Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum Bucket

I have wanted to have sex my son for a spell, ever since he graduated high school this year and really buffet up over the summer working construction.

It was then, one random day, while he was in swimming trunks to go for a dip in the puddle that I noticed that my son had turned into a man.

In fact, my son had grown into a very bountiful man, a practical replica of his departed father ( who died serving his body politic two geezerhood ago ).

I did n't only want to fuck my son, no, I wanted to be his slavish fuck toy.

When I first had these feelings, I went online. get-go I read a lot of erotic stories of moms seducing son, of sons seducing mummy or, even better, son dominating mamma. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my fantasy have always revolved around utter submission.

The more I read, the to a greater extent scheme I got. And although I knew these were just fantasies and likely mostly written by men, some were written by females, some read by females and thus I was n't the only one.

It took some doing, but I also found internet site that had women talking frankly, and although I did n't join, I read the many remark and was both surprised and excited to memorize that incest was much More park than one would assume.

Although the approximation of fucking my son made my kitty purr, I had no design of doing anything about it.

Then one fateful early morning, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up Call triggered the shift from fantasy to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hallway to the lav when I heard my son question, rather loudly, `` ready to suck my cock, slut ? ``

Hearing my son 's articulation, sounding like his begetter 's, and saying words similar to what his father would say to me back when he was alive had me freeze in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth ? '' A articulation questioned ... a voice I recognized instantly. It was Mrs Young, his girlfriend 's mother and a nail kick who lived across the street from me.

'' She 's a phone sleeper. Plus, you did n't seem concerned about my female parent when you texted me begging for my cock. ``

'' I needed your big pecker in me, '' she purred, before she added, `` I thought we would be fucking in the service department as we usually do. ``

'' Did n't your small dicked husband satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his voice so steady and authoritative.

'' You know his midget dick ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the husband she always raved about at our hebdomadal women 's night.

'' I guess I have widened that old slit of yours and gaped your ass so much you probably do n't even sense his needle dick, '' my son continued, ridiculing the husband.

I could n't believe Mrs Goody-Goody, Mrs. Gossip Queen, Mrs. puritan was not only in my son 's way, not only will to be his loose woman, but also took it in the ass.

Instantly, my long neglected back room access was calling me as I remembered getting ass reamed by my husband regularly back when he was alive.

She laughed, belittling her husband, `` I need a real man, with a rattling dick. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my household, and on your knees eager to take in my dick with my mom in the next way ? '' He questioned, loving to humiliate ... just like his beginner ... always pushing the submissive to the extreme of submission.

My bridge player went to my tingling cunt as I moved closer to the slightly open threshold. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this.

'' I ca n't defy you, '' she answered.

'' What ca n't you resist ? '' My son asked, as I reached the door.

'' Being your cum bucket, '' she answered, sounding like a complete slut.

I could n't help but smirk. The most pretentious womanhood in our neighbourhood. A mother of two, head of the community council and choir loss leader at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

'' And why are you here now ? '' My son asked.

'' To lactate your cock, get fucked like the dirty whore I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teen slut or a porn star than a happily married mother of two.

Just as I peeked in the open crack accidentally left capable for me, I heard the slobbering auditory sensation of rasping face fucking ... something my married man often used to do to me, something I loved ... being used for the joy of another.

Somehow they were positioned perfectly for me to get a groovy looking at at an almost naked Jemma Cy Young, in naught but thigh senior high school stockings, and her boldness full of cock.

Seeing the thigh senior high surprised me for a couple of reasons.

One : I did n't fathom Mrs. Young as a womanhood who would tire such sexy stockings ... she seemed more a pantyhose type of woman.

Two : my husband had a nylon juju and made me wear thigh senior high, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past two yr since his tragic death.

Did my son have the same fetish ?

Then he pulled his dick out of her mouth.

'' Can you taste your daughter 's pussy on my prick ? '' He asked, as I stared at the massive cock.

My eyes went big.

My pussycat got damper.

His gumshoe was huge. Long and thick.

My mouth watered, as all my late night incest fantasies became more authentic.

I wanted that rooster in my mouth, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my long forgotten ass.

I wanted to be on my knees in forepart of that magnificent cock.

I wanted to be the slut that obeyed his every order.

I wanted to be his Mommy-slut.

'' I thought it tasted like her, '' she said, seeming to not be bothered to own just tasted her girl 's pussy juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly beneficial mommy was a cum bucketful for her boyfriend ? '' He asked.

'' I was your slut first, '' she pointed out with pride.

'' True enough, '' he laughed, before he ordered, `` Get on all fours on my bed, slut. ``

'' Yes, captain, '' she said, as she scurried on the bed like a slut in heat.

Hearing the Christian Bible 'Master'again shocked me. A term that was common between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would eff he was Master and I submissive. He got teased by his brother and kinsfolk that he was whipped, as I was pretty positive, seemingly libber, in public. But once the sleeping room door closed, the libber disappeared and a wanton dick slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

'' Did you pre-lube that fat slut hole of yours, ass slut ? '' My son asked, as he moved onto the bed.

'' As always, Master, '' she replied like the subservient she was. It made me smirk to see this pretentious cunt not only willingly coming over to get ass fucked, but also pre-lubing herself ... that was something I had never heard of before.

'' Good, '' he said, as he moved behind her and slammed his cock deep in her ass in one tough thrust.

'' Ohhhhh, shtup, '' she screamed and then covered her mouth.

'' You 're going to fire up up my mother, ass slut, '' he laughed, as he began fucking her ass hard.

'' Oh God, you 're so bad, '' she moaned, as she used the headboard to balance herself from the unsmooth ass fucking and to preclude it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the married cum bucket sneaking into a neighbour 's house to get ass fucked by her daughter 's fellow while her husband and kids are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to remind the kick just how big a whore she was.

'' I got to have that big cock of yours, '' she admitted.

'' In your once virgin asshole, '' He added.

'' Yes, '' she moaned, as she began bouncing back to meet his forward thrusts.

They fucked for a few minutes like this.

I rubbed myself the entire time ... although slowly because I did n't require to come.

Then, she did. She came from getting ass fucked by my son. She muffled her sounds in his pillow as her orgasm obviously hit, trying to keep off waking me up.

Then he asked, a couple of minutes later, `` Which is the cum bucket hole tonight, slut ? ``

'' I want to unsay it all, '' she answered without hesitation.

'' As you wish, cum bucket, '' he nodded, pulling out.

I watched as she quickly turned around and took the cock that was buried deep in her prick back in her mouth ... that was something I had never done.

My husband came in my ass, on my ass, on my knocker, but mostly he loved coating my face. I remember him saying how much of a turn on it was to see a sweet-smelling kindergarten teacher with her fount coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the dirty sluts ever suck a rooster that was just in their grass cakehole. ``

She moaned on his dick as she impressively took the stallion massive rod in her mouth. She looked like a smut whiz. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit hole'which somehow made it nastier and hotter.

I wanted to be that porn star ; I wanted to be sucking that made for porn cock.

Suddenly, he grunted, and declared, `` Here comes my cum, cum bucket. ``

She did n't slow down, apparently a rather impressive cock sucker, as he obviously deposited his load down her throat.

When he pulled out, he said, `` Could you imagine if the neighbourhood knew the verity, that you 're just a cum bucketful for big dick ? ``

'' If all the alone housewives knew you were packing nine column inch of rooster I doubt I would be the lonesome one texting you at 2am to be your cum bucket, '' she said, as she stroked his cock.

'Nine inch'I thought to myself, that 's a proficient two inches bigger than his don 's telling cock.

'' Maybe I should go door to door offering my services, '' he said.

'' No, I 'm your cum bucket, '' she protested playfully.

'' Well, your daughter is a two yap cum bucket and you are a three mess cum bucketful, '' he said.

'' I imagine you plan to commute that soon, '' the mother said.

'' That I do, '' he nodded. `` Now go back to your husband and tike, cum bucket. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' she replied, getting off the bed.

I moved to hide as she looked my way, just getting out of the way in time.

I hurried to my room, my need to pee replaced with my need to come.

I grabbed my hare from the side table, turned it on high and on my favourite beat, pulled my pj's and pantie down and slid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him boldness fucking me ; I imagined his cock slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his dick gaping my asshole ; I imagined being his unconditional fuck toy ... his cum bucket.

I came quickly and as I lay there in the afterglow of self-pleasure, I pondered how I could possibly put back his cum bucket.

... ..

It was December and I had decided his Christmas present was going to be a live-in cum bucket ... me !

I also wanted to test a few assumptions. The first gear being if he had a stock up voodoo like his father. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot fetish like his Father of the Church. King James loved extended nylon substructure task and could fare just from that and often did. He loved watching sports while I gave him long nylon-clad foot jobs. In these scenarios he either came on my feet and had me lick the cum off my feet ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would have me finish him with my back talk before usually coating my facial expression with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to have me save his cum on my face.

That made me recollect our honeymoon, when he shot his loading all over my face in the hotel before dinner and had me keep it on me while we went out for dinner. He then shot a second gear load on me in the bathroom of the restaurant before we went out dancing. A terminal load was shot back in the hotel way and I answered the door for room service in lingerie and a brass completely coated with cum. Such humiliation only enhanced my desire for complete submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could throw it again.

The next morning, well early Saturday good afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my robe, but with thigh high stockings. I was pretending to read the paper, my stocking-clad feet up on the mesa, the robe riding up heights enough that he could definitely see the top of my lacing top stockings.

William F. Cody walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. There was no doubt he was staring at my ramification. I pretended I did n't notice he was there as I feigned reading the newspaper. I even began to slowly move my left metrical foot over my correct leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the elbow room, he did n't actuate. I wished I could let seen his face, but I wanted to act as innocent as possible. I wanted to start the ribbing. I wanted him to get the melodic theme that his mother was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly plant the seed that his female parent would wee a great 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last long, maybe thirty seconds, before I decided the flirt was adequate and moved the paper down and, being an actress in high schooling went into full moon actress mood, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't hear you come down the stairs. ``

'' aurora, Mom, '' he said, breaking his eye impinging from my stage and looking at me.

'' It 's actually one in the afternoon, '' I pointed out, again acting like a mother.

'' Sorry, late Night, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

His face went whiten. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my legs off the table, noticing him watch. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. Young, I added, `` And I 'd prize it if you did n't fuck Brittany in the room beside me. ``

'' S-s-sorry, '' he said, clearly shocked by my frank language.

'' I mean, '' I said, standing up and walking directly in front of him, noticing the erect dick jabbing at his swither, `` you 're eighteen and an adult so I understand you have demand and I 'm trusted you and Breiz are fucking like bunny rabbit, but your mother has n't gotten any for two old age and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how farsighted it 's been. ``

He was speechless.

Before he could respond, I left the kitchen, loving the impact I had over him.

I went to the bathroom, got out of my second joint highs, into the shower and used the shower bath top dog for a different purpose as I imagined dropping to my knees, pulling out his stiff rooster and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my principal and fucking my face.

I imagined him bending me over the kitchen mesa and fucking my needy cunt.

I imagined him making me beg him to ream my shit hole.

I came hard in the cascade, almost falling to my knees.

I was n't ready yet to commit the ultimate taboo, I had to bonk he wanted it too. But, a architectural plan was beginning to organise in my mind.

I was going to give him the greatest Yuletide exhibit ever ... ME.

... ..

William Ashley Sunday at church, I stared at Jemma, still unable to fathom how she could be so pretentious, judging others. I wanted to take the air up to her and tell her I knew her dirty secret.

I wondered if she was wearing second joint senior high under her very conservative frock ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a ended submissive to men, I had, on function years ago, a few Lesbian face-off, including a few where I was in direction. Then it hit me. The perfect way to score my son was through the bitch.

When Christian church was over, I walked over to her when she was alone and asked, quietly, `` So you like taking my son 's pecker up your ass ? ``

Her smug grin disappeared instantly as her boldness went white.

'' You had a lot to say in my star sign at two in the aurora, '' I continued.

'' Elizabeth I, '' was all she could muster.

'' We 'll utter more, later, '' I promised, not sure how I planned to trifle this with her.

When I got home from Christian church, Cody was watching NFL football on the couch. I went to him, put my foot on the couch beside him, and asked, `` Could you please unwrap the buckle ? Mom 's back is killing her. ``

'' Um, sure, '' he said, glancing to my leg and the top of my lace top stockings.

'' You okay ? '' I asked, as he hesitated.

'' Um, yeah, just got distracted by the game, '' he lied, as he moved his hand to the small buckle.

It took him a bit to unbuckle the small strap with his big fingers, but eventually he did. I slid my invertebrate foot out and wiggled my toes right in straw man of him. I then switched feet and asked, `` Can you do this one too ? ``

'' Of class, Mom, '' he nodded, as I glanced at his privates which was saluting me secretly.

'' You 're such a sweetheart, '' I said.

He again took a lengthy look at my replete nylon-clad leg before unbuckling my strap.

Once it was off, I again wiggled my toes and watched as he stared at them. He was indeed a nylon foot fetish lusus naturae like his father.

decision making to advertize it further, I asked, `` My feet are killing me from wearing these heels. Would you be willing to give your old bag of a female parent a metrical unit massage ? ``

'' Sure, '' he nodded, before adding, `` and you 're hardly old, Mom. ``

'' Thanks beloved, '' I said, `` but I feel antediluvian. ``

'' Mom, you need to get back out in the geological dating world. It 's been two years, '' he said, his heart never leaving my legs.

I sat on the end of the lounge, flipped my legs up onto his lap, right on his crotch and said, `` Finding a proficient man is nearly out of the question. ``

He groaned, but covered well, as I felt his cock wince under my heel, `` But you have to at to the lowest degree try. ``

As he took my left foot in his paw, I said, `` Just the thought of it exhausts me. Plus, any man I dated I would compare to your father. He was one of a kind. ``

'' Yeah, he was, '' he nodded, the tone quickly shifting to sadness.

We were both mute for a couple of minutes while he massaged my pes. I noticed him take many quick glimpses up my legs. But I pretended to not notice. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Brittany grievous ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just champion with benefits ? '' I asked, a term I had learned recently.

'' Yeah, something like that, '' he said, smiling for the initiatory time.

'' I could use a friend with benefits situation, '' I sighed.

'' Mom ! '' he said, surprised by his usually conservative mother 's words.

'' What ? '' I asked, `` your Mom has needs too. ``

'' Oh my God, '' he said, `` I ca n't trust we are having this conversation. ``

'' It 's your fault, '' I accused.

'' How ? '' he asked, surprised I was blaming him.

'' Listening to you fuck your girl woke up my sleeping, '' I paused for the right word choice and dramatic effect, `` kitty. ``

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my human foot and checking out my legs.

'' It 's not what 's gotten into me, it 's what has n't, '' I quipped playfully.

He laughed, `` This is not a conversation I thought I would ever let. ``

Hinting at what I really wanted, I said, my foot ever so subtlety pushing down on his iron intemperate cock stuck in his knickers, `` Well, you 're the man of the mansion now, William Frederick Cody. ``

I could see his point spinning. I could tell he was wondering if my foot relocation was on purpose. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

I continued, `` Now that you 're eighteen and an adult, I do ask you to be the one in guardianship here sometimes. ``

'' Okay, '' he nodded, clearly confused by what I meant.

'' And that means listening to frank conversations with your mother, '' I finished, before adding, `` even if those conversations gross you out. ``

'' They do n't gross me out, '' he said. `` They just came out of the blue. ``

'' Well, so did you ass fucking your girlfriend in the room beside me, '' I quipped, as I moved my feet away and stood up.

He actually laughed.

'' What ? '' I asked, now standing up in social movement of him.

'' I have never heard you swear before this retiring duad of days other than 'shit'a couple of clip, '' he said.

'' Well, hearing you treat Brittany like a complete lady of pleasure made me actualize something, '' I said, letting my word of honor linger as I did n't stop the sentence.

'' What did it make you understand, Mom ? '' he asked, glancing down at my feet.

'' No, I 've said to a greater extent than I meant to, '' I said, starting to take the air away.

'' Mom, you ca n't say something like that and then leave, '' he protested, standing up too. `` You can say whatever you want to me. I am the man of the house. ``

The way he said'I am the man of the house'made my pussy chill. He sounded exactly like his father.

'' It 's just, '' I began, trying to bet shy and nervous, a hint at my submissive side.

'' Just tell me, '' he ordered.

'' You sounded just like your father, '' I finally revealed.

'' When ? '' he asked, confused.

'' When you were dominating Bretagne, '' I answered, looking down as if trying to deflect eye contact.

'' Oh, '' he said.

I continued, `` Your father was very demanding in the bedroom. I even still obey him now. ``

'' What ? '' he asked, as he was clearly processing the foreign revelations.

I did n't plan to let him know this yet, but I figured what the heck. `` I still wear nylons for him every day. ``

'' Oh, '' he asked, looking down at my stocking ramification and feet.

'' Your father insisted I wear nylon every day for him and I ... '' I paused again.

'' And what ? '' he asked, drawn into my conquest, completely unaware I was seducing him in an attempt to cause him exact restraint of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't want you to conceive LE of me, William F. Cody, '' I said, looking nervous and embarrassed. My geezerhood of acting in drama productions were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, zilch you say can induce me think less of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' wellspring, its, just, um, your father was my maestro, '' I blurted out.

'' Oh, '' he said, the new revealing marinating in his head.

'' And although neither you or anyone else saw it in our day to day lives, except that I always wore thigh highs or a garter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my conservative teacher attire, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial table, `` in the sleeping room he was the Master and I the obedient submissive. ``

'' I ca n't conceive it, '' he finally said.

Wanting to heap shock onto shock absorber, I added, `` So hearing you be dominant to Brittany, calling her names and pounding her arse, or what did you call it ? Shit cakehole ? Well, that brought back memories of your begetter using me as his three hole, his three golf hole, um ... ''

'' You 've said this much, Mom, '' he said, hanging on my every word.

'' His three hole cum bucket, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my head in my manus ... attempting to win an Oscar for best functioning in an incest seduction.

'' What 's wrong, Mom ? '' he asked, sitting down beside me and putting his hand on my leg.

'' You must think I 'm some variety of fucked-up hussy, '' I answered, teardrop forming.

'' Oh, Mom, '' he said, his hired man moving slowly up my leg. `` I could never think that. ``

'' You could n't ? '' I asked. `` Am I too repugnant to see as someone fuck worthy ? ``

He got defensive, `` No, no, Mom that is not it at all. You 're a very beautiful woman. If you were n't my mother .... ''

This time he stopped.

I looked up into his eye. `` If I was n't your mother, what ? '' I asked, trying to take care vulnerable and insecure.

'' I ca n't say it, '' he said. `` It 's wrong. ``

'' You can separate me anything, '' I said, as I tried not to smile, knowing my architectural plan was working ... I was planting a plethora of come for my end goal.

'' Well, I .... '' he started but stopped.

'' Just say it, Cody, '' I demanded. `` Act to me like you would to Brittany. ``

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' Do you gain what you just told me ? '' he asked, his helping hand still on my leg.

'' No, '' I said, playing dumb.

'' You just told me to regale you like I do my screwing toy, '' he said back.

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my next lyric made my response seem lilliputian and probably left him even more baffled. `` Well, I guess that would be amiss, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the buzzer rang. `` Shoot, that is probably Mike. I invited him over to watch the mahimahi vs Green Bay game. ``

I sighed, `` Well, we will retain this conversation later. You never did tell me what you would do if I was n't your mother. ``

He looked into my eyes and answered, the same claim rife look his begetter used to use, `` Mom, do you desire the Truth ? ``

'' I think I can cover the trueness, '' I joked, looking nervous even as I slightly parodied my husband 's favourite movie.

He looked me directly in the eye and said, just as the doorbell rang a s time, `` If you were n't my mother, I 'd take a leak you my three maw cum bucket. ``

He then walked away, as my pussy gushed into my panties.

I headed to my room needing to lop a little lupus erythematosus slutty for my son 's friend, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of December, four twenty-four hour period before Christmas, when I came up with my next spicy mind. Cody was at the hardware memory where he worked in the summer. And during the holiday

I unwrapped all the confect canes, and began fucking myself with each one for a unspoiled bit or two each, when the doorbell rang.

I sighed, still having three to go and getting quite corneous doing it.

I went to the door and was not overly surprise to see Jemma standing at my door.

Instantly, I knew what I was going to do.

I opened the threshold, smiled, and greeted, `` Well, if it is n't the anal cum bucketful. ``

'' May I please do in ? '' she asked, so much Sir Thomas More faint-hearted than her usual smug self.

'' My son is n't here, '' I said, making her waiting longer.

'' I came to see you, Elizabeth, '' she explained.

'' Oh, well come on in, then, '' I offered.

She walked in and I asked, `` Have you had breakfast yet ? ``

'' Yes, '' she answered.

'' Are you still hungry ? '' I asked, as I led her to the kitchen.

'' A small, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

I returned to the kitchen table where I was sitting, circularise my peg and ordered, `` In that case, fare and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth ! '' she gasped, surprised.

'' Ass slut, '' I retorted back sarcastically.

'' I came to talk, '' she continued, grimacing at the public figure calling.

'' You can talk once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my fingerbreadth and pointing to my facing pages legs and wet pussy.

'' Please, Elizabeth, '' she pleaded, looking so uncomfortable. I was enjoying this immensely.

'' Begging, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the early evening too, if I recall. ``

'' I 'm so distressing, '' she apologized.

'' For what ? '' I asked, before adding, `` for fucking my son, for being his, what did you call yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your daughter 's beau or for taking my son 's dick up your ass in my dwelling ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

'' And what are you will to do for my forgiveness ? '' I questioned.

'' It wo n't happen again, '' she said.

'' Really ? '' I asked. `` You sounded pretty practically in lovemaking with my son 's cock. ``

'' I lost my way, '' she explained.

'' I 'll assist you come up it, '' I replied, as I snapped my fingers and pointed to my cunt.

'' I 'm not a lesbian, '' she said.

'' Oh, I know, '' I laughed. `` You 're a slut. And sluts who cheat on their husband with their daughter 's boyfriend should have it away when they are being blackmailed. ``

'' Elizabeth, please, '' she pleaded again.

'' This is getting old, ass slut, '' I sighed. `` Get the nooky over here and eat my pussy or I tell your married man and daughter how big a whore you are. ``

'' Are you blackmailing me ? '' she asked, which was ludicrous, of course I was blackmailing her.

'' Call it what you want, kick, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at good as munching cunt as you are at sucking cock. ``

'' If I do this, will you not say anything ? '' she asked.

'' If you obey like a good slut and dish out me as I wish, then yes, '' I nodded, having no real purpose of letting out her secret. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

'' Okay, '' she nodded, moving to me. `` But I think this is so haywire. ``

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your daughter 's fellow, in another woman 's home, while your married man is asleep at home plate wrong too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneeling in front man of me.

She sighed, as she stared at my pussy, `` Yes, it is. ``

'' Get licking, slut, '' I ordered, grabbing her head and shoving it between my pegleg and into my wet pussy.

I held her chief there for a few seconds until I felt her tongue scratch licking.

'' Good, loose woman, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the power. I was undoubtedly a submissive to men, but I could definitely be a dominant to a woman.

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the tongue lashing as I closed my eyes and imagined Cody 's finally Holy Scripture yesterday ... 'If you were n't my female parent, I 'd make you my three jam cum bucket .'

I was surefooted that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum pail, he would likely direct me. If any of the incest narration I read were true or any of the forums I read, most boy fantasize about fucking their mothers. We are their first loves, their first lust and their first onanism fantasies.

As I imagined being his trollop, my sexual climax built quickly and I came on the bitch 's face. Once done, I said, `` You may leave now. ``

Still on her knee joint, her typeface coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to keep it a privy ? ``

deciding I wanted to remember this consequence forever, I grabbed my phone and said, `` Do n't move, slut. ``

She went to protest, but I had already taken the picture.

'' You look crack slutty with kitty succus all over your look, '' I smiled.

She got up and repeated, now pissed, `` So you 'll keep it a secret. ``

'' Of path, '' I nodded, before adding, `` although I expect you to be at my beck and shout. ``

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of track, '' I said, `` it 's good to have a twat muncher across the street. ``

'' I 'm not a twat muncher, '' she said, trying to be dignified, which was hilarious considering her face was coated in my cum.

'' You just munched pussy, '' I pointed out. `` that makes you a cunt muncher. ``

'' You made me, '' she countered.

'' Semantics, '' I shrugged. `` You still did it. ``

'' Whatever, '' she sighed, `` as long as you wo n't evidence my hubby or daughter. ``

'' Your arcanum is safe with me, '' I said.

She left. I finished coating the candy canes with my slit juice and put them on the tree.

I decided to go to William Frederick Cody 's room and mark off what variety of porn he watched. All boys, all men, have porn on their computers ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop and went to his browser account and smiled. He was on the same site I often used ... Literotica.

The last story he had pulled up was not only one I had read before, but one that implied he was thinking of me the way I wanted him to .''' Pet Mommy '' : Becoming a Mommy trollop'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at other history he had searched. They were all son and girl incest stories former than one called `` mom Make thoroughly Pets '' which was actually a lesbian incest story ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest hunting were from yesterday. Earlier web browser chronicle was more gangbang stories, anal floor, etc. He also had hundred of ikon of woman in rayons, almost all without hound on ( he indeed had the same fetish as his sire ... nylons, but particularly nylon feet ). He also had dozens of video, again almost all of them with women in stockings : gangbang, match, tribade, etc, but always in nylons.

I smiled as I obviously had triggered exactly what I had wanted to in him ... the idea of fucking his mother.

I then noticed a video downloaded finis night. It was called Cory Chase in Mother taste. I had to snap on it. The mother sucked his pecker, took it in her slit and her ass before taking a blockheaded encumbrance mostly in her sassing and on her chin.

I wanted to be that Mom. I wanted to be a Mommy-slut. I wanted a mouthful of my son 's cum.

I came a minute meter, before I got dressed and headed out to do some last minute Dec 25 shopping, including a stop at an adult store for some new toys.

That night, he came home right at supper metre and I was again in thigh high stockings and a red clothes that barely hid them.

Buffalo Bill asked, as he checked me out slyly ( or so he thought ), `` Why are you so dressed up, Mom ? ``

'' I like to look thoroughly, '' I said. `` Is that OK ? ``

'' Of course of action, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very good, Mom. ``

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your mother, '' I said, fishing for more compliments, as I brought a shell to him.

'' corporate trust me, Mom, '' he said, glancing down at my stocking-clad feet. `` I 'm not saying it because you 're my mom. ``

'' You really think I 'm pretty ? '' I asked, as I moved away far enough to dedicate him a chance to check out my entire body.

'' Mom, you 're hot. A MILF, '' he said, checking me out very unlike what a son should do.

Although I knew what a MILF was, I asked all innocently, `` What 's a MILF ? ``

'' A Mom I 'd Like to Fuck, '' he answered.

'' Oh ! '' I said, acting surprised, again in replete actress mode.

'' All my admirer want to fuck you, '' he continued.

'' No way, '' I said, actually surprised by this.

'' All throughout senior high school that was all I heard, '' he continued, `` how hot my mom was. ``

'' Well, I guess it 's full than having an ugly mother, '' I joked, as I went to the table with my plate and sat down.

He laughed, `` I guess. ``

I asked about his day. He asked about mine. We kept the conversation generic.

He told me he was going out with Brittany tonight just as dinner party was finished.

I could n't help it, I felt covetous. I asked, `` Do you plan to bring her back family tonight and fuck her ass again ? ``

He was surprised by my question.

'' You can if you wish, '' I continued. `` This is your house too, and you are the man of the house. You should be able to make out who you want, when you want. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked, still in surprised mode.

I could n't secernate if he could recite that I was offering myself to him or not. My innuendo was getting less and less subtle.

'' Yes, '' I nodded, standing up. `` You 're xviii. You 're an adult. ``

'' Um, okay, '' he nodded.

I decided to bear on the bound even more. `` And as man of the house, I 'm expecting you to man up more around the house. ``

'' Yes, Mom, '' he nodded, taking it as helping around the sign more, when I meant fucking the woman of the house 's three fuck holes.

'' Good that 's clear, '' I said, before adding, `` and finger unloose to bonk her in your room. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

'' Yes, I may not be getting any, but at least I can live vicariously through your ass slattern girlfriend, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll profess you are your begetter and I am the slut. ``

'' I ca n't think we are having this conversation, '' he said, again looking at my nylon clad peg and feet.

'' I 've been holding this in for years, '' I explained. `` Adult talk. But hearing what I heard the other night woke up my sleeping kitty. ``

'' Oh my God ! '' he said, standing up.

'' Is n't that what Breiz screamed as you reamed her ass ? '' I teased.

Suddenly he quipped, apparently wanting me to know he was well equipped, `` All the fornicatress I fuck scream that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its great to be able to tattle so frankly with you, honey. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his tough dick poking my leg.

'' Oh my, apparently you 're already set up for your date, '' I said.

His sureness oozing, obviously realizing he was liberal to say whatever he wanted, `` I 'm always gear up, Mom. Always. ``

'' Oh, to feature my own eighteen year old, '' I sighed dramatically.

He laughed, `` I have a few crony who would eagerly meet that role. ``

'' Are you offering to whore out your female parent ? '' I teased.

'' God, no, '' he said. `` I would n't let any of them touch you. ``

I put my hand on his arm and said, `` Oh, I have my own knight in shining armour. ``

He laughed, `` certainly, Mom. But I need to get fix, Brittany will be here any bit now. ``

'' Okay, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you contrive to bring her back home tonight ? ``

'' Weirdest conversation ever, Mom, '' he said, shaking his promontory as he left the room.

Bretagne arrived a few minutes later in a tartan doll, tight blouse and white nylon stocking. I smiled, he obviously made his women wear silk stocking for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the cheek, `` Do n't wait up, Mom. ``

I joked to both of them, `` Do n't do anything I would n't do. ``

Once they were gone, I went to my room and pulled out the new plaything I had bought that day. One was an eight inch wall cock. I was hoping to deliver his total cock in me soon and I wanted to get my long neglected fix ready for the biggest putz ever to fill me.

I put the suction cup on the wall after lubing it up, pulled up my dress, tugged off my thong, and got on all fours. I moved behind it and had it part way in, riding it slowly, getting used to it in me, when I heard Cory 's vocalisation. `` Mom ! ``

I looked up and Cory was at my open door.

Not embarrassed, I shrugged, not stopping fucking myself, as I moaned, `` Sorry, dear, but our conversation got me pretty horny and this cock is a lot easier than dating. ``

'' I forgot my wallet, '' he explained, still watching me. Since I was wearing a dress, all he saw was me riding a cock.

'' okay, '' I moaned, before adding, `` could you delight close up the door. ``

'' Yes, of trend, '' he said, pulling out of the lustful trance he was in.

'' Have fun tonight, '' I called out once the door was closed, a big smiling on my face at the accidental act of voyeurism.

'' You too, '' he called back.

So horny now, I began bouncing back on the big pecker, taking all eight inches inside my fevered slit. I closed my eyes and imagined that instead of leaving, he walked over and shoved his cock in my mouth.

Of course, I came quickly and kept riding the cock to multiple orgasms.

Interestingly enough, he did n't convey her habitation that night, or if he did he used the garage.

... ..

Tuesday and Wednesday were disturbed days as I went to pass some clock time with my mother, who lived a couple hours away. She would be coming over for Yule supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a pair of day helping her wrap nowadays, bake and so forth.

The entire time, all I thought about was my son.

I got back Thursday afternoon, and the offset affair I did was shaving and shower. The back thing I did was put a hind end sparking plug in my ass. The third thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussy. The fourth matter I did was text Cody.

When are you going to be home ? I have an too soon Christmas present for you.

He texted back a few minutes later.

About an hour. I have a Christmas Day present tense for you too.

I had no mind if his present was anything inappropriate, but I hoped so.

I typed back :

Cum house soon.

I then texted back, explaining my spelling of cum, which I had done on determination :

Sorry, stupe auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on second joint luxuriously stockings, a thong to keep the sparking plug in my ass and the egg, set on low swiftness, in my cunt, and a sheer blackened teddy, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two candy canes left.

I could n't help it, I texted him back, likely giving away everything before he even got home :

Did you enjoy the new flavour candy canes ?

He texted back :

They were very addicting.

I smiled. He knew. I did n't respond though. I went and put the remote for the egg on the ledge where he would take the air in with a big notation :

present tense 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen, pulled out a bunch of sex coupons I made and put them into one of my second joint high stockings and hung it up on the table so he could n't miss it.

The coupons included :

1 coupon for a rough face fucking of your female parent

1 coupon for a marathon fucking of your mom

1 coupon for a tight ass to lie with

1 coupon to coat your mom 's face with cum

1 coupon to deposit a encumbrance in your Mom 's ardent mouth

1 coupon to use a dyad of manacle

1 voucher for a nylon-clad foot job

1 coupon for a pegging from your female parent 's strap-on ( if you are into that brusque of thing ... your dada was )

1 coupon to birth your Mother and the beef Mrs. Thomas Young in a 69

1 coupon for a blow job while you drive

1 voucher for a three hole marathon Nox with your long ignore mother

1 coupon for a bathroom with your Mommy

1 coupon for a tit fucking

1 coupon for a fist fucking of your female parent 's cunt

Present 2 !

A bunch of voucher to use as you wish in our very own 12 24-hour interval of Fuck-mas.

Now, come to the livelihood room.

I then went to the living room, and began the very difficult task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to assist, but I was n't uncoerced to receive her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my legs and waist, leaving my stocking-clad feet exposed. I wrapped my upper body as best I could. I put tinsel on my head, so much I could n't see a matter, and waited.

Anticipation coursed through me.

The egg teased me relentlessly.

Then the door opened ... and closed.

I heard him walk into the kitchen. I suddenly felt the quiver get faster.

A couple of excruciating minute of arc later, where I had no idea how he was going to respond ( the longer he took, the more anxiety I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` Holy turd, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

'' This is the best present ever, '' he said, as he got closer to me. `` Although the wrapping job penury work. ``

'' You try wrapping yourself, '' I protested.

'' bazaar enough, '' he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, `` The voucher were an interesting touching. ``

'' I expect you to use every one, '' I said, my female parent note in effect.

'' Even the pegging one ? '' he asked.

'' I 'd eff to fuck that tight ass off yours, baby, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

'' Yes, captain, '' I answered, giving myself to him completely.

My body shivered as I felt him rip off the wrap that covered my tits.

A shiver went up my spinal column as his men cupped my chest. `` Are these mine now, Mom ? ``

'' Yes, maestro, every part of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot breather and then his mouth on my nipple. `` Ooooooh. ``

'' I 've imagined this for a long time, '' he said, as he bit my nipple.

'' You have ? '' I asked, surprised as his browser account did not establish me that impression.

'' Of course, '' he said, going to the former mamilla. `` Who do you call back is to blame for my nylon fetish ? ``

'' Me ? '' I responded in the human body of a question.

'' Of form, you have worn them every day of my life and paraded around, teasing me relentlessly, '' he continued.

I protested, while revealing the truth, `` I only started purposely teasing you when I caught you dominating that beef Jemma. ``

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

'' How so ? '' I moaned, as he tugged hard on my nipple.

'' It was like an all-night complete 180 turning around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't fathom how hear me sleep with who you said was Brittany would touch off that. But seeing it, well, my stopcock is knockout to resist. ``

'' I could n't even expect until Christmastide to get my present, '' I purred, reaching for it.

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my hand reaching for his pecker, his already stiff cock, in his jeans.

We kissed not as mother and son, but as two horny lovers.

Breaking the buss, he asked, `` You sure about this ? ``

I smiled, as I unbuckled his bash, pulled down his dungaree and boxers, `` Son, I have never wanted anything more in my lifespan. ``

'' Oh, God, '' he groaned, as I stroked his complete penis.

'' May I suck your big cock, son ? '' I asked, looking up at him.

He handed me the coupon for swallowing a load.

'' Mmmmmmmm, a good start, '' I purred, taking the coupon, tossing it on the story and taking his cock in my mouth.

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to make erotic love to his cock, I was going to lactate it like a cum hungry slut ... like a submissive slave.

I bobbed furiously, trying to get used to having a cock in my mouth again ... determined to get it all in my mouth.

'' Who needs Jemma, '' he groaned, after a couple of minutes. `` I have my own live-in cum bucket. ``

I moaned on his tool in response, as I desperately wanted that first load.

'' Take it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his articulatio coxae to come across my forward bobs.

And I did. I took his entire nine inch cock in my mouth. I gagged briefly, but recovered quickly.

'' Oh yes, Mom, this will be a regular thing from now on, '' he groaned.

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

'' Yes, Mom, '' he grunted, and spewed his lode in my mouth. I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, remembering how much I loved the spirit of cum sliding down my throat.

When he was done using me as his cum bucketful, he pulled out and said, `` Get on the sofa. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' I purred, crawling to the couch.

He said, `` There was n't a coupon to crunch that pussy. ``

'' I did n't know if you liked doing that, your father did n't, '' I answered.

'' Well, that is just wrong, '' he said, as he dropped to his genu in nominal head of me.

'' Do you need to eat momma 's snatch ? '' I asked.

He did n't answer with words, but instead by action as he buried his font in my cunt.

'' Ohhhhh, '' I moaned, as his natural language went to work. The clapper, meld with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and ready to take fire in a couple of minutes.

'' Yes, baby, suck Mommy 's clit, make mum come, '' I moaned, as I put my hand in his hair.

He demanded, `` Come for me, Mommy-slut. ``

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my legs, the phantasy becoming realism. `` Do n't stop. Yes, yes, ma 's fall, yes, yes, yes ! ``

And my cum flooded out onto my son 's mouth and face.

He kept licking, seeming to taste my cum as a good deal as I had savoured his.

Once my orgasm was done, I demanded, `` Use another coupon. ``

'' So many to prefer from, '' he smiled. He then surprised me, by handing me the one I least expected.

'' Are you grave ? '' I asked.

'' I need some food for thought if this is going to be the battle of Marathon evening I think we both want it to be, '' he said.

'' Oh, I want to see how many stacks you can fit in your Mommy cum bucket, '' I purred.

'' Then I definitely need to eat. I mean your cunt is delicious, but it lacks the kilogram calorie I need, '' he joked, standing up.

'' What do you feature you listen ? '' I asked.

'' Grab a blouse, maintain it unfastened and then head to the garage. Do n't bother with a skirt. ``

'' Oh my, '' I smiled, liking his kinky idea.

'' Oh Mom, this is only the commencement, '' he said, as he pulled me up.

'' It better be, '' I said, in my best Mom tone.

'' hastiness up, '' he ordered, `` I 'm athirst. ``

'' Me too, '' I quipped, reaching for his cock.

'' You 're insatiate, '' he said.

'' I have to make up for lost fourth dimension, '' I said back.

'' Oh, we will, '' he promised, spanking my ass. `` Now go get a blouse. We ca n't have you naked driving around town in knit stitch view. ``

'' At least not above the waist, '' I smiled.

'' Of course, '' he said.

I grabbed a black blouse, put it on and headed to the garage.

Cody was already in the driver 's seat.

I got in the passenger seat, bare except for thigh highs and an unbuttoned blouse. `` Where are you taking me, Master ? ``

'' Swiss Chalet drive-thru, '' he answered, as he backed out of the garage.

'' I see, '' I smiled, as I fished out his peter, tidal bore to prove how much of a adulteress I could be for him.

'' So, were you this submissive and slutty to Dad ? '' Cody asked.

'' In the bedchamber, yes. Or when alone, '' I admitted, as I began to stroke my son 's shaft. `` But in public, many thought he was whipped. ``

'' I did, '' he laughed.

'' Perception and reality are often two different things, '' I explained, as I lowered my head onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This time I took my sentence. I swirled my knife around his thick mushroom top. I created surplus spit to create a different sensation.

He groaned, `` mother fucker, your sassing is like thaumaturgy. ``

'' All three of my holes are like trick, '' I responded.

'' I still ca n't conceive this, '' he said, as my tongue slid up and down his shaft.

'' That your mother is a turncock hungry slut ? '' I asked.

'' That you 're my tool hungry slut, '' he countered.

'' I 've been looking for a master for a couple of years, son. But no one came close to your founding father. But when I heard you dominating that bitch and then watched it ... I knew I had found my perfect passe-partout. ``

'' And I have been using a brace MILF 's to unhinge me from what I really wanted, '' he said. `` My own personal Mommy-slut. ``

'' Please call me your Mommy-cum-bucket, '' I asked. `` I want to be everything to you. I want to be your merely MILF. ``

'' You think you can go along up with me ? '' he asked.

'' I 'll die trying, '' I promised, as I resumed sucking his cock.

There was no more talking for a duad of transactions until he said, `` We 're here. ``

I stopped and asked, `` Am I to hold open sucking throughout the drive-thru experience, Master ? ``

'' Yes, mom cum-bucket, '' he answered.

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll order a family mob. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit loads in your two remaining holes. ``

I moaned on his tool, the melodic theme of getting fucked, especially in my ass, really turning me on.

He ordered.

And then we were at the first-class honours degree of two Windows. The pay window.

He rolled up slowly and a guy 's part began, `` That will be ... um ... xviii 25. ``

I got sucking, knowing this teen was watching the back of my head go up and down.

'' Shoot, I did n't bring my wallet, '' William Frederick Cody said. `` Slut, pay the man. ``

'' Yes, maestro, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my tits and reached down into my pocketbook. I pulled out a 20, leaned over so my tits were completely in the open air and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` go along the change, cutie. ``

He took the money and I returned to sucking my son 's cock.

Cody said, as if in explanation, `` She is having an appetiser before the meal. ``

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may have a essence flak. ``

I teased, `` I ca n't trust you treated me like such a slut in public. ``

'' And you loved it, '' he said.

'' Maybe, '' I replied, returning to sucking his turncock as we reached the food for thought window.

This time things got awkward.

'' Hey, Cody, '' a distaff vocalization greeted. `` How are you ... oh my God ! ``

'' Hey Kimberly, '' Buffalo Bill greeted casually. `` How are you doing ? ``

'' Um, fine, '' Kimberly said, before saying, `` Apparently you are too. ``

'' She could n't wait until we got menage, '' Cody replied.

'' Yeah, okay, '' she said and handed him the food.

'' Thanks Kimberly, '' Buffalo Bill said, before adding, `` postulate this. ``

'' Yes, maestro, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my tits now in view for a girl Cody knew.

I looked up and smiled. `` Hi, Kimberly. ``

'' Um, hi, '' she said, clearly shocked, but looking down at my son 's impressive package.

Cody waited a bit, allowing the girlfriend to really get a good look at his dick, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my philosophical system category. ``

'' Well, she 's cute and wants your cock, '' I smiled.

'' Want to munch her puss ? '' William F. Cody asked.

'' I want to do whatever you want me to do, '' I answered. After a pause, `` but I sure would n't mind some college pussy to munch on. ``

'' You 're insatiable, '' he said again.

'' Years of withdrawal will do that to a person, '' I countered.

'' Well, it 's time to make up for lost time, '' Cody said, as he snapped his fingers.

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, returning to his pecker, which I sucked the full way home.

As soon as he were in the garage, we got out and he ordered, `` Bend over the car, mammy cum-bucket it 's time for deposit issue two. ``

'' Yes, master key, '' I obeyed, storm, but more than happy to oblige.

He moved behind me and asked, `` Ready to get fucked ? ``

I quipped, wanting to sound cruddy, `` Ready to go a real mother fucker ? ``

'' Shit, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the nastiest, hottest strumpet I know. ``

'' And a nail cum bucketful, do n't blank out, '' I moaned, as he slid his putz in me.

He laughed, `` I do n't reckon I 'll ever forget that. ``

He grabbed my hips and began fucking me ... hard ... deep.

'' Oh yes, baby, pound your mummy 's neglected slit, '' I moaned.

'' It wo n't be neglected anymore, '' he said, as he slammed into me.

'' I 'll hold open you to your Word of God, '' I said back.

'' Trust me, '' he said, `` you will stimulate so much cum in and on you ; you will likely get sick of it. ``

'' Never, '' I moaned, my orgasm building.

He fucked me for a few minutes, me coming once, before he asked, `` You want this payload in your bitch, mum cum-bucket ? ``

'' I have three buckets for you, lord, '' I moaned, `` each eagerly wanting to be lubricated. ``

'' Here it comes, Mommy-slut, '' he grunted, and deposited his bit load, in my instant cakehole so far.

'' Two down, one to go, '' I moaned, as I milked his dick for all his Sweet cum.

'' In stave one, '' he said, as he kept spewing his seeded player deep inside me.

Pulling out, he said, `` Let 's go refuel, before we continue the marathon. ``

'' Yes, master, '' I said, suddenly hungry.

I followed him in, even as I felt his cum leaking out of me. I said, `` christ, you come buckets. ``

'' That 's why I need so many holes to fill up, '' he shrugged, as he opened the food.

We ate in quiet as we watched the tidings. Me only in thigh highs and my blouse.

Once I was done, I decided to take the opening move and moved to him on the couch. I pulled his knickers and underclothes off, moved a stool directly in front of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad understructure to his flaccid cock and started rubbing.

'' This, '' he began, with a grin, `` is my biggest fancy ever, ''

'' A foot job from mama ? '' I asked, looking demure.

'' A buy in foot job from Mommy, '' he corrected.

'' You really are your begetter 's son, '' I smiled, as I tried to wake up my son 's cock.

'' That I seem to be, '' he nodded, as he kept eating and allowed me to bait him. I reminisced all the times I had sucked my husband or given him foot line while he watched telecasting, worked on his laptop computer or read. I even sucked him off in the bath tub and once, while quite drunk, while he was on the pot bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the only thing I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his cock until it grew. Once hard, I moved my feet so I could devote him a foot job, which spread my legs awkwardly, presenting a very all-encompassing open snatch or my son to stare at.

'' This is literally the red-hot affair ever, '' he groaned.

'' What, the metrical unit job or my gaping pussy ? '' I asked, as I stroked his cock with my feet.

'' Both, '' he said, as he put his hands on my metrical foot and started masturbating himself using my nylon-clad soles.

'' Your shaft looks so hot wrapped in my base, '' I purred.

'' My cock looks expectant in your mouth, and pussy too, '' he added.

'' Not my ass ? '' I questioned with a pout.

'' I have n't seen that yet, '' he pointed out.

'' Well, maybe you should get laid your Mommy 's prick, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

'' I do n't know, '' he joked. `` This is feeling pretty serious. ``

'' Fuck Mommy 's tight shit hole now, '' I demanded.

'' Fine, '' he sighed, all dramatically, `` If I have to. ``

'' You do, '' I said.

'' But you are doing all the piece of work, '' he said.

'' Sounds like usual, '' I smirked, as he let go of my feet.

I grabbed the lubricating substance I had left near the telecasting stand and asked, `` How do you desire me ? ``

'' Riding my cock, '' he answered.

'' Oh, I see, '' I smiled, `` you really entail I would be doing all the work. ``

'' Yep, '' he nodded, as I came to him and poured lube all over his hard cock.

'' Such a dirty boy, '' I purred, as I stroked his lube cock.

'' Such a dirty adulteress, '' he countered, as he grabbed the lube, turned me around and poured lube on my ass cheeks. He then slid a finger inside my ass.

'' Oh, you bad boy, '' I moaned.

'' Want to make certain your ass is ready for my cock, '' he said.

'' I was born ready, '' I replied, as he added a second finger.

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a couple of moment. Pulling his finger out, he ordered, `` Now sit my cock, Mommy cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to have a real cock in my ass for the first time in years. I backed up, straddled him slowly, facing him, wanting to look at him as we fucked.

I put my handwriting on his chest for Libra the Scales and slowly lowered myself onto his big pecker. I was n't in as in effect a chassis as I used to be, so it was more awkward, but soon I was lowering my motherfucker on his cock.

'' You look so hot, Mom, '' he said, watching me low-spirited myself on his solid sword.

'' I want to be your hot three-hole mamma cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass widening for his midst hammer. A thin burn that I knew was temporary hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his stallion nine inch putz buried deep in me.

'' Wow, that was impressive, '' he said.

'' As is your prick, '' I said, trying to get used to having something so huge in my ass.

'' I know, '' he smiled, then surprised me by bucking his ass up quickly, his shaft reaching new never explored profundity in my asshole.

'' Oh my God, '' I screamed, a mixture of pleasance and infliction coursing through me.

'' You like that, Mommy cum-bucket ? '' he asked, as he allowed me to return on his lap.

'' Fuck, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain still burning, even as a rush of Adrenalin at being used hit my very being.

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

'' Yes, superior, '' I nodded, as I slowly began moving up and down on his cock.

'' Oh yeah, ass slovenly woman, cod my cock, '' he groaned.

I moaned. `` Did you ever fantasize this ? ``

'' What ? '' he asked, making me say it.

'' Having your female parent sit your prick like some brassy loose woman as a Christmas present ? '' I asked.

'' I 've fantasized it lots, '' he admitted, `` but never thought it would happen. ``

After a moment, he added, `` It is the just Christmastide confront ever. ``

I moaned, `` I could n't tally to a greater extent. ``

As I got used to having his tool in my ass, I began riding faster and faster, eventually bouncing on his prick, taking it as deep in my ass as humanly possible. The pleasance overwhelmed the pain sensation and I was in heaven.

'' God, Mom, this flavour amazing, '' he groaned.

'' It 's heaven on terra firma, '' I replied, riding his cock like I was on a bucking horse.

Suddenly, he lifted me up, keeping his pecker trench in me, turned around, put me on the couch and took control condition of the ass fucking.

'' Oh yes, baby, ass nookie mommy. Irish punt her dogshit trap with your massive hammer, '' I babbled, my orgasm building.

'' One live bucket to take, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in Mommy 's asshole, '' I begged, as I moved my script to my fevered kitty-cat. `` Shoot your cum up my shit hole. ``

'' Oh, God, piece of tail, '' he said, a few hard CVA later as he spewed his third load of the day in my tertiary hole.

'' Yes, baby. '' I moaned, rubbing my clitoris furiously as I felt my asshole filled with cum.

'' Come now, '' he ordered, as he kept coming in me.

'' phone me names, '' I moaned, so close.

'' You like that, do n't you ? '' he said.

'' Yes, master copy, '' I admitted, as I began bouncing back on his cock, wanting it as oceanic abyss as potential inside me.

'' seed now, mamma cum-bucket, ass slut, slave, three muddle incestuous sporting lady, submissive Mommy-slut, son fucker, '' he listed off, until I erupted.

'' Yessss, Mother fucker ! '' I screamed as another orgasm hit me.

He fucked me for another minute of my orgasm, before pulling out as we both cave in side by incline, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a strange calm after the recent intensity warmed me.

He was my professional, I was his cum bucket.

But, he was also my son and I his mother.

Somehow we had combined the Best of both worlds together.

He whispered, `` I love you, Mom. ``

'' I love you too, son, '' I said, with a smile to myself.

'' Merry Christmas, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a wicked smiling on my font, and added, `` Wait until New yr 's Eve. ''