Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum bucket

I have wanted to sleep with my son for a while, ever since he graduated high schoolhouse this class and really buffed up over the summer working construction.

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

In fact, my son had grown into a very openhanded man, a virtual replica of his deceased father ( who died serving his country two long time ago ).

I did n't only want to have it away my son, no, I wanted to be his submissive piece of tail toy.

When I first had these smell, I went online. offset I read a lot of erotic level of moms seducing son, of son seducing moms or, even better, son dominating moms. I am completely submissive, 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 person, some read by females and thus I was n't the only one.

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

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

Then one black former morning, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up margin call triggered the shift from illusion to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hallway to the can when I heard my son question, rather loudly, `` quick to suck my peter, slut ? ``

Hearing my son 's vocalism, sounding like his father 's, and saying Scripture similar to what his Church Father would say to me back when he was alive had me frost in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth ? '' A vox questioned ... a interpreter I recognized instantly. It was Mrs. young, his girlfriend 's mother and a complete bitch who lived across the street from me.

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

'' 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 minuscule dicked husband satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his voice so stiff and authoritative.

'' You know his flyspeck dick ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the married man she always raved about at our hebdomadary woman 's night.

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

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

Instantly, my long 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 genuine cock. ``

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

My hand went to my tingling puss as I moved closer to the slightly unresolved door. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this.

'' I ca n't reject you, '' she answered.

'' What ca n't you resist ? '' My son asked, as I reached the door.

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

I could n't avail but smirk. The most pretentious fair sex in our neighbourhood. A mother of two, school principal of the community council and choir drawing card 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 teenage slut or a porno mavin than a happily married mother of two.

Just as I peeked in the open go accidentally left undefendable for me, I heard the slobbering sounds of rough face fucking ... something my husband often used to do to me, something I loved ... being used for the pleasure of another.

Somehow they were positioned perfectly for me to get a great spirit at an almost naked Jemma Young, in goose egg but thigh high stockings, and her case full of cock.

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

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

Two : my husband had a nylon fetish and made me wear second joint highs, a supporter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the preceding two years since his tragic death.

Did my son have the Sami fetish ?

Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

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

My eyes went big.

My twat got damper.

His pecker was vast. Long and thick.

My backtalk watered, as all my late night incest illusion became more authentic.

I wanted that rooster in my mouth, in my cobwebbed twat and in my yearn block ass.

I wanted to be on my genu in front end of that magnificent cock.

I wanted to be the slut that obeyed his every order.

I wanted to be his Mommy-slut.

'' I thought it tasted like her, '' she said, seeming to not be bothered to have just tasted her daughter 's pussy juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly ripe mommy was a cum bucketful for her boyfriend ? '' He asked.

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

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

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

hearing the word 'Master'again shocked me. A full term that was common between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would know he was Master and I submissive. He got teased by his chum and crime syndicate that he was whipped, as I was pretty confident, seemingly women's rightist, in populace. But once the bedroom door closed, the libber disappeared and a wanton cock slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

'' As always, skipper, '' she replied like the submissive she was. It made me smirk to see this pretentious cunt not only willingly coming over to get ass fucked, but also pre-lubing herself ... that was something I had never heard of before.

'' proficient, '' he said, as he moved behind her and slammed his rooster deep in her ass in one hard thrust.

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

'' You 're going to awaken up my mother, ass slut, '' he laughed, as he began fucking her ass hard.

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

'' Says the wed cum bucket sneaking into a neighbour 's house to get ass fucked by her daughter 's swain while her husband and Thomas Kid are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to remind the squawk just how big a whore she was.

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

'' In your once Virgin arsehole, '' He added.

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

They fucked for a few min like this.

I rubbed myself the entire prison term ... 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 couplet of minute later, `` Which is the cum bucket hole tonight, slut ? ``

'' I want to accept 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 cock that was buried deep in her asshole back in her mouth ... that was something I had never done.

My hubby came in my ass, on my ass, on my tits, but mostly he loved coating my boldness. I remember him saying how often of a bend on it was to see a sugariness kindergarten teacher with her expression coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the dirtiest sluts ever suck a stopcock that was just in their bullshit maw. ``

She moaned on his cock as she impressively took the entire massive rod in her mouth. She looked like a porno star. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit hole'which somehow made it nastier 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 slack down, apparently a rather impressive tool sucker, as he obviously deposited his load down her throat.

When he pulled out, he said, `` Could you imagine if the neighbourhood knew the verity, that you 're just a cum pail for big prick ? ``

'' If all the lonely housewives knew you were packing nine inches of cock I doubt I would be the solitary 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 effective two in bigger than his sire 's impressive cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hurried to my room, my pauperism to pee replaced with my pauperism to come.

I grabbed my rabbit from the side tabular array, turned it on high and on my favourite heartbeat, 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 jade. I imagined him side fucking me ; I imagined his cock slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his dick gaping my asshole ; I imagined being his categoric 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 substitute his cum bucket.

... ..

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

I also wanted to prove a few assumptions. The first being if he had a buy in voodoo like his father. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot fetish like his founding father. Jesse James loved protracted nylon invertebrate foot job and could add up just from that and often did. He loved watching sports while I gave him long nylon-clad foot jobs. In these scenarios he either came on my feet and had me lick the cum off my feet ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would have me finish up him with my sassing before usually coating my face with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to have me keep his cum on my face.

That made me recall our honeymoon, when he shot his consignment all over my face in the hotel before dinner and had me observe it on me while we went out for dinner. He then shot a bit warhead on me in the bathroom of the restaurant before we went out dance. A final encumbrance was shot back in the hotel room and I answered the door for room Service in lingerie and a face completely coated with cum. Such mortification only enhanced my desire for complete submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could suffer it again.

The next morning, 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 learn the newspaper, my stocking-clad foot up on the mesa, the robe riding up high up enough that he could definitely see the top of my lace top stockings.

Buffalo Bill walked in and stopped dead in his runway. There was no dubiousness he was staring at my legs. I pretended I did n't notice he was there as I feigned reading the newsprint. I even began to slowly move my left foundation over my right leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't locomote. I wished I could accept seen his face, but I wanted to act as sinless as potential. I wanted to depart the tease. I wanted him to get the approximation that his female parent was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly industrial plant the germ that his female parent would make a majuscule 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last long, maybe thirty seconds, before I decided the teaser was enough and moved the paper down and, being an actress in high schoolhouse went into full actress modal value, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't hear you come down the step. ``

'' forenoon, Mom, '' he said, breaking his eye touch from my branch 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 brass went White person. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my wooden leg off the table, noticing him watch. Hiding my cognition that it was Mrs offspring, I added, `` And I 'd apprise it if you did n't fuck Breiz in the room beside me. ``

'' S-s-sorry, '' he said, clearly shocked by my wiener language.

'' I mean, '' I said, standing up and walking directly in front of him, noticing the erect dick poking at his sweats, `` you 're eighteen and an adult so I understand you have indigence and I 'm sure you and Brittany are fucking like bunny girl, but your mother has n't gotten any for two class and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how foresightful 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 thigh high, into the rain shower and used the lavish fountainhead for a unlike purpose as I imagined dropping to my knees, pulling out his blind drunk tool and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my head and fucking my face.

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

I imagined him making me beg him to ream my snitch 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 cognise he wanted it too. But, a plan was beginning to form in my mind.

I was going to pass on him the majuscule Christmas award ever ... ME.

... ..

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

I wondered if she was wearing second joint high under her very Conservative clothes ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a concluded submissive to men, I had, on social occasion years ago, a few Lesbian encounters, including a few where I was in charge. Then it hit me. The hone way to score 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 dick up your ass ? ``

Her smug smile disappeared instantly as her cheek went white.

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

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

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

When I got menage from church, Cody was watching NFL football game on the couch. I went to him, put my foot on the sofa beside him, and asked, `` Could you please unmake the buckle ? Mom 's cover is killing her. ``

'' Um, sure enough, '' 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 secret plan, '' he lied, as he moved his hired man to the small buckle.

It took him a bit to unbuckle the little strap with his big fingerbreadth, but eventually he did. I slid my groundwork out and wiggled my toes right in front of him. I then switched fundament and asked, `` Can you do this one too ? ``

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

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

He again took a prolonged look at my full moon 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 fundament fetish freak like his father.

Deciding to push it further, I asked, `` My human foot are killing me from wearing these heels. Would you be unforced to give your old bag of a female parent a human foot massage ? ``

'' for certain, '' 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 reality. It 's been two yr, '' he said, his oculus never leaving my legs.

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

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

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

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

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

He replied, `` Not really. ``

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

'' Yeah, something like that, '' he said, smiling for the first time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Listening to you fuck your girl woke up my dormancy, '' I paused for the right hand word choice and dramatic effect, `` kitty. ``

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my base 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 hard cock stuck in his pant, `` Well, you 're the man of the theatre now, Cody. ``

I could see his head spinning. I could distinguish he was wondering if my metrical unit motility was on function. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

I continued, `` Now that you 're xviii and an grownup, 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 frank conversations with your female parent, '' I finished, before adding, `` even if those conversations gross you out. ``

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

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

He actually laughed.

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

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

'' Well, hearing you treat Brittany like a complete bawd made me realize something, '' I said, letting my words linger as I did n't fetch up the sentence.

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

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

'' Mom, you ca n't say something like that and then forget, '' 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 mansion'made my pussy tingle. He sounded exactly like his father.

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

'' Just tell me, '' he ordered.

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

'' When ? '' he asked, confused.

'' When you were dominating Brittany, '' I answered, looking down as if trying to head off 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 foreign revelations.

I did n't project to let him have sex this yet, but I figured what the heck. `` I still wear nylons for him every day. ``

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

'' Your Father-God insisted I wear nylon 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 endeavor to prepare him withdraw control of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't require you to think to a lesser extent of me, William F. Cody, '' I said, looking flighty and hinder. My years of acting in drama product were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, goose egg you say can make me think 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 marinating in his head.

'' And although neither you or anyone else saw it in our day to day lives, except that I always wore thigh highs or a garter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my materialistic teacher dress, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial table, `` in the bedroom he was the Master and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to pile shock absorber onto shock, I added, `` So hearing you be dominant to Brittany, calling her gens and pounding her SOB, or what did you call it ? Shit gob ? Well, that brought back memories of your Father using me as his three golf hole, his three cakehole, um ... ''

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

'' His three jam cum bucketful, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my head in my hands ... attempting to win an Oscar for best carrying into action 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 fucked-up slut, '' I answered, tears forming.

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

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

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

This clip he stopped.

I looked up into his eyes. `` 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 tell me anything, '' I said, as I tried not to smile, knowing my plan was working ... I was planting a plethora of seeds 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 make what you just secernate me ? '' he asked, his hand still on my leg.

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

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

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my future wrangle made my response seem trivial and probably left him even more baffled. `` 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 take in the Dolphins vs Green Bay game. ``

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

He looked into my eyes and answered, the same exact dominant flavor his Fatherhood used to use, `` Mom, do you desire the verity ? ``

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

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

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

I headed to my elbow room needing to snip a little lupus erythematosus slutty for my son 's friend, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of Dec, four days before Christmas, when I came up with my next naughty theme. William Frederick Cody was at the ironware store where he worked in the summertime. 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 buzzer rang.

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

I went to the room access and was not overly surprise to see Jemma standing at my door.

Instantly, I knew what I was going to do.

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

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

'' My son is n't here, '' I said, making her wait 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 petty, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

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

'' Elizabeth II ! '' she gasped, surprised.

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

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

'' You can spill the beans once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my finger's breadth and pointing to my spread ramification and wet pussy.

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

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

'' I 'm so distressing, '' 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 fellow or for taking my son 's dick 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 find again, '' she said.

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

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

'' I 'll help you feel 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 slut. And slut who cheat on their husband with their daughter 's fellow should sleep together when they are being blackmailed. ``

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

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

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

'' shout it what you want, bitch, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at good 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 good slut and serve me as I wish, then yes, '' I nodded, having no real purpose of letting out her mystical. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

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

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

She sighed, as she stared at my kitty-cat, `` Yes, it is. ``

'' Get licking, slut, '' I ordered, grabbing her mind and shoving it between my legs and into my wet pussy.

I held her header there for a few seconds until I felt her glossa startle licking.

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

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the tongue lashing as I closed my center and imagined Buffalo Bill Cody 's last words yesterday ... 'If you were n't my female parent, I 'd make believe you my three mess cum bucket .'

I was surefooted that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum bucket, he would likely take me. If any of the incest stories I read were reliable or any of the forums I read, about boy fantasize about fucking their mothers. We are their number one passion, their first gear lustfulness and their get-go masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his hussy, my orgasm built quickly and I came on the beef 's aspect. Once done, I said, `` You may leave now. ``

Still on her human knee, her font coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to proceed it a confidential ? ``

decision making I wanted to think back this moment forever, I grabbed my sound and said, `` Do n't move, slut. ``

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

'' You look A-one slutty with pussy succus all over your fount, '' I smiled.

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

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

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of course of study, '' I said, `` it 's good to birth a bitch muncher across the street. ``

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

'' You just munched pussy, '' 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 tell my married man or girl. ``

'' Your closed book is rubber with me, '' I said.

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

I decided to go to Cody 's room and hold what variety of porn he watched. All boys, all men, have porn on their figurer ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop and went to his browser story and smiled. He was on the Sami 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 Mommy '' : Becoming a mummy Slut'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at other tarradiddle he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories other than one called `` Mommies Make good darling '' which was actually a sapphic incest story ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest search were from yesterday. Earlier browser chronicle was more gangbang stories, anal story, etc. He also had hundreds of mental picture of women in nylons, almost all without heels on ( he indeed had the same fetish as his Church Father ... nylon stocking, but particularly nylon feet ). He also had wads of video, again almost all of them with women in stockings : gangbang, span, lesbian, 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 picture downloaded last nighttime. It was called Cory chase in Mother Mouthfuls. I had to click on it. The mother sucked his peter, took it in her pussy and her ass before taking a dense shipment mostly in her rima oris and on her chin.

I wanted to be that Mom. I wanted to be a Mommy-slut. I wanted a taste of my son 's cum.

I came a second time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some last infinitesimal Christmas shopping, including a plosive consonant at an adult store for some new toys.

That nighttime, he came home right at supper time and I was again in thigh high stockings and a red dress 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 OK ? ``

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

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your mother, '' I said, fishing for to a greater extent compliments, as I brought a denture to him.

'' faith 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 feed him a prospect to check 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 ass, '' he answered.

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

'' All my booster want to do it you, '' he continued.

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

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

'' wellspring, I guess it 's better 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 help it, I felt jealous. I asked, `` Do you contrive to bring in 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 household. You should be able-bodied to get laid who you want, when you want. ``

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

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

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

'' Um, okeh, '' he nodded.

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

'' Yes, Mom, '' he nodded, taking it as helping around the business firm more, when I meant fucking the charwoman of the house 's three nooky holes.

'' trade good that 's cleared, '' I said, before adding, `` and feel free to fuck her in your room. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

'' Yes, I may not be getting any, but at least I can survive vicariously through your ass loose woman girlfriend, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll pretend you are your beginner and I am the fornicatress. ``

'' I ca n't believe we are having this conversation, '' he said, again looking at my nylon clad legs and feet.

'' I 've been holding this in for years, '' I explained. `` adult lecture. But hearing what I heard the other night 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 fornicatress I fuck scream that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its slap-up to be able to babble out so frankly with you, beloved. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his concentrated cock poking my leg.

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

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

'' Oh, to hold my own eighteen class old, '' I sighed dramatically.

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

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

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

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

He laughed, `` Sure, Mom. But I need to get cook, Bretagne will be here any moment now. ``

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

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

Brittany arrived a few minutes later in a plaid skirt, tight blouse and clean rayons. I smiled, he obviously made his fair sex wear nylons for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the face, `` Do n't look up, Mom. ``

I joked to both of them, `` Do n't do anything I would n't do. ``

Once they were gone, I went to my elbow room and pulled out the new toy dog I had bought that day. One was an eight in paries cock. I was hoping to have his integral cock in me soon and I wanted to get my hanker disregard hollow ready for the handsome shaft ever to fill me.

I put the suction cup on the rampart after lubing it up, pulled up my frock, tugged off my G-string, and got on all IV. I moved behind it and had it part way in, riding it slowly, getting used to it in me, when I heard Cory 's vocalisation. `` Mom ! ``

I looked up and Cory was at my overt door.

Not embarrassed, I shrugged, not stopping fucking myself, as I moaned, `` Sorry, honey, but our conversation got me pretty horny and this peter is a lot well-off 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.

'' OK, '' I moaned, before adding, `` could you delight close the doorway. ``

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

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

'' You too, '' he called back.

So horny now, I began bouncing back on the big shaft, taking all eight column 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 night, or if he did he used the garage.

... ..

Tues and Wednesday were sick days as I went to drop some meter with my female parent, 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 total time, all I thought about was my son.

I got back Thursday afternoon, and the start thing I did was shave and exhibitioner. The second thing I did was put a butt plug in my ass. The third matter I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussycat. The fourth thing I did was text edition Cody.

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

He texted back a few bit later.

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

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

I typed back :

Cum plate soon.

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

Sorry, stupid person motorcar correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh high stockings, a thong to keep the plug in my ass and the egg, set on low speed, in my cunt, and a sheer shameful teddy, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two confect canes left.

I could n't help it, I texted him back, belike 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 answer though. I went and put the remote for the egg on the ledge where he would walk in with a big note :

Present 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen, pulled out a bunch of sex coupons I made and put them into one of my thigh luxuriously stockings and hung it up on the table so he could n't miss it.

The voucher included :

1 coupon for a harsh look fucking of your mother

1 voucher for a battle of Marathon screw of your mom

1 coupon for a mingy ass to have it off

1 coupon to coat your Mommy 's fount with cum

1 coupon to stick a load in your Mom 's warm oral fissure

1 coupon to use a duet of cuff

1 coupon for a nylon-clad foundation job

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

1 coupon to sustain your female parent and the bitch Mrs offspring in a 69

1 voucher for a nose candy job while you drive

1 coupon for a three hole marathon night with your farsighted overlook female parent

1 voucher for a bath with your Mommy

1 coupon for a tit fucking

1 coupon for a fist fuck of your mother 's slit

present tense 2 !

A lot 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 elbow room, and began the very hard task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to help, but I was n't willing to have her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my stage and waistline, leaving my stocking-clad infantry subject. I wrapped my pep pill organic structure as considerably I could. I put tinsel on my read/write head, 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 take the air into the kitchen. I suddenly felt the vibrations get faster.

A duo of excruciating instant later, where I had no idea how he was going to respond ( the longer he took, the more anxiety I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` holy crap, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

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

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

'' funfair enough, '' he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, `` The voucher were an concern spot. ``

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

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

'' I 'd have intercourse to bonk that tight ass off yours, sister, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Of course, '' he said, going to the former mammilla. `` Who do you recollect is to blame for my nylon fetish ? ``

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

'' Of grade, 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 bitch Jemma. ``

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

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

'' It was like an overnight complete 180 turn around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't bottom how take heed me be intimate who you said was Breiz would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my cock is intemperate to balk. ``

'' 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 squiffy cock, in his jeans.

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

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

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

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

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

He handed me the coupon for swallowing a load.

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

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

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

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

I moaned on his dick in reaction, as I desperately wanted that initiative load.

'' take on it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his pelvis to receive my forward bobs.

And I did. I took his full nine inch cock 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 bucket, he pulled out and said, `` Get on the couch. ``

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

He said, `` There was n't a coupon to munch that kitty-cat. ``

'' I did n't know if you liked doing that, your Father of the Church did n't, '' I answered.

'' wellspring, that is just awry, '' he said, as he dropped to his knees in presence of me.

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

He did n't answer with Word of God, but instead by military action as he buried his face in my cunt.

'' Ohhhhh, '' I moaned, as his tongue went to put to work. The tongue, motley with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and ready to erupt in a couplet of minutes.

'' Yes, sister, suck Mommy 's clit, make ma come, '' 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 branch, the fantasy becoming realness. `` 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 savour my cum as much as I had savoured his.

Once my sexual climax 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 severe ? '' 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 lading you can fit in your mamma cum bucket, '' I purred.

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

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

'' Grab a blouse, keep it unlaced and then head to the service department. Do n't get at with a skirt. ``

'' Oh my, '' I smiled, liking his kinky idea.

'' Oh Mom, this is only the origin, '' he said, as he pulled me up.

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

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

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

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

'' I have to reach up for lost meter, '' I said back.

'' Oh, we will, '' he promised, spanking my ass. `` Now go get a blouse. We ca n't cause you naked driving around township in homely sentiment. ``

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

'' Of course, '' he said.

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

Cody was already in the driver 's seat.

I got in the rider seat, au naturel except for thigh highs and an unbuttoned blouse. `` Where are you taking me, sea captain ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I did, '' he laughed.

'' Perception and reality are often two different affair, '' I explained, as I lowered my head onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' All three of my jam 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 mother is a peter hungry hussy ? '' I asked.

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

'' I 've been looking for a master for a twain of years, son. But no one came close to your father. But when I heard you dominating that cunt and then watched it ... I knew I had found my perfect tense captain. ``

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

'' Please call in 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 instant until he said, `` We 're here. ``

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

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

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

I moaned on his hammer, the melodic theme of getting fucked, especially in my ass, really turning me on.

He ordered.

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

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

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

'' Shoot, I did n't bring my billfold, '' Buffalo Bill Cody said. `` Slut, pay the man. ``

'' Yes, lord, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my tits and reached down into my handbag. I pulled out a twenty, leaned over so my boob were completely in the opened 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 have got a heart onset. ``

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 window.

This sentence things got awkward.

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

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

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

'' She could n't wait until we got home base, '' Cody replied.

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

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my tits now in view for a little girl Cody knew.

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

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

William Frederick Cody waited a second, allowing the girlfriend to really get a effective tone at his dick, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my Philosophy course. ``

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

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

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

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

'' old age of pulling out will do that to a mortal, '' I countered.

'' Well, it 's prison term to make up for lost meter, '' Cody said, as he snapped his fingers.

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, returning to his cock, which I sucked the entire way home.

As soon as he were in the service department, we got out and he ordered, `` Bend over the car, Mommy cum-bucket it 's meter for depositary number two. ``

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

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

I quipped, wanting to sound filthy, `` ready to become a real female parent fucker ? ``

'' diddlyshit, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the nasty, red-hot adulteress I know. ``

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

He laughed, `` I do n't think I 'll ever draw a blank that. ``

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

'' Oh yes, baby, British pound sterling your Mommy 's neglected snatch, '' I moaned.

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

'' I 'll go on 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 sexual climax building.

He fucked me for a few instant, me coming once, before he asked, `` You want this load in your cunt, mom cum-bucket ? ``

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

'' Here it comes, Mommy-slut, '' he grunted, and deposited his mo warhead, in my second hole so far.

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

'' In round one, '' he said, as he kept spewing his seeded player thick inside me.

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

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

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

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

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

Once I was done, I decided to take the initiative and moved to him on the couch. I pulled his knickers and underwear off, moved a stool directly in straw man of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad infantry to his flaccid cock and started rubbing.

'' This, '' he began, with a smiling, `` is my giving fantasy ever, ''

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

'' A buy in foundation job from Mommy, '' he corrected.

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

'' That I seem to be, '' he nodded, as he kept eating and allowed me to bait him. I reminisced all the clock time I had sucked my husband or given him foot line while he watched boob tube, worked on his laptop computer or read. I even sucked him off in the Bath tub and once, while quite rummy, while he was on the toilet bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the merely thing I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his turncock until it grew. Once severely, I moved my foot so I could give him a foot job, which spread my ramification awkwardly, presenting a very wide unfastened twat or my son to stare at.

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

'' What, the foot job or my yawn puss ? '' I asked, as I stroked his tool with my feet.

'' Both, '' he said, as he put his hands on my feet 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.

'' Well, maybe you should fuck your mummy 's asshole, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

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

'' piece of ass mammy 's stiff grass hole now, '' I demanded.

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

'' You do, '' I said.

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

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

I grabbed the lubricator I had left near the television standpoint and asked, `` How do you want me ? ``

'' Riding my shaft, '' he answered.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Want to make surely your ass is quick for my cock, '' he said.

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

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a twain of minute. Pulling his fingers out, he ordered, `` Now turn on my tool, Mommy cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to suffer a real hammer in my ass for the world-class time in geezerhood. I backed up, straddled him slowly, facing him, wanting to look at him as we fucked.

I put my hands on his chest for proportionality and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as adept a Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe as I used to be, so it was more ungainly, but soon I was lowering my asshole on his cock.

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

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

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

'' As is your stopcock, '' 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 rooster 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 give back on his lap.

'' Fuck, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain sensation still burning, even as a rushing of adrenaline at being used hit my very being.

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

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

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

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

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

'' Having your mother ride your pecker like some gimcrack slut as a Christmastime present ? '' I asked.

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

After a moment, he added, `` It is the just Christmas portray 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 pleasance overwhelmed the painful sensation and I was in heaven.

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

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

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

'' Oh yes, baby, ass roll in the hay mamma. Pound her snitch hole with your monumental pound, '' I babbled, my sexual climax building.

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

'' Oh yes, cum in mama 's whoreson, '' I begged, as I moved my hand to my fevered snatch. `` Shoot your cum up my shit hole. ``

'' Oh, God, screw, '' he said, a few knockout strokes later as he spewed his third warhead of the day in my third hole.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He fucked me for another minute of my sexual climax, before pulling out as we both collapsed side by English, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a strange calmness after the late saturation 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 best of both worlds together.

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

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

'' Merry Yule, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a impish smile on my face, and added, `` Wait until New class 's Eve. ''