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My Son 's Xmas present tense

A Mother 's Desires Series



It 's been three years since the bomb calorimeter dropped. That night my hubby woke us and rush along us into our backyard bomb shelter. I remember the sky was Orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet sens to the threshold of the protection. I grabbed my son and ran in, a feeling of safety washing over me. My husband called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a bitch ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew total well the `` something '' he had to get was my younger sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not deliver made it to my mother 's house because he never came back. He locked the door from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless someone finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My husband had finished the shelter and stocked it with decent food to cobbler's last a hundred years, guns and ammunition, furniture and used it as depot for our Christmas decoration. But other than that we had nothing. No TVs, no computers, no movies, no games, zero. So, for the finally three years my son and I have been in this turkey shelter with absolutely nothing to do. leash Christmastime 's with no present, three birthday with no cake, three fucking years with nothing ! It has been very backbreaking to find out my son suffer over the years. He feels abandoned by his don, and he is so pent-up with emotion and hormone that I 'm afraid he will explode soon. We are coming up on our 4th Christmastide in the protection, and I am determined to make believe this Christmastide worth something for my son. I do n't bang how, but this year my son will take in a present under that stunned plastic tree, I have stared at for three years !

'' Mom, it 's so hot in here ! I 'm going to die ! '' Billy said wiping sweat off his face.

'' I know sweetheart, mom is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the floor, effort running down his body. `` postulate your Father Christmas hat off love, that will cool you off. If you have to, strip down to your underwear like mum. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panty. The heat was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to move ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his arms and legs out in a motion of licking. I decided to change the subject. One more than Holy Scripture about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

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

'' Fuck Christmas Day ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! take in your words Danton True Young man ! '' I growled back. He paid my protest no judgement and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it weigh ? Christmas sucks ! nada ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of high temperature just like every former day. God, I ca n't stop sweating ! '' He finished, wiping sweat off his brow and flinging it off his script towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

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

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

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

'' Yeah, when ever you are in the living room sweating, this look fills the air. I do n't know why, but it smells really in force to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and panties, both were soaked in swither, but my pantie were drenched, and I immediately knew what smell he was talking about. obstruct I stammered on.

'' I 'm sorry sweetheart, I know mommy is stinky down there. I will try not to smell so very much, baby, I 'm sorry. '' He looked at me with mental confusion on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the smell. I wish I could smell out it all the prison term. I wish I could smell it closer. '' I could n't believe my capitulum, he wants to smell it closer ? With a flavor of jolt and horror on my case I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to smell it closer ? What do you mean dear ? '' I said looking at the level, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He did n't hesitate to reply, almost eager to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smack it closer, like stick my face up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a expiration for watchword. After a minute of quiet, looking down at my stage, I worked up the courage to speak again.

'' Baby ? You do recognise that the smell you are talking about is coming from mummy 's vagina and anus right ? From my privates ? That smell is a dirty smelling. It 's not near. People get smelly down there, both fille and boys. Thai why we need to wash off down there often. '' It was hard to detain sporty in the protection. I did n't know how a great deal pee we had, so I made the decisiveness that we would only rent sponge tub. It meant never feeling shower fresh, but I would prefer that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his clothes were drenched in sweat too. My memory was then jogged of a familiar olfactory perception in the air on hot solar day. A pleasant scent, a aroma I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my drumhead. That aroma was my son 's body olfactory property, the smell of my son 's dick. I choked, almost throwing up dot in my oral fissure. I ca n't trust it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty shaft and my son is attracted to the look of my unclean pussy !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't avail it. It makes me feel these Wyrd feelings. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could stick my face in it right now ! '' He cut in as my head was spinning from the Revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to shut this down immediately. I could not throw my son lusting after the sense of smell of my lousy puss !

'' Billy ! Do you make what you just said ? You want to stick your side in your mother 's crotch ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His cheeks turned red as anger injection across his face.

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

'' No child, mum 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is wrong, I 'm just saying it 's strange for a boy to want to do that to his mother. '' There, that should calm him down, survive thing I want is for him to fly off the handle. lastly metre it happened he was so aggressive I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smell you ? '' He said with a big smile on his brass. `` Stick my face in your crotch and smell for as long as I want ? '' shock absorber came over me. I ca n't believe this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to ingest to handle this delicately.

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

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

'' Baby no ! Mommy did n't say you ca n't do it, delight calm down, you do n't want to get yourself upset on Yule Eve. '' He started to settle down down to my ministration. But now I have a major job. I am pretty for sure my son is about to perplex his face in my privates and smack my dirty pussy and asshole. He slowly got up and started to take the air towards me. My heart started beating faster, I could feel the rake rushing to my side as my ears began to ring and a hot flash rolled over my body. He stood rectify in battlefront of me now. I looked up at his face and could see unrelenting finding. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my pegleg and lifted my feet up onto the edge of the couch in submission, exposing my white panties now almost see through from the drenching lather. My pussy was clearly outlined and my panty were wedged up between my ass face exposing one nerve More than the other, leaving an indenture of my asshole.

He dropped to his genu and looked at my crotch with calf love. I turned my fountainhead and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nose was an inch from my crotch, right between my pussy and shit. He made loud inhaling auditory sensation as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my kitty-cat again and the outline seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusedness until I realized profligate was rushing to my private sphere and engorging my pussy brim. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't experience anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my privates, his nuzzle burying itself an in into my cunt hole, my scanty straining to proceed him out. I jumped as a electrical shock wave of feelings erupted through my eubstance like an explosion. My caput slammed back against the couch pull my shirt back, causing the textile to rub against my teat. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half inch in length. This was unbelievable, my teat have never been this hard. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jerking of physical feelings shot through my consistency. I looked down at my son again, his head and olfactory organ moving up and down furiously from my snatch to my asshole. He started going a little higher each time and then I felt it.

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

As I regained cognisance, I noticed the rubbing in my crotch had stopped. I looked up and nightstick was standing in front of me covered in purulent juice and grool. A shocked look on his look, mouth open air and speechless.

'' Are you okay baby ? '' I asked looking at him in concern. I do n't know why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A mother 's erotic love I suppose.

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

'' Oh ! I 'm sorry baby. Do n't occupy, mommy is hunky-dory. That was n't pee child, I promise. It 's what little girl do if you do thing like stick your face in their crotch. It was n't a bad matter, I promise. '' My Son looked at me like he wanted more. So, I quickly asked, `` Are you happy now ? Did you get what you wanted ? Do you sense better ? '' He started to lower himself to his genu inching forward.

'' Yes and no. I want to a greater extent now. '' He said. I immediately shut my legs like a birth trap.

'' I 'm sad baby, once is enough for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Christmas and Santa is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for good son who go to kip on clip. '' I hoped to God he would live with that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

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

'' billystick I promise, you will have a present under the tree tomorrow sunrise, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God avail me, I prayed. If I ca n't get him to bed soon, this nighttime is going to end badly for me.

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

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

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

'' Good night baby, sweet dreams. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his cheek he moved his lips towards mine and I felt moisture intermission out onto my mouth as his natural language tried to enter. I clasped my sass tight and braced for his anger at my refusal, but none came. The scent of my snatch filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my human face. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my centre and watched, holding my breathing place as he walked into his room and shut his threshold.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no present for him and LE than eight hours to imagine of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Dec 25 tree and fell on my knee joint in despair. I was terrified about not having something under that tree diagram for my son when he woke up in the sunup. Terrified of his anger, that will come from it.

'' God avail me. What am I going to put under this Christmas tree ? '' I said in a voicelessness. I looked up towards the far side of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only thing I can pass on him, I thought to myself with a helpless chuckle. He 'd like that, I mused. Then, I felt a vellication in my pussy, and intellection of my son taking me right here under the tree filled my fountainhead. I tried desperately to force them out but it was too belatedly. I felt wetness building in my pantie as persona of my son 's cock sliding in and out of me danced in my head like simoleons plums. My pussy started to ache and I could feel my clit getting surd. I bit my lip and slid my hand into my soaked panties as I layed back under the tree. The climax my son had given me, left me wanting more. As my hotness increased, it took over my mind, blocking all rational thought. My finger hit my clit as it moved down to my pussycat hole, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clit. I pictured his pass in between my stage again, smelling and licking. I pulled my hand out of my panties and a turgid Strand of pussy juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you need to smell mommy 's pussy juice child ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my ramification right then and there. I shoved my bridge player back into my step-in as my clitoris screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a round apparent motion. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clit was n't going to contract me over the edge. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my right pap and squeezed. Bright stars erupted before my eyes as my sexual climax rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the hug drug, all the while dreaming of my son 's prick plunging in and out of me. Heaven slowly faded, and while my pussy felt satisfied, a shameful notion took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal position regretting what I had just done. After a few hour of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my kitty-cat twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my sons cock has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's hammer ! I knew my snatch would n't be satisfied without a proper throb but there were no dildos in the turkey protection. The only matter I could find over the years to perplex in my pussy was the handle of a screwing device driver which was low and hard as hell. My cunt twitched again, reminding me that there was one soft rod I could ride. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my head. Slowly I started to rationalize the office as an excuse to get what my puss wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world has ended. We have n't seen anyone for days. He 's getting out of hand. He will probably end up raping me anyway. It 's only inevitable that this happens. '' I said aloud, laying on my back and looking up at the ceiling. Besides, I thought. We could be the concluding two masses on world. Who am I to refuse my son the pleasures of knowing a woman ? Who am I to abnegate my cunt the pounding its begging for ? The very fate of the man wash could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be tremendous ! I realized sitting up straight in fervour. It would sacrifice both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmastide present tomorrow morning. The safe Christmas face any boy could get. slit. Well, and maybe a little sucking too. I thought as I felt another tinge in my pussy while licking my sass, hungry for putz .