Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum Bucket

I have wanted to fuck my son for a patch, ever since he graduated high up school this class and really furbish 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 pool that I noticed that my son had turned into a man.

In fact, my son had grown into a very handsome man, a virtual replica of his deceased beginner ( who died serving his rural area two age ago ).

I did n't only want to eff my son, no, I wanted to be his submissive fucking toy.

When I first had these notion, I went online. First I read a lot of erotic stories of moms seducing Logos, of Word seducing moms or, even better, sons dominating mammy. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my fantasies have always revolved around complete submission.

The more I read, the more intrigue I got. And although I knew these were just illusion and likely mostly written by men, some were written by female person, some read by females and thus I was n't the solitary one.

It took some doing, but I also found websites that had cleaning woman talking frankly, and although I did n't join, I read the many scuttlebutt and was both surprised and excited to learn that incest was much more common than one would assume.

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

Then one fateful too soon morning, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up margin call triggered the shift from phantasy to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hall to the bathroom when I heard my son question, rather loudly, `` Ready to suck my cock, slut ? ``

Hearing my son 's voice, sounding like his father 's, and saying Word of God similar to what his father would say to me back when he was alert had me freeze in the hallway.

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

'' She 's a sound sleeper. Plus, you did n't seem concerned about my mother when you texted me begging for my shaft. ``

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

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

'' You know his tiny dick ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the husband she always raved about at our each week woman 's night.

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

I could n't believe Mrs. Goody-Goody, Mrs. Gossip king, Mrs. Prude was not only in my son 's elbow room, not only unforced to be his slut, but also took it in the ass.

Instantly, my tenacious neglected back door 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 real cock. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my house, and on your articulatio genus eager to soak up my dick with my mom in the next room ? '' He questioned, loving to humiliate ... just like his founding father ... always pushing the submissive to the extreme point of submission.

My hand went to my tingling pussy as I moved closer to the slightly open door. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this.

'' I ca n't resist 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 avail but smirk. The most pretentious womanhood in our neighbourhood. A female parent of two, head of the residential area council and chorus loss leader at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

'' To blow your cock, get fucked like the dirty whore I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenage slovenly woman or a porn star than a happily marital mother of two.

Just as I peeked in the afford crack accidentally left spread for me, I heard the slobbering sounds of rough face fucking ... something my husband often used to do to me, something I loved ... being used for the pleasure of another.

Somehow they were positioned perfectly for me to get a not bad look at an almost naked Jemma Loretta Young, in nothing but second joint high stockings, and her font entire of cock.

Seeing the thigh highschool surprised me for a couple of reasons.

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

Two : my husband had a nylon fetish and made me wear second joint highschool, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past two days since his tragic death.

Did my son have the same fetish ?

Then he pulled his dick out of her mouth.

'' Can you taste your girl 's pussy on my dick ? '' He asked, as I stared at the monolithic cock.

My oculus went big.

My pussy got damper.

His dick was huge. Long and thick.

My mouth watered, as all my late nighttime incest fancy became more authentic.

I wanted that cock in my mouth, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my longsighted leave ass.

I wanted to be on my articulatio genus in strawman 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 have got just tasted her daughter 's pussy juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly good mummy was a cum bucket for her fellow ? '' He asked.

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

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

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

auditory sense the Holy Writ 'Master'again shocked me. A condition that was usual between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would bed he was Master and I submissive. He got teased by his buddies and family that he was whipped, as I was pretty confident, seemingly feminist, in populace. But once the chamber room access closed, the women's liberationist disappeared and a wanton cock slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

'' As always, Master, '' she replied like the submissive she was. It made me smirk to see this ostentatious bitch 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 hard thrust.

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

'' You 're going to arouse up my female parent, ass jade, '' 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 pugnacious ass shtup and to preclude it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the wed cum bucket sneaking into a neighbour 's house to get ass fucked by her girl 's young man while her husband and kids are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to cue the squawk just how big a tart she was.

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

'' In your once virgin mother fucker, '' 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 fourth dimension ... although slowly because I did n't want 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 forfend waking me up.

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

'' I want to accept 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 peter that was buried deep in her SOB back in her mouth ... that was something I had never done.

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

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the unsportsmanlike slovenly woman ever suck a stopcock that was just in their shit hole. ``

She moaned on his pecker as she impressively took the stallion monolithic rod in her mouth. She looked like a porn ace. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit yap'which somehow made it nastier and hotter.

I wanted to be that erotica asterisk ; 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 slacken down, apparently a rather impressive cock soft touch, as he obviously deposited his burden down her throat.

When he pulled out, he said, `` Could you imagine if the neighbourhood knew the truth, that you 're just a cum bucket for big hawkshaw ? ``

'' If all the solitary housewives knew you were packing nine column inch of peter I doubt I would be the only 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 honest two inch liberal than his beginner 's impressive 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 hole cum bucket and you are a three hole cum bucket, '' he said.

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

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

'' Yes, sea captain, '' 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 elbow room, my need to pee replaced with my demand to come.

I grabbed my cony from the incline table, turned it on high and on my ducky pulsations, pulled my pajamas and panties down and slid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my eye and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his cock slamming into my pussycat ; I imagined his gumshoe gaping my prick ; 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 substitute his cum bucket.

... ..

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

I also wanted to essay a few August 15. The first off being if he had a stocking voodoo like his Padre. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot fetish like his father. James I loved lengthy nylon human foot task and could come 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 bat the cum off my feet ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would have me land up him with my mouth before usually coating my face with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to have me stay fresh his cum on my face.

That made me recall our honeymoon, when he shot his incumbrance all over my cheek in the hotel before dinner and had me keep it on me while we went out for dinner. He then shot a second consignment on me in the bathroom of the restaurant before we went out saltation. A final exam freight was shot back in the hotel room and I answered the door for way service in lingerie and a face completely coated with cum. Such humiliation only enhanced my desire for nail submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could have it again.

The next morning, well early Sabbatum afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my gown, but with thigh high school stockings. I was pretending to read the newspaper, my stocking-clad feet up on the table, the robe riding up high enough that he could definitely see the top of my lace top stockings.

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

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't prompt. I wished I could birth seen his cheek, but I wanted to act as guiltless as potential. I wanted to commence the vamp. I wanted him to get the estimation that his mother was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly plant the seed that his mother would throw a heavy 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last long, maybe thirty seconds, before I decided the tease was sufficiency and moved the composition down and, being an actress in high schoolhouse went into wide actress way, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't hear you come down the stairs. ``

'' Morning, Mom, '' he said, breaking his eye striking from my legs and looking at me.

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

'' Sorry, late night, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

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

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my legs off the board, noticing him watch. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. Young, I added, `` And I 'd appreciate it if you did n't fuck Bretagne 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 cock poking at his sweat, `` you 're 18 and an adult so I understand you have want and I 'm trusted you and Brittany are fucking like bunny girl, but your mother has n't gotten any for two old age and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how hanker it 's been. ``

He was speechless.

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

I went to the bath, got out of my thigh highs, into the rain shower and used the shower principal for a different purpose as I imagined dropping to my knee joint, pulling out his fuddled cock and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my read/write head and fucking my face.

I imagined him bending me over the kitchen table and fucking my necessitous cunt.

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

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

I was n't cook yet to devote the ultimate taboo, I had to know he wanted it too. But, a plan was beginning to form in my mind.

I was going to give him the superlative Christmas present ever ... ME.

... ..

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

I wondered if she was wearing second joint highs under her very conservative apparel ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a complete submissive to men, I had, on affair class ago, a few lesbian encounters, including a few where I was in charge. Then it hit me. The pure way to seduce my son was through the bitch.

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

Her smug smile disappeared instantly as her expression went white.

'' You had a lot to say in my house at two in the morning, '' I continued.

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

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

When I got household from church, Cody was watching NFL football on the couch. I went to him, put my animal foot on the couch beside him, and asked, `` Could you please undo the warp ? Mom 's dorsum 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 deal to the small buckle.

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

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

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

He again took a extended smell at my full 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 metrical unit fetish freak like his father.

decision making to push it further, I asked, `` My feet are killing me from wearing these hound. Would you be willing to turn over your old bag of a mother a ft massage ? ``

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

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

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

I sat on the end of the couch, flipped my wooden leg up onto his lap, rightfield on his crotch and said, `` Finding a beneficial man is nearly impossible. ``

He groaned, but covered well, as I felt his cock flinch under my heel, `` But you have to at least try. ``

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

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

We were both silent for a duad of minutes while he massaged my foot. I noticed him make many quick glimpses up my legs. But I pretended to not notice. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Brittany serious ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just friends with benefit ? '' I asked, a term I had learned recently.

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

'' I could use a Quaker with benefits place, '' I sighed.

'' Mom ! '' he said, surprised by his usually buttoned-down mother 's words.

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

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

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

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

'' Listening to you have intercourse your girlfriend woke up my quiescency, '' I paused for the powerful word choice and spectacular effect, `` kitty. ``

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my feet 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 have. ``

Hinting at what I really wanted, I said, my foot ever so nicety pushing down on his iron hard tool stuck in his pants, `` Well, you 're the man of the family now, Cody. ``

I could see his head spinning. I could tell he was wondering if my substructure move 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 need you to be the one in charge 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 blueness. ``

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

He actually laughed.

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

'' I have never heard you swear before this past brace of days early than 'shit'a dyad of times, '' he said.

'' wellspring, hearing you treat Brittany like a discharge whore made me gain something, '' I said, letting my Word of God linger as I did n't end the sentence.

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

'' No, I 've said More than I meant to, '' I said, starting to walk 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 sign of the zodiac'made my pussy shudder. He sounded exactly like his father.

'' It 's just, '' I began, trying to look shy and nervous, a intimation at my slavish side.

'' Just say me, '' he ordered.

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

'' When ? '' he asked, confused.

'' When you were dominating Brittany, '' I answered, looking down as if trying to nullify 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 strange revelations.

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

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

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

'' And what ? '' he asked, drawn into my seduction, completely unaware I was seducing him in an attempt to make him take control of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't desire you to think less of me, Cody, '' I said, looking unquiet and abash. My old age of acting in drama productions were finally paying off.

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

'' fountainhead, its, just, um, your father was my original, '' I blurted out.

'' Oh, '' he said, the new revelation 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 senior high school or a supporter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my conservative instructor attire, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial table, `` in the bedroom he was the Master and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to jam impact onto shock, I added, `` So hearing you be dominant allele to Brittany, calling her names and pounding her SOB, or what did you foretell it ? Shit hole ? Well, that brought back memories of your begetter using me as his three hole, his three hole, um ... ''

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

'' His three maw cum bucket, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my foreland in my work force ... attempting to win an Oscar for best performance in an incest seduction.

'' What 's ill-timed, Mom ? '' he asked, sitting down beside me and putting his bridge player on my leg.

'' You must think I 'm some kind of snafu slut, '' I answered, tears forming.

'' Oh, Mom, '' he said, his handwriting moving slowly up my leg. `` I could never suppose that. ``

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

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

This prison term he stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' Do you agnise what you just say me ? '' he asked, his manus still on my leg.

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

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

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my following word made my reception seem piddling and probably left him even more baffled. `` Well, I guess that would be improper, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the doorbell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably Mike. I invited him over to take in the dolphinfish vs Green Bay secret plan. ``

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

He looked into my centre and answered, the Sami demand dominant timber his father used to use, `` Mom, do you desire the Truth ? ``

'' I think I can handle the truth, '' I joked, looking nervous even as I slightly parodied my hubby 's deary movie.

He looked me directly in the eye and said, just as the doorbell rang a second metre, `` If you were n't my mother, I 'd make you my three hole cum bucket. ``

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

I headed to my way needing to dress a little lupus erythematosus slutty for my son 's Quaker, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of December, four Day before Christmas, when I came up with my next blue melodic theme. Cody was at the computer hardware store where he worked in the summer. And during the vacation

I unwrapped all the candy canes, and began fucking myself with each one for a undecomposed moment or two each, when the bell rang.

I sighed, still having three to go and getting quite horny 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 retentive cum bucketful. ``

'' May I please come in ? '' she asked, so much more timid than her usual smug self.

'' My son is n't here, '' I said, making her wait 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 little, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

I returned to the kitchen mesa where I was sitting, spread my branch and ordered, `` In that case, get along and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth ! '' she gasped, surprised.

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

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

'' You can mouth once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my finger's breadth and pointing to my spread legs and wet pussy.

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

'' begging, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the other eventide too, if I recall. ``

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

'' For what ? '' I asked, before adding, `` for fucking my son, for being his, what did you call yourself, cum bucketful, for fucking your girl 's boyfriend or for taking my son 's cock up your ass in my base ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

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

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

'' Really ? '' I asked. `` You sounded pretty often in beloved with my son 's turncock. ``

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

'' I 'll help oneself you find out it, '' I replied, as I snapped my fingerbreadth and pointed to my cunt.

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

'' Oh, I know, '' I laughed. `` You 're a slattern. And sluts who cheat on their married man with their daughter 's boyfriend should know when they are being blackmailed. ``

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

'' This is getting old, ass slut, '' I sighed. `` Get the piece of ass over here and eat my bitch or I tell your husband and daughter how big a whore you are. ``

'' Are you blackmailing me ? '' she asked, which was nonsensical, of line I was blackmailing her.

'' promise it what you want, bitch, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at skilful as munching puss as you are at sucking cock. ``

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

'' If you obey like a near slut and serve me as I wish, then yes, '' I nodded, having no genuine intent of letting out her hidden. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

'' OK, '' she nodded, moving to me. `` But I think this is so wrong. ``

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your daughter 's young man, in another woman 's rest home, while your married man is deceased at home damage too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneel in movement of me.

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

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

I held her head there for a few s until I felt her clapper outset licking.

'' Good, slut, '' 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 center and imagined William Frederick Cody 's last words yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd make you my three maw cum bucket .'

I was confident that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum bucket, he would likely hold me. If any of the incest stories I read were straight or any of the forums I read, most boys fantasize about fucking their mothers. We are their number 1 dear, their low gear lust and their first masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his slattern, my orgasm built quickly and I came on the bitch 's grimace. Once done, I said, `` You may leave now. ``

Still on her knees, her boldness coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to keep it a secret ? ``

decision making I wanted to recollect this moment forever, I grabbed my phone and said, `` Do n't travel, slut. ``

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

'' You look super slutty with kitty-cat juice all over your face, '' I smiled.

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

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

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of row, '' I said, `` it 's salutary to have a cunt muncher across the street. ``

'' I 'm not a cunt muncher, '' she said, trying to be dignified, which was screaming considering her fount was coated in my cum.

'' You just munched cunt, '' 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 state my married man or daughter. ``

'' Your secret is dependable with me, '' I said.

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

I decided to go to Cody 's room and check into what kind of erotica he watched. All boys, all men, have porn on their data processor ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop and went to his browser history 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 Slut'. Although I had just come, my cunt was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at other stories he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories other than one called `` mama Make Good 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 browser history was more gangbang report, anal tarradiddle, etc. He also had hundreds of delineation of charwoman in nylon, almost all without heels on ( he indeed had the Lapp fetish as his Fatherhood ... nylons, but particularly nylon feet ). He also had tons of picture, again almost all of them with women in stockings : gangbang, brace, lesbians, 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 telecasting downloaded last dark. It was called Cory Chase in Mother Mouthfuls. I had to click on it. The female parent sucked his stopcock, took it in her snatch and her ass before taking a thick onus mostly in her mouth 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 mo time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some end minute Christmastime shopping, including a stop at an adult memory for some new toys.

That night, he came home right at supper clip and I was again in thigh luxuriously stockings and a red frock that barely hid them.

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

'' I like to count good, '' I said. `` Is that O.K. ? ``

'' Of grade, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very ripe, Mom. ``

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

'' 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 give him a opportunity to check out my stallion 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 full moon actress mode.

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

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

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

'' wellspring, I guess it 's better than having an ugly mother, '' I joked, as I went to the board 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 Bretagne tonight just as dinner was finished.

I could n't facilitate it, I felt jealous. I asked, `` Do you project to take her back dwelling house tonight and fuck her ass again ? ``

He was surprised by my question.

'' You can if you wish, '' I continued. `` This is your theater too, and you are the man of the firm. You should be able-bodied to fuck who you want, when you want. ``

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

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

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

'' Um, okay, '' he nodded.

I decided to labour the boundary even more. `` And as man of the sign, I 'm expecting you to man up more around the house. ``

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

'' Good that 's realize, '' I said, before adding, `` and feel free to bang 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 jade girl, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll pretend you are your father and I am the jade. ``

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

'' I 've been holding this in for long time, '' I explained. `` grownup talk. But hearing what I heard the former night woke up my dormancy 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 recognize he was well equipped, `` All the sluts I fuck scream that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its great to be able to talk so frankly with you, dearest. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his hard shaft poking my leg.

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

His self-confidence oozing, obviously realizing he was disengage to say whatever he wanted, `` I 'm always ready, Mom. Always. ``

'' Oh, to have my own xviii twelvemonth old, '' I sighed dramatically.

He laughed, `` I have a few buddies who would eagerly satisfy that role. ``

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

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

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

He laughed, `` Sure, Mom. But I need to get ready, Breiz will be here any hour now. ``

'' okey, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you contrive to impart her gage home tonight ? ``

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

Brittany arrived a few minutes later in a tartan skirt, slopped blouse and white nylon. I smiled, he obviously made his charwoman wear rayon stocking for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the cheek, `` Do n't expect 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 elbow room and pulled out the new toys I had bought that day. One was an eight inch wall cock. I was hoping to possess his entire cock in me soon and I wanted to get my long neglected holes prepare for the biggest prick ever to fill me.

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

I looked up and Cory was at my out-of-doors door.

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

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

'' O.K., '' I moaned, before adding, `` could you please come together the door. ``

'' Yes, of course, '' he said, pulling out of the lascivious trance he was in.

'' Have fun tonight, '' I called out once the threshold was closed, a big smile on my look at the accidental act of voyeurism.

'' You too, '' he called back.

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

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

Interestingly enough, he did n't wreak her rest home that night, or if he did he used the garage.

... ..

Tuesday and Wednesday were looney years as I went to pass some time with my female parent, who lived a yoke time of day away. She would be coming over for Christmas supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a couple of 24-hour interval helping her wrap presents, bake and so forth.

The total fourth dimension, all I thought about was my son.

I got back Thursday good afternoon, and the first matter I did was shave and shower. The bit thing I did was put a prat plug in my ass. The third affair I did was put a vibrating egg in my puss. The fourth part thing I did was text Cody.

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

He texted back a few minutes later.

About an hour. I have a Noel present for you too.

I had no idea if his nowadays was anything inappropriate, but I hoped so.

I typed back :

Cum home soon.

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

Sorry, unintelligent auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh luxuriously stockings, a thong to keep the plug in my ass and the egg, set on low stop number, in my pussy, and a sheer black teddy, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two candy canes left.

I could n't assist it, I texted him back, in all probability giving away everything before he even got home :

Did you enjoy the new flavoured confect 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 note :

present 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 thigh high stockings and hung it up on the table so he could n't neglect it.

The coupons included :

1 coupon for a scratchy face fucking of your mother

1 coupon for a marathon fucking of your mom

1 coupon for a tight ass to fuck

1 voucher to surface your mom 's face with cum

1 voucher to deposit a load in your Mom 's lovesome rima oris

1 coupon to use a brace of manacle

1 coupon for a nylon-clad foot job

1 voucher for a pegging from your mother 's strap-on ( if you are into that short of thing ... your pop was )

1 voucher to have your female parent and the gripe Mrs Whitney Young in a 69

1 coupon for a blow job while you drive

1 voucher for a three mess marathon Nox with your long omit mother

1 coupon for a bath with your mummy

1 coupon for a tit fucking

1 coupon for a clenched fist fucking of your Mother 's cunt

nowadays 2 !

A crew of coupons to use as you wish in our very own 12 years of Fuck-mas.

Now, come to the living room.

I then went to the aliveness elbow room, and began the very difficult task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to aid, but I was n't willing to have her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my legs and waistline, leaving my stocking-clad feet open. I wrapped my amphetamine body as best I could. I put tinsel on my chief, so a lot I could n't see a thing, and waited.

Anticipation coursed through me.

The egg teased me relentlessly.

Then the threshold opened ... and closed.

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

A couple of excruciating second later, where I had no idea how he was going to respond ( the yearner he took, the more anxiety I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` holy shit, 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 needs work. ``

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

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

'' I expect you to use every one, '' I said, my mother whole step in effect.

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

'' I 'd love to fuck that pie-eyed ass off yours, baby, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

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

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

A shudder went up my spine as his hands cupped my tit. `` Are these mine now, Mom ? ``

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

'' I 've imagined this for a prospicient prison term, '' he said, as he bit my nipple.

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

'' Of course, '' he said, going to the other nipple. `` Who do you think is to find fault for my nylon fetish ? ``

'' Me ? '' I responded in the phase of a question.

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

I protested, while revealing the true statement, `` I only started purposely teasing you when I caught you dominating that gripe Jemma. ``

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

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

'' It was like an all-night fill out 180 twist around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't sound how discover me fuck who you said was Breiz would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my cock is hard to stand firm. ``

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

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my hired man reaching for his turncock, his already pissed putz, in his jeans.

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

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

I smiled, as I unbuckled his smash, pulled down his jean and Boxer, `` Son, I have never wanted anything more in my aliveness. ``

'' Oh, God, '' he groaned, as I stroked his hone 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 startle, '' I purred, taking the coupon, tossing it on the floor and taking his cock in my mouth.

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to take a leak love to his cock, I was going to suck in 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 pail. ``

I moaned on his dick in response, as I desperately wanted that initiative load.

'' Take it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his pelvic arch to meet my forward bobs.

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

'' Oh yes, Mom, this will be a even matter from now on, '' he groaned.

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

'' Yes, Mom, '' he grunted, and spewed his incumbrance in my rima oris. I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, remembering how practically I loved the look of cum sliding down my throat.

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

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

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

'' I did n't sleep together if you liked doing that, your Church Father did n't, '' I answered.

'' wellspring, that is just incorrectly, '' he said, as he dropped to his knees in front of me.

'' Do you want to eat mama 's snatch ? '' I asked.

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

'' Ohhhhh, '' I moaned, as his tongue went to work. The tongue, blend with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and ready to break open in a couple of minutes.

'' Yes, baby, suck Mommy 's clit, make Mommy 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 wooden leg, the phantasy becoming reality. `` Do n't stop. Yes, yes, mammy 's advent, yes, yes, yes ! ``

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

He kept licking, seeming to taste my cum as often as I had savoured his.

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

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

'' Are you serious ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' Then I definitely need to eat. I mean your cunt is pleasant-tasting, but it lacks the calories I need, '' he joked, standing up.

'' What do you have you heed ? '' I asked.

'' Grab a blouse, keep it unbuttoned and then head to the garage. Do n't trouble oneself with a annulus. ``

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

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

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

'' Hurry up, '' he ordered, `` I 'm hungry. ``

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

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

'' I have to make up for lost clock time, '' 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 plain view. ``

'' At to the lowest degree not above the waist, '' I smiled.

'' Of course, '' he said.

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

William Frederick Cody was already in the driver 's seat.

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

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

'' I see, '' I smiled, as I fished out his cock, tidal bore to show how practically of a slut I could be for him.

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

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

'' I did, '' he laughed.

'' Perception and world are often two different affair, '' I explained, as I lowered my psyche onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This metre I took my meter. I swirled my tongue around his thick mushroom cloud top. I created extra saliva to create a dissimilar sensation.

He groaned, `` Shit, your mouth is like trick. ``

'' All three of my hole are like legerdemain, '' I responded.

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

'' That your mother is a putz hungry slattern ? '' I asked.

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

'' I 've been looking for a maestro for a couple of years, son. But no one came close to your Father. But when I heard you dominating that bitch and then watched it ... I knew I had found my perfect tense Master. ``

'' And I have been using a couple MILF 's to distract 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 sole MILF. ``

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

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

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

I stopped and asked, `` Am I to preserve sucking throughout the drive-thru experience, lord ? ``

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll parliamentary procedure a family pack. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit lode in your two remaining holes. ``

I moaned on his hammer, the estimation of getting fucked, especially in my ass, really turning me on.

He ordered.

And then we were at the first of two window. The pay window.

He rolled up slowly and a guy 's voice began, `` That will be ... um ... eighteen 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, '' Cody said. `` Slut, pay the man. ``

'' Yes, master key, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my breast and reached down into my purse. I pulled out a twenty, leaned over so my mammilla were completely in the open and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` save the modification, cutie. ``

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

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

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may have a heart blast. ``

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

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

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

This time things got awkward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my tits now in eyeshot for a lady friend Cody knew.

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

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

William Frederick Cody waited a arcsecond, allowing the girlfriend to really get a unspoilt flavor at his peter, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my philosophical system class. ``

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

'' Want to munch her puss ? '' 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 unsatiable, '' he said again.

'' class of climb-down will do that to a somebody, '' I countered.

'' Well, it 's meter to take a leak up for lost metre, '' Cody said, as he snapped his fingers.

'' Yes, schoolmaster, '' I obeyed, returning to his cock, which I sucked the entire way home.

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, surprised, but to a greater extent than happy to oblige.

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

I quipped, wanting to sound nasty, `` ready to turn a actual mother fucker ? ``

'' jack, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the cruddy, hot slut I know. ``

'' And a discharge cum pail, do n't forget, '' I moaned, as he slid his cock in me.

He laughed, `` I do n't suppose I 'll ever block that. ``

He grabbed my pelvic arch and began fucking me ... hard ... deep.

'' Oh yes, sister, pounding your mammy 's ignored slit, '' I moaned.

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

'' I 'll keep you to your watchword, '' I said back.

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

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

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

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

'' Here it comes, Mommy-slut, '' he grunted, and deposited his endorsement burden, in my second hole so far.

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

'' In cycle one, '' he said, as he kept spewing his seed 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 bucket. ``

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

We ate in secrecy as we watched the newsworthiness. Me only in second joint high and my blouse.

Once I was done, I decided to film the initiative and moved to him on the lounge. I pulled his gasp and underwear off, moved a stool directly in front of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad pes to his flaccid pecker and started rubbing.

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

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

'' A stocking foot job from Mommy, '' he corrected.

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

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

I slowly rubbed his tool until it grew. Once hard, I moved my pes so I could give him a foot job, which spread my legs awkwardly, presenting a very full open puss or my son to gaze at.

'' This is literally the blistering thing ever, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Your cock looks so hot wrapped in my feet, '' I purred.

'' My cock looks enceinte 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 fuck your Mommy 's dickhead, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

'' I do n't hump, '' he joked. `` This is feeling pretty effective. ``

'' fucking Mommy 's loaded shit hole now, '' I demanded.

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

'' You do, '' I said.

'' But you are doing all the employment, '' he said.

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

I grabbed the lube I had left near the television system stand and asked, `` How do you require me ? ``

'' Riding my putz, '' he answered.

'' Oh, I see, '' I smiled, `` you really have in mind I would be doing all the piece of work. ``

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

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

'' Such a dirty loose woman, '' he countered, as he grabbed the lubricating substance, turned me around and poured lube on my ass buttock. He then slid a digit inside my ass.

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

'' Want to make sure 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 twain of minutes. Pulling his digit out, he ordered, `` Now ride my cock, mummy cum-bucket. ``

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

I put my hands on his dresser for balance and slowly lowered myself onto his big pecker. I was n't in as effective a soma as I used to be, so it was more clumsy, but soon I was lowering my dickhead on his cock.

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

'' I want to be your hot three-hole mommy cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass widening for his thick turncock. A flimsy burning that I knew was temporary hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his entire nine inch cock buried deep in me.

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

'' As is your cock, '' 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 prick reaching new never explored depths in my asshole.

'' Oh my God, '' I screamed, a mixture of pleasure and hurting coursing through me.

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

'' nookie, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain still burning, even as a Benjamin Rush of adrenaline at being used hit my very being.

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

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

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

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

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

'' Having your mother ride your rooster like some cheap fornicatress as a Christmastime present ? '' I asked.

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

After a moment, he added, `` It is the Best Noel present ever. ``

I moaned, `` I could n't agree more. ``

As I got used to having his cock in my ass, I began riding faster and faster, eventually bouncing on his cock, taking it as oceanic abyss in my ass as humanly possible. The pleasure overwhelmed the pain and I was in heaven.

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

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

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

'' Oh yes, baby, ass fuck Mommy. hammer her shit hole with your massive hammer, '' I babbled, my climax building.

'' One terminal bucketful to fill, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in mamma 's bastard, '' I begged, as I moved my hired man to my fevered puss. `` Shoot your cum up my grass hole. ``

'' Oh, God, piece of tail, '' he said, a few heavy chance event later as he spewed his third consignment of the day in my 3rd hole.

'' Yes, babe. '' I moaned, rubbing my clit furiously as I felt my asshole filled with cum.

'' seminal fluid now, '' he ordered, as he kept coming in me.

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

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I admitted, as I began bouncing back on his cock, wanting it as deep as potential inside me.

'' semen now, Mommy cum-bucket, ass slut, slave, three fix incestuous sporting lady, subservient 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 sexual climax, before pulling out as we both collapsed side by position, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a foreign composure after the recent intensity warmed me.

He was my Master, I was his cum bucket.

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

Somehow we had combined the best of both macrocosm together.

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

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

'' Merry Noel, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a disgusting grin on my cheek, and added, `` Wait until New Year 's Eve. ''