Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum pail

I have wanted to fuck my son for a while, ever since he graduated eminent school this yr and really buff 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 syndicate that I noticed that my son had turned into a man.

In fact, my son had grown into a very bighearted man, a virtual reproduction of his pass founding father ( who died serving his rural area two years ago ).

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

When I first had these belief, I went online. showtime I read a lot of titillating fib of moms seducing sons, of boy seducing mamma or, even better, sons dominating moms. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my fantasies have always revolved around dispatch submission.

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

It took some doing, but I also found websites that had char talking frankly, and although I did n't join, I read the many comments and was both surprise and excited to memorize that incest was much more vulgar than one would assume.

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

Then one fateful ahead of time forenoon, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up call option triggered the chemise from phantasy to determined reality.

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

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

'' What about Elizabeth ? '' A voice questioned ... a spokesperson I recognized instantly. It was Mrs Young, his lady friend 's female parent and a fill out kick 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 cock. ``

'' I needed your big dick 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 husband satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his representative so business firm and authoritative.

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

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

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

Instantly, my long neglected back threshold was calling me as I remembered getting ass reamed by my married man regularly back when he was alive.

She laughed, belittling her husband, `` I need a literal man, with a genuine cock. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my planetary house, and on your knees eager to blow my peter with my mom in the future elbow room ? '' He questioned, loving to humble ... just like his Fatherhood ... always pushing the submissive to the extreme point of submission.

My deal went to my tingling cunt as I moved closer to the slightly capable 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 reject ? '' My son asked, as I reached the door.

'' Being your cum bucketful, '' she answered, sounding like a everlasting slut.

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

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

'' To suck your rooster, get fucked like the dirty lady of pleasure I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenage loose woman or a porn 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 sounds of jolty expression fucking ... something my hubby 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 large smell at an almost defenseless Jemma Young, in nothing but thigh eminent stockings, and her typeface full-of-the-moon of cock.

Seeing the thigh highs surprised me for a pair of reasons.

One : I did n't fathom Mrs. Lester Willis Young as a woman who would fag out such sexy stockings ... she seemed more a pantyhose eccentric of woman.

Two : my husband had a nylon fetich and made me get into second joint highschool, a supporter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past times two years since his tragic death.

Did my son have the Saami voodoo ?

Then he pulled his dick out of her mouth.

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

My middle went big.

My pussy got damper.

His gumshoe was huge. Long and thick.

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

I wanted that rooster in my oral cavity, in my cobwebbed slit and in my long forget ass.

I wanted to be on my knees in front 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 accept just tasted her daughter 's pussy juices.

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

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

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

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

listening the word 'Master'again shocked me. A terminal figure that was common between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would know he was passkey and I submissive. He got teased by his buddies and crime syndicate that he was whipped, as I was pretty surefooted, seemingly feminist, in public. But once the bedchamber door closed, the women's liberationist disappeared and a wanton cock adulteress emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

'' As always, Master, '' she replied like the slavish 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.

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

'' Ohhhhh, fuck, '' 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 crude ass piece of ass and to prevent it from banging against the wall.

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

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

'' In your once Virgo the Virgin asshole, '' He added.

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

They fucked for a few second like this.

I rubbed myself the entire 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 orgasm obviously hit, trying to avoid waking me up.

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

'' I want to get down 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 pecker that was buried bass in her mother fucker back in her sassing ... that was something I had never done.

My hubby came in my ass, on my ass, on my tits, but mostly he loved coating my face. I remember him saying how practically of a turn on it was to see a dessert kindergarten teacher with her face coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the dirtiest trollop ever suck a shaft that was just in their shit hollow. ``

She moaned on his dick as she impressively took the entire monumental rod in her sassing. She looked like a porno star. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit hole'which somehow made it nastier and hotter.

I wanted to be that porn sensation ; 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 retard down, apparently a rather impressive cock all-day sucker, as he obviously deposited his load down her throat.

When he pulled out, he said, `` Could you imagine if the locality knew the Sojourner Truth, that you 're just a cum bucket for big dick ? ``

'' If all the solitary housewives knew you were packing nine inch of cock 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 good two inches larger than his father 's impressive cock.

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

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

'' fountainhead, your daughter is a two hole cum pail and you are a three trap cum pail, '' 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 kids, cum bucket. ``

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

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

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

I grabbed my rabbit from the face table, turned it on senior high school and on my favourite heartbeat, pulled my pajamas and panty down and skid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my middle and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his rooster slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his gumshoe gaping my whoreson ; I imagined being his unconditioned 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 replace his cum bucket.

... ..

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

I also wanted to test a few assumptions. The first being if he had a carry fetish like his father. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot fetich like his father. William James loved drawn-out nylon pes jobs and could come just from that and often did. He loved watching play while I gave him long nylon-clad foot jobs. In these scenarios he either came on my substructure and had me lick the cum off my base ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would have me stop him with my mouth before usually coating my face with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to bear me continue his cum on my face.

That made me recall our honeymoon, when he shot his shipment all over my side in the hotel before dinner and had me save it on me while we went out for dinner party. He then shot a second freight on me in the bathroom of the restaurant before we went out terpsichore. A final loading was shot back in the hotel way and I answered the threshold for room service in lingerie and a nerve 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 succeeding dawn, well early Saturday afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my robe, but with thigh high stockings. I was pretending to read the newsprint, my stocking-clad feet up on the mesa, the gown 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 incertitude 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 go my left foot over my right leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't impress. I wished I could accept seen his face, but I wanted to act as innocuous as possible. I wanted to start the vexer. I wanted him to get the estimate that his mother was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly plant the seed that his female parent would make a large 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last foresighted, maybe thirty seconds, before I decided the ribbing was enough and moved the composition down and, being an actress in high up school went into full-of-the-moon actress mode, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't learn you come down the stairs. ``

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

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

'' Sorry, late dark, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

His face went Patrick White. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my legs off the table, noticing him scout. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. Young, I added, `` And I 'd appreciate it if you did n't fuck Brittany in the elbow 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 set up prick jab at his effort, `` you 're eighteen and an adult so I understand you have needs and I 'm sure enough 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 longsighted it 's been. ``

He was speechless.

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

I went to the bathroom, got out of my thigh senior high school, into the shower and used the shower head for a different intention as I imagined dropping to my knee, pulling out his stiff dick and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my head and fucking my face.

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

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

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

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

I was going to consecrate him the greatest Yuletide demonstrate ever ... ME.

... ..

Lord's Day at church, I stared at Jemma, still ineffective to fathom 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 second joint heights under her very conservative dress ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a double-dyed submissive to men, I had, on occasion class ago, a few Lesbian encounters, including a few where I was in charge. Then it hit me. The staring way to score my son was through the bitch.

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

Her smug smile disappeared instantly as her face went white.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It took him a bit to unbuckle the small strap with his big finger's breadth, but eventually he did. I slid my foot 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 lulu, '' 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 invertebrate foot juju freak like his father.

decision making to push it further, I asked, `` My understructure are killing me from wearing these hound. Would you be uncoerced to give your old bag of a female parent a foot massage ? ``

'' sure as shooting, '' he nodded, before adding, `` and you 're hardly old, Mom. ``

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

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

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

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

As he took my depart metrical foot in his manpower, I said, `` Just the intellection of it exhausts me. Plus, any man I dated I would liken to your father. He was one of a variety. ``

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

We were both silent for a brace of hour while he massaged my pes. I noticed him choose many quick glimpses up my pegleg. But I pretended to not notice. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Brittany serious ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

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

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

'' I could use a acquaintance with benefit situation, '' I sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could see his pass spinning. I could tell he was wondering if my foot 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 mission here sometimes. ``

'' okey, '' 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 glaring me out, '' he said. `` They just came out of the blue. ``

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

He actually laughed.

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

'' I have never heard you swear before this past duad of twenty-four hour period other than 'shit'a pair of times, '' he said.

'' Well, hearing you treat Breiz like a dispatch whore made me realize something, '' I said, letting my words linger as I did n't cease the sentence.

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

'' No, I 've said to a greater extent than I meant to, '' I said, starting to walk away.

'' Mom, you ca n't say something like that and then provide, '' 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 business firm'made my pussy tingle. He sounded exactly like his father.

'' It 's just, '' I began, trying to expect shy and anxious, a mite at my submissive side.

'' Just differentiate 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 debar eye contact.

'' Oh, '' he said.

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

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

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

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

'' Your Padre insisted I wear silk stocking every day for him and I ... '' I paused again.

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

'' It 's just, I do n't want you to think less of me, Cody, '' I said, looking uneasy and mortified. My years of acting in dramatic event productions were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, nothing you say can make me think LE of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' wellspring, its, just, um, your father 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 button-down teacher attire, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial table, `` in the bedchamber he was the captain and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to jam shock onto shock absorber, I added, `` So pick up you be dominant to Bretagne, calling her names and pounding her SOB, or what did you hollo it ? prick hole ? Well, that brought back computer storage of your Father-God 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 hole cum bucketful, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my promontory in my hands ... attempting to win an Oscar for sound performance in an incest seduction.

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

'' You must think I 'm some kind of fucked-up loose woman, '' I answered, tears forming.

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

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

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

This meter he stopped.

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

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

'' You can order 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.

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

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

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' You just told me to address you like I do my roll in the hay toy, '' he said back.

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my next words made my response seem petty and probably left him even more mazed. `` Well, I guess that would be faulty, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the bell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably mike. I invited him over to watch the dolphinfish vs greenness 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 eyes and answered, the same precise dominant tone his father used to use, `` Mom, do you want the truth ? ``

'' I think I can address the truth, '' I joked, looking skittish even as I slightly parodied my hubby 's front-runner movie.

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

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

I headed to my room needing to dress a lilliputian less slutty for my son 's supporter, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of December, four days before Christmas, when I came up with my succeeding naughty idea. William F. Cody was at the computer hardware entrepot where he worked in the summer. And during the vacation

I unwrapped all the confect canes, and began fucking myself with each one for a good min or two each, when the doorbell 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 door, 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, '' 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 table where I was sitting, spread my legs and ordered, `` In that showcase, come and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth ! '' she gasped, surprised.

'' Ass strumpet, '' 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 spread legs and wet pussy.

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

'' Begging, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the other eve 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 in yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your girl 's beau or for taking my son 's dick 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 pass off again, '' she said.

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

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

'' I 'll help oneself you get hold it, '' I replied, as I snapped my finger and pointed to my cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your girl 's boyfriend, in another woman 's home, while your husband is asleep at menage wrong too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneel in front of me.

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

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

I held her head there for a few second until I felt her natural language showtime licking.

'' trade good, strumpet, '' 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 tanning as I closed my heart and imagined Cody 's finally words yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd prepare you my three hole cum bucketful .'

I was confident that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum pail, 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 number one loves, their commencement lusts and their first of all onanism fantasies.

As I imagined being his slut, my climax built quickly and I came on the squawk 's face. Once done, I said, `` You may allow now. ``

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

Deciding I wanted to remember this here and now forever, I grabbed my phone and said, `` Do n't move, slovenly woman. ``

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

'' You look super slutty with pussy juice all over your fount, '' I smiled.

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

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

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of grade, '' I said, `` it 's good to own a cunt muncher across the street. ``

'' I 'm not a cunt muncher, '' she said, trying to be dignified, which was hilarious considering her face 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 tell my husband or daughter. ``

'' Your closed book is safety with me, '' I said.

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

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

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

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

I began rubbing myself as I looked at former stories he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories former than one called `` Mommies Make Good darling '' which was actually a tribade incest report ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest searches were from yesterday. Earlier browser history was more gangbang stories, anal stories, etc. He also had hundreds of painting of women in rayon stocking, almost all without heels on ( he indeed had the same fetich as his don ... rayons, but particularly nylon substructure ). He also had tons of picture, again almost all of them with cleaning lady in stockings : gangbang, couples, 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 last Night. It was called Cory Chase in Mother Mouthfuls. I had to snap on it. The mother sucked his prick, took it in her pussy and her ass before taking a duncish load mostly in her oral fissure 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 fourth dimension, before I got dressed and headed out to do some last bit Christmas 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 high 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 calculate good, '' I said. `` Is that O.K. ? ``

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

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your mother, '' I said, fishing for more compliments, as I brought a crustal plate 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 impart him a probability to tick off out my entire body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' wellspring, I guess it 's salutary than having an ugly female parent, '' I joked, as I went to the mesa with my home 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 assist it, I felt envious. I asked, `` Do you plan to bring 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 theatre too, and you are the man of the sign. You should be able to bonk who you want, when you want. ``

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

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

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

'' Um, okay, '' he nodded.

I decided to labor the boundaries even more. `` And as man of the house, I 'm expecting you to man up more around the planetary house. ``

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

'' Good that 's bring in, '' I said, before adding, `` and palpate free to fuck 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 slut girlfriend, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll dissemble you are your father and I am the slut. ``

'' I ca n't trust 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. `` grownup public lecture. But hearing what I heard the early night woke up my dormancy kitten. ``

'' 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 acknowledge he was well equipped, `` All the sluts I fuck scream that. ``

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

'' Oh my, apparently you 're already cook for your escort, '' I said.

His confidence oozing, obviously realizing he was unloosen to say whatever he wanted, `` I 'm always set up, Mom. Always. ``

'' Oh, to experience my own eighteen yr old, '' I sighed dramatically.

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

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

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

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

He laughed, `` Sure, Mom. But I need to get make, Bretagne will be here any minute now. ``

'' Okay, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you plan to land her vertebral column home tonight ? ``

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

Brittany arrived a few minutes later in a plaid bird, closely blouse and white nylons. I smiled, he obviously made his women wear nylons 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 way and pulled out the new toy dog I had bought that day. One was an eight inch paries hammer. I was hoping to have his intact tool in me soon and I wanted to get my farseeing neglected mess ready for the enceinte cock ever to make full me.

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

'' Yes, of trend, '' he said, pulling out of the concupiscent spell he was in.

'' Have fun tonight, '' I called out once the door was closed, a big smile on my aspect 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 inches inside my fevered pussy. I closed my oculus and imagined that instead of leaving, he walked over and shoved his putz in my mouth.

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

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

... ..

Tuesday and Wednesday were unbalanced Clarence Day as I went to spend some time with my mother, who lived a couple hours away. She would be coming over for Christmas supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a couple of Clarence Day helping her wrap presents, bake and so forth.

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

I got back Thursday afternoon, and the first thing I did was shave and shower. The minute matter I did was put a butt nag in my ass. The third thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussy. The one-quarter matter I did was text Cody.

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

He texted back a few arcminute later.

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

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

I typed back :

Cum nursing home soon.

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

Sorry, stupefied automobile correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on second joint high stockings, a lash to sustain the stopple 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, potential giving away everything before he even got home :

Did you savor the new flavoured candy canes ?

He texted back :

They were very addicting.

I smiled. He knew. I did n't respond though. I went and put the remote for the egg on the ledge where he would walk in with a big promissory 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 omit it.

The coupons included :

1 coupon for a approximate brass fuck of your mother

1 coupon for a Marathon fucking of your mom

1 coupon for a tight ass to fuck

1 coupon to surface your mommy 's case with cum

1 coupon to deposit a load in your Mom 's affectionate mouth

1 voucher to use a distich of handcuffs

1 coupon for a nylon-clad foot job

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

1 voucher to have your mother and the cunt Mrs. offspring in a 69

1 coupon for a blow job while you drive

1 coupon for a three hole marathon dark with your tenacious neglected mother

1 coupon for a bath with your momma

1 voucher for a tit fucking

1 coupon for a fist fucking of your Mother 's pussy

Present 2 !

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

Now, come to the living room.

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

I wrapped my legs and waist, leaving my stocking-clad feet open. I wrapped my amphetamine body as Charles Herbert Best I could. I put tinsel on my psyche, so much I could n't see a thing, and waited.

Anticipation coursed through me.

The egg teased me relentlessly.

Then the door opened ... and closed.

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

A twain of excruciating minutes later, where I had no musical theme how he was going to respond ( the longer he took, the more anxiousness I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` Holy shit, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

'' This is the best submit 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 coupons were an interesting feeling. ``

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

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

'' I 'd love to hump that tight ass off yours, baby, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

'' Yes, passe-partout, '' I answered, giving myself to him completely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Of course, you have worn them every day of my life-time 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 overnight complete 180 round around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't bottom how hearing me fuck who you said was Bretagne would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my peter is hard to hold out. ``

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

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my deal reaching for his cock, his already clay 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 aliveness. ``

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

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

He handed me the voucher for swallowing a load.

'' Mmmmmmmm, a dear scratch, '' I purred, taking the voucher, tossing it on the floor and taking his dick in my mouth.

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to pee erotic love to his tool, I was going to suck it like a cum hungry slut ... like a slavish slave.

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

'' Who needs Jemma, '' he groaned, after a brace of min. `` I have my own live-in cum bucketful. ``

I moaned on his dick in reaction, as I desperately wanted that first load.

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

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

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

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

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

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

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

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

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

'' wellspring, that is just wrong, '' he said, as he dropped to his genu in strawman of me.

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

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

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

'' Yes, infant, suck momma 's clit, make ma come, '' I moaned, as I put my helping hand in his hair.

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

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

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

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

Once my coming was done, I demanded, `` Use another voucher. ``

'' So many to prefer 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 bucketful, '' I purred.

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

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

'' Grab a blouse, keep it unbuttoned and then pass to the garage. Do n't bother with a doll. ``

'' 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 secure Mom tone.

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

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

'' You 're unsatiable, '' he said.

'' I have to make up for lost 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 Ithiel Town in unvarnished view. ``

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

'' Of form, '' he said.

I grabbed a pitch-dark blouse, put it on and headed to the garage.

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

'' I see, '' I smiled, as I fished out his cock, eager to leaven how much of a trollop I could be for him.

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

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

'' I did, '' he laughed.

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

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This time I took my fourth dimension. I swirled my tongue around his dense mushroom top. I created extra saliva to create a different sensation.

He groaned, `` SOB, your mouthpiece is like magic. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I 've been looking for a maestro for a duet of age, son. But no one came close to your Church Father. But when I heard you dominating that bitch and then watched it ... I knew I had found my consummate master key. ``

'' 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 twain of hour until he said, `` We 're here. ``

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

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll order a sept ingroup. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit loads in your two remaining cakehole. ``

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

He ordered.

And then we were at the 1st 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 vertebral column of my head go up and down.

'' Shoot, I did n't bring my pocketbook, '' Buffalo Bill Cody said. `` Slut, pay the man. ``

'' Yes, overlord, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my tits and reached down into my purse. I pulled out a twenty dollar bill, leaned over so my mamilla were completely in the undefendable 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 meal. ``

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may own a heart attack. ``

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

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

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

This time things got awkward.

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

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

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

'' She could n't await until we got plate, '' Buffalo Bill replied.

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

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

'' Yes, passkey, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my tits now in survey 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 secondly, allowing the girl to really get a good look at his gumshoe, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my philosophical system social class. ``

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

'' Want to munch her kitty ? '' William Frederick Cody asked.

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

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

'' geezerhood of detachment will do that to a person, '' I countered.

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

'' Yes, master copy, '' I obeyed, returning to his peter, 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, Mommy cum-bucket it 's time for repository telephone number two. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, surprise, but more than felicitous to oblige.

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

I quipped, wanting to sound nasty, `` Ready to become a literal mother fucker ? ``

'' Shit, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the nastiest, spicy slut I know. ``

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

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

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

'' Oh yes, baby, punt your mamma 's neglected cunt, '' I moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' In round of golf one, '' he said, as he kept spewing his seed deep inside me.

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

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

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

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

We ate in silence as we watched the news. Me only in second joint high school and my blouse.

Once I was done, I decided to make the initiative and moved to him on the lounge. I pulled his pants and underclothes off, moved a potty directly in battlefront of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad feet to his flaccid cock and started rubbing.

'' This, '' he began, with a grinning, `` is my bragging fantasy ever, ''

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

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

'' You really are your father '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 times I had sucked my married man or given him foot business while he watched television, worked on his laptop or read. I even sucked him off in the bathtub tub and once, while quite drunk, while he was on the can bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the only thing I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his hammer until it grew. Once difficult, I moved my understructure so I could give him a metrical foot job, which spread my branch awkwardly, presenting a very wide-eyed unresolved slit or my son to stare at.

'' This is literally the raging matter ever, '' he groaned.

'' What, the foot job or my gaping 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 groundwork, '' I purred.

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

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

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

'' wellspring, maybe you should fuck your mama 's asshole, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

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

'' Fuck Mommy 's smashed bastard 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 lubricating substance I had left near the television tie-up and asked, `` How do you need me ? ``

'' Riding my cock, '' he answered.

'' Oh, I see, '' I smiled, `` you really stand for I would be doing all the workplace. ``

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

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

'' Such a dirty slut, '' he countered, as he grabbed the lubricant, turned me around and poured lubricator on my ass impertinence. He then slid a finger's breadth inside my ass.

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

'' Want to work sure your ass is ready for my cock, '' he said.

'' I was born prepare, '' I replied, as he added a moment finger.

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a couple of minutes. Pulling his fingers out, he ordered, `` Now turn on my cock, mum cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to bear a really tool in my ass for the first 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 chest for balance wheel and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as good a embodiment as I used to be, so it was more inapt, but soon I was lowering my dickhead 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 mamma cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass widening for his thick pecker. A svelte burn that I knew was temp hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his entire nine inch cock buried mystifying in me.

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

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

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

'' Oh my God, '' I screamed, a variety of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

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

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

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

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

'' Oh yeah, ass adulteress, ride my shaft, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Having your female parent ride your putz like some cheap hussy as a Christmas present ? '' I asked.

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

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

I moaned, `` I could n't accord Sir Thomas More. ``

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

'' God, Mom, this tactile property 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 control of the ass fucking.

'' Oh yes, baby, ass shtup Mommy. lb her hoot hole with your massive hammer, '' I babbled, my orgasm building.

'' One death bucket to satiate, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in Mommy 's arsehole, '' I begged, as I moved my mitt to my fevered snatch. `` Shoot your cum up my defecate trap. ``

'' Oh, God, fuck, '' he said, a few hard strokes later as he spewed his tertiary warhead of the day in my tertiary hole.

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

'' seed 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.

'' Come now, Mommy cum-bucket, ass slut, hard worker, three hole incestuous bawd, 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 orgasm, before pulling out as we both crack up side by side of meat, completely spent.

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

He was my original, I was his cum bucket.

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

Somehow we had combined the best of both worlds together.

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

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

'' Merry Christmas, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a yucky smiling on my case, and added, `` Wait until New Year 's Eve. ''