The piles of odds and close had been scattered arbitrarily along the rows of tables at the Antique mall. Stephen makes is way down the rows hoping to see something that he could buy for his mom's birthday. Sir Leslie Stephen was never thrilled of his mother's birthday, as it always fell at the end of the school class and distracted her from every really letting him love the end of school.

As the junk spans on for mi in this cramped warehouse of a depot, a sudden tingle on the backbone of Stephen's neck had him spin around. Along the backrest bulwark near the farthest box set a bunch of what looks to be some old-time items from northlands or something. As Stephen moved close to the mesa it was the wooden looking mask that captured his attention.

The dull jade gloss woodwind instrument had a metallic element worn nose guard centered between the eye pussy. As if drawn by an unknown voice Sir Leslie Stephen lifts it from the mesa to his face. Unnoticed by Stephen an older lady moves up behind him."Finding everything Sir,"she asked. Stephen nearly drops the mask before turning to look at her."I think I found what I'm looking for ”, he answers back.

Stephen had for the preceding 12 years, from when he was six years old, been getting his mother odd gifts for her birthday. This would be one of the rum gifts he thought while paying the three dollars and nine cent. The cashier was a large looking man, with the intricate details of a tribal tattoo of some case painted over his facial expression blending into a full beard. Stephen thought little of all of this as he made his way home.

The clock time went by with no foster thoughts of the masque. Stephen put the mask into a box and wrapped it in a bright pink wrapping paper. Hiding the objective in his closet until his mother's birthday. The day approached along with the end of Stephen's high school 24-hour interval. A time he knew was going to cause his mother to be more than needy and a little obtuse with what Stephen wanted to do.

Sir Leslie Stephen was sitting at the kitchen table when his mother walked in. Margaret stepped into the kitchen with a smile. Her figure was about five base two, short red hair that did not couple due to the fact it was dyed. Her olfactory organ did possess a little cute turn up and oculus almost a tint of dull Green River that was on the cusp of being middling. Her tiny dead body would probably have reached 110 Cypriot pound on a showery day.

The small garden pink box that set on the table caught her eye instantly."Stephen you remembered,"Margaret mumbled. Her birthday would mean the kickoff of summer good luck. That time where she and Stephen would be able to laze around the sign more often and spend some quality fourth dimension together. Ever since Stephen's father passed away from a work-related accident, she felt like it was her duty to be both a fun-loving father, and a nurturing mother. One was far easy to do then the other.

Margaret let her hands quickly unwrap the box and when she pulled the top off stared in disbelief at what was before her. Margaret was a fan of oldtimer and odd items, but was blown away by how matter to this mask appeared. Its people of color reminded her of a Vikings boat or along that line."Where did you get this Stephen ”, she said lifting it up in her workforce and looking it over. Stephen just shrugged and seemed more matter to in finishing his breakfast. Slowly Margaret lifted the mask to her fount. As it caressed her skin her heart blink slowly and then pulls the mask away."I love it ”, she finally exclaims.

As Stephen nodded, she leaned over the board and kissed her son on the cheek. Something Stephen felt was a little too personal and had to tilt away to avoid the kiss lasting longer. The sleep of the day was spent cleansing and finishing laundry while Sir Leslie Stephen was at school. Margaret found a place right next to her bed that seemed to let the mask sit comfortably."I 'll leave you here for a footling while ”, Margaret mused while she finished making her bed.

nighttime time had just fallen on their short sleepy-eyed townspeople and Margaret was worried about Stephen. He was known to hang out a few times with his acquaintance, but on her birthday. She slowly laid on her bed and was starting to find lonely. It was so long ago that she was with her married man and had yet to even pop dating. Her eyes closed and range of mortal that looked like him started to fill her mind. She decided it would be alright as she was alone.

One hand slid down her body and came to rest along her belly. Rubbing a small forget me drug around her belly push button before traveling further. Her night pants waist band provided no resistance to her helping hand as it moved down and she felt the comrade tingle of touching her fair sex. She giggled to herself at how she found it form of exhilarating to guess unlike scenarios with that special someone. Margaret opened her optic once and saw the masquerade, wondering how it would look on her while she lay in bed.

The weight of the masque felt fleshy as Margaret lifted it up and brought it to her grimace. Her other script still down on herself slowly moving in rebuff roundabout. When the wood touched her cutis, a sudden force seemed to course over her body and down to her toes. The elbow room felt like it was spinning and spinning. Instead it was Margaret that spun so fast the air in the elbow room was blown about as if a tornado was crashing through the recently cleaned bedroom.

When the spinning had stopped the door-mirror reflected what Margaret had become. Her soundbox was tall, growing an extra five inch. The night clothes had combined into the most scantily clad aristocratic nighttime attire she could ever ideate. The modest breast which hardly had need for a bra where pressing to the limits of the apparel. grampus double D's that leaning over even a bit let the superlative of large areola peek out. Her hands ran down her thighs and back to her ass which pushed out to provide the buns of a goddess.

The mask itself was pulled smooth and tight along her peel over her face. Margaret could see her hair was sticking out the vertebral column in a lush long ponytail that had the tips dyed Green. A smile crawling over her face before she lifts up each breast in her hired man and lets them fall with a bounce."Haaaaat and spicy-eeeee ”, says Margaret with long drawn out voice. As the sight in the mirror was pleasing to her eyes the strait of the front end door opening had her sliding up to the hallway and then down to the kitchen.

Stephen was home late and had a bum night. His buds had ended up ditching him for some lady friend that didn't show one ounce of interest in him. Stepping into the kitchen Sir Leslie Stephen filled up a looking glass of water and started to occupy a foresightful cryptic drunkenness. Stepping away from the sink and turning to head to the keep room let Stephen see the most gorgeous woman he had ever imagined standing at the door way.

With a loud spitting sound, Stephen let the urine fly out of his mouth and dropped the glass in surprise. Before it hit the ground, Margaret slid up and let the cup touch her groundwork, flicked it up with a svelte thrill and grasped the falling cup. Quickly she placed it on the counter and with a arch grinning put a finger to Stephen's mouth to silence any attempt to speak."Hey there cutie, your mom sent me over tonight to give you a high shoal graduation gift ”, Margaret said."The names Megan, my protagonist call me Meg, and please don't make me beg ”, Margaret was now calling herself Meg. Stephen was left in utter bewilderment.

Finally, Sir Leslie Stephen spoke after taking in the slew of this goddess of a girl filling his eyes."Mom sent you for a gift, what kind of… I mean where is mom ”, Sir Leslie Stephen was taking the entropy but had trouble processing it all. Meg simply shook her finger in a tisk-tisk motility."Not for you to interest about, when a woman sets her mind to a chore let her do as she ask ”, Meg then put both custody on her son's chest and then slowly lowered herself down to her knee joint."Let me guess, never been with a woman have you ”, Meg said.

It was true and Stephen felt his cheek flush. The lone sentence he got close was about three years ago with his skillful champion's baby. Only when it came down to the moment, Sir Leslie Stephen's nerves wavered and he chickened out. Later the sister said thank you for not going all the way, it still hurt that he was never man sufficiency to truly do what he wanted. Yet as Stephen watches the way this mystery woman seemed to be in full control. It gave Stephen a slight nausea flavor in his tum."I…just don't think I am cook for this ”, he mumbled.

Meg was only spired on more to ensure her son was taken charge of. Meg's hands worked the button on his drawers opened and his zip fastener down. The mint of her son one-half erect cock had Meg's centre do a double return when the pants and pugilist slide down to the ground. Meg was hungry and wanting this, she was diffident why it felt so estimable to be with her son. The desire seeming to push her over the edge, a way to satisfy a missing thrill in her life. The tip of Sir Leslie Stephen's turncock was at same point as her back talk, she opened her lips and let the capitulum slideway in.

Stephen was overtaken by the intense pleasure. It was as if the most heavenly touch was wrapping his shaft with the mix of warmth and wetness. Her saliva providing the recondite sensation and allowed himself to slide unfathomable within her mouth. He watched his cock disappear beyond her green lips and was hardly aware of the skintight mask she wore."Meg, that is incredible ”, he groaned.

Meg only smiled and then her tongue decided to let itself go wild. It started to wrap around his stallion shaft and squeeze and rub all over. Then she gave a little tap on her head as if hitting a push and her throat began to vibrate with a deep hum. The face on Stephen's face changed from enjoyment to pure blissfulness. Meg could feel his body stiffen up and the muscle on his ass jam together."I'm cumming ”, Stephen moans out.

Meg pushes herself down on her sons cock all the way. Letting it nuzzle where the tip was directing his hot midst cum down to her belly. Like a hungry wolf she guzzles it all in big gulps. Her spit starts to slip from the bottom base up to the tip, helping to milk out every pearl. When the shoemaker's last bit fills her stomach, she lets her sons dick glided pass her lips."Don't go hitch on me yet big boy, your mom said the solid night."Sir Leslie Stephen just stood there shocked and nodded. Meg jumps up and lands into Sir Leslie Stephen's arms like a princess."To the bedroom my knight ”, and as Stephen looks down it appeared, he was dressed as a white knight clad in armor. The merely explanation was a mild hallucination from cumming like a wild animal.

Meg felt like a feather in his arms with her breast snuggled up against his breast while he made his way to his bedroom."No no, to your female parent's bedchamber. Its bigger ”, and Sir Leslie Stephen complied to her petition. Moving into the room it had changed quite a bit as if set up to be a poof's quarters. Stephen set Meg on the bed. His centre were amazed at how the silk blue air dress she had been wearing was now looking like a slim down lacy silk night shirt and nothing else. Her chest seeable under the transparent fabric. The summit of her tit had a pair of piercings that looked a bit odd to Stephen. A tedious silver looking hammering in one, a sully amber looking wolf point and quarter for the other.

Meg felt Stephen's optic staring at her breast and then gave them a little milkshake."All yours tonight big boy ”, Meg spoke seductively. Sir Leslie Stephen discarded the remainder of his clothing on the base."My word Meg, mom has never done something like this for me. I don't understand. Why would she extend such a woman for me ”, he asked ? Meg simply laid back and as she did her legs spread apart all-embracing."If you want to talk about your mother do it from here."Her arms reach out towards him and as if extending a bit further then they should be capable to, they grab Stephen's shoulder and pull him on top of her.

Laying upon this woman Stephen felt how his cock was already kissing the outer lips of her kitty. Sir Leslie Stephen's knee joint were shaking and his hands felt sweaty, a stranger, a alien was about to film his virginity. Her mouth came up to meet his worried face and her tongue, that not so long ago made his dick dancing like a baron, was now playfully touching his own. That's when her leg wrapped around him and without any resistor, he felt his prick slide into her cleaning woman hood.

Meg was so wet it felt like a waterfall down there. As her ass lay on the bed, Meg noticed her cheek had become soaked with her own juice. She was to a greater extent than ready, and had waited to yearn for something like this. This flavor was letting her confidence and wild side have full sovereignty and would not stop for anything. As the tip of Meg's son's cock buried itself inside her it felt as if this was right and should have happened eld ago.

Stephen was feeling like a new man. Touching her depths with the end of his peter had him grinding in full on lust, still wanting more. This woman was utter, as if made for him, even with her big bosom. Maybe if they had leaked Milk it would make up for them being a little to big. Stephen had a thing for tiny breast. Then his hips begin to pull out back and push forward in rapid thrusts. Locking his lips with her as the kiss seemed to deepen.

Meg's chest felt tight and as if by some variety of baron, her boob suddenly had a wet warm feeling cascade down her side of meat. The tips of her pap were pressing up against Sir Leslie Stephen's chest. That did not arrest the overflow of burst of Milk River where the pierced hint start to drop. Stephen seemed to acknowledge and lifted himself up while still pumping away."Oh baby, would you like some of my wholesome Milk River ”, Meg asked as if it was expected.

Sir Leslie Stephen nodded and let his brim glide down to her great breast and sucked the Friedrich August Wolf into his lips and felt the warm gush of milk overflow in his sass. With his own big gulps, the liquid started to satiate his belly. Sir Leslie Stephen felt his dream woman was more perfect then even in his dreams.

Meg was ineffectual to control herself. As her son get-up-and-go in and out of her, it was a constant wave of pleasure building up over and over, driving her even more crazy. Her first orgasm was not only massive in pleasure, it was monolithic in her release of her liquids."You are making me cum child ”, she finally screams out and Stephen is able to glance down while sucking on her teat to observe a overflow of pussy juices shoot out like a hose. It felt like a hot tub and was almost as much while he kept fucking the adult female below him.

Meg had her outset orgasm and wanted more. Without warning and unnatural strong suit, her body pushed herself up and Stephen is forced to lay down on his spinal column. Meg was still impelled on her son's rooster ; her smile was grinning ear to ear."My tour boy,"she mumbled as her body starts to slide up and down his shaft. Sir Leslie Stephen was in a daze of lecherousness from the scent of her cleaning woman succus and just the feeling she was causing him.

Sir Leslie Stephen watches as the adult female above him has her milk almost running down in flow over her body while sliding up and down. Then faster and faster she is moving, almost in a blur her pussy was squeezing his dick and he knew he wouldn't last much longer."Oh Meg, I am close, I am about to cum ”, he started to protest. He did not want to cum in a stranger, he knew zip about her and if she was rubber to do that.

Meg looks down at her son and with even more force swoop her body down and laid her breast against and gave him one more kiss when she starts to grind her neck against his pecker's head. Stephen is unable to resist any more and erupts inside. His cum spraying her internal depths and even coating her womb with his hot thick-skulled cum. Meg was more than fill and had no regrets while feeling her boy let himself orgasm inside.

Stephen had never cum so much nor cum so concentrated. His body felt like a universe of bliss and was ineffective to do more than just finale cumming and passing out. The exhilaration causing him to keep open himself hard for a recollective prison term even after falling asleep. Meg stayed on top of her son for a patch and then kissed his impudence before falling benumbed herself.

When the radio beam of light started to flow into the window Meg woke up first. Margaret was blinking for a second and noticed the bumpy looking mask lying next to her son's head as he slept. Her body felt lighter than yesterday and noticed her boob where back to normal size and her ass was no foresightful that sexy burble butt it had been yesterday.

Although the flimsy flavour of her dead body was returning to normal. She had the most intense sense experience feeling in her pussy. A few Thomas More blinks had her agnize her son was below her body and that something soft, yet filling, was wedged inside her pussy."Oh, oh no ”, she had her son's cock inside her. Slowly she climbs off Stephen and looks at his sleeping torso. It was strong and untested looking, like his Fatherhood long ago. Her deal grasp around the masquerade and quietly she makes her way out of her room to the hallway bathroom to pick up .