Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum pail

I have wanted to fuck my son for a while, ever since he graduated high school this year and really furbish 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 handsome man, a virtual replica of his go father ( who died serving his body politic two years ago ).

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

When I first had these tone, I went online. kickoff I read a lot of erotic stories of moms seducing sons, of sons seducing mama or, even better, sons dominating moms. I am completely subservient, always have been, and all my fantasies have always revolved around complete submission.

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

It took some doing, but I also found websites that had fair sex talking frankly, and although I did n't join, I read the many remark and was both surprised and excited to check that incest was much more common than one would assume.

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

Then one portentous ahead of time first light, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up call triggered the teddy from fantasy to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hallway to the lavatory when I heard my son motion, rather loudly, `` Ready to sop up my cock, slut ? ``

Hearing my son 's part, sounding like his father 's, and saying words similar to what his father would say to me back when he was alive had me freeze in the hallway.

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

'' She 's a speech sound sleeper. Plus, you did n't appear concerned about my mother when you texted me begging for my cock. ``

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

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

'' You know his tiny dick ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the married man she always raved about at our weekly woman '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 acerate leaf dick, '' my son continued, ridiculing the husband.

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

Instantly, my longsighted neglected back doorway 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 real rooster. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my theatre, and on your knees eager to suck my dick with my mom in the adjacent room ? '' He questioned, loving to humble ... just like his father ... always pushing the submissive to the extreme point of submission.

My deal went to my tingling pussy as I moved closer to the slightly open 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 balk ? '' My son asked, as I reached the door.

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

I could n't facilitate but smirk. The most pretentious woman in our locality. A mother of two, head of the residential area council and choir leader at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

'' To suck your cock, get fucked like the dirty whore I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenaged slut or a porn star than a happily married mother of two.

Just as I peeked in the out-of-doors crack accidentally left exposed for me, I heard the slobbering sounds of rough aspect fucking ... something my hubby 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 great expression at an almost bare Jemma Loretta Young, in cipher but thigh high gear stockings, and her face wide of cock.

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

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

Two : my husband had a nylon fetish and made me fag thigh high gear, a supporter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past tense two years since his tragical death.

Did my son have the same fetish ?

Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

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

My eyes went big.

My slit got damper.

His dick was huge. Long and thick.

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

I wanted that cock in my lip, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my tenacious forgotten ass.

I wanted to be on my knee in presence 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 have just tasted her daughter 's pussycat juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly unspoiled mum was a cum bucket for her beau ? '' He asked.

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

'' True enough, '' he laughed, before he ordered, `` Get on all four on my bed, jade. ``

'' Yes, original, '' she said, as she scurried on the bed like a slut in heat.

earshot the word 'Master'again shocked me. A term that was plebeian between my husband and me in the confines of our sleeping accommodation. In public no one would acknowledge he was Master and I submissive. He got teased by his pal and family that he was whipped, as I was pretty confident, seemingly women's rightist, in public. But once the sleeping room door closed, the feminist disappeared and a wanton putz slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

'' As always, master copy, '' she replied like the slavish 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.

'' full, '' he said, as he moved behind her and slammed his cock deep in her ass in one hard 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 equilibrise 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 house to get ass fucked by her daughter 's boyfriend while her married man and kids are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to remind the bitch just how big a whore she was.

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

'' In your once virgin cocksucker, '' He added.

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

They fucked for a few minutes 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 coming obviously hit, trying to avoid waking me up.

Then he asked, a mates of min later, `` Which is the cum bucket muddle 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 cock that was buried deep in her asshole back in her back talk ... that was something I had never done.

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

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the ill-gotten slovenly woman ever suck a pecker that was just in their tell on hole. ``

She moaned on his gumshoe 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 gob'which somehow made it nastier and hotter.

I wanted to be that porno wiz ; I wanted to be sucking that made for porn cock.

Suddenly, he grunted, and declared, `` Here comes my cum, cum pail. ``

She did n't slow down, apparently a rather impressive shaft sucker, as he obviously deposited his load down her throat.

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

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

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

'' Maybe I should go door to door offering my table service, '' he said.

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

'' well, your daughter is a two cakehole cum bucket and you are a three hole cum bucketful, '' he said.

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

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

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

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

I hurried to my room, my motive to pee replaced with my demand to come.

I grabbed my rabbit from the side table, turned it on high and on my favourite impulse, pulled my pajama and pantie down and slither it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him brass fucking me ; I imagined his cock slamming into my puss ; I imagined his dick gaping my asshole ; I imagined being his unconditional fuck toy ... his cum bucket.

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

... ..

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

I also wanted to test a few assumptions. The first being if he had a stock up fetish like his father. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot voodoo like his father. Henry James loved lengthy nylon foot jobs and could number just from that and often did. He loved watching mutant while I gave him long nylon-clad foot occupation. In these scenarios he either came on my feet and had me thrash the cum off my feet ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would have me finish him with my mouth before usually coating my face with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to sustain me go along his cum on my face.

That made me recall our honeymoon, when he shot his consignment all over my case in the hotel before dinner and had me keep it on me while we went out for dinner. He then shot a second shipment on me in the bath of the restaurant before we went out dancing. A final load was shot back in the hotel room and I answered the room access for elbow room service in intimate apparel and a cheek completely coated with cum. Such humiliation only enhanced my desire for utter submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could have it again.

The future dayspring, well early Saturday afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my robe, but with second joint heights stockings. I was pretending to interpret 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 lace top stockings.

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

Although I knew he was in the way, he did n't incite. I wished I could have seen his face, but I wanted to act as innocent as possible. I wanted to get going the tease. I wanted him to get the musical theme that his mother was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly plant the cum that his mother would pass water a great 'cum bucket'.

It did n't final stage farsighted, maybe thirty instant, before I decided the minx was enough and moved the theme down and, being an actress in high school went into to the full actress mode, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't get word you amount down the stairs. ``

'' sunrise, Mom, '' he said, breaking his eye touch from my legs and looking at me.

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

'' Sorry, late Night, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

His font went White person. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my stage off the board, noticing him scout. Hiding my cognition that it was Mrs. Lester Willis Young, I added, `` And I 'd revalue it if you did n't have a go at it Breiz in the elbow 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 poke at his sweats, `` you 're XVIII and an adult so I understand you have needs and I 'm sure enough you and Brittany are fucking like bunnies, but your mother has n't gotten any for two long time and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how long it 's been. ``

He was speechless.

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

I went to the bathroom, got out of my second joint highs, into the exhibitor and used the exhibitor head for a different design as I imagined dropping to my knees, pulling out his crocked hammer and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my head and fucking my face.

I imagined him bending me over the kitchen tabular array and fucking my destitute 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 commit the ultimate taboo, I had to roll in the hay he wanted it too. But, a programme was beginning to form in my mind.

I was going to give him the slap-up Christmas portray ever ... ME.

... ..

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

I wondered if she was wearing thigh senior high school under her very buttoned-down dress ... like I was.

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

When church 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 grinning disappeared instantly as her facial expression went white.

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

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

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

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

'' Um, sure, '' he said, glancing to my leg and the top of my lacing 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 diminished buckle.

It took him a bit to unbuckle the modest 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 pes and asked, `` Can you do this one too ? ``

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

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

He again took a prolonged 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 freak like his father.

decision making to push it further, I asked, `` My feet are killing me from wearing these heel. Would you be volition to pass on your old bag of a mother a foot massage ? ``

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

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

'' Mom, you need to get back out in the dating domain. It 's been two geezerhood, '' he said, his centre never leaving my legs.

I sat on the end of the couch, flipped my legs up onto his lap, rightfulness on his genital organ and said, `` Finding a commodity man is nearly impossible. ``

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

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

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

We were both unsounded for a match of mo while he massaged my feet. I noticed him require many quick glimpses up my legs. But I pretended to not note. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Bretagne serious ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just admirer with welfare ? '' I asked, a terminus I had learned recently.

'' Yeah, something like that, '' he said, smiling for the world-class time.

'' I could use a acquaintance with benefit situation, '' I sighed.

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

'' What ? '' I asked, `` your Mom has demand 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 eff your girlfriend woke up my sleeping, '' I paused for the proper word choice and dramatic result, `` pot. ``

'' 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 foot ever so subtlety pushing down on his iron severely tool stuck in his pants, `` Well, you 're the man of the house now, Cody. ``

I could see his question spinning. I could tell he was wondering if my foot motion was on purpose. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

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

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

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

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

'' well, so did you ass fucking your girl in the room beside me, '' I quipped, as I moved my animal foot away and stood up.

He actually laughed.

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

'' I have never heard you swear before this retiring distich of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. former than 'shit'a brace of times, '' he said.

'' Well, hearing you treat Brittany like a complete whore made me bring in something, '' I said, letting my language linger as I did n't finish up 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 cunt shudder. He sounded exactly like his father.

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

'' Just tell me, '' he ordered.

'' You sounded just like your sire, '' 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 sire was very demanding in the bedroom. I even still obey him now. ``

'' What ? '' he asked, as he was clearly processing the strange revelations.

I did n't contrive to let him know 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 pegleg and feet.

'' Your male parent insisted I wear nylon stocking 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 occupy control of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't want you to think less of me, Buffalo Bill, '' I said, looking nervous and embarrass. My old age of acting in dramatic event productions were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, naught you say can pass water me think lupus erythematosus of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' wellspring, its, just, um, your father was my sea captain, '' I blurted out.

'' Oh, '' he said, the new Apocalypse marinating in his head.

'' And although neither you or anyone else saw it in our day to day biography, except that I always wore thigh highs or a garter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my conservative instructor attire, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial table, `` in the bedchamber he was the original and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to pack shock onto shock, I added, `` So get word you be dominant to Bretagne, calling her gens and pounding her arsehole, or what did you call it ? dogshit cakehole ? Well, that brought back retentivity of your don using me as his three hollow, his three maw, um ... ''

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

'' His three hole cum bucket, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my foreland in my work force ... attempting to win an Oscar for best functioning in an incest seduction.

'' What 's legal injury, Mom ? '' he asked, sitting down beside me and putting his script on my leg.

'' You must think I 'm some kind of fucked-up strumpet, '' I answered, bust forming.

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

'' You could n't ? '' I asked. `` Am I too hideous 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 time he stopped.

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

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

'' You can enjoin me anything, '' I said, as I tried not to smile, knowing my plan was working ... I was planting a embarrassment of source for my end goal.

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

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

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' Do you realize what you just narrate 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 reception seem trivial and probably left him even more cross. `` wellspring, I guess that would be wrong, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the buzzer rang. `` Shoot, that is probably Mike. I invited him over to look on the Dolphins vs Green Bay game. ``

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

He looked into my eye and answered, the same demand dominant tone his father used to use, `` Mom, do you want the accuracy ? ``

'' I think I can handle the truth, '' I joked, looking nervous even as I slightly parodied my husband 's favorite movie.

He looked me directly in the eye and said, just as the bell rang a irregular clip, `` If you were n't my mother, I 'd make you my three hole cum bucketful. ``

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

I headed to my elbow room needing to clip a little LE 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 future naughty theme. Cody was at the computer hardware entrepot 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 ripe minute or two each, when the doorbell rang.

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

I went to the door and was not overly storm to see Jemma standing at my door.

Instantly, I knew what I was going to do.

I opened the doorway, smiled, and greeted, `` Well, if it is n't the anal retentive cum bucketful. ``

'' May I please get along in ? '' she asked, so much more timid than her usual smug self.

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

'' I came to see you, Elizabeth, '' 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, spread my legs and ordered, `` In that face, come and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth ! '' she gasped, surprised.

'' Ass loose woman, '' I retorted back sarcastically.

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

'' You can talk once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my fingerbreadth and pointing to my cattle ranch legs and wet pussy.

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

'' mendicancy, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the other evening too, if I recall. ``

'' I 'm so drear, '' she apologized.

'' For what ? '' I asked, before adding, `` for fucking my son, for being his, what did you hollo yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your daughter 's fellow or for taking my son 's dick up your ass in my home ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

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

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

'' Really ? '' I asked. `` You sounded pretty a good deal in love with my son 's cock. ``

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

'' I 'll help you find 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 girl 's beau should know when they are being blackmailed. ``

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

'' This is getting old, ass slut, '' I sighed. `` Get the fuck over here and eat my cunt or I tell your husband and daughter how big a whore you are. ``

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

'' cry it what you want, bitch, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at in effect as munching cunt as you are at sucking cock. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Get thrashing, strumpet, '' I ordered, grabbing her head and shoving it between my wooden leg and into my wet pussy.

I held her head there for a few seconds until I felt her tongue start licking.

'' goodness, slovenly woman, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the ability. I was undoubtedly a submissive to men, but I could definitely be a predominant to a woman.

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the tongue lashing as I closed my eyes and imagined William Frederick Cody 's last Holy Writ yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd create you my three hole cum bucket .'

I was surefooted that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum bucket, he would likely fill me. If any of the incest stories I read were true or any of the forums I read, nigh male child fantasize about fucking their mothers. We are their outset lovemaking, their first lust and their first onanism fantasies.

As I imagined being his slut, my orgasm built quickly and I came on the squawk 's face. Once done, I said, `` You may depart now. ``

Still on her articulatio genus, her cheek coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to sustain it a privy ? ``

Deciding I wanted to remember this instant forever, I grabbed my telephone set and said, `` Do n't proceed, slut. ``

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

'' You look super slutty with pussycat juice all over your facial expression, '' I smiled.

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

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

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of course, '' I said, `` it 's trade good to birth a slit muncher across the street. ``

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

'' You just munched bitch, '' 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 say my husband or daughter. ``

'' Your arcanum is secure 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 check out what kind of porno he watched. All male child, all men, have porn on their estimator ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop and went to his browser account and smiled. He was on the same site I often used ... Literotica.

The last narration 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 pussycat was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at other stories he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories other than one called `` mammy Make serious dearie '' which was actually a Lesbian incest story ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest search were from yesterday. Earlier browser history was more gangbang taradiddle, anal retentive stories, etc. He also had hundred of video of adult female in nylons, almost all without heels on ( he indeed had the same fetish as his founder ... nylon, but particularly nylon pes ). He also had ton of videos, again almost all of them with cleaning lady in stockings : gangbang, couples, lesbians, etc, but always in nylons.

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

I then noticed a video downloaded hold up night. It was called Cory Salmon Portland Chase in Mother taste. I had to clack on it. The mother sucked his rooster, took it in her kitty and her ass before taking a thickset consignment mostly in her backtalk 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 bit time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some last minute Christmas shopping, including a stop at an adult entrepot for some new toys.

That night, he came home right at supper time and I was again in thigh eminent stockings and a red dress that barely hid them.

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

'' I like to look unspoilt, '' I said. `` Is that okey ? ``

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

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your female parent, '' I said, fishing for more compliments, as I brought a 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 collapse him a chance to see to it out my total 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 wide actress mode.

'' All my protagonist want to get laid you, '' he continued.

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

'' All throughout senior high school schoolhouse that was all I heard, '' he continued, `` how hot my mom was. ``

'' wellspring, I guess it 's best than having an ugly mother, '' I joked, as I went to the tabular array 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 aid it, I felt jealous. I asked, `` Do you project to bring her back 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 house. You should be able to fuck who you want, when you want. ``

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

I could n't distinguish if he could secernate that I was offering myself to him or not. My innuendo was getting to a lesser extent and less subtle.

'' Yes, '' I nodded, standing up. `` You 're 18. You 're an adult. ``

'' Um, okay, '' he nodded.

I decided to bear on the limit even more. `` And as man of the household, 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 firm 's three screwing holes.

'' Good that 's clear, '' I said, before adding, `` and feel gratuitous 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 hold up vicariously through your ass slut girl, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll pretend 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 old age, '' I explained. `` Adult public lecture. But hearing what I heard the other night woke up my quiescence jackpot. ``

'' 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 thigh-slapper that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its big to be able to talk so frankly with you, dear. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his operose cock poking my leg.

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

His assurance oozing, obviously realizing he was justify to say whatever he wanted, `` I 'm always ready, Mom. Always. ``

'' Oh, to birth my own eighteen year 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 have-to doe with you. ``

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

He laughed, `` Sure, Mom. But I need to get ready, Brittany will be here any hour now. ``

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

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

Breiz arrived a few second later in a plaid skirt, tight blouse and white nylons. I smiled, he obviously made his women wear rayons for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the cheek, `` Do n't hold off 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 way and pulled out the new plaything I had bought that day. One was an eight inch rampart turncock. I was hoping to stimulate his full cock in me soon and I wanted to get my long unattended holes ready for the vainglorious cock ever to satiate me.

I put the suction cup on the wall after lubing it up, pulled up my frock, tugged off my thong, and got on all four. 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, dearest, but our conversation got me pretty horny and this stopcock 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 shut the door. ``

'' Yes, of course, '' he said, pulling out of the concupiscent trance he was in.

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

'' You too, '' he called back.

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

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

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

... ..

Tuesday and Wednesday were crazy 24-hour interval as I went to spend some time with my mother, who lived a span time of day away. She would be coming over for Noel supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a distich of days helping her wrap presents, bake and so forth.

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

I got back Thursday afternoon, and the first thing I did was shave and shower. The mo thing I did was put a butt plug in my ass. The third thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my slit. The fourth part thing I did was textbook Cody.

When are you going to be home ? I have an other Dec 25 present tense for you.

He texted back a few minutes later.

About an hour. I have a Christmastide present for you too.

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

I typed back :

Cum home soon.

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

Sorry, stupid motorcar correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh luxuriously stockings, a thong to celebrate the chew in my ass and the egg, set on low speed, 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 help it, I texted him back, in all probability 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 control for the egg on the ledge where he would walk in with a big billet :

present tense 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 tabular array so he could n't miss it.

The coupons included :

1 coupon for a rough case fucking of your female parent

1 coupon for a Marathon shtup of your mom

1 coupon for a tight ass to fuck

1 coupon to coat your Mommy 's boldness with cum

1 coupon to situate a load in your Mom 's warm mouth

1 voucher to use a pair of handcuffs

1 coupon for a nylon-clad substructure job

1 voucher for a pegging from your mother 's strap-on ( if you are into that short of affair ... your pappa was )

1 coupon to have your Mother and the gripe Mrs. Young in a 69

1 voucher for a blow job while you drive

1 coupon for a three hole endurance contest night with your long neglected mother

1 voucher for a bathtub with your Mommy

1 voucher for a tit fucking

1 voucher for a fist fucking of your Mother 's cunt

nowadays 2 !

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

Now, come to the living room.

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

I wrapped my branch and shank, leaving my stocking-clad groundwork open. I wrapped my upper body as dependable I could. I put tinsel on my foreland, so much I could n't see a thing, and waited.

Anticipation 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 trembling 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 way as he said, `` holy crap, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

'' This is the dependable nowadays 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 interesting cutaneous senses. ``

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

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

'' I 'd love to lie with that besotted ass off yours, baby, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

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

My body shivered as I felt him rip off the wrapper that covered my tits.

A chill went up my spine as his hand cupped my breasts. `` Are these mine now, Mom ? ``

'' Yes, Master, every contribution of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot breathing time and then his mouth on my nipple. `` Ooooooh. ``

'' I 've imagined this for a recollective prison term, '' he said, as he bit my nipple.

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

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

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

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

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

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

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

'' It was like an overnight make out 180 act around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't sound how get wind me make love who you said was Brittany would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my hammer is punishing to resist. ``

'' I could n't even wait until Christmas 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 turncock, his already pixilated tool, in his jeans.

We kissed not as mother 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 denim and boxers, `` Son, I have never wanted anything more in my animation. ``

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

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

He handed me the voucher for swallowing a load.

'' Mmmmmmmm, a good startle, '' I purred, taking the coupon, tossing it on the floor and taking his cock in my mouth.

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to make love to his cock, I was going to suck it like a cum thirsty jade ... like a submissive slave.

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

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

I moaned on his gumshoe in reaction, as I desperately wanted that first load.

'' necessitate it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his hips to get together my forward bobs.

And I did. I took his entire nine inch cock in my oral cavity. I gagged briefly, but recovered quickly.

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

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

'' Yes, Mom, '' he grunted, and spewed his load in my rima oris. 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 bucket, he pulled out and said, `` Get on the couch. ``

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

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

'' I did n't have a go at it if you liked doing that, your male parent did n't, '' I answered.

'' Well, that is just legal injury, '' he said, as he dropped to his knee joint in front of me.

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

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

'' Ohhhhh, '' I moaned, as his tongue went to act. The tongue, mixed with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and ready to combust in a couple of minutes.

'' Yes, babe, suck mommy 's clit, make Mommy come, '' I moaned, as I put my deal in his hair.

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

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my pegleg, 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 mouth and face.

He kept licking, seeming to relish my cum as a good deal as I had savoured his.

Once my sexual climax was done, I demanded, `` Use another voucher. ``

'' 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 Mommy cum bucket, '' 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 suffer you listen ? '' I asked.

'' Grab a blouse, restrain 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 start, '' he said, as he pulled me up.

'' It better be, '' I said, in my practiced Mom tone.

'' hurry up, '' he ordered, `` I 'm hungry. ``

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

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

'' I have to attain up for lost clip, '' I said back.

'' Oh, we will, '' he promised, spanking my ass. `` Now go get a blouse. We ca n't have you raw driving around township in quetch persuasion. ``

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

'' Of course, '' he said.

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

Buffalo Bill Cody was already in the number one wood 's seat.

I got in the passenger seat, bare except for thigh highs and an unbuttoned blouse. `` Where are you taking me, overlord ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I did, '' he laughed.

'' Perception and reality are often two different matter, '' I explained, as I lowered my oral sex onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This clip I took my time. I swirled my tongue around his thick mushroom top. I created extra saliva to create a different sensation.

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

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

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

'' That your female parent is a cock hungry strumpet ? '' I asked.

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

'' I 've been looking for a master for a couple of years, son. But no one came close to your founder. 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 couple MILF 's to distract me from what I really wanted, '' he said. `` My own personal Mommy-slut. ``

'' Please call 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 match of minutes until he said, `` We 're here. ``

I stopped and asked, `` Am I to keep sucking throughout the drive-thru experience, Master ? ``

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll ordering a kinsperson pack. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit slews in your two remaining holes. ``

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

He ordered.

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

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

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

'' Shoot, I did n't bring my wallet, '' William F. Cody said. `` strumpet, pay the man. ``

'' Yes, passkey, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my knocker and reached down into my pocketbook. I pulled out a XX, leaned over so my pap 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 account, `` She is having an appetizer before the meal. ``

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may receive a heart flak. ``

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

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

'' Maybe, '' I replied, returning to sucking his prick as we reached the intellectual nourishment window.

This time things got awkward.

'' Hey, Cody, '' a distaff 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 dwelling house, '' Cody replied.

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

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

'' Yes, captain, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my tits now in persuasion for a girl Buffalo Bill knew.

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

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

Cody waited a bit, allowing the girl to really get a respectable look at his dick, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my doctrine class. ``

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

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

'' I want to do whatever you want me to do, '' I answered. After a pause, `` but I sure would n't mind some college pussycat to munch on. ``

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

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

'' Well, it 's time to puddle up for lost sentence, '' Cody said, as he snapped his fingers.

'' Yes, passkey, '' I obeyed, returning to his cock, which I sucked the total 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 time for deposit bit two. ``

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

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

I quipped, wanting to sound nasty, `` Ready to become a substantial female parent fucker ? ``

'' crap, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the cruddy, hot slut I know. ``

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

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

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

'' Oh yes, baby, Sudanese pound your mamma 's neglected slit, '' I moaned.

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

'' I 'll keep you to your give-and-take, '' I said back.

'' Trust me, '' he said, `` you will have so very 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 lading in your cunt, ma cum-bucket ? ``

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

'' Here it comes, Mommy-slut, '' he grunted, and deposited his second gear load, in my 2nd maw so far.

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

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

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

'' Yes, professional, '' 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 holes to sate, '' he shrugged, as he opened the food.

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

Once I was done, I decided to ask the initiative and moved to him on the sofa. I pulled his drawers and underwear off, moved a stool directly in front of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad metrical foot to his flaccid cock and started rubbing.

'' This, '' he began, with a grinning, `` is my expectant fantasy ever, ''

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

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

'' You really are your forefather '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 metre I had sucked my husband or given him foot jobs while he watched telecasting, worked on his laptop or read. I even sucked him off in the bath tub and once, while quite drunk, while he was on the toilet bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the lone matter I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his cock until it grew. Once hard, I moved my feet so I could give him a foot job, which spread my stage awkwardly, presenting a very wide open pussy or my son to stare at.

'' This is literally the red-hot thing ever, '' he groaned.

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

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

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

'' My rooster 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.

'' wellspring, maybe you should sleep together your mum 's asshole, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

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

'' nookie 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 work, '' he said.

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

I grabbed the lube I had left near the television set stand and asked, `` How do you want me ? ``

'' Riding my pecker, '' he answered.

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

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

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

'' Such a dirty hussy, '' he countered, as he grabbed the lubricating substance, turned me around and poured lube on my ass boldness. He then slid a finger inside my ass.

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

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

'' I was born cook, '' I replied, as he added a second finger.

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

I eagerly obeyed, excited to have a real cock in my ass for the first of all fourth dimension in age. I backed up, straddled him slowly, facing him, wanting to look at him as we fucked.

I put my paw on his bureau for balance and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as just a cast as I used to be, so it was more sticky, but soon I was lowering my shit on his cock.

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

'' I want to be your hot three-hole Mommy cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass broadening for his thick cock. A thin burn that I knew was temporary hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his entire nine inch prick buried thick 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 mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

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

'' shag, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain still burning, even as a rush of Adrenalin at being used hit my very being.

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

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

'' Oh yeah, ass strumpet, ride my rooster, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Having your mother depend on your cock like some cheap slut as a Dec 25 present ? '' I asked.

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

After a import, he added, `` It is the best Christmas exhibit 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 turncock, taking it as deep in my ass as humanly potential. The delight overwhelmed the pain and I was in heaven.

'' God, Mom, this spirit 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 cock deep in me, turned around, put me on the couch and took control of the ass fucking.

'' Oh yes, sister, ass fuck Mommy. Pound her squat pickle with your massive hammer, '' I babbled, my coming building.

'' One net bucket to fill up, '' 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 bull kettle of fish. ``

'' Oh, God, fuck, '' he said, a few laborious strokes later as he spewed his third gear encumbrance of the day in my third hole.

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

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

'' call up me names, '' I moaned, so close.

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

'' Yes, schoolmaster, '' I admitted, as I began bouncing back on his hammer, wanting it as cryptical as potential inside me.

'' Come now, Mommy cum-bucket, ass slut, slave, three hole incestuous harlot, submissive Mommy-slut, son fucker, '' he listed off, until I erupted.

'' Yessss, female parent fucker ! '' I screamed as another orgasm hit me.

He fucked me for another moment of my orgasm, before pulling out as we both break down side by side of meat, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a strange calmness after the late chroma warmed me.

He was my victor, I was his cum bucket.

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

Somehow we had combined the best of both earthly concern together.

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

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

'' Merry Dec 25, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a wicked smile on my cheek, and added, `` Wait until New year 's Eve. ''