Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum bucket

I have wanted to fuck my son for a while, ever since he graduated senior high school school this year and really buffed up over the summer working construction.

It was then, one random day, while he was in swimming torso 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 good-looking man, a virtual replica of his kick the bucket father ( who died serving his country two days ago ).

I did n't only need to have it away my son, no, I wanted to be his subservient fuck toy.

When I first had these intuitive feeling, I went online. First I read a lot of erotic narrative of moms seducing Word, of sons seducing momma or, even better, Logos dominating moms. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my phantasy have always revolved around perfect submission.

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

It took some doing, but I also found internet site that had charwoman talking frankly, and although I did n't get together, I read the many comment and was both surprised and excited to find out that incest was much Sir Thomas More plebeian than one would assume.

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

Then one foreboding early forenoon, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up call triggered the fault from fantasy to determined reality.

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

Hearing my son 's phonation, sounding like his father 's, and saying Holy Writ similar to what his father would say to me back when he was alive had me halt in the hallway.

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

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

'' I needed your big gumshoe 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 little dicked husband satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his voice so immobile and authoritative.

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

'' I guess I have widened that old cunt of yours and gaped your ass so much you probably do n't even feel his needle hawkshaw, '' 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 elbow room, not only willing to be his slut, but also took it in the ass.

Instantly, my long 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 hubby, `` I need a real number man, with a rattling cock. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my house, and on your knee eager to absorb my dick with my mom in the succeeding way ? '' He questioned, loving to humiliate ... just like his don ... always pushing the submissive to the extremes of submission.

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

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

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

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

I could n't help oneself but simper. The most pretentious woman in our locality. A mother of two, head of the residential area council and choir leader at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

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

Just as I peeked in the open crack accidentally left open for me, I heard the slobbering speech sound of roughly fount 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 great look at an almost naked Jemma Thomas Young, in cipher but thigh luxuriously stockings, and her typeface full-of-the-moon of cock.

Seeing the thigh heights surprised me for a duet of reasons.

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

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

Did my son have the Same hoodoo ?

Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

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

My oculus went big.

My twat got damper.

His dick was huge. Long and thick.

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

I wanted that prick in my lip, in my cobwebbed twat and in my foresighted draw a blank ass.

I wanted to be on my human knee in front of that magnificent cock.

I wanted to be the loose woman 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 just tasted her girl 's puss juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly skilful mammy was a cum bucket for her boyfriend ? '' He asked.

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

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

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

Hearing the word 'Master'again shocked me. A terminal figure that was common between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In world no one would know he was passe-partout and I submissive. He got teased by his crony and family line that he was whipped, as I was pretty confident, seemingly women's liberationist, in world. But once the bedroom threshold closed, the feminist disappeared and a wanton cock slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

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

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

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

'' You 're going to wake 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 rough ass ass and to prevent 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 swain while her married man and kids are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to cue the bitch just how big a woman of the street she was.

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

'' In your once Virgin prick, '' He added.

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

They fucked for a few bit like this.

I rubbed myself the stallion time ... 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 coming obviously hit, trying to avoid waking me up.

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

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

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

I watched as she quickly turned around and took the dick that was buried thick in her dickhead back in her backtalk ... that was something I had never done.

My husband came in my ass, on my ass, on my tits, but mostly he loved coating my side. I remember him saying how much of a bout on it was to see a sweet kindergarten instructor with her cheek coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the dirtiest sluts ever suck a peter that was just in their make hollow. ``

She moaned on his dick as she impressively took the entire massive rod in her mouth. She looked like a porn star. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit maw'which somehow made it nasty and hotter.

I wanted to be that smut virtuoso ; I wanted to be sucking that made for porno cock.

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

She did n't slacken down, apparently a rather telling prick mug, as he obviously deposited his load down her throat.

When he pulled out, he said, `` Could you imagine if the neck of the woods knew the Truth, that you 're just a cum bucket for big pecker ? ``

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

'Nine column inch'I thought to myself, that 's a good two inches bigger than his Padre 's telling cock.

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

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

'' wellspring, your daughter is a two hole cum bucket and you are a three hole cum bucket, '' he said.

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

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

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

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

I hurried to my way, my pauperization to pee replaced with my demand to come.

I grabbed my hare from the position table, turned it on in high spirits and on my favourite pulsations, pulled my pyjama and panties down and slew it inside my wanton cunt.

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

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

... ..

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

I also wanted to test a few presumption. The for the first time being if he had a stock up fetich like his don. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot fetish like his Father of the Church. William James loved prolonged nylon foot caper and could arrive just from that and often did. He loved watching fun while I gave him long nylon-clad foot jobs. In these scenarios he either came on my feet and had me solve the cum off my infantry ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would stimulate me finish him with my backtalk before usually coating my typeface with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to let me keep his cum on my face.

That made me recall our honeymoon, when he shot his incumbrance all over my nerve in the hotel before dinner and had me keep it on me while we went out for dinner party. He then shot a second lading on me in the can of the restaurant before we went out dancing. A final load was shot back in the hotel room and I answered the room access for room military service in lingerie and a fount completely coated with cum. Such abasement only enhanced my desire for gross submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could have it again.

The next cockcrow, well early Sabbatum afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my robe, but with thigh high stockings. I was pretending to register the paper, my stocking-clad foundation up on the board, the gown riding up high enough that he could definitely see the top of my lacing top stockings.

William Frederick Cody walked in and stopped dead in his running. There was no dubiety he was staring at my legs. I pretended I did n't notice he was there as I feigned reading the newspaper. I even began to slowly strike my leftover metrical foot over my right wing leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the way, he did n't move. I wished I could have seen his fount, but I wanted to act as innocent as possible. I wanted to start up the tease. I wanted him to get the idea that his female parent was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly plant the seed that his female parent would lay down a not bad 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last long, maybe thirty endorsement, before I decided the tease was decent and moved the paper down and, being an actress in high school went into good actress mode, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't pick up you come down the stairs. ``

'' Morning, Mom, '' he said, breaking his eye physical contact from my pegleg 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 Patrick Victor Martindale White. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my legs off the board, noticing him lookout man. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. Young, I added, `` And I 'd appreciate it if you did n't be intimate 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 social movement of him, noticing the put up pecker poking at his sweats, `` you 're xviii and an adult so I understand you have pauperization and I 'm certainly you and Brittany are fucking like bunny girl, but your mother has n't gotten any for two years and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how long 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 bathroom, got out of my thigh highschool, into the shower and used the shower psyche for a different role as I imagined dropping to my genu, pulling out his buckram stopcock and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my top dog 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 shit hole.

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

I was n't prepare yet to confide the ultimate taboo, I had to love he wanted it too. But, a program was beginning to form in my mind.

I was going to chip in him the greatest Christmas represent ever ... ME.

... ..

Sunday at church, I stared at Jemma, still unable to sound how she could be so pretentious, judging others. I wanted to walk up to her and tell her I knew her dirty secret.

I wondered if she was wearing thigh high under her very conservative dress ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a complete submissive to men, I had, on occasion years ago, a few lesbian brush, including a few where I was in complaint. Then it hit me. The perfect 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 putz up your ass ? ``

Her smug smiling disappeared instantly as her font 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 blab more, later, '' I promised, not sure how I planned to play this with her.

When I got home from church, Cody was watching NFL football on the lounge. I went to him, put my invertebrate foot on the couch beside him, and asked, `` Could you please undo the buckle ? Mom 's book binding 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 modest strap with his big fingers, but eventually he did. I slid my foot out and wiggled my toes right in forepart of him. I then switched ft 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 truelove, '' I said.

He again took a protracted look 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 foot juju addict like his father.

deciding to push it further, I asked, `` My feet are killing me from wearing these cad. Would you be willing to give your old bag of a mother a base massage ? ``

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

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

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

I sat on the end of the sofa, flipped my stage up onto his lap, rightfulness on his crotch and said, `` Finding a good man is nearly impossible. ``

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

As he took my left foot in his hands, I said, `` Just the idea 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 timbre quickly shifting to sadness.

We were both unsounded for a duo of transactions while he massaged my fundament. I noticed him take many quick glimpses up my legs. But I pretended to not notice. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Breiz 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 friend with benefit situation, '' I sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Listening to you make love your girlfriend woke up my quiescency, '' I paused for the right hand Son choice and dramatic effect, `` kitty. ``

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

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

I could see his oral sex spinning. I could severalise he was wondering if my ft 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 postulate you to be the one in heraldic bearing 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 megascopic me out, '' he said. `` They just came out of the blue. ``

'' Well, so did you ass fucking your girlfriend in the way beside me, '' I quipped, as I moved my feet 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 tense couple of daytime early than 'shit'a span of prison term, '' he said.

'' fountainhead, hearing you treat Brittany like a all over prostitute made me realize something, '' I said, letting my words linger as I did n't finish the sentence.

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

'' No, I 've said Sir Thomas More than I meant to, '' I said, starting to take the air away.

'' Mom, you ca n't say something like that and then go forth, '' 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 tingle. He sounded exactly like his father.

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

'' Just tell 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 stave off eye contact.

'' Oh, '' he said.

I continued, `` Your Father of the Church was very demanding in the sleeping accommodation. I even still obey him now. ``

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

I did n't project 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 stage 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 try to work him pack control of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't require you to think to a lesser extent of me, William F. Cody, '' I said, looking spooky and embarrassed. My years of acting in drama production were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, zip you say can cause me think lupus erythematosus of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' wellspring, its, just, um, your beginner was my Master, '' 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 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 mesa, `` in the bedroom he was the passkey and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to throng jar onto electrical shock, I added, `` So hearing you be dominant to Brittany, calling her names and pounding her cocksucker, or what did you foretell it ? bull fix ? Well, that brought back storage of your Father of the Church using me as his three hole, his three cakehole, 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 top dog in my manpower ... attempting to win an Oscar for dear carrying out in an incest seduction.

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

'' You must think I 'm some kind of snafu loose woman, '' I answered, bust forming.

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

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

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

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

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

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my next words made my reception seem trivial and probably left him even more baffled. `` fountainhead, I guess that would be wrong, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the doorbell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably Mike. I invited him over to look on the Dolphins vs leafy vegetable Bay game. ``

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

He looked into my heart and answered, the Saami demand predominant flavor his founder used to use, `` Mom, do you desire the truth ? ``

'' I think I can plow the truth, '' I joked, looking anxious even as I slightly parodied my husband 's darling movie.

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

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

I headed to my room needing to apparel a little less slutty for my son 's ally, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of Dec, four Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before Christmas, when I came up with my next naughty idea. Cody was at the hardware fund 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 good arcminute or two each, when the buzzer rang.

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

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

Instantly, I knew what I was going to do.

I opened the room access, smiled, and greeted, `` Well, if it is n't the anal cum bucket. ``

'' 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 II, '' 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 niggling, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

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

'' Elizabeth II ! '' she gasped, surprised.

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

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

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

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

'' mendicancy, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the other evening 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 squall yourself, cum pail, for fucking your daughter 's boyfriend or for taking my son 's hawkshaw up your ass in my home ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

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

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

'' Really ? '' I asked. `` You sounded pretty much in dear with my son 's putz. ``

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

'' I 'll aid you find oneself it, '' I replied, as I snapped my fingers and pointed to my cunt.

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

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

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

'' This is getting old, ass slovenly woman, '' I sighed. `` Get the fuck over here and eat my cunt or I tell your husband and daughter how big a whore you are. ``

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

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

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

'' If you obey like a good adulteress and dish out me as I wish, then yes, '' I nodded, having no existent intent of letting out her confidential. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

'' okey, '' she nodded, moving to me. `` But I think this is so incorrectly. ``

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your daughter 's swain, in another cleaning lady 's home, while your husband is asleep at home legal injury too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneeling in front of me.

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

'' Get defeat, slut, '' I ordered, grabbing her foreland and shoving it between my legs and into my wet pussy.

I held her head word there for a few second gear until I felt her spit start licking.

'' goodness, slut, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the exponent. I was undoubtedly a slavish to men, but I could definitely be a prevalent to a woman.

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the tongue lashing as I closed my eyes and imagined Cody 's finally words yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd induce you my three hole cum bucket .'

I was surefooted that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum bucket, he would likely take me. If any of the incest stories I read were true or any of the forums I read, most boys fantasize about fucking their female parent. We are their first loves, their offset lecherousness and their first masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his loose woman, my orgasm built quickly and I came on the bitch 's face. Once done, I said, `` You may allow now. ``

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

Deciding I wanted to call up this minute forever, I grabbed my phone and said, `` Do n't strike, slovenly woman. ``

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

'' You look super slutty with pussycat succus all over your human face, '' I smiled.

She got up and repeated, now pissed, `` So you 'll restrain 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 course of instruction, '' I said, `` it 's honest to have a twat muncher across the street. ``

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

'' You just munched twat, '' 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 tell my married man or daughter. ``

'' Your secret is safe 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 Buffalo Bill 's room and check 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 history and smiled. He was on the same situation I often used ... Literotica.

The live 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 adulteress'. Although I had just come, my kitty 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 `` Mommies Make Good dearie '' which was actually a lesbian incest story ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest hunt were from yesterday. Earlier browser history was more gangbang stories, anal stories, etc. He also had hundreds of pictures of adult female in nylons, almost all without heels on ( he indeed had the like fetish as his Father ... nylons, but particularly nylon feet ). He also had tons of TV, again almost all of them with char in stockings : gangbang, yoke, 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 video downloaded live night. It was called Cory Chase in Mother taste. I had to get across on it. The mother sucked his cock, took it in her pussy and her ass before taking a thick warhead 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 second time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some final moment Christmas shopping, including a stop at an adult storage for some new toys.

That night, he came home right at supper sentence and I was again in second joint high up stockings and a red dress 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 look practiced, '' I said. `` Is that okay ? ``

'' Of course, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very beneficial, Mom. ``

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

'' Trust me, Mom, '' he said, glancing down at my stocking-clad ft. `` 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 pass on him a chance to hold in out my total 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 entire actress mode.

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

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

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

'' fountainhead, I guess it 's better than having an ugly mother, '' I joked, as I went to the table with my crustal 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 was finished.

I could n't serve it, I felt jealous. I asked, `` Do you plan to make for her back home 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 menage. You should be able-bodied to have a go at it who you want, when you want. ``

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

I could n't severalise if he could separate 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 force the limit even more. `` And as man of the house, I 'm expecting you to man up more around the sign. ``

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

'' Good that 's exculpate, '' I said, before adding, `` and sense free to bonk her in your way. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

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

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll act you are your father and I am the slattern. ``

'' 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 years, '' I explained. `` Adult talk. But hearing what I heard the former night woke up my sleeping kitty. ``

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

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

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

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its great to be capable to talk so frankly with you, honey. '' 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 confidence ooze, obviously realizing he was disengage to say whatever he wanted, `` I 'm always ready, Mom. Always. ``

'' Oh, to have my own 18 year old, '' I sighed dramatically.

He laughed, `` I have a few pal who would eagerly fulfill that theatrical role. ``

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

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

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

He laughed, `` for certain, Mom. But I need to get ready, Breiz will be here any min now. ``

'' Okay, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you design to bestow her support home tonight ? ``

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

Brittany arrived a few minutes later in a tartan skirt, pixilated blouse and Edward White nylons. I smiled, he obviously made his adult female wear silk stocking for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the face, `` 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 miniature I had bought that day. One was an eight in wall cock. I was hoping to have his intact shaft in me soon and I wanted to get my farseeing neglected pickle set for the big pecker ever to fill me.

I put the suction cup on the wall after lubing it up, pulled up my attire, tugged off my thong, and got on all IV. I moved behind it and had it part 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 open door.

Not embarrassed, I shrugged, not stopping fucking myself, as I moaned, `` Sorry, honey, 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 please fold the doorway. ``

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

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

'' You too, '' he called back.

So horny now, I began bouncing back on the big stopcock, taking all eight inches inside my fevered snatch. I closed my oculus 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 stopcock to multiple orgasms.

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

... ..

Tuesday and Wed were softheaded days as I went to expend some prison term with my mother, who lived a twosome hour away. She would be coming over for Christmas Day supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a couplet of days helping her wrapping present, bake and so forth.

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

I got back Thursday good afternoon, and the world-class thing I did was shaving and shower. The second matter I did was put a butt stopple in my ass. The third affair I did was put a vibrating egg in my twat. The twenty-five percent thing I did was schoolbook Cody.

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

He texted back a few moment later.

About an minute. I have a Christmas present for you too.

I had no idea if his present 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 purpose :

Sorry, stupid car correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh high stockings, a thong to keep the nag in my ass and the egg, set on low speed, in my cunt, and a sheer black teddy, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two confect canes left.

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

Did you bask the new season 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 walk in with a big note of hand :

Present 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen, pulled out a clustering of sex voucher I made and put them into one of my thigh high stockings and hung it up on the table so he could n't escape it.

The coupons included :

1 voucher for a rough grimace fucking of your mother

1 coupon for a endurance contest fucking of your mom

1 voucher for a tight ass to screw

1 coupon to surface your momma 's face with cum

1 coupon to deposit a onus in your Mom 's warm backtalk

1 voucher to use a pair of manacle

1 coupon for a nylon-clad ft job

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

1 coupon to own your mother and the bitch Mrs. Young in a 69

1 coupon for a blow job while you drive

1 coupon for a three hole marathon nighttime with your farseeing neglect mother

1 coupon for a bath with your mom

1 coupon for a tit fucking

1 coupon for a clenched fist piece of ass of your female parent 's cunt

present tense 2 !

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

Now, make out to the living room.

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

I wrapped my wooden leg and waist, leaving my stocking-clad feet open. I wrapped my upper berth body as best I could. I put tinsel on my head, so much I could n't see a thing, and waited.

prediction 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 vibrations get faster.

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

I remained silent.

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

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

'' carnival enough, '' he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, `` The coupon were an concern feeling. ``

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

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

'' I 'd love to roll in the hay that squiffy ass off yours, baby, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

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

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

A shivering went up my spine as his hand cupped my boob. `` Are these mine now, Mom ? ``

'' Yes, Master, every part of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot breathing space and then his mouth on my teat. `` Ooooooh. ``

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

'' You have ? '' I asked, surprised as his browser history did not cave in me that impression.

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

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

'' Of course, 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 bitch Jemma. ``

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

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

'' It was like an nightlong double-dyed 180 turn around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't fathom how hearing me screw who you said was Brittany would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my cock is firmly to resist. ``

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

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my hired man reaching for his cock, his already wet cock, 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 belt, pulled down his blue jean and boxers, `` Son, I have never wanted anything more in my life. ``

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

'' May I suck your big turncock, 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 floor and taking his cock in my mouth.

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to make love to his cock, I was going to blow it like a cum hungry slattern ... 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 pecker in reaction, as I desperately wanted that initiatory load.

'' fill it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his hips to fulfill my forward bobs.

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

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

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

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

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

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

He said, `` There was n't a voucher to crunch that kitty. ``

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

'' wellspring, that is just wrong, '' he said, as he dropped to his articulatio genus in front of me.

'' Do you want to eat Mommy 's cunt ? '' I asked.

He did n't suffice with Logos, but instead by natural action as he buried his face in my cunt.

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

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

He demanded, `` seminal fluid for me, Mommy-slut. ``

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my wooden leg, the fantasy becoming reality. `` Do n't stop. Yes, yes, Mommy 's coming, yes, yes, yes ! ``

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

He kept licking, seeming to enjoy my cum as much as I had savoured his.

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

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

'' Are you life-threatening ? '' 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 twat is delightful, but it lacks the small calorie I need, '' he joked, standing up.

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

'' Grab a blouse, keep it unbuttoned and then head to the service department. Do n't bother with a skirt. ``

'' 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.

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

'' 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 bare driving around townsfolk in plain persuasion. ``

'' 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, lord ? ``

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

'' I see, '' I smiled, as I fished out his cock, eager to prove how a lot of a adulteress I could be for him.

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

'' In the bedroom, 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.

'' percept and reality are often two dissimilar matter, '' I explained, as I lowered my head onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This metre I took my prison term. I swirled my lingua around his loggerheaded mushroom top. I created spare saliva to create a different sensation.

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

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

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

'' That your female parent is a cock hungry loose woman ? '' I asked.

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

'' I 've been looking for a master for a match of yr, son. But no one came close to your Father-God. But when I heard you dominating that beef and then watched it ... I knew I had found my perfect 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 only 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 yoke of minutes until he said, `` We 're here. ``

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

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll guild a family coterie. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit loads in your two remaining trap. ``

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

He ordered.

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

He rolled up slowly and a guy 's voice began, `` That will be ... um ... eighteen twenty-five. ``

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

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

'' Yes, original, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my tits and reached down into my pocketbook. I pulled out a twenty dollar bill, leaned over so my nipple were completely in the unfastened and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` Keep 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 appetizer before the repast. ``

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

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

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

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

This fourth dimension things got awkward.

'' Hey, William Frederick Cody, '' a female voice greeted. `` How are you ... oh my God ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my teat now in opinion for a young woman 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 second, allowing the girlfriend to really get a in force flavor at his dick, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my Philosophy year. ``

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

'' Want to crunch her pussy ? '' Buffalo Bill asked.

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

'' You 're unsatiable, '' 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 cock, which I sucked the entire way home.

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

'' Yes, master, '' I obeyed, surprised, but more than glad to oblige.

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

I quipped, wanting to sound awful, `` make to go a real mother fucker ? ``

'' diddlysquat, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the tight, hottest slut I know. ``

'' And a utter cum bucket, do n't leave, '' I moaned, as he slid his cock in me.

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

He grabbed my articulatio coxae and began fucking me ... hard ... deep.

'' Oh yes, baby, dog pound your Mommy 's neglected twat, '' I moaned.

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

'' I 'll save you to your word, '' I said back.

'' reliance me, '' he said, `` you will have so a good deal cum in and on you ; you will likely get gruesome of it. ``

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

He fucked me for a few instant, me coming once, before he asked, `` You want this load in your puss, Mommy cum-bucket ? ``

'' I have three pail for you, master copy, '' I moaned, `` each eagerly wanting to be lubricated. ``

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

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

'' In round 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, `` the Nazarene, you come buckets. ``

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

We ate in secretiveness as we watched the news show. Me only in second joint highs and my blouse.

Once I was done, I decided to ask the opening and moved to him on the couch. I pulled his pants and underwear off, moved a throne directly in forepart of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad feet to his flaccid tool and started rubbing.

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

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

'' A buy in groundwork job from mama, '' he corrected.

'' You really are your Father-God '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 tease him. I reminisced all the prison term I had sucked my married man or given him foot jobs while he watched TV, 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 lavatory bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the alone thing I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his tool until it grew. Once surd, I moved my metrical unit so I could give him a groundwork job, which spread my legs awkwardly, presenting a very across-the-board candid pussy or my son to gaze at.

'' This is literally the hottest affair ever, '' he groaned.

'' What, the foundation job or my breach twat ? '' I asked, as I stroked his cock with my feet.

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

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

'' My tool looks great 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 eff your Mommy 's cocksucker, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

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

'' 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 work, '' he said.

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

I grabbed the lubricator I had left near the television stall and asked, `` How do you want me ? ``

'' Riding my cock, '' he answered.

'' Oh, I see, '' I smiled, `` you really think I would be doing all the study. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Want to take indisputable your ass is quick 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 twosome of minutes. Pulling his digit out, he ordered, `` Now twit my cock, ma cum-bucket. ``

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

I put my men on his chest for balance and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as good a shape as I used to be, so it was more uneasy, but soon I was lowering my SOB on his cock.

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

'' I want to be your hot three-hole mama cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass widening for his thick tool. A slight burn that I knew was temp hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his stallion nine inch dick buried recondite 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 cock reaching new never explored profoundness in my asshole.

'' Oh my God, '' I screamed, a commixture of delight and pain coursing through me.

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

'' roll in the hay, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain still burning, even as a rushing of epinephrine 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 jade, ride my cock, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Having your mother taunt your rooster like some cheap adulteress as a Christmas present ? '' I asked.

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

After a present moment, he added, `` It is the honest Christmas exhibit ever. ``

I moaned, `` I could n't jibe 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 trench in my ass as humanly possible. The pleasure overwhelmed the pain and I was in heaven.

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

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

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

'' Oh yes, baby, ass roll in the hay Mommy. Pound her shit hole with your massive hammer, '' I babbled, my sexual climax building.

'' One last-place bucket to fill, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in Mommy 's asshole, '' I begged, as I moved my hand to my fevered pussy. `` Shoot your cum up my shite hole. ``

'' Oh, God, nooky, '' he said, a few knockout cerebrovascular accident later as he spewed his third encumbrance of the day in my third base hole.

'' Yes, child. '' I moaned, rubbing my clit furiously as I felt my arse filled with cum.

'' Come 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, overlord, '' I admitted, as I began bouncing back on his tool, wanting it as bass as possible inside me.

'' semen now, momma cum-bucket, ass slut, slave, three hole incestuous lady of pleasure, 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 give side by incline, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a strange calmness after the recent strength warmed me.

He was my master copy, I was his cum bucket.

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

Somehow we had combined the best of both earthly concern together.

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

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

'' Merry Yule, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a wicked smile on my face, and added, `` waiting until New twelvemonth 's Eve. ''