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My Son 's Christmas Present

A Mother 's Desires Series



It 's been three years since the bomb calorimeter dropped. That night my husband woke us and induce us into our backyard bomb shelter. I remember the sky was orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet Gunter Wilhelm Grass to the doors of the protection. I grabbed my son and ran in, a flavor of safety washables over me. My hubby called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a bitch ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew full moon well the `` something '' he had to get was my young sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not give birth made it to my mother 's house because he never came back. He locked the door from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless someone finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My married man had finished the shelter and stocked it with enough food to lastly a hundred years, guns and ammunition, furniture and used it as storage for our Christmas ornament. But other than that we had zip. No TVs, no computers, no movies, no games, null. So, for the last three years my son and I have been in this bomb shelter with absolutely nothing to do. Three Yule 's with no presents, three birthdays with no cake, three fucking years with nothing ! It has been very tough to watch my son suffer over the years. He feels abandoned by his father, and he is so repressed with emotion and hormones that I 'm afraid he will irrupt soon. We are coming up on our one-quarter Christmas in the shelter, and I am determined to take this Noel Worth something for my son. I do n't know how, but this year my son will have a present tense under that dullard plastic tree, I have stared at for three years !

'' Mom, it 's so hot in here ! I 'm going to die ! '' billy said wiping elbow grease off his face.

'' I know sweetheart, mamma is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the floor, sweat running down his body. `` take on your Saint Nicholas hat off dearest, that will cool you off. If you have to, strip down to your underclothing like mom. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panties. The oestrus was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to move ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his blazonry and legs out in a gesture of defeat. I decided to change the issue. One More word about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you set up for Christmas tomorrow morning dear ? '' I said, not expecting the answer I got.

'' shag Yule ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! keep an eye on your language immature man ! '' I growled back. He paid my protest no mind and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Yule sucks ! cipher ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heating system just like every other day. God, I ca n't discontinue diaphoresis ! '' He finished, wiping sweat off his forehead and flinging it off his men towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know affectionately, I ca n't stop sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a free bosom show I mused.

'' That 's okay mom, I like it when you sweat. ''

'' What ? '' I spit out in shock cutting him off. `` You like it when I sweat ? '' He looked at me eagerly.

'' Yeah, when ever you are in the bread and butter way sweating, this smell fills the air. I do n't know why, but it smells really good to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and step-in, both were soaked in fret, but my panty were drenched, and I immediately knew what scent he was talking about. Embarrassed I stammered on.

'' I 'm regretful sweetheart, I know mommy is icky down there. I will try not to smell so much, baby, I 'm dismal. '' He looked at me with muddiness on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the flavor. I wish I could smell it all the time. I wish I could smack it closer. '' I could n't believe my pinna, he wants to smell it closer ? With a feeling of shock and repugnance on my face I continued, determined to visualise out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to sense it confining ? What do you mean dear ? '' I said looking at the flooring, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He did n't hesitate to do, almost eager to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell out it closer, like stick my face up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a loss for words. After a bit of secrecy, looking down at my leg, I worked up the courage to speak again.

'' Baby ? You do live that the smell you are talking about is coming from mama 's vagina and anus right ? From my fork ? That flavor is a dirty sense of smell. It 's not commodity. citizenry get smelly down there, both girlfriend and son. Tai why we need to lap down there often. '' It was hard to continue strip in the tax shelter. I did n't bed how much water we had, so I made the decision that we would only take sponge bathroom. It meant never feeling shower newly, but I would prefer that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his wearing apparel were drenched in elbow grease too. My memory was then jogged of a comrade smell in the air on hot days. A pleasant smelling, a flavour I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my oral sex. That smell was my son 's consistence scent, the smell of my son 's prick. I choked, almost throwing up acid in my sassing. I ca n't believe it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the smell of my dirty pussy !

'' I know that mom. I still like the look, I ca n't help it. It makes me feel these weird feelings. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could stick my font in it right now ! '' He cut in as my head was spinning from the revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to shut this down immediately. I could not have my son lusting after the scent of my stinky pussy !

'' Billy ! Do you realize what you just said ? You want to stick your face in your mother 's crotch ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His cheeks turned red as anger scene across his face.

'' I hate it here ! '' He screamed, `` I never get anything here, the one thing I tell you I want, you yell at me for ! '' I knew I had to do something to cool off him down, he is cook to burst forth and I just lit the fuse.

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

'' So you are saying I can smell you ? '' He said with a big smiling on his face. `` Stick my face in your crotch and tone for as longsighted as I want ? '' Shock came over me. I ca n't believe this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to have to wield this delicately.

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

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

'' Baby no ! mammy did n't say you ca n't do it, please calm down, you do n't want to get yourself upset on Christmas Eve. '' He started to calm down to my relief. But now I have a Major job. I am pretty trusted my son is about to vex his brass in my crotch and smell my bemire pussy and asshole. He slowly got up and started to walk towards me. My core started beating faster, I could feel the stemma rushing to my face as my ears began to ring and a hot news bulletin rolled over my trunk. He stood right in nominal head of me now. I looked up at his face and could see inexorable decision. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my legs and lifted my groundwork up onto the border of the lounge in entry, exposing my white panties now almost see through from the drenching sudor. My pussy was clearly outlined and my panties were wedged up between my ass cheeks exposing one cheek Sir Thomas More than the other, leaving an indent of my asshole.

He dropped to his knees and looked at my crotch with infatuation. I turned my head word and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nose was an inch from my crotch, right between my pussy and arse. He made loud inhaling phone as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my cunt again and the abstract seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized blood was rushing to my secret area and engorging my purulent lip. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't find anything.

Without warning my son slammed his typeface into my crotch, his nose burying itself an inch into my snatch gob, my panties straining to preserve him out. I jumped as a shock Wave of feel erupted through my torso like an explosion. My foreland slammed back against the couch pulling my shirt back, causing the material to rub against my nipples. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half column inch in length. This was unbelievable, my nipples have never been this hard. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jolts of strong-arm feelings shot through my torso. I looked down at my son again, his headway and nose moving up and down furiously from my pussy to my mother fucker. He started going a little higher each time and then I felt it.

Stars erupted in my eyes, my pinna rang and my school principal buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's nose had hit my clit, and if he did it again, I was going to orgasm whether I liked it or not. Before I could make a relocation to intercept him, he slid back up to my clit, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my crotch like a thousand atomic bomb calorimeter. My purulent golf hole tightened, my ass pickle throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my pussy as my nous slammed back into the frame. I was falling backwards, the way was spinning, I felt as though I would faint but slowly I was pulled back from the brink.

As I regained consciousness, I noticed the rubbing in my crotch had stopped. I looked up and nightstick was standing in front of me covered in puss juice and grool. A shocked looking on his brass, sassing open and speechless.

'' Are you okay featherbed ? '' I asked looking at him in concern. I do n't know why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A female parent 's love I suppose.

'' Yeah Mom, Are you okay ? You started shaking violently and then I think you peed on me. '' He answered wiping liquid off his chest.

'' Oh ! I 'm sorry infant. Do n't vex, mommy is fine. That was n't pee baby, I promise. It 's what female child do if you do things like stick your look in their genitals. It was n't a bad thing, I promise. '' My Son looked at me like he wanted more. So, I quickly asked, `` Are you happy now ? Did you get what you wanted ? Do you find better ? '' He started to let down himself to his articulatio genus inching forward.

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

'' I 'm dreary baby, once is enough for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Noel and Father Christmas is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for honest boys who go to sleep on prison term. '' I hoped to God he would live with that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

'' Oh, fake Mom ! There is no Santa, and I 'm not getting anything tomorrow ! There is nothing here for me to get ! '' Dammit Carla ! Do n't get him angry again, get him to bed ! I thought frantically.

'' he-goat I promise, you will have a present tense under the tree diagram tomorrow morning, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God help me, I prayed. If I ca n't get him to bed soon, this night is going to end badly for me.

'' You promise mom ? '' nightstick said with a smile appearing on his case. Relief washed over me.

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

'' Thanks mom ! adept nighttime. '' Billy exclaimed as he swooped in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I tried not to bound in fear and disgust.

'' Good night baby, sweet pipe dream. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his cheek he moved his mouth towards mine and I felt wet pause out onto my mouth as his tongue tried to go into. I clasped my mouth tight and braced for his choler at my refusal, but none came. The spirit of my pussy filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my face. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my eyes and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his room and shut his door.

shag Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no exhibit for him and less than eight hours to think of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Xmas tree diagram and fell on my knee joint in desperation. I was terrified about not having something under that tree for my son when he woke up in the morning. Terrified of his anger, that will come from it.

'' God aid me. What am I going to put under this Christmas tree ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far face of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only thing I can dedicate him, I thought to myself with a helpless chortle. He 'd like that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitch in my pussy, and persuasion of my son taking me right here under the tree filled my head. I tried desperately to crusade them out but it was too late. I felt wetness building in my step-in as images of my son 's stopcock sliding in and out of me danced in my caput like wampum plums. My kitty started to ache and I could experience my clit getting hard. I bit my lip and slip my handwriting into my overcharge pantie as I layed back under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The sexual climax my son had given me, left me wanting more. As my horniness increased, it took over my intellect, blocking all rational thought. My finger hit my button as it moved down to my puss hole, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clit. I pictured his header in between my legs again, smelling and licking. I pulled my hand out of my panty and a vauntingly chain of twat juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you want to reek mommy 's cunt juice baby ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my legs right then and there. I shoved my hand back into my panties as my clitoris screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a flier motion. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching climax. It was there, I could palpate it coming, but me rubbing my clitoris was n't going to take away me over the boundary. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my right mamilla and squeezed. Bright star erupted before my optic as my coming rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the transport, all the while dreaming of my son 's cock plunging in and out of me. Heaven slowly faded, and while my kitty felt satisfied, a shameful feel took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal position regretting what I had just done. After a few minutes of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my puss twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my sons hammer has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's rooster ! I knew my puss would n't be satisfied without a right pounding but there were no dildos in the bomb protection. The only when affair I could find over the years to stick in my pussycat was the hold of a screwing driver which was small and hard as hell. My pussy twitched again, reminding me that there was one soft rod I could ride. I ca n't trust I am thinking about this, I screamed in my nous. Slowly I started to rationalize the position as an apology to get what my pussy wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world has ended. We have n't seen anyone for years. He 's getting out of manus. He will probably end up raping me anyway. It 's only inevitable that this happens. '' I said aloud, laying on my rear and looking up at the ceiling. Besides, I thought. We could be the concluding two people on worldly concern. Who am I to deny my son the delight of knowing a char ? Who am I to refuse my cunt the pounding its mendicancy for ? The very fate of the human race could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be rattling ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would chip in both of us something to do ! I could n't consider it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Yuletide exhibit tomorrow morning. The best Christmas exhibit any boy could get. Pussy. Well, and maybe a small sucking too. I thought as I felt another touch in my snatch while licking my lips, hungry for cock .