Dark Fantasies metier

My Son 's Christmas present

A female parent 's Desires serial



It 's been three years since the bombs dropped. That Night my husband woke us and rushed us into our backyard bomb shelter. I remember the sky was orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet locoweed to the doorway of the shelter. I grabbed my son and ran in, a impression of refuge washing over me. My married man called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a beef ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew full well the `` something '' he had to get was my younger sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not accept made it to my female parent 's sign because he never came back. He locked the threshold 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 tax shelter and stocked it with enough solid food to last a hundred years, guns and ammunition, furniture and used it as memory for our Christmas decorations. But other than that we had nil. No TVs, no figurer, no movie, no games, nothing. So, for the cobbler's last three years my son and I have been in this bomb shelter with absolutely goose egg to do. III Christmas 's with no presents, three natal day with no cake, three fucking long time with null ! It has been very unvoiced to watch my son suffer over the long time. He feels abandoned by his Fatherhood, and he is so repressed with emotion and hormones that I 'm afraid he will burst soon. We are coming up on our 4th Christmas in the tax shelter, and I am determined to make this Christmas Worth something for my son. I do n't know how, but this year my son will ingest a present under that unintelligent credit card 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, mama is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the trading floor, sweat running down his soundbox. `` Take your Santa hat off dearest, that will cool you off. If you have to, strip down to your underwear like mommy. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and scanty. The heat was so tyrannous, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to impress ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his arms and legs out in a motion of defeat. I decided to change the subject. One Thomas More Christian Bible about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you ready for Christmas tomorrow good morning lamb ? '' I said, not expecting the answer I got.

'' shag Christmastide ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! follow your language Loretta Young man ! '' I growled back. He paid my dissent no thinker and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmas sucks ! cypher ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heat just like every other day. God, I ca n't arrest sweating ! '' He finished, wiping sweat off his forehead and flinging it off his hands towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

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

'' That 's okay 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 elbow room sudation, this smell fills the air. I do n't make love why, but it smells really good to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and panties, both were soaked in stew, but my pantie were drenched, and I immediately knew what smell he was talking about. Embarrassed I stammered on.

'' I 'm sorry sweetheart, I know mommy is stinking down there. I will try not to reek so lots, baby, I 'm no-account. '' He looked at me with confusion on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the smell. I wish I could smell it all the time. I wish I could reek it closer. '' I could n't believe my ears, he wants to smack it closer ? With a face of shock and horror on my typeface 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 base, too embarrassed to look him in the middle. He did n't hesitate to resolve, almost eager to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell it closer, like wedge my grimace up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a deprivation for words. After a minute of silence, looking down at my legs, I worked up the courage to speak again.

'' Baby ? You do experience that the flavour you are talking about is coming from mommy 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That feeling is a dirty sense of smell. It 's not unspoiled. People get smelly down there, both girlfriend and boys. Thais why we need to wash down there often. '' It was hard to stay clean in the shelter. I did n't know how much water we had, so I made the decision that we would only take poriferan baths. It meant never feeling shower impudent, but I would prefer that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his dress were drenched in sweat too. My memory was then jogged of a comrade flavour in the air on hot day. A pleasant olfactory sensation, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my question. That olfactory sensation was my son 's soundbox odor, the smell of my son 's dick. I choked, almost throwing up acid in my mouth. I ca n't think it ! I am attracted to the smelling of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the smell of my dirty kitty !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't avail it. It makes me feel these uncanny look. I like it, I want to smack it, I wish I could stick my face in it right now ! '' He cut in as my fountainhead was spinning from the revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to shut out this down immediately. I could not have my son lusting after the smell of my rotten pussy !

'' Billy ! Do you realize what you just said ? You want to stick your face in your mother 's private parts ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His boldness turned red as choler shaft 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 calm him down, he is set to burst forth and I just lit the fuse.

'' No baby, ma 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is wrong, I 'm just saying it 's unusual for a boy to require to do that to his mother. '' There, that should calm him down, last thing I want is for him to fly off the handle. finale metre it happened he was so fast-growing I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smell you ? '' He said with a big smile on his aspect. `` joystick my grimace in your genitalia and smell for as recollective as I want ? '' Shock came over me. I ca n't believe this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to cause to handle this delicately.

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

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

'' baby no ! Mommy did n't say you ca n't do it, please tranquilize down, you do n't want to get yourself upset on Christmas Eve. '' He started to tranquillise down to my relief. But now I have a major problem. I am pretty sure my son is about to stick around his face in my crotch and smell my dirty slit and shit. He slowly got up and started to walk towards me. My heart started beating faster, I could feel the blood rush to my face as my ears began to ring and a hot heartbeat rolled over my body. He stood right in front of me now. I looked up at his face and could see stern determination. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my legs and lifted my feet up onto the edge of the lounge in submission, exposing my white panties now almost see through from the drenching sweat. My slit was clearly outlined and my scanty were wedged up between my ass cheeks exposing one cheek more than the other, leaving an indentation of my asshole.

He dropped to his knees and looked at my genital organ with crush. I turned my principal and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing haphazardness and looked down. His nose was an inch from my crotch, right between my pussy and asshole. He made loud inhaling sounds as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my puss again and the schema seemed so much more large than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized roue was rushing to my private surface area and engorging my puss back talk. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't experience anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my crotch, his nose burying itself an in into my pussy cakehole, my panties straining to keep him out. I jumped as a shock Wave of feelings erupted through my body like an explosion. My promontory slammed back against the couch pull my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my nipples. They felt unknown, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half inch in length. This was unbelievable, my nipples have never been this concentrated. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jolts of forcible touch shot through my body. I looked down at my son again, his head and olfactory organ moving up and down furiously from my pussy to my bastard. He started going a little higher each metre and then I felt it.

Stars erupted in my eyes, my ear rang and my psyche buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's horn in had hit my clit, and if he did it again, I was going to orgasm whether I liked it or not. Before I could relieve oneself a motion to stop him, he slid back up to my clitoris, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my genitals like a thousand atomic bombs. My slit hole tightened, my ass fix throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquidity spraying out of my pussy as my straits slammed back into the couch. I was falling backwards, the way was spinning, I felt as though I would faint but slowly I was pulled back from the brink.

As I regained consciousness, I noticed the friction in my crotch had stopped. I looked up and Billy was standing in front of me covered in pussy juice and grool. A aghast look on his cheek, sass open and speechless.

'' Are you okay coddle ? '' I asked looking at him in business organisation. I do n't get it on why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A mother 's 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 deplorable baby. Do n't worry, mommy is fine. That was n't pee infant, I promise. It 's what fille do if you do things like stick your face in their crotch. It was n't a bad thing, 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 knees inching forward.

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

'' I 'm deplorable baby, once is enough for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Noel and Santa is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for salutary son who go to sleep on time. '' I hoped to God he would swallow that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

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

'' Billy I promise, you will get a present under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree tomorrow morning, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God help me, I prayed. If I ca n't get him to bed soon, this night is going to end badly for me.

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

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

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

'' goodness Night baby, angelic dreams. '' I said, moving in to buss him back. As I neared his cheek he moved his rim towards mine and I felt wet break out onto my mouth as his tongue tried to enter. I clasped my back talk tight and braced for his anger at my refusal, but none came. The spirit of my pussy filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my look. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my center and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his room and shut his door.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no acquaint for him and less than eight hour to retrieve of something. I started screaming in my header. I walked to the Christmas tree and fell on my genu in despair. I was terrified about not having something under that tree for my son when he woke up in the dawning. Terrified of his anger, that will get along from it.

'' God help me. What am I going to put under this Noel tree ? '' I said in a whispering. I looked up towards the far incline of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the solitary thing I can return him, I thought to myself with a helpless chuckle. He 'd wish that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitching in my pussy, and thoughts of my son taking me right here under the tree filled my head. I tried desperately to crowd them out but it was too late. I felt wetness building in my panties as trope of my son 's cock sliding in and out of me danced in my head like sugar plums. My pussy started to ache and I could feel my button getting heavily. I bit my lip and slid my hired hand into my smashed panties as I layed back under the tree. The orgasm my son had given me, left me wanting to a greater extent. As my horniness increased, it took over my mind, blocking all intellectual opinion. My digit hit my button as it moved down to my pussy hole, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clit. I pictured his head in between my legs again, smelling and licking. I pulled my hand out of my pantie and a large string of twat juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you require to smell mummy 's pussy juice baby ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my legs right then and there. I shoved my hand back into my panty as my clit screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a flier question. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clitoris was n't going to involve me over the sharpness. I threw unfastened my shirt, grabbed my right on mammilla and squeezed. Bright stars erupted before my eyes as my orgasm rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the ecstasy, all the while dreaming of my son 's peter plunging in and out of me. paradise slowly faded, and while my pussy felt satisfied, a ignominious look took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal stance regretting what I had just done. After a few minutes of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my pussy 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 rooster ! I knew my pussy would n't be satisfied without a right pound but there were no dildos in the bomb shelter. The only matter I could find over the years to stick in my twat was the handgrip of a fuck number one wood which was small and hard as Scheol. My pussy twitched again, reminding me that there was one piano rod I could tantalize. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my head. Slowly I started to rationalize the situation as an excuse to get what my kitty-cat wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world has ended. We have n't seen anyone for years. He 's getting out of hired 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 last two people on earth. Who am I to deny my son the pleasures of knowing a woman ? Who am I to deny my cunt the pounding its mendicancy for ? The very destiny of the homo race could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A sister would be wondrous ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would give both of us something to do ! I could n't conceive it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Dec 25 present tomorrow morning. The unspoilt Christmas demonstrate any boy could get. Pussy. well, and maybe a piffling sucking too. I thought as I felt another speck in my cunt while licking my lips, hungry for cock .