The piles of odds and destruction had been scattered arbitrarily along the rows of table at the old geezer center. Stephen makes is way down the rows hoping to find something that he could buy for his mom's birthday. Stephen was never thrilled of his mother's birthday, as it always fell at the end of the schooling year and distracted her from every really letting him enjoy the end of school.

As the junk duad on for miles in this cramp warehouse of a store, a sudden shudder on the binding of Stephen's neck had him spin around. Along the back wall near the farthest corner set a lot of what looks to be some old-time token from northlands or something. As Stephen moved close to the table it was the wooden looking masque that captured his attention.

The dull jade color wood had a metallic element worn nose guard centered between the eye slits. As if drawn by an unknown voice Sir Leslie Stephen lifts it from the table to his boldness. Unnoticed by Stephen an elderly lady moves up behind him."Finding everything Sir,"she asked. Stephen nearly drops the masquerade party before turning to front at her."I think I found what I'm looking for ”, he answers back.

Sir Leslie Stephen had for the past 12 yr, from when he was six years old, been getting his mother odd giving for her birthday. This would be one of the leftover gifts he thought while paying the three dollar mark and nine cents. The cashier was a expectant looking man, with the intricate detail of a tribal tattoo of some character painted over his grimace blending into a wide-cut whiskers. Stephen thought little of all of this as he made his way home.

The meter went by with no further thoughts of the mask. Stephen put the masquerade party into a box and wrapped it in a bright garden pink wrapping report. Hiding the object in his closet until his mother's birthday. The day approached along with the end of Sir Leslie Stephen's high school day 24-hour interval. A sentence he knew was going to cause his mother to be more destitute and a piffling obtuse with what Stephen wanted to do.

Stephen was sitting at the kitchen tabular array when his mother walked in. Margaret stepped into the kitchen with a smile. Her frame was about five foot two, short red hair that did not pair due to the fact it was dyed. Her nose did have a little cute turn up and heart almost a shade of dull green that was on the leaflet of being pretty. Her petite consistence would probably have reached 110 hammer on a rainy day.

The small pinko box that set on the board caught her eye instantly."Stephen you remembered,"Margaret mumbled. Her birthday would entail the scratch of summertime break. That sentence where she and Stephen would be able-bodied to stagnate around the sign of the zodiac more often and spend some quality meter together. Ever since Stephen's father passed away from a work-related stroke, she felt like it was her duty to be both a fun-loving father, and a nurturing mother. One was far well-fixed to do then the other.

Margaret let her hands quickly unwrap the box and when she pulled the top off stared in skepticism at what was before her. Margaret was a fan of oldtimer and odd token, but was blown away by how interesting this mask appeared. Its color reminded her of a Vikings gravy holder or along that line."Where did you get this Stephen ”, she said lifting it up in her hired man and looking it over. Stephen just shrugged and seemed more interested in finishing his breakfast. Slowly Margaret lifted the mask to her human face. As it caressed her cutis her centre blink slowly and then pulls the masque away."I love it ”, she finally exclaims.

As Stephen nodded, she leaned over the board and kissed her son on the cheek. Something Sir Leslie Stephen felt was a picayune too personal and had to lean away to void the kiss lasting longer. The relaxation of the day was spent cleaning and finishing laundry while Stephen was at schooling. Margaret found a place right next to her bed that seemed to let the mask sit comfortably."I 'll will you here for a petty while ”, Margaret mused while she finished making her bed.

Night time had just fallen on their little sleepy Ithiel Town and Margaret was worried about Stephen. He was known to attend out a few times with his Quaker, but on her birthday. She slowly laid on her bed and was starting to feel lonely. It was so long ago that she was with her husband and had yet to even originate dating. Her center closed and images of somebody that looked like him started to fill her mind. She decided it would be alright as she was alone.

One hand slid down her dead body and came to reside along her belly. Rubbing a belittled forget me drug around her belly button before traveling further. Her night pants waist band provided no resistance to her hired hand as it moved down and she felt the familiar prickling of touching her muliebrity. She giggled to herself at how she found it form of exhilarating to imagine different scenarios with that special soul. Margaret opened her eyes once and saw the mask, wondering how it would look on her while she lay in bed.

The exercising weight of the mask felt cloggy as Margaret lifted it up and brought it to her look. Her other mitt still down on herself slowly moving in slender rophy. When the wood touched her hide, a sudden power seemed to hang over her body and down to her toes. The room felt like it was spinning and spinning. Instead it was Margaret that spun so fast the air in the 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 body was marvelous, growing an extra five column inch. The Night clothes had combined into the most scantily clad blue night dress she could ever ideate. The low breast which hardly had need for a bra where pressing to the terminus ad quem of the garb. Killer double D's that leaning over even a bit let the tops of expectant areola peek out. Her hands ran down her thighs and back to her ass which pushed out to leave the bottom of a goddess.

The mask itself was pulled smooth and sloshed along her skin over her face. Margaret could see her hair was sticking out the binding in a lush long ponytail that had the tips dyed gullible. A smiling creeps over her font before she lifts up each breast in her manus and lets them light with a bounce."Haaaaat and spicy-eeeee ”, says Margaret with long drawn out vocalism. As the sight in the mirror was pleasing to her heart the sound of the front door opening had her sliding up to the hall and then down to the kitchen.

Stephen was home late and had a bum night. His buds had ended up ditching him for some little girl that didn't show one ounce of interest in him. Stepping into the kitchen Stephen filled up a methamphetamine of piss and started to deal a long deep drink. Stepping away from the sink and turning to head to the living room let Sir Leslie Stephen see the most gorgeous woman he had ever imagined standing at the door way.

With a brassy spitting auditory sensation, Stephen let the piddle fly out of his lip and dropped the glass in surprise. Before it hit the land, Margaret slid up and let the cup touch her foot, flicked it up with a little kick and grasped the falling cup. Quickly she placed it on the counterpunch and with a wicked grinning put a finger to Stephen's mouth to silence any attempt to speak."Hey there cutie, your mom sent me over this night to impart you a highschool shoal graduation gift ”, Margaret said."The epithet Megan, my friends call me Meg, and please don't make me beg ”, Margaret was now calling herself Meg. Sir Leslie Stephen was left in verbalise bewilderment.

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

It was true and Stephen felt his nerve flush. The only meter he got close was about three long time ago with his best friend's sister. Only when it came down to the mo, Sir Leslie Stephen's face 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 enough to truly do what he wanted. Yet as Stephen watches the way this mystery cleaning woman seemed to be in full control. It gave Stephen a slight nausea touch sensation in his stomach."I…just don't think I am fix for this ”, he mumbled.

Meg was only spired on Thomas More to ascertain her son was taken precaution of. Meg's hands worked the button on his pants open and his zipper down. The sight of her sons half erect prick had Meg's eyes do a double take when the gasp and drawers slide down to the solid ground. Meg was hungry and wanting this, she was unsure why it felt so good to be with her son. The desire seeming to push her over the edge, a way to fill a missing thrill in her life-time. The tip of Stephen's cock was at Sami stage as her mouth, she opened her lips and let the head sliding board in.

Stephen was overtaken by the vivid pleasure. It was as if the most heavenly feeling was wrapping his cock with the mix of affectionateness and wetness. Her saliva providing the mysterious sensation and allowed himself to slide abyssal within her mouth. He watched his cock disappear beyond her green lips and was hardly cognisant of the skin-tight mask she wore."Meg, that is unbelievable ”, he groaned.

Meg only smiled and then her knife decided to let itself go wild. It started to wrap around his total shaft and wring and rub all over. Then she gave a little tap on her promontory as if hitting a button and her pharynx began to vacillate with a deep hum. The facial expression on Stephen's brass changed from enjoyment to pure bliss. Meg could feel his body stiffen up and the muscular tissue on his ass jam together."I'm cumming ”, Stephen moans out.

Meg pushes herself down on her son cock all the way. Letting it nuzzle where the tip was directing his hot thick cum down to her belly. Like a hungry wolf she guzzles it all in big gulps. Her tongue starts to slide from the bottom understructure up to the tip, helping to milk out every drop. When the death bit fills her belly, she lets her sons dick glided pass her brim."Don't go hitch on me yet big boy, your mom said the whole night."Stephen just stood there shocked and nodded. Meg jumps up and lands into Stephen's limb like a princess."To the chamber my knight ”, and as Stephen looks down it appeared, he was dressed as a white knight clad in armor. The solitary explanation was a mild hallucination from cumming like a wild animal.

Meg felt like a feather in his arms with her boob snuggled up against his chest while he made his way to his bedroom."No no, to your mother's bedroom. Its expectant ”, and Stephen complied to her postulation. Moving into the room it had changed quite a bit as if set up to be a queen's living quarters. Stephen set Meg on the bed. His eyes were amazed at how the silk blue garb she had been wearing was now looking like a slim down lacy silk Nox shirt and null else. Her breast visible under the transparent material. The wind of her teat had a duo of piercings that looked a bit odd to Stephen. A boring silver looking hammer in one, a defile gold looking wolf head and prat for the other.

Meg felt Stephen's heart staring at her breast and then gave them a trivial shake."All yours tonight big boy ”, Meg spoke seductively. Stephen discarded the quietus of his clothing on the flooring."My word Meg, mom has never done something like this for me. I don't understand. Why would she extend such a womanhood for me ”, he asked ? Meg simply laid back and as she did her legs spread apart wide."If you want to blab about your mother do it from here."Her implements of war reach out towards him and as if extending a bit further then they should be able 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 pussy. Stephen's stifle were shaking and his hand felt sweaty, a alien, a alien was about to film his virginity. Her oral fissure came up to meet his vex nerve and her tongue, that not so long ago made his dick saltation like a Billie Jean King, was now playfully touching his own. That's when her legs wrapped around him and without any ohmic resistance, he felt his cock swoop into her woman hood.

Meg was so wet it felt like a waterfall down there. As her ass lay on the bed, Meg noticed her cheeks had become drench with her own juices. She was More than ready, and had waited to long for something like this. This tactual sensation was letting her assurance and wild position have full reign and would not quit 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 years ago.

Stephen was feeling like a new man. Touching her astuteness with the end of his turncock had him grinding in full-of-the-moon on lustfulness, still wanting more. This adult female was perfect, as if made for him, even with her big breast. Maybe if they had leaked Milk it would make up for them being a fiddling to big. Stephen had a thing for tiny bosom. Then his hips begin to pull back and push forward in rapid thrust. Locking his sassing with her as the osculation seemed to deepen.

Meg's bureau felt tight and as if by some variety of mogul, her knocker suddenly had a wet warm tactual sensation cascade down her sides. The bakshis of her nipples were pressing up against Stephen's chest of drawers. That did not stop the overflow of burst of Milk River where the pierced gratuity start to drop. Stephen seemed to detect and lifted himself up while still pumping away."Oh infant, would you like some of my wholesome milk ”, Meg asked as if it was expected.

Stephen nodded and let his lips glide down to her large breast and sucked the woman chaser into his lips and felt the tender gush of Milk River overflow in his mouth. With his own big draught, the liquidness started to fill his belly. Stephen felt his dream womanhood was more double-dyed then even in his dreams.

Meg was ineffectual to check herself. As her son pushes in and out of her, it was a constant wave of delight building up over and over, driving her even more disturbed. Her first orgasm was not only massive in joy, it was monolithic in her release of her liquidity."You are making me cum babe ”, she finally screams out and Stephen is capable to peek down while sucking on her mammilla to watch a flood of slit juice shoot out like a hosepipe. It felt like a hot tub and was almost as very much while he kept fucking the woman below him.

Meg had her first coming and wanted Sir Thomas More. Without warning and unnatural strength, her body pushed herself up and Stephen is forced to lay down on his dorsum. Meg was still impelled on her son's cock ; her smiling was grinning ear to ear."My spell boy,"she mumbled as her dead body starts to slide up and down his shaft. Sir Leslie Stephen was in a shock of lust from the aroma of her fair sex succus and just the feeling she was causing him.

Stephen watches as the woman above him has her milk almost running down in stream over her eubstance while sliding up and down. Then faster and faster she is moving, almost in a blur her snatch was squeezing his cock and he knew he wouldn't terminal much longer."Oh Meg, I am close, I am about to cum ”, he started to protest. He did not want to cum in a unknown, he knew nothing about her and if she was dependable to do that.

Meg looks down at her son and with even more personnel slide her body down and put her chest against and gave him one Sir Thomas More kiss when she starts to labor her cervix against his hammer's head. Stephen is unable to withstand any to a greater extent and erupts inside. His cum spraying her inner deepness and even coating her uterus with his hot chummy cum. Meg was more than slaked and had no regrets while feeling her boy let himself orgasm inside.

Stephen had never cum so much nor cum so hard. His body felt like a world of blissfulness and was unable to do more than just finish cumming and passing out. The exhilaration causing him to keep himself arduous for a longsighted time even after falling asleep. Meg stayed on top of her son for a while and then kissed his brass before falling asleep herself.

When the irradiation of light started to flow into the window Meg woke up first. Margaret was blinking for a moment and noticed the rough looking masquerade lying next to her son's oral sex as he slept. Her torso felt promiscuous than yesterday and noticed her breast where back to normal size and her ass was no yearner that sexy house of cards butt it had been yesterday.

Although the thin feeling of her eubstance was returning to normal. She had the most intense whizz tactual sensation in her pussy. A few more blinking chickweed had her realize her son was below her consistency 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 Sir Leslie Stephen and looks at his sleeping eubstance. It was inviolable and immature looking, like his Fatherhood long ago. Her manpower grasp around the masquerade party and quietly she makes her way out of her room to the hallway bathroom to clean up .