could find over the year to stick by in my pussycat was the handle of a gaoler driver which was small and toilsome as Inferno. My pussy twitched again, reminding me that there was one soft rod I could ride. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my head. Slowly I started to prune the situation as an excuse to get what my slit wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world has ended. We have n't seen anyone for years. He 's getting out of hand. He will probably end up raping me anyway. It 's only inevitable that this happens. '' I said aloud, laying on my back and looking up at the roof. Besides, I thought. We could be the concluding two people on earth. Who am I to deny my son the joy of knowing a fair sex ? Who am I to refuse my cunt the pounding its beggary for ? The very portion of the homo raceway could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be fantastic ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would chip in both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmas present tomorrow morning. The comfortably Christmas Day deliver any boy could get. pussycat. well, and maybe a little sucking too. I thought as I felt another undertone in my pussy while licking my rim, hungry for cock .