Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum bucketful

I have wanted to bed my son for a spell, ever since he graduated high school this class and really buff up over the summer working construction.

It was then, one random day, while he was in swimming trunks 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 freehanded man, a virtual replica of his choke founding father ( who died serving his country two years ago ).

I did n't only want to fuck my son, no, I wanted to be his subservient fuck toy.

When I first had these impression, I went online. low I read a lot of titillating stories of mommy seducing Word, of sons seducing moms or, even better, sons dominating moms. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my fancy have always revolved around complete submission.

The more I read, the to a greater extent scheme I got. And although I knew these were just fantasies and likely mostly written by men, some were written by female person, some read by females and thus I was n't the only if one.

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

Although the idea of fucking my son made my kitten purr, I had no intent of doing anything about it.

Then one portentous other morning, Dec 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up outcry triggered the shift from phantasy to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hallway to the bathroom when I heard my son query, rather loudly, `` gear up to suck my cock, slut ? ``

Hearing my son 's voice, sounding like his father 's, and saying run-in similar to what his Father-God would say to me back when he was alive had me freezing in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth ? '' A voice questioned ... a voice I recognized instantly. It was Mrs. Edward Young, his girl 's mother and a complete beef who lived across the street from me.

'' She 's a sound railroad tie. Plus, you did n't seem concerned about my mother when you texted me begging for my cock. ``

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

'' Did n't your minuscule dicked hubby satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his spokesperson so immobile and authoritative.

'' You know his tiny peter ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the husband she always raved about at our hebdomadally 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 shaft, '' my son continued, ridiculing the husband.

I could n't believe Mrs. Goody-Goody, Mrs. chit chat faggot, Mrs. puritan was not only in my son 's room, not only willing to be his slut, but also took it in the ass.

Instantly, my retentive 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 veridical man, with a real dick. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my house, and on your knees eager to sop up my dick with my mom in the next room ? '' He questioned, loving to mortify ... just like his father ... always pushing the submissive to the extremes of submission.

My hired hand went to my tingling kitty-cat as I moved closer to the slightly surface 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 hold out ? '' My son asked, as I reached the door.

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

I could n't help but smirk. The most pretentious woman in our neighbourhood. A female parent of two, head of the community of interests council and chorus leader at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

'' To absorb your cock, get fucked like the dirty cocotte I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenaged slut or a erotica superstar than a happily wed mother of two.

Just as I peeked in the open crack accidentally left open for me, I heard the slobbering audio of harsh face fucking ... something my husband often used to do to me, something I loved ... being used for the pleasance of another.

Somehow they were positioned perfectly for me to get a nifty look at an almost nude Jemma Cy Young, in nothing but second joint high stockings, and her human face full of cock.

Seeing the thigh senior high school surprised me for a couple of reasons.

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

Two : my husband had a nylon fetish and made me fag second joint high gear, a supporter 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 Sami juju ?

Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

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

My eyes went big.

My cunt got damper.

His dick was huge. Long and thick.

My mouth watered, as all my late Night incest fancy became more authentic.

I wanted that cock in my mouth, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my foresighted forgotten ass.

I wanted to be on my knee joint in front of that splendid cock.

I wanted to be the slattern 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 have just tasted her daughter 's kitty juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly good ma was a cum bucket for her young man ? '' He asked.

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

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

'' Yes, master key, '' she said, as she scurried on the bed like a jade in heat.

sense of hearing the word 'Master'again shocked me. A terminal figure that was common between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would know he was schoolmaster and I submissive. He got teased by his buddies and folk that he was whipped, as I was pretty surefooted, seemingly feminist, in public. But once the bedroom room access closed, the feminist disappeared and a wanton shaft slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

'' As always, overlord, '' she replied like the submissive she was. It made me simper to see this pretentious kick 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 pecker trench in her ass in one hard thrust.

'' Ohhhhh, fuck, '' she screamed and then covered her mouth.

'' You 're going to wake up my female parent, ass adulteress, '' he laughed, as he began fucking her ass hard.

'' Oh God, you 're so bad, '' she moaned, as she used the headboard to equilibrate herself from the rough ass fucking and to prevent it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the married cum bucket sneaking into a neighbour 's business firm to get ass fucked by her daughter 's swain while her husband and nipper are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to remind the bitch just how big a bawd she was.

'' I got to have that big turncock of yours, '' she admitted.

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

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

They fucked for a few bit like this.

I rubbed myself the entire clock time ... although slowly because I did n't want 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 avoid waking me up.

Then he asked, a duo of minutes later, `` Which is the cum pail hole tonight, slut ? ``

'' I want to swallow it all, '' she answered without hesitation.

'' As you wish, cum pail, '' he nodded, pulling out.

I watched as she quickly turned around and took the stopcock that was buried deep in her asshole back in her mouthpiece ... that was something I had never done.

My husband came in my ass, on my ass, on my boob, but mostly he loved coating my grimace. I remember him saying how a lot of a good turn on it was to see a sweet kindergarten teacher with her face coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the unsportsmanlike sluts ever suck a stopcock that was just in their shit hole. ``

She moaned on his hawkshaw as she impressively took the stallion massive rod in her sass. She looked like a porno star topology. 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, apparently a rather telling cock sucker, as he obviously deposited his load down her throat.

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

'' If all the lonely housewives knew you were packing nine inches of dick I doubt I would be the only one texting you at 2am to be your cum bucketful, '' she said, as she stroked his cock.

'Nine in'I thought to myself, that 's a good two inch enceinte than his Father of the Church 's telling cock.

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

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

'' Well, your girl is a two mess cum bucket and you are a three hole cum bucket, '' he said.

'' I imagine you plan to alter that soon, '' the mother said.

'' That I do, '' he nodded. `` Now go back to your husband and kids, cum bucket. ``

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

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

I hurried to my room, my motivation to pee replaced with my need to come.

I grabbed my rabbit from the face table, turned it on high and on my favourite beat, pulled my pyjama and panties down and slid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his cock slamming into my puss ; I imagined his peter gaping my arse ; I imagined being his unconditional screwing toy ... his cum bucket.

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

... ..

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

I also wanted to test a few assumptions. The first being if he had a buy in fetish like his father. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot hoodoo like his father. James loved lengthy nylon pes line and could come just from that and often did. He loved watching sportswoman while I gave him long nylon-clad ft line of work. In these scenarios he either came on my invertebrate foot and had me bat the cum off my animal foot ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would have me finish him with my mouth before usually coating my grimace with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to give birth me continue his cum on my face.

That made me recall our honeymoon, when he shot his load all over my font in the hotel before dinner and had me prevent it on me while we went out for dinner. He then shot a second lading on me in the bathroom of the eating place before we went out dance. A final load was shot back in the hotel way and I answered the door for elbow room service in lingerie and a font completely coated with cum. Such mortification only enhanced my desire for thoroughgoing submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could get it again.

The future morning, well early Sat afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my robe, but with thigh high up stockings. I was pretending to scan the newspaper, my stocking-clad feet up on the table, the robe riding up high enough that he could definitely see the top of my lacing top stockings.

Buffalo Bill Cody walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. There was no dubiety he was staring at my legs. I pretended I did n't remark he was there as I feigned reading the newspaper. I even began to slowly move my odd foot over my right leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't make a motion. I wished I could get seen his grimace, but I wanted to act as innocent as possible. I wanted to set off the tease. I wanted him to get the idea that his mother was a intimate being. I wanted to slowly plant the seminal fluid that his mother would piddle a great 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last long, maybe XXX minute, before I decided the tease was adequate and moved the paper down and, being an actress in high school went into full actress mode, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't try you number down the stair. ``

'' 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 typeface went white. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my pegleg off the table, noticing him lookout man. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. Young, I added, `` And I 'd appreciate it if you did n't make out Breiz 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 erect cock poking at his swither, `` you 're 18 and an adult so I understand you have needs and I 'm sure you and Brittany are fucking like bunnies, but your mother has n't gotten any for two years and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how farseeing 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 bathroom, got out of my second joint high, into the shower bath and used the shower head for a different purpose as I imagined dropping to my knees, pulling out his soaked cock and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my head and fucking my face.

I imagined him bending me over the kitchen table and fucking my needy cunt.

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

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

I was n't ready yet to place the ultimate taboo, I had to love he wanted it too. But, a design was beginning to organize in my mind.

I was going to pay him the greatest Christmas demonstrate ever ... ME.

... ..

Lord's Day at church service, I stared at Jemma, still unable to fathom how she could be so pretentious, judging others. I wanted to take the air up to her and severalize her I knew her dirty secret.

I wondered if she was wearing thigh highschool under her very conservative dress ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a complete submissive to men, I had, on occasion class ago, a few lesbian brush, including a few where I was in guardianship. 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 peter up your ass ? ``

Her smug smile disappeared instantly as her expression went white.

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

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

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

When I got household from church building, William F. Cody was watching NFL football game on the lounge. I went to him, put my ft on the couch beside him, and asked, `` Could you please undo the buckle ? Mom 's back is killing her. ``

'' Um, certain, '' 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 helping hand to the pocket-size buckle.

It took him a bit to unbuckle the small-scale shoulder strap with his big fingers, but eventually he did. I slid my foot out and wiggled my toes right in front of him. I then switched feet and asked, `` Can you do this one too ? ``

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

'' You 're such a ravisher, '' 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 fetish junkie like his father.

decision making to push it further, I asked, `` My feet are killing me from wearing these blackguard. Would you be uncoerced to give your old bag of a mother 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 dating humans. It 's been two years, '' he said, his heart never leaving my legs.

I sat on the end of the couch, flipped my legs up onto his lap, right on his private parts and said, `` Finding a good man is nearly insufferable. ``

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

As he took my left foot in his work force, I said, `` Just the thought of it exhausts me. Plus, any man I dated I would liken to your sire. He was one of a kind. ``

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

We were both understood for a couple of minutes while he massaged my feet. I noticed him take many quick glimpses up my leg. But I pretended to not comment. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Brittany grievous ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just champion with benefits ? '' I asked, a term I had learned recently.

'' Yeah, something like that, '' he said, smiling for the get-go time.

'' I could use a Quaker with benefits situation, '' I sighed.

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

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

'' Oh my God, '' he said, `` I ca n't think 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 Holy Writ alternative and dramatic impression, `` 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 consume. ``

Hinting at what I really wanted, I said, my human foot ever so nuance pushing down on his iron hard stopcock stuck in his pants, `` Well, you 're the man of the house now, Buffalo Bill Cody. ``

I could see his brain spinning. I could secern he was wondering if my foot movement was on intention. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

I continued, `` Now that you 're XVIII and an adult, I do need you to be the one in charge here sometimes. ``

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

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

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

'' Well, so did you ass fucking your lady friend in the room beside me, '' I quipped, as I moved my metrical unit away and stood up.

He actually laughed.

'' What ? '' I asked, now standing up in figurehead of him.

'' I have never heard you swear before this past couple of days other than 'shit'a couplet of fourth dimension, '' he said.

'' well, hearing you treat Brittany like a dispatch cocotte made me actualise something, '' I said, letting my words linger as I did n't finish the sentence.

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

'' No, I 've said more than I meant to, '' I said, starting to take the air away.

'' Mom, you ca n't say something like that and then go away, '' he protested, standing up too. `` You can say whatever you want to me. I am the man of the family. ``

The way he said'I am the man of the firm'made my slit tingle. He sounded exactly like his father.

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

'' Just tell me, '' he ordered.

'' You sounded just like your father, '' I finally revealed.

'' When ? '' he asked, confused.

'' When you were dominating Bretagne, '' I answered, looking down as if trying to obviate 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 project to let him live this yet, but I figured what the heck. `` I still wear nylon stocking for him every day. ``

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

'' Your father insisted I wear nylons 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 consider restraint of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't want you to reckon to a lesser extent of me, Buffalo Bill, '' I said, looking aflutter and abashed. My age of acting in drama production were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, nothing you say can make me reckon LE of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' Well, its, just, um, your Father of the Church was my Master, '' I blurted out.

'' Oh, '' he said, the new Revelation of Saint John the Divine marinating in his head.

'' And although neither you or anyone else saw it in our day to day sprightliness, except that I always wore thigh high gear 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 mesa, `` in the bedroom he was the master copy and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to pile jounce onto shock, I added, `` So hearing you be dominant to Brittany, calling her figure and pounding her cocksucker, or what did you call it ? red cent golf hole ? Well, that brought back memories of your father using me as his three hole, his three hole, um ... ''

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

'' His three hole cum bucketful, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my head in my manus ... attempting to win an Oscar for beneficial functioning in an incest seduction.

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

'' You must think I 'm some kind of snafu slut, '' I answered, tears forming.

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

'' You could n't ? '' I asked. `` Am I too abhorrent to see as somebody shag worthy ? ``

He got justificatory, `` 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 centre. `` If I was n't your mother, what ? '' I asked, trying to look vulnerable and insecure.

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

'' You can say me anything, '' I said, as I tried not to smile, knowing my plan was working ... I was planting a plethora of seeded player for my end goal.

'' Well, 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 realize what you just told me ? '' he asked, his mitt 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 Good Book made my response seem piddling and probably left him even more baffled. `` Well, I guess that would be wrong, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the doorbell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably mike. I invited him over to watch the Dolphins vs Green Bay game. ``

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

He looked into my center and answered, the Saame exact dominant feel his father used to use, `` Mom, do you want the trueness ? ``

'' I think I can treat the accuracy, '' I joked, looking queasy even as I slightly parodied my husband 's front-runner movie.

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

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

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

... ..

It was the 21st of December, four days before Christmas, when I came up with my next gamy idea. Cody was at the hardware store where he worked in the summer. And during the holidays

I unwrapped all the confect canes, and began fucking myself with each one for a good minute of arc or two each, when the doorbell rang.

I sighed, still having three to go and getting quite horny 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 cum bucket. ``

'' May I please come in ? '' she asked, so much more cautious than her usual smug self.

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

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

I returned to the kitchen table where I was sitting, spread my legs and ordered, `` In that slip, come and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth ! '' she gasped, surprised.

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

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

'' You can peach once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my finger and pointing to my spreadhead pegleg and wet pussy.

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

'' begging, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the other even 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 swain or for taking my son 's cock up your ass in my home ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

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

'' It wo n't happen again, '' she said.

'' Really ? '' I asked. `` You sounded pretty very much in dear with my son 's cock. ``

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

'' I 'll help you get hold it, '' I replied, as I snapped my finger's breadth and pointed to my cunt.

'' I 'm not a lesbian, '' she said.

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

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

'' This is getting old, ass fornicatress, '' I sighed. `` Get the screwing over here and eat my cunt or I tell your married man and daughter how big a harlot you are. ``

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

'' Call it what you want, gripe, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at unspoiled as munching pussy as you are at sucking cock. ``

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

'' If you obey like a effective slut and serve me as I wish, then yes, '' I nodded, having no material intent of letting out her secret. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

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

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your girl 's beau, in another woman 's home, while your husband is departed at household damage too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneel in front of me.

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

'' Get licking, slovenly woman, '' I ordered, grabbing her head and shoving it between my legs and into my wet pussy.

I held her drumhead there for a few seconds until I felt her tongue jump licking.

'' Good, slut, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the power. I was undoubtedly a submissive to men, but I could definitely be a prevalent to a woman.

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the tongue lashing as I closed my center and imagined Buffalo Bill 's lowest intelligence yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd crap you my three hole cum bucket .'

I was convinced that if I made it obvious I was unforced to be a cum bucket, he would likely take me. If any of the incest stories I read were true or any of the meeting place I read, most male child fantasize about fucking their female parent. We are their firstly erotic love, their first lust and their first masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his slut, my sexual climax built quickly and I came on the bitch 's aspect. Once done, I said, `` You may go away now. ``

Still on her stifle, her face coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to keep it a secret ? ``

decision making I wanted to remember this present moment forever, I grabbed my phone and said, `` Do n't move, slut. ``

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

'' You look super slutty with kitty succus all over your face, '' I smiled.

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

'' Of row, '' I nodded, before adding, `` although I expect you to be at my beck and call. ``

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of course, '' I said, `` it 's skillful to give birth a cunt muncher across the street. ``

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

'' You just munched cunt, '' I pointed out. `` that makes you a twat muncher. ``

'' You made me, '' she countered.

'' Semantics, '' I shrugged. `` You still did it. ``

'' Whatever, '' she sighed, `` as long as you wo n't tell my husband or girl. ``

'' Your secret is safety with me, '' I said.

She left. I finished coating the candy canes with my pussy juice and put them on the tree.

I decided to go to Cody 's room and gibe what kind of porno he watched. All boys, all men, have porn on their calculator ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop computer and went to his browser history and smiled. He was on the Saami land site I often used ... Literotica.

The last 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 mama '' : Becoming a Mommy Slut'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at early stories he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories other than one called `` mummy Make Good 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 web browser chronicle was more gangbang write up, anal retentive report, etc. He also had hundreds of pictures of cleaning lady in nylon, almost all without hound on ( he indeed had the like fetish as his father ... nylons, but particularly nylon feet ). He also had tons of telecasting, again almost all of them with women in stockings : gangbang, couples, gay woman, etc, but always in nylons.

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

I then noticed a video downloaded last night. It was called Cory Salmon Portland Chase in Mother taste. I had to come home on it. The mother sucked his prick, took it in her pussy and her ass before taking a thick loading mostly in her mouth 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 gear time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some last infinitesimal Xmas shopping, including a stop at an grownup fund for some new toys.

That nighttime, he came home right at supper time and I was again in thigh in high spirits stockings and a red attire that barely hid them.

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

'' I like to look good, '' I said. `` Is that okeh ? ``

'' Of course of action, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very good, 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 feet. `` 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 give him a chance to hold in out my entire 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 piece of tail, '' he answered.

'' Oh ! '' I said, acting surprised, again in full actress mode.

'' All my booster want to sleep with you, '' he continued.

'' No way, '' I said, actually surprised by this.

'' All throughout heights 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 board with my plate 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 oneself it, I felt green-eyed. I asked, `` Do you plan to bring her dorsum home 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 business firm. You should be able-bodied to fuck who you want, when you want. ``

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

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

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

'' Um, okay, '' he nodded.

I decided to push the bound even more. `` And as man of the star sign, I 'm expecting you to man up more around the household. ``

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

'' Good that 's discharge, '' I said, before adding, `` and experience devoid to fuck her in your room. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

'' Yes, I may not be getting any, but at least I can last vicariously through your ass slut lady friend, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll pretend you are your begetter and I am the slut. ``

'' I ca n't trust 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. `` grownup lecture. But hearing what I heard the early nighttime woke up my sleeping 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 sluts I fuck riot that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its great to be able to sing so frankly with you, honey. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his unvoiced cock poking my leg.

'' Oh my, apparently you 're already ready for your date, '' I said.

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

'' Oh, to have my own XVIII yr old, '' I sighed dramatically.

He laughed, `` I have a few buddy who would eagerly fulfill that role. ``

'' Are you offering to whore out your mother ? '' I teased.

'' God, no, '' he said. `` I would n't let any of them contact you. ``

I put my mitt on his arm and said, `` Oh, I have my own knight in shining armour. ``

He laughed, `` certainly, Mom. But I need to get cook, Brittany will be here any bit now. ``

'' okay, '' 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 minutes later in a tartan skirt, tight blouse and white-hot rayons. I smiled, he obviously made his women wear nylon stocking for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the nerve, `` Do n't wait 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 toy I had bought that day. One was an eight in wall rooster. I was hoping to consume his entire dick in me soon and I wanted to get my foresighted neglected holes ready for the biggest peter ever to sate me.

I put the sucking 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 part 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, dear, but our conversation got me pretty horny and this prick 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 down the door. ``

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

'' Have fun tonight, '' I called out once the doorway was closed, a big smiling on my face at the accidental act of voyeurism.

'' You too, '' he called back.

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

Of row, I came quickly and kept riding the stopcock to multiple orgasms.

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

... ..

Tuesday and Wednesday were unhinged 24-hour interval 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 couplet of days helping her wrap present, bake and so forth.

The entire prison term, all I thought about was my son.

I got back Th good afternoon, and the first thing I did was shave and shower. The second affair I did was put a stooge chew in my ass. The tertiary affair I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussycat. The fourth thing I did was textual matter Cody.

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

He texted back a few minutes later.

About an time of day. I have a Christmas present for you too.

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

I typed back :

Cum household soon.

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

Sorry, dolt auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh high stockings, a thong to continue the plug in my ass and the egg, set on low amphetamine, in my cunt, and a sheer Black person shift, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two candy canes left.

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

Did you savor the new flavoured confect canes ?

He texted back :

They were very addicting.

I smiled. He knew. I did n't respond though. I went and put the remote control for the egg on the shelf where he would take the air in with a big bill :

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 high stockings and hung it up on the table so he could n't pretermit it.

The coupons included :

1 coupon for a rough font screw of your female parent

1 voucher for a marathon fucking of your mom

1 coupon for a tight ass to have it off

1 coupon to surface your mommy 's face with cum

1 voucher to deposit a shipment in your Mom 's ardent mouth

1 coupon to use a pair of cuff

1 voucher for a nylon-clad foot job

1 coupon for a pegging from your mother 's strap-on ( if you are into that curt of thing ... your pappa was )

1 coupon to have your mother and the kick Mrs. youth in a 69

1 coupon for a reversal job while you drive

1 coupon for a three hole marathon night with your retentive pretermit mother

1 coupon for a tub with your Mommy

1 coupon for a tit fucking

1 coupon for a fist fucking of your Mother 's snatch

nowadays 2 !

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

Now, derive to the aliveness room.

I then went to the living room, and began the very unmanageable task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to serve, but I was n't leave to suffer her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my legs and waistline, leaving my stocking-clad infantry opened. I wrapped my pep pill body as best I could. I put tinsel on my head, so much I could n't see a affair, and waited.

Anticipation coursed through me.

The egg teased me relentlessly.

Then the room access opened ... and closed.

I heard him walk into the kitchen. I suddenly felt the oscillation get faster.

A couple of excruciating minutes later, where I had no idea how he was going to respond ( the longer he took, the more anxiousness I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` sanctum 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.

'' Fair enough, '' he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, `` The voucher were an matter to touching. ``

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

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

'' I 'd love to know that mingy ass off yours, infant, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

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

My eubstance shivered as I felt him rip off the wrap that covered my tits.

A shudder went up my acantha as his hands cupped my breasts. `` Are these mine now, Mom ? ``

'' Yes, professional, every part of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot breath and then his backtalk on my mamilla. `` Ooooooh. ``

'' I 've imagined this for a long metre, '' he said, as he bit my nipple.

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

'' Of trend, '' he said, going to the early nipple. `` Who do you think is to blame for my nylon fetish ? ``

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

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

I protested, while revealing the truth, `` I only started purposely teasing you when I caught you dominating that gripe Jemma. ``

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

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

'' It was like an overnight complete 180 round around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't fathom how hearing me get laid who you said was Brittany would trip that. But seeing it, well, my cock is hard to resist. ``

'' I could n't even look until Dec 25 to get my present, '' I purred, reaching for it.

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my mitt reaching for his stopcock, his already smashed cock, in his jeans.

We kissed not as female parent and son, but as two horny lovers.

Breaking the buss, he asked, `` You sure about this ? ``

I smiled, as I unbuckled his belt, pulled down his blue jean and boxers, `` Son, I have never wanted anything more in my life. ``

'' Oh, God, '' he groaned, as I stroked his stark penis.

'' May I suck your big hammer, son ? '' I asked, looking up at him.

He handed me the voucher for swallowing a load.

'' Mmmmmmmm, a beneficial jump, '' I purred, taking the coupon, tossing it on the storey and taking his cock in my mouth.

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to hold love to his cock, I was going to nurse it like a cum hungry slut ... like a submissive slave.

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

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

I moaned on his peter in response, as I desperately wanted that first load.

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

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

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

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

'' Yes, Mom, '' he grunted, and spewed his load in my mouth. I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, remembering how very much I loved the tone 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, superior, '' I purred, crawling to the couch.

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

'' I did n't have it away if you liked doing that, your father did n't, '' I answered.

'' Well, that is just wrong, '' he said, as he dropped to his knees in figurehead of me.

'' Do you need to eat Mommy 's cunt ? '' I asked.

He did n't answer with tidings, but instead by action at law as he buried his face in my cunt.

'' Ohhhhh, '' I moaned, as his knife went to puzzle out. The spit, mixed with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and fix to erupt in a couple of minutes.

'' Yes, baby, suck Mommy 's clitoris, make mummy cum, '' I moaned, as I put my hand in his hair.

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

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my legs, the fantasy becoming reality. `` Do n't stop. Yes, yes, Mommy 's coming, yes, yes, yes ! ``

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

He kept licking, seeming to savour 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 good ? '' 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 burden you can fit in your ma cum pail, '' I purred.

'' Then I definitely need to eat. I mean your cunt is delicious, but it lacks the calories I need, '' he joked, standing up.

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

'' Grab a blouse, keep it unbuttoned 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 best Mom tone.

'' haste up, '' he ordered, `` I 'm athirst. ``

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

'' You 're insatiate, '' he said.

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

'' Oh, we will, '' he promised, spanking my ass. `` Now go get a blouse. We ca n't ingest you naked driving around town in apparently view. ``

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

'' Of grade, '' he said.

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

Buffalo Bill Cody was already in the device driver 's seat.

I got in the passenger posterior, naked except for thigh highs and an unbuttoned blouse. `` Where are you taking me, headmaster ? ``

'' Swiss Chalet drive-thru, '' he answered, as he backed out of the garage.

'' I see, '' I smiled, as I fished out his cock, eager to essay how much of a slut I could be for him.

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

'' In the sleeping accommodation, 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.

'' perceptual experience and reality are often two different things, '' I explained, as I lowered my head onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This clip I took my time. I swirled my tongue around his slurred mushroom-shaped cloud top. I created extra saliva to make a different sensation.

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

'' All three of my holes are like magic, '' I responded.

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

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

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

'' I 've been looking for a victor for a couple of year, 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 perfect Master. ``

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

'' Please yell me your Mommy-cum-bucket, '' I asked. `` I want to be everything to you. I want to be your only 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 prevent sucking throughout the drive-thru experience, Master ? ``

'' Yes, mammy 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 slews in your two remaining pickle. ``

I moaned on his cock, the approximation of getting fucked, especially in my ass, really turning me on.

He ordered.

And then we were at the first of two window. The pay window.

He rolled up slowly and a guy 's vox began, `` That will be ... um ... xviii xxv. ``

I got sucking, knowing this teen was watching the back of my point go up and down.

'' Shoot, I did n't make for my wallet, '' Buffalo Bill Cody said. `` strumpet, pay the man. ``

'' Yes, master copy, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my mammilla and reached down into my purse. I pulled out a twenty dollar bill, leaned over so my tits were completely in the open and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` keep on the alteration, cutie. ``

He took the money and I returned to sucking my son 's cock.

Cody said, as if in explanation, `` She is having an appetiser before the meal. ``

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may have a heart attack. ``

I teased, `` I ca n't believe you treated me like such a slut in populace. ``

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

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

This prison term affair got awkward.

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

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

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

'' She could n't wait until we got place, '' William F. Cody replied.

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

'' Thanks Kimberly, '' Cody said, before adding, `` deal this. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my mamilla now in sight for a lady friend Cody knew.

I looked up and smiled. `` Hi, Kimberly. ``

'' Um, hi, '' she said, clearly shocked, but looking down at my son 's impressive package.

William F. Cody waited a second, allowing the girl to really get a undecomposed look at his dick, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my school of thought course. ``

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

'' Want to munch her pussy ? '' William F. Cody asked.

'' I want to do whatever you want me to do, '' I answered. After a suspension, `` but I sure would n't heed some college puss to crunch on. ``

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

'' Years of coitus interruptus will do that to a individual, '' I countered.

'' Well, it 's prison term to lay down up for lost metre, '' Cody said, as he snapped his fingers.

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, returning to his putz, 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, mummy cum-bucket it 's meter for bank deposit number two. ``

'' Yes, passkey, '' I obeyed, surprised, but more than felicitous to oblige.

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

I quipped, wanting to sound cruddy, `` Ready to get a material mother fucker ? ``

'' Shit, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the tight, hottest adulteress I know. ``

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

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

He grabbed my hip joint and began fucking me ... hard ... deep.

'' Oh yes, babe, pound your Mommy 's ignore pussy, '' I moaned.

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

'' I 'll keep you to your word, '' I said back.

'' trustfulness 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 minute, me coming once, before he asked, `` You want this load in your snatch, Mommy cum-bucket ? ``

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

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

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

'' In turn one, '' he said, as he kept spewing his seeded player mystifying inside me.

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

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

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

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

We ate in secretiveness as we watched the tidings. Me only in second joint senior high school and my blouse.

Once I was done, I decided to take the enterprise and moved to him on the sofa. I pulled his pants and underclothes off, moved a faeces directly in movement of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad substructure to his flaccid cock and started rubbing.

'' This, '' he began, with a smile, `` is my biggest fantasy ever, ''

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

'' A stocking metrical unit job from mum, '' he corrected.

'' You really are your father 's son, '' I smiled, as I tried to arouse up my son 's cock.

'' That I seem to be, '' he nodded, as he kept eating and allowed me to razz him. I reminisced all the time I had sucked my husband or given him foot jobs while he watched television, worked on his laptop or read. I even sucked him off in the Bath tub and once, while quite drunkard, while he was on the crapper bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the only thing I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his cock until it grew. Once tough, I moved my feet so I could impart him a foundation job, which spread my legs awkwardly, presenting a very encompassing open pussy or my son to stare at.

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

'' What, the foot job or my gaping kitty-cat ? '' I asked, as I stroked his pecker with my feet.

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

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

'' My putz looks with child 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 make love your mommy 's bunghole, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

'' I do n't get it on, '' he joked. `` This is feeling pretty practiced. ``

'' Fuck Mommy 's tight shit yap now, '' I demanded.

'' fine, '' he sighed, all dramatically, `` If I have to. ``

'' You do, '' I said.

'' But you are doing all the employment, '' he said.

'' Sounds like usual, '' I smirked, as he let go of my feet.

I grabbed the lube I had left near the idiot box pedestal and asked, `` How do you require me ? ``

'' Riding my cock, '' he answered.

'' Oh, I see, '' I smiled, `` you really meant I would be doing all the work. ``

'' Yep, '' he nodded, as I came to him and poured lubricating substance all over his intemperately cock.

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

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

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

'' Want to make sure your ass is ready for my rooster, '' he said.

'' I was born ready, '' I replied, as he added a 2d finger.

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a couple of transactions. Pulling his finger out, he ordered, `` Now ride my cock, Mommy cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to accept a real rooster 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 men on his chest for balance wheel and slowly lowered myself onto his big stopcock. I was n't in as upright a condition as I used to be, so it was more awkward, but soon I was lowering my asshole on his cock.

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

'' I want to be your hot three-hole Mommy cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass turnout for his thick cock. A flimsy burn that I knew was temporary hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his entire nine inch hammer buried inscrutable 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 hammer reaching new never explored depths in my asshole.

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

'' You like that, mom cum-bucket ? '' he asked, as he allowed me to bring back on his lap.

'' roll in the hay, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain still burning, even as a rush of adrenaline at being used hit my very being.

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

'' Yes, captain, '' I nodded, as I slowly began moving up and down on his cock.

'' Oh yeah, ass slut, rag my cock, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Having your mother tease your cock like some cheap adulteress as a Christmas present ? '' I asked.

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

After a second, he added, `` It is the best Christmas deliver ever. ``

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

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 deep in my ass as humanly potential. The delight overwhelmed the pain and I was in heaven.

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

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

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

'' Oh yes, baby, ass fuck Mommy. punt her hoot hollow with your monumental pound, '' 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 dickhead gob. ``

'' Oh, God, fuck, '' he said, a few difficult diagonal later as he spewed his third base load of the day in my third hole.

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

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

'' Call me names, '' I moaned, so close.

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

'' Yes, victor, '' I admitted, as I began bouncing back on his cock, wanting it as oceanic abyss as potential inside me.

'' Come now, mum cum-bucket, ass hussy, hard worker, three hole incestuous whore, submissive Mommy-slut, son fucker, '' he listed off, until I erupted.

'' Yessss, mother fucker ! '' I screamed as another sexual climax hit me.

He fucked me for another arcminute of my orgasm, before pulling out as we both collapsed slope by side, completely spent.

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

He was my Master, I was his cum bucket.

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

Somehow we had combined the trump of both worlds together.

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

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

'' Merry Dec 25, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a sinful smile on my boldness, and added, `` delay until New Year 's Eve. ''