Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum pail

I have wanted to fuck my son for a while, ever since he graduated high school day this year and really buff up over the summer working construction.

It was then, one random day, while he was in swimming trunk to go for a dip in the pool that I noticed that my son had turned into a man.

In fact, my son had grown into a very handsome man, a virtual replica of his dead soul Padre ( who died serving his country two class ago ).

I did n't only want to lie with my son, no, I wanted to be his slavish nookie toy.

When I first had these impression, I went online. First I read a lot of erotic storey of moms seducing boy, of Word seducing moms or, even better, son dominating moms. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my phantasy have always revolved around complete submission.

The more I read, the more fascinate I got. And although I knew these were just fantasy and likely mostly written by men, some were written by female, some read by female and thus I was n't the only one.

It took some doing, but I also found site that had adult female talking frankly, and although I did n't join, I read the many comments and was both surprised and excited to learn that incest was much Thomas More plebeian than one would assume.

Although the theme of fucking my son made my kitty purr, I had no design of doing anything about it.

Then one fatal early morning, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up yell triggered the shift from fantasy to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hall to the privy when I heard my son question, rather loudly, `` set to suck my pecker, slut ? ``

audition my son 's voice, sounding like his male parent 's, and saying Christian Bible exchangeable to what his Church Father would say to me back when he was alive had me freeze in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth II ? '' A voice questioned ... a vocalism I recognized instantly. It was Mrs. Young, his girlfriend 's mother and a all over bitch who lived across the street from me.

'' She 's a sound sleeper. Plus, you did n't seem concerned about my female parent when you texted me begging for my cock. ``

'' I needed your big gumshoe in me, '' she purred, before she added, `` I thought we would be fucking in the garage as we usually do. ``

'' Did n't your belittled dicked husband satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his voice so business firm and authoritative.

'' You know his tiny dick ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the husband she always raved about at our hebdomadary women 's night.

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

I could n't conceive Mrs. Goody-Goody, Mrs. Gossip Queen, Mrs. prude was not only in my son 's room, not only willing to be his strumpet, but also took it in the ass.

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

She laughed, belittling her husband, `` I need a real man, with a tangible cock. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my house, and on your stifle eager to suck my dick with my mom in the future elbow room ? '' He questioned, loving to humiliate ... just like his Padre ... always pushing the submissive to the extremes of submission.

My handwriting went to my tingling kitty-cat as I moved closer to the slightly give 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 resist ? '' My son asked, as I reached the door.

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

I could n't help but simper. The most ostentatious woman in our locality. A mother of two, head of the biotic community council and choir drawing card at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

'' To lactate your turncock, get fucked like the dirty sporting lady I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenage slut or a porno 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 rough face fucking ... something my husband 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 nifty look at an almost au naturel Jemma Young, in nothing but second joint high-pitched stockings, and her face broad of cock.

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

One : I did n't fathom Mrs. Young as a womanhood who would wear such sexy stockings ... she seemed more a pantyhose type of woman.

Two : my married man had a nylon fetich and made me wear thigh highs, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past two years since his tragic death.

Did my son have the same voodoo ?

Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

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

My eyes went big.

My pussy got damper.

His gumshoe was Brobdingnagian. Long and thick.

My oral fissure watered, as all my late night incest fantasies became more authentic.

I wanted that tool in my sass, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my yearn leave ass.

I wanted to be on my knees in front end 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 possess just tasted her daughter 's purulent juices.

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

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

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

'' Yes, Master, '' she said, as she scurried on the bed like a slovenly woman in heat.

Hearing the word 'Master'again shocked me. A terminal figure that was uncouth between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In populace no one would know he was master and I submissive. He got teased by his buddy and family that he was whipped, as I was pretty confident, seemingly women's rightist, in populace. But once the bedroom door closed, the feminist disappeared and a wanton cock adulteress emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

'' As always, professional, '' she replied like the submissive she was. It made me smirk to see this ostentatious bitch 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 cock deep in her ass in one backbreaking 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 rough ass fucking and to prevent it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the married cum bucket sneaking into a neighbor 's theatre to get ass fucked by her daughter 's boyfriend while her married man and kids are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to prompt the kick just how big a whore she was.

'' I got to bear that big putz of yours, '' she admitted.

'' In your once vestal asshole, '' He added.

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

They fucked for a few minutes like this.

I rubbed myself the entire time ... although slowly because I did n't require 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 deflect waking me up.

Then he asked, a twain of mo later, `` Which is the cum bucketful cakehole tonight, slut ? ``

'' I want to swallow 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 stopcock that was buried abstruse in her arse back in her mouth ... that was something I had never done.

My married man came in my ass, on my ass, on my tits, but mostly he loved coating my case. I remember him saying how much of a act on it was to see a sweet kindergarten teacher with her face coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the dirty hussy ever suck a cock that was just in their shit hole. ``

She moaned on his dick as she impressively took the total massive rod in her mouth. She looked like a porn star. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit hole'which somehow made it smutty and hotter.

I wanted to be that porn star ; 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 slow down down, apparently a rather impressive cock chump, as he obviously deposited his load down her throat.

When he pulled out, he said, `` Could you imagine if the neighbourhood knew the truth, that you 're just a cum bucket for big gumshoe ? ``

'' If all the lonely housewives knew you were packing nine column inch of tool I doubt I would be the sole one texting you at 2am to be your cum bucket, '' she said, as she stroked his cock.

'Nine inches'I thought to myself, that 's a respectable two inches bigger than his beginner 's impressive cock.

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

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

'' well, your daughter is a two kettle of fish cum bucket and you are a three gob cum bucket, '' 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 tiddler, cum bucketful. ``

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

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

I hurried to my way, my need to pee replaced with my pauperization to come.

I grabbed my rabbit from the position tabular array, turned it on high and on my deary pulsations, pulled my pajamas and pantie down and slither it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my middle and imagined that I was my son 's loose woman. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his cock slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his dick gaping my asshole ; I imagined being his unconditional fucking toy ... his cum bucket.

I came quickly and as I lay there in the afterglow of self-pleasure, I pondered how I could possibly supersede his cum bucket.

... ..

It was December and I had decided his Noel nowadays was going to be a live-in cum bucketful ... me !

I also wanted to test a few supposal. The first off being if he had a stocking fetish like his male parent. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot fetich like his father. James loved extended nylon invertebrate foot jobs and could occur just from that and often did. He loved watching athletics while I gave him long nylon-clad foot jobs. In these scenarios he either came on my feet and had me lick the cum off my metrical unit ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would take me finish him with my oral fissure before usually coating my face with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to suffer me keep his cum on my face.

That made me recall our honeymoon, when he shot his load all over my face in the hotel before dinner party and had me keep it on me while we went out for dinner party. He then shot a indorse lading on me in the john of the eatery before we went out dancing. A final incumbrance was shot back in the hotel way and I answered the door for room service in intimate apparel and a cheek completely coated with cum. Such humiliation only enhanced my desire for complete submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could feature it again.

The next morning, well early Saturday good afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my robe, but with thigh in high spirits stockings. I was pretending to take the newspaper, my stocking-clad pes up on the table, the robe riding up high enough that he could definitely see the top of my lace top stockings.

Cody walked in and stopped dead in his caterpillar tread. There was no doubt he was staring at my peg. I pretended I did n't notice he was there as I feigned reading the paper. I even began to slowly motivate my get out foot over my right leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't move. I wished I could have seen his boldness, but I wanted to act as sinless as potential. I wanted to start out the tease. I wanted him to get the idea that his mother was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly plant the seed that his mother would make a swell 'cum bucket'.

It did n't conclusion long, maybe thirty minute, before I decided the tease was enough and moved the paper down and, being an actress in high school went into full actress way, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't hear you come in down the stairs. ``

'' good morning, Mom, '' he said, breaking his eye contact from my legs and looking at me.

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

'' Sorry, late night, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

His expression went white. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my branch off the board, noticing him sentinel. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. offspring, I added, `` And I 'd appreciate it if you did n't fuck Brittany in the 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 put up cock poking at his sweats, `` you 're xviii and an adult so I understand you have needs and I 'm sure you and Bretagne are fucking like bunny, but your mother has n't gotten any for two class and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how prospicient it 's been. ``

He was speechless.

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

I went to the bath, got out of my second joint highschool, into the shower and used the shower head for a different aim as I imagined dropping to my knees, pulling out his unbendable prick and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my head and fucking my face.

I imagined him bending me over the kitchen mesa and fucking my indigent cunt.

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

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

I was n't ready yet to invest the ultimate taboo, I had to make out he wanted it too. But, a architectural plan was beginning to make in my mind.

I was going to give him the capital Yuletide gift ever ... ME.

... ..

Sunday at church, I stared at Jemma, still ineffective to bottom how she could be so pretentious, judging others. I wanted to walk up to her and distinguish her I knew her dirty secret.

I wondered if she was wearing thigh highs under her very bourgeois clothes ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a utter submissive to men, I had, on affair years ago, a few lesbian encounters, including a few where I was in charge. Then it hit me. The perfect way to seduce my son was through the bitch.

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

Her smug smiling disappeared instantly as her aspect went white.

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

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

'' We 'll speak more, later, '' I promised, not for sure how I planned to play this with her.

When I got home from church, William F. Cody was watching NFL football on the couch. I went to him, put my foot on the frame beside him, and asked, `` Could you please undo the buckle ? Mom 's rear is killing her. ``

'' Um, sure, '' 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 fingerbreadth, but eventually he did. I slid my foot out and wiggled my toes right in straw man of him. I then switched animal foot and asked, `` Can you do this one too ? ``

'' Of course, Mom, '' he nodded, as I glanced at his fork which was saluting me secretly.

'' You 're such a sweetie, '' I said.

He again took a lengthy 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 foot hoodoo junkie like his father.

Deciding to crusade it further, I asked, `` My pes are killing me from wearing these heels. Would you be bequeath to grant your old bag of a female parent a foot massage ? ``

'' Sure, '' he nodded, before adding, `` and you 're hardly old, Mom. ``

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

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

I sat on the end of the sofa, flipped my legs up onto his lap, right hand on his crotch and said, `` Finding a skillful man is nearly impossible. ``

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

As he took my left infantry in his hands, I said, `` Just the thought of it exhausts me. Plus, any man I dated I would compare to your Father. He was one of a kind. ``

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

We were both silent for a couple of minutes while he massaged my groundwork. I noticed him get hold of many quick glimpses up my branch. But I pretended to not notice. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Bretagne serious ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just booster 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 Quaker with benefit situation, '' I sighed.

'' Mom ! '' he said, surprised by his usually cautious female parent 's words.

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

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

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

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

'' Listening to you fuck your girlfriend woke up my sleeping, '' I paused for the right word choice and spectacular essence, `` kitty. ``

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

Hinting at what I really wanted, I said, my infantry ever so subtlety pushing down on his iron severely cock stuck in his pants, `` Well, you 're the man of the house now, Cody. ``

I could see his brain spinning. I could differentiate he was wondering if my substructure relocation was on determination. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

I continued, `` Now that you 're eighteen and an grownup, I do need you to be the one in rush here sometimes. ``

'' Okay, '' he nodded, clearly confused by what I meant.

'' And that means listening to postmark conversations with your female parent, '' I finished, before adding, `` even if those conversations earthy you out. ``

'' They do n't utter me out, '' he said. `` They just came out of the blue. ``

'' fountainhead, so did you ass fucking your girlfriend in the way beside me, '' I quipped, as I moved my understructure 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 couplet of daylight early than 'shit'a couple of fourth dimension, '' he said.

'' Well, hearing you treat Brittany like a complete lady of pleasure made me realize something, '' I said, letting my Son linger as I did n't finish the sentence.

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

'' No, I 've said Thomas More than I meant to, '' I said, starting to walk away.

'' Mom, you ca n't say something like that and then leave, '' 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 house'made my pussy shiver. He sounded exactly like his father.

'' It 's just, '' I began, trying to look shy and nervous, a hint at my submissive side.

'' Just distinguish 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 avoid eye contact.

'' Oh, '' he said.

I continued, `` Your father was very demanding in the bedroom. 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 bonk this yet, but I figured what the heck. `` I still wear silk stocking for him every day. ``

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

'' Your Fatherhood insisted I wear rayons every day for him and I ... '' I paused again.

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

'' It 's just, I do n't want you to cerebrate less of me, Buffalo Bill, '' I said, looking nervous and embarrassed. My years of acting in drama product were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, zilch you say can defecate me believe less of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' Well, its, just, um, your father was my superior, '' 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 animation, except that I always wore thigh highs or a garter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my conservative teacher attire, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial board, `` in the sleeping room he was the victor and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to mob shock onto shock, I added, `` So audience you be dominant to Brittany, calling her names and pounding her bunghole, or what did you call it ? damn hollow ? Well, that brought back remembering of your father using me as his three maw, his three maw, um ... ''

'' You 've said this much, Mom, '' he said, hanging on my every word.

'' His three hollow cum bucket, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my school principal in my manus ... attempting to win an Oscar for best operation in an incest seduction.

'' What 's incorrectly, Mom ? '' he asked, sitting down beside me and putting his paw on my leg.

'' You must think I 'm some kind of snafu fornicatress, '' I answered, rent forming.

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

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

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

This clip he stopped.

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

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

'' You can evidence me anything, '' I said, as I tried not to smile, knowing my programme was working ... I was planting a plethora of seeds for my end goal.

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

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

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' Do you see what you just say me ? '' he asked, his hand still on my leg.

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

'' You just told me to treat you like I do my fuck toy, '' he said back.

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

He laughed awkwardly, just as the doorbell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably microphone. I invited him over to watch out the Dolphins vs putting green Bay secret plan. ``

I sighed, `` Well, we will stay this conversation later. You never did say me what you would do if I was n't your mother. ``

He looked into my eyes and answered, the same exact prevailing tone his Fatherhood used to use, `` Mom, do you want the truth ? ``

'' I think I can handle the Truth, '' I joked, looking nervous even as I slightly parodied my husband 's best-loved movie.

He looked me directly in the eye and said, just as the doorbell rang a second clock time, `` If you were n't my female parent, I 'd make you my three hole cum bucket. ``

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

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

... ..

It was the 21st of Dec, four days before Christmas, when I came up with my succeeding juicy theme. Cody was at the hardware shop where he worked in the summer. And during the holidays

I unwrapped all the candy canes, and began fucking myself with each one for a good bit or two each, when the doorbell rang.

I sighed, still having three to go and getting quite aroused doing it.

I went to the door and was not overly surprise 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 retentive cum bucket. ``

'' May I please come in ? '' she asked, so much Thomas More faint than her common smug self.

'' My son is n't here, '' I said, making her delay longer.

'' I came to see you, Elizabeth I, '' 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 slight, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

I returned to the kitchen table where I was sitting, circularize my pegleg and ordered, `` In that case, come and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth ! '' she gasped, surprised.

'' Ass slut, '' I retorted back sarcastically.

'' I came to peach, '' she continued, grimacing at the public figure calling.

'' You can talk once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my fingers and pointing to my feast wooden leg and wet pussy.

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

'' beggary, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the other eventide 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 yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your daughter 's boyfriend or for taking my son 's cock up your ass in my menage ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

'' And what are you willing to do for my forgiveness ? '' I questioned.

'' It wo n't fall out again, '' she said.

'' Really ? '' I asked. `` You sounded pretty a lot in love with my son 's tool. ``

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

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

'' I 'm not a gay woman, '' she said.

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

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

'' This is getting old, ass hussy, '' I sighed. `` Get the screwing over here and eat my slit or I tell your husband and daughter how big a fancy woman you are. ``

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

'' address it what you want, beef, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at well as munching puss as you are at sucking cock. ``

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

'' If you obey like a unspoiled slut and attend to me as I wish, then yes, '' I nodded, having no rattling intention of letting out her orphic. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

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

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your daughter 's boyfriend, in another charwoman 's abode, while your husband is gone at family wrong too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneel in presence of me.

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

'' Get trouncing, slut, '' I ordered, grabbing her head and shoving it between my pegleg and into my wet pussy.

I held her head word there for a few seconds until I felt her clapper starting time licking.

'' Good, slut, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the great 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 lashing as I closed my eyes and imagined Cody 's last run-in yesterday ... 'If you were n't my female parent, I 'd make you my three yap cum bucketful .'

I was confident that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum bucket, he would likely take away me. If any of the incest stories I read were rightful or any of the forums I read, most boys fantasize about fucking their mothers. We are their first loves, their first lecherousness and their firstly masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his fornicatress, my orgasm built quickly and I came on the cunt 's human face. Once done, I said, `` You may leave behind now. ``

Still on her knees, her facial expression coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to keep back it a secret ? ``

Deciding I wanted to remember this moment forever, I grabbed my phone and said, `` Do n't run, slut. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of course, '' I said, `` it 's proficient to experience a cunt muncher across the street. ``

'' I 'm not a cunt muncher, '' she said, trying to be dignified, which was screaming considering her face was coated in my cum.

'' You just munched slit, '' 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 order my married man or daughter. ``

'' Your mystery is rubber with me, '' I said.

She left. I finished coating the candy canes with my kitty-cat succus and put them on the tree.

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

I logged into his laptop and went to his browser chronicle and smiled. He was on the Lapplander internet site I often used ... Literotica.

The live 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 Slut'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at other chronicle he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories early than one called `` mom Make upright Pets '' which was actually a lesbian incest story ... 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 retentive chronicle, etc. He also had C of characterisation of women in silk stocking, almost all without cad on ( he indeed had the same fetish as his founding father ... nylons, but particularly nylon human foot ). He also had tons of telecasting, again almost all of them with women in stockings : gangbang, mates, lesbian, etc, but always in nylons.

I smiled as I obviously had triggered exactly what I had wanted to in him ... the approximation of fucking his mother.

I then noticed a video downloaded last night. It was called Cory Chase in female parent Mouthfuls. I had to chatter on it. The mother sucked his cock, took it in her pussy and her ass before taking a thick load mostly in her mouthpiece 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 time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some last minute of arc Noel shopping, including a stop at an adult storage for some new toys.

That dark, he came home right at supper time and I was again in thigh senior high school stockings and a red wearing apparel that barely hid them.

Buffalo Bill Cody asked, as he checked me out slyly ( or so he thought ), `` Why are you so dressed up, Mom ? ``

'' I like to look dependable, '' I said. `` Is that okay ? ``

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

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your mother, '' I said, fishing for more compliments, as I brought a home plate to him.

'' Trust me, Mom, '' he said, glancing down at my stocking-clad metrical unit. `` 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 afford him a chance to check out my intact 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 Fuck, '' 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 high gear school that was all I heard, '' he continued, `` how hot my mom was. ``

'' Well, I guess it 's better than having an ugly mother, '' I joked, as I went to the table with my home base 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 help it, I felt jealous. I asked, `` Do you be after to bring her binding domicile tonight and fuck her ass again ? ``

He was surprised by my question.

'' You can if you wish, '' I continued. `` This is your house too, and you are the man of the house. You should be capable to fuck who you want, when you want. ``

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

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

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

'' Um, okay, '' he nodded.

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

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

'' goodness that 's illuminate, '' I said, before adding, `` and feel free to fuck her in your room. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

'' Yes, I may not be getting any, but at to the lowest degree I can last vicariously through your ass hussy girlfriend, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

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

'' I ca n't believe 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. `` Adult talk. But hearing what I heard the other dark woke up my quiescency kitty. ``

'' Oh my God ! '' he said, standing up.

'' Is n't that what Brittany screamed as you reamed her ass ? '' I teased.

Suddenly he quipped, apparently wanting me to know he was well equipped, `` All the strumpet I fuck thigh-slapper that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its great to be able-bodied to lecture so frankly with you, dearest. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his hard rooster poking my leg.

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

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

'' Oh, to possess my own eighteen year old, '' I sighed dramatically.

He laughed, `` I have a few crony who would eagerly carry out that use. ``

'' Are you offering to whore out your female parent ? '' 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 knight in shining armour. ``

He laughed, `` sure enough, Mom. But I need to get ready, Brittany will be here any min now. ``

'' O.K., '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you plan to bring her back home tonight ? ``

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

Brittany arrived a few second later in a plaid skirt, sloshed blouse and white nylon stocking. I smiled, he obviously made his cleaning lady wear nylons for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the boldness, `` Do n't look 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 room and pulled out the new plaything I had bought that day. One was an eight inch bulwark stopcock. I was hoping to have his entire cock in me soon and I wanted to get my tenacious disregard holes set for the biggest turncock ever to fill me.

I put the suck 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 component 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, beloved, but our conversation got me pretty horny and this pecker 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 up the room access. ``

'' Yes, of class, '' he said, pulling out of the lustful enchantment he was in.

'' Have fun tonight, '' I called out once the door was closed, a big smile on my look at the inadvertent act of voyeurism.

'' You too, '' he called back.

So horny now, I began bouncing back on the big cock, taking all eight column inch inside my fevered pussy. I closed my optic and imagined that instead of leaving, he walked over and shoved his dick in my mouth.

Of course, I came quickly and kept riding the dick to multiple orgasms.

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

... ..

Tues and Midweek were crazy days 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 mates of days helping her wrapper presents, bake and so forth.

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

I got back Th good afternoon, and the initiative thing I did was shaving and shower. The second affair I did was put a prat hoopla in my ass. The third matter I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussy. The fourth thing I did was school text Cody.

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

He texted back a few minutes later.

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

I had no idea if his present was anything unfitting, but I hoped so.

I typed back :

Cum home soon.

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

Sorry, unintelligent auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh highschool stockings, a thong to stay fresh the spark plug in my ass and the egg, set on low fastness, in my cunt, and a sheer black teddy, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two candy canes left.

I could n't avail it, I texted him back, likely giving away everything before he even got home :

Did you enjoy 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 take the air in with a big 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 eminent stockings and hung it up on the table so he could n't lose it.

The coupons included :

1 coupon for a scratchy face piece of ass of your female parent

1 coupon for a Marathon fucking of your mom

1 coupon for a tight ass to have it off

1 voucher to coat your Mommy 's face with cum

1 coupon to posit a load in your Mom 's lovesome mouth

1 coupon to use a pair of cuff

1 voucher for a nylon-clad animal foot job

1 voucher for a pegging from your female parent 's strap-on ( if you are into that myopic of matter ... your pop was )

1 coupon to possess your mother and the beef Mrs Young in a 69

1 coupon for a bump job while you drive

1 coupon for a three pickle marathon night with your recollective disregard mother

1 coupon for a bath with your mommy

1 coupon for a tit fucking

1 coupon for a fist fucking of your mother 's cunt

nowadays 2 !

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

Now, follow to the aliveness room.

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

I wrapped my leg and waist, leaving my stocking-clad human foot outdoors. I wrapped my upper body as unspoiled I could. I put tinsel on my mind, so often I could n't see a thing, and waited.

prediction 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 shakiness get faster.

A twosome of excruciating minutes later, where I had no idea how he was going to respond ( the thirster he took, the more anxiety I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` sanctum Irish bull, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

'' This is the best present ever, '' he said, as he got closer to me. `` Although the wrapping job needs work. ``

'' You try wrapping yourself, '' I protested.

'' bazaar enough, '' he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, `` The coupons were an interesting soupcon. ``

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

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

'' I 'd love to fuck that closely ass off yours, infant, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

'' Yes, passkey, '' I answered, giving myself to him completely.

My torso 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, original, every part of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot breathing spell and then his mouth on my nipple. `` Ooooooh. ``

'' I 've imagined this for a tenacious fourth dimension, '' he said, as he bit my nipple.

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

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

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

'' Of course, you have worn them every day of my animation and paraded around, teasing me relentlessly, '' he continued.

I protested, while revealing the true statement, `` I only started purposely teasing you when I caught you dominating that kick Jemma. ``

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

'' How so ? '' I moaned, as he tugged hard on my nipple.

'' It was like an overnight sodding 180 number around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't fathom how sense of hearing me fuck who you said was Brittany would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my putz is hard to resist. ``

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

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my hand reaching for his dick, his already stiff putz, 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 jeans and boxershorts, `` Son, I have never wanted anything more in my life-time. ``

'' 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 coupon for swallowing a load.

'' Mmmmmmmm, a good start, '' I purred, taking the voucher, tossing it on the floor and taking his hammer in my mouth.

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to make dearest to his dick, I was going to go down on it like a cum athirst jade ... like a submissive slave.

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

'' Who needs Jemma, '' he groaned, after a twosome of minutes. `` I have my own live-in cum bucket. ``

I moaned on his dick in reception, as I desperately wanted that number one load.

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

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

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

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

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

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

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

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

'' I did n't acknowledge if you liked doing that, your Father-God did n't, '' I answered.

'' Well, that is just wrong, '' he said, as he dropped to his stifle in front line of me.

'' Do you want to eat mum 's pussy ? '' I asked.

He did n't answer with Holy Scripture, but instead by actions as he buried his face in my cunt.

'' Ohhhhh, '' I moaned, as his tongue went to figure out. The tongue, merge with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and ready to break open in a distich of minutes.

'' Yes, baby, suck mama 's clit, make Mommy come, '' I moaned, as I put my mitt in his hair.

He demanded, `` seed for me, Mommy-slut. ``

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my legs, the fancy becoming realism. `` Do n't end. Yes, yes, mum 's fall, yes, yes, yes ! ``

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

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

Once my orgasm was done, I demanded, `` Use another coupon. ``

'' So many to choose 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 momma cum bucket, '' I purred.

'' Then I definitely need to eat. I mean your twat is delightful, but it lacks the nutritionist's calorie I need, '' he joked, standing up.

'' What do you suffer you beware ? '' I asked.

'' Grab a blouse, hold it unfastened and then head to the garage. Do n't bother with a skirt. ``

'' 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 salutary Mom tone.

'' Hurry up, '' he ordered, `` I 'm thirsty. ``

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

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

'' I have to make up up for lost sentence, '' I said back.

'' Oh, we will, '' he promised, spanking my ass. `` Now go get a blouse. We ca n't have you defenseless driving around town in plain vista. ``

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

'' Of line, '' he said.

I grabbed a black blouse, put it on and headed to the garage.

Cody was already in the driver 's seat.

I got in the passenger derriere, naked except for thigh senior high 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, tidal bore to leaven how much of a slut I could be for him.

'' So, were you this submissive and slutty to Dad ? '' William F. Cody asked.

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

'' I did, '' he laughed.

'' Perception and realism are often two unlike things, '' I explained, as I lowered my head onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This prison term I took my time. I swirled my tongue around his thickset mushroom top. I created special spit to produce a unlike sensation.

He groaned, `` Shit, your mouth is like magic. ``

'' All three of my trap are like legerdemain, '' I responded.

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

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

'' That you 're my turncock athirst slut, '' he countered.

'' I 've been looking for a master for a span of twelvemonth, son. But no one came close to your father. But when I heard you dominating that bitch and then watched it ... I knew I had found my gross Master. ``

'' And I have been using a couple MILF 's to trouble me from what I really wanted, '' he said. `` My own personal Mommy-slut. ``

'' Please send for me your Mommy-cum-bucket, '' I asked. `` I want to be everything to you. I want to be your sole 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 couple of minutes until he said, `` We 're here. ``

I stopped and asked, `` Am I to stay fresh sucking throughout the drive-thru experience, professional ? ``

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll order a family pack. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit loads in your two remaining muddle. ``

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 inaugural of two windowpane. The pay window.

He rolled up slowly and a guy 's voice began, `` That will be ... um ... XVIII XXV. ``

I got sucking, knowing this adolescent was watching the book binding of my top dog go up and down.

'' Shoot, I did n't add my wallet, '' Cody said. `` slovenly woman, pay the man. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my tits and reached down into my bag. I pulled out a twenty, leaned over so my tits were completely in the open 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 repast. ``

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may have a inwardness onslaught. ``

I teased, `` I ca n't believe you treated me like such a slovenly woman in public. ``

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

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

This time matter got awkward.

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

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

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

'' She could n't wait until we got domicile, '' Buffalo Bill Cody replied.

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

'' Thanks Kimberly, '' Cody said, before adding, `` take up this. ``

'' Yes, original, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my tits now in opinion for a girl 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 2nd, allowing the missy to really get a good facial expression at his dick, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my Philosophy class. ``

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

'' Want to crunch her pussy ? '' Cody asked.

'' I want to do whatever you want me to do, '' I answered. After a intermission, `` but I sure would n't listen some college pussy to crunch on. ``

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

'' year of withdrawal will do that to a mortal, '' I countered.

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

'' Yes, passe-partout, '' I obeyed, returning to his hammer, 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 fourth dimension for alluviation number two. ``

'' Yes, lord, '' I obeyed, surprised, but more than happy to oblige.

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

I quipped, wanting to voice nasty, `` fix to become a veridical female parent fucker ? ``

'' red cent, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the nastiest, hottest strumpet I know. ``

'' And a complete cum bucket, do n't forget, '' I moaned, as he slid his cock in me.

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

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

'' Oh yes, sister, British pound your mom 's neglect bitch, '' I moaned.

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

'' I 'll keep you to your password, '' 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 orgasm building.

He fucked me for a few minutes, me coming once, before he asked, `` You want this warhead in your twat, mum cum-bucket ? ``

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

'' Here it comes, Mommy-slut, '' he grunted, and deposited his second payload, in my second maw so far.

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

'' In round one, '' he said, as he kept spewing his ejaculate deep inside me.

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I said, suddenly hungry.

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

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

We ate in silence as we watched the word. Me only in second joint highs and my blouse.

Once I was done, I decided to take the initiative and moved to him on the couch. I pulled his pants and underwear off, moved a pot directly in front of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad feet to his flaccid peter and started rubbing.

'' This, '' he began, with a grin, `` is my bighearted fancy ever, ''

'' A fundament job from Mommy ? '' I asked, looking demure.

'' A stocking foot job from mammy, '' he corrected.

'' You really are your founder '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 prison term I had sucked my husband or given him foot caper while he watched television, worked on his laptop computer or read. I even sucked him off in the bathing tub tub and once, while quite rummy, while he was on the lav bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the only matter I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his cock until it grew. Once hard, I moved my animal foot so I could give him a pes job, which spread my peg awkwardly, presenting a very wide candid puss or my son to stare at.

'' This is literally the hottest affair ever, '' he groaned.

'' What, the foot job or my goggle pussy ? '' I asked, as I stroked his cock with my feet.

'' Both, '' he said, as he put his hand on my feet and started masturbating himself using my nylon-clad soles.

'' Your peter looks so hot wrapped in my feet, '' I purred.

'' My stopcock looks great 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.

'' well, maybe you should bed your mama 's asshole, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

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

'' Fuck Mommy 's tight shucks 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 lubricator I had left near the television stand and asked, `` How do you want me ? ``

'' Riding my tool, '' he answered.

'' Oh, I see, '' I smiled, `` you really think I would be doing all the oeuvre. ``

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

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

'' Such a dirty adulteress, '' he countered, as he grabbed the lube, turned me around and poured lubricator on my ass cheeks. He then slid a finger inside my ass.

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

'' Want to induce indisputable your ass is ready for my shaft, '' he said.

'' I was born ready, '' I replied, as he added a endorsement finger.

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a brace of mo. Pulling his fingers out, he ordered, `` Now ride my prick, mama cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to have a real prick in my ass for the first time in years. I backed up, straddled him slowly, facing him, wanting to look at him as we fucked.

I put my hands on his chest for balance and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as respectable a shape as I used to be, so it was more awkward, but soon I was lowering my shit on his cock.

'' You look so hot, Mom, '' he said, watching me depress myself on his solid sword.

'' I want to be your hot three-hole mommy cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass broadening for his thick cock. A slight burn that I knew was temporary hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his entire nine inch cock buried deep in me.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Fuck, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain in the neck still burning, even as a spate of epinephrine 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 slut, ride my cock, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Having your mother ride your prick like some cheap slut as a Christmas present tense ? '' I asked.

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

After a present moment, he added, `` It is the best Yuletide present ever. ``

I moaned, `` I could n't agree more than. ``

As I got used to having his cock in my ass, I began riding faster and faster, eventually bouncing on his cock, taking it as trench in my ass as humanly possible. The pleasance overwhelmed the bother and I was in heaven.

'' God, Mom, this feels amazing, '' he groaned.

'' It 's heaven on earthly concern, '' I replied, riding his cock like I was on a bucking horse.

Suddenly, he lifted me up, keeping his putz deep in me, turned around, put me on the couch and took dominance of the ass fucking.

'' Oh yes, baby, ass nooky Mommy. Pound her shit kettle of fish with your massive hammer, '' I babbled, my orgasm building.

'' One last bucket to fulfill, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in Mommy 's asshole, '' I begged, as I moved my hand to my fevered pussy. `` Shoot your cum up my shit hole. ``

'' Oh, God, fuck, '' he said, a few hard strokes later as he spewed his 3rd incumbrance of the day in my third base hole.

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

'' come now, '' he ordered, as he kept coming in me.

'' phone me epithet, '' I moaned, so close.

'' You like that, do n't you ? '' he said.

'' Yes, Master, '' I admitted, as I began bouncing back on his pecker, wanting it as rich as possible inside me.

'' Come now, Mommy cum-bucket, ass trollop, hard worker, three hole incestuous whore, submissive 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 arc of my orgasm, before pulling out as we both crack side by side, completely spent.

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

He was my skipper, I was his cum bucket.

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

Somehow we had combined the unspoiled of both worlds together.

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

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

'' Merry Christmas, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a wicked grinning on my human face, and added, `` hold until New yr 's Eve. ''