Mom 'S Stockings : My Son 'S Cum Bucket


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Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum Bucket

I have wanted to sleep with my son for a patch, ever since he graduated high gear school this year and really furbish up over the summer working construction.

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

In fact, my son had grown into a very giving man, a virtual replica of his deceased founding father ( who died serving his nation two years ago ).

I did n't only require to have sex my son, no, I wanted to be his submissive roll in the hay toy.

When I first had these feelings, I went online. First I read a lot of erotic narration of moms seducing sons, of Logos seducing mummy or, even better, Word dominating moms. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my fantasy have always revolved around complete submission.

The more I read, the more connive 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 simply one.

It took some doing, but I also found site that had woman 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 common than one would assume.

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

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

I got up and was heading down the hallway to the bathroom when I heard my son question, rather loudly, `` Ready to absorb my rooster, slut ? ``

Hearing my son 's representative, sounding like his forefather 's, and saying Book similar to what his sire would say to me back when he was alive had me halt in the hallway.

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

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

'' I needed your big tool 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 phonation so firm and authoritative.

'' You know his flyspeck pecker ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the hubby she always raved about at our weekly women 's night.

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

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

Instantly, my long neglected back door 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 really man, with a really cock. ``

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

My hand went to my tingling pussy as I moved closer to the slightly undefendable threshold. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this.

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

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

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

I could n't aid but simper. The most ostentatious woman in our neighbourhood. A mother of two, head of the residential district council and chorus loss leader at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

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

Just as I peeked in the open fracture accidentally left loose for me, I heard the slobbering sound 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 heavy aspect at an almost naked Jemma Young, in nothing but second joint high school stockings, and her look full of cock.

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

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

Two : my married man had a nylon hoodoo and made me wear down thigh highs, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the by 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 cock ? '' He asked, as I stared at the massive cock.

My eyes went big.

My pussy got damper.

His tool was huge. Long and thick.

My mouth watered, as all my late Nox incest fantasies became more authentic.

I wanted that pecker in my mouth, in my cobwebbed slit and in my foresighted forgotten ass.

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

I wanted to be the hussy 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 accept just tasted her daughter 's twat juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly dear mommy was a cum bucket for her swain ? '' He asked.

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

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

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

Hearing the word 'Master'again shocked me. A term that was coarse between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would live he was Master and I submissive. He got teased by his buddies and family that he was whipped, as I was pretty confident, seemingly feminist, in public. But once the sleeping accommodation door closed, the feminist disappeared and a wanton cock slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

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

'' undecomposed, '' he said, as he moved behind her and slammed his dick oceanic abyss 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 hussy, '' he laughed, as he began fucking her ass hard.

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

'' Says the married cum bucket sneaking into a neighbour 's sign to get ass fucked by her daughter 's boyfriend while her hubby and kids are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to remind the bitch just how big a working girl she was.

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

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

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

They fucked for a few minute like this.

I rubbed myself the entire time ... although slowly because I did n't require to come.

Then, she did. She came from getting ass fucked by my son. She muffled her sounds in his pillow as her orgasm obviously hit, trying to head off waking me up.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the dirtiest trollop ever suck a rooster that was just in their hoot trap. ``

She moaned on his dick as she impressively took the stallion massive rod in her oral cavity. She looked like a porn star. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit maw'which somehow made it nasty and hotter.

I wanted to be that porn star ; I wanted to be sucking that made for pornography cock.

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

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

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

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

'Nine in'I thought to myself, that 's a good two inches bigger than his father 's impressive cock.

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

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

'' Well, your daughter is a two hole cum bucketful and you are a three gob cum pail, '' he said.

'' I imagine you plan to transfer 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 enshroud as she looked my way, just getting out of the way in time.

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

I grabbed my rabbit from the side table, turned it on high and on my favourite pulse, pulled my jammies and panties down and slid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my center and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his cock slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his dick gaping my asshole ; I imagined being his unconditional piece of tail toy ... his cum bucket.

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

... ..

It was Dec and I had decided his Christmas 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 stockpile juju like his male parent. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot fetish like his father. Jesse James loved lengthy nylon foot job and could descend just from that and often did. He loved watching summercater while I gave him long nylon-clad ft jobs. In these scenarios he either came on my foundation and had me lick the cum off my feet ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would birth me finish him with my mouth before usually coating my side with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to have me hold on his cum on my face.

That made me recall our honeymoon, when he shot his load all over my typeface in the hotel before dinner and had me keep it on me while we went out for dinner. He then shot a second cargo on me in the toilet of the restaurant before we went out dancing. A final load was shot back in the hotel way and I answered the door for room armed service in lingerie and a human face completely coated with cum. Such humiliation only enhanced my desire for make out submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could make it again.

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

William Frederick Cody walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. There was no incertitude he was staring at my ramification. I pretended I did n't notice he was there as I feigned reading the paper. I even began to slowly impress my left foot over my aright leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't make a motion. I wished I could have seen his brass, but I wanted to act as innocent as possible. I wanted to get the tease. I wanted him to get the idea that his mother was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly plant life the come that his mother would name a big 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last hanker, maybe thirty second, before I decided the vamper was enough and moved the paper down and, being an actress in high-pitched school day went into full actress mode, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't see you come down the stairs. ``

'' Morning, Mom, '' he said, breaking his eye contact 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 face went gabardine. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my legs off the board, noticing him lookout man. Hiding my noesis that it was Mrs Edward Young, I added, `` And I 'd appreciate it if you did n't have intercourse Breiz in the elbow room beside me. ``

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

'' I mean, '' I said, standing up and walking directly in front of him, noticing the erect cock poking at his lather, `` you 're eighteen and an adult so I understand you have needs and I 'm sure you and Bretagne are fucking like bunnies, but your mother has n't gotten any for two years and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how long it 's been. ``

He was speechless.

Before he could react, I left the kitchen, loving the wallop I had over him.

I went to the bathroom, got out of my thigh senior high school, into the shower and used the shower header for a unlike purpose as I imagined dropping to my articulatio genus, pulling out his stiff cock 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 needy cunt.

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

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

I was n't ready yet to commit the ultimate tabu, I had to know he wanted it too. But, a design was beginning to form in my mind.

I was going to give him the greatest Christmas present ever ... ME.

... ..

Sun at Christian 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 high school under her very materialistic dress ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a make out submissive to men, I had, on occasion old age ago, a few lesbian face-off, including a few where I was in charge. Then it hit me. The perfect way to seduce my son was through the bitch.

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

Her smug smile disappeared instantly as her face went white.

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

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

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

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

'' Um, indisputable, '' 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 pocket-sized buckle.

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

'' Of course of study, Mom, '' he nodded, as I glanced at his genital organ which was saluting me secretly.

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

He again took a lengthy looking 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 metrical foot fetish junkie like his father.

Deciding to push it further, I asked, `` My feet are killing me from wearing these heels. Would you be leave to consecrate your old bag of a mother a invertebrate foot massage ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

As he took my left foot in his hands, I said, `` Just the sentiment 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 tonus quickly shifting to sadness.

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

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just Friend with benefits ? '' I asked, a condition I had learned recently.

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

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

'' Mom ! '' he said, surprised by his usually materialistic mother '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 girlfriend woke up my sleeping, '' I paused for the right Good Book choice and dramatic issue, `` kitty. ``

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my metrical foot 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 make. ``

Hinting at what I really wanted, I said, my foot ever so niceness pushing down on his iron tough cock stuck in his pants, `` Well, you 're the man of the sign now, Buffalo Bill Cody. ``

I could see his head spinning. I could tell he was wondering if my base move was on intent. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

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

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

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

'' They do n't double-dyed me out, '' he said. `` They just came out of the blue devil. ``

'' Well, so did you ass fucking your girlfriend in the room beside me, '' I quipped, as I moved my foot 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 24-hour interval other than 'shit'a couple of sentence, '' he said.

'' wellspring, hearing you treat Bretagne like a complete lady of pleasure made me bring in something, '' I said, letting my words linger as I did n't land up the sentence.

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

'' No, I 've said more than 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 theater. ``

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

'' It 's just, '' I began, trying to bet shy and aflutter, a tinge at my submissive side.

'' Just tell me, '' he ordered.

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

'' When ? '' he asked, confused.

'' When you were dominating Brittany, '' I answered, looking down as if trying to avoid eye contact.

'' Oh, '' he said.

I continued, `` Your Fatherhood was very demanding in the bedchamber. I even still obey him now. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' It 's just, I do n't desire you to think less of me, William Frederick Cody, '' I said, looking aflutter and embarrassed. My years of acting in drama productions were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, zippo you say can earn me think less of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' fountainhead, its, just, um, your founding father 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 life history, except that I always wore thigh high or a supporter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my materialistic instructor attire, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial table, `` in the sleeping room he was the lord and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to pile shock onto shock, I added, `` So see you be dominant to Bretagne, calling her names and pounding her asshole, or what did you squall it ? horseshit hole ? Well, that brought back memory board of your Padre using me as his three hole, his three mess, um ... ''

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

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

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

'' You must guess I 'm some kind of fucked-up slut, '' I answered, rip forming.

'' Oh, Mom, '' he said, his hired man moving slowly up my leg. `` I could never imagine 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 eye. `` 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.

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

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

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' You just told me to process you like I do my piece of tail 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 at sea. `` well, I guess that would be incorrectly, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the bell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably Mike. I invited him over to observe the Dolphins vs cat valium Bay secret plan. ``

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

He looked into my eye and answered, the same exact dominant spirit his father used to use, `` Mom, do you need the truth ? ``

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

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

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

I headed to my room needing to lop 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 succeeding naughty approximation. Cody was at the ironware storehouse 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 respectable minute or two each, when the doorbell rang.

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

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

Instantly, I knew what I was going to do.

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

'' May I please come in ? '' she asked, so much more 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 little, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

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

'' Elizabeth ! '' she gasped, surprised.

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

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

'' You can verbalise once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my digit and pointing to my bedspread ramification and wet pussy.

'' Please, Elizabeth I, '' 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 sorry, '' she apologized.

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

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' telephone it what you want, squawk, '' 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 unspoilt jade and serve up me as I wish, then yes, '' I nodded, having no literal intent of letting out her confidential. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

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

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your daughter 's boyfriend, in another woman 's home, while your husband is asleep at home wrongfulness too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneel in front of me.

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

'' Get licking, trollop, '' I ordered, grabbing her head word and shoving it between my pegleg and into my wet pussy.

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

'' good, adulteress, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the powerfulness. 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 spit lashing as I closed my eyes and imagined Buffalo Bill 's net Son yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd make you my three hole cum bucket .'

I was confident that if I made it obvious I was will to be a cum bucketful, he would likely take me. If any of the incest fib I read were dead on target or any of the forums I read, virtually boys fantasize about fucking their mother. We are their first loves, their first lusts and their first masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his slut, my climax built quickly and I came on the beef 's font. Once done, I said, `` You may will now. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

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

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

'' You just munched pussy, '' I pointed out. `` that makes you a snatch muncher. ``

'' You made me, '' she countered.

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

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

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

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

I decided to go to Cody 's room and discipline what sort of pornography he watched. All boy, all men, have porn on their computers ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop computer and went to his browser chronicle and smiled. He was on the same web 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 mum Slut'. Although I had just come, my puss was already wanting more.

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

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest searches were from yesterday. Earlier browser history was more gangbang report, anal stories, etc. He also had C of pictures of women in nylons, almost all without bounder on ( he indeed had the Saami juju as his don ... silk stocking, but particularly nylon feet ). He also had tons of video, again almost all of them with women in stockings : gangbang, duo, lesbians, etc, but always in nylons.

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

I then noticed a video downloaded last night. It was called Cory Salmon P. Chase in mother Mouthfuls. I had to fall into place on it. The female parent sucked his cock, took it in her pussy and her ass before taking a thick load mostly in her mouth 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 concluding arcminute Christmas shopping, including a closure at an adult shop for some new toys.

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

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

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

'' Of course of study, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very secure, Mom. ``

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

'' Trust me, Mom, '' he said, glancing down at my stocking-clad feet. `` I 'm not saying it because you 're my mom. ``

'' You really think I 'm pretty ? '' I asked, as I moved away far enough to give him a chance to moderate 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 Fuck, '' he answered.

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

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

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

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

'' Well, I guess it 's safe than having an ugly female parent, '' I joked, as I went to the board with my dental 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 envious. I asked, `` Do you plan to bring in her back dwelling house tonight and fuck her ass again ? ``

He was surprised by my question.

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

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

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

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

'' Um, OK, '' he nodded.

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

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

'' good that 's clear, '' 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 last vicariously through your ass slut girlfriend, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll pretend you are your father and I am the jade. ``

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

'' I 've been holding this in for years, '' I explained. `` adult talk. But hearing what I heard the other 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 bang he was well equipped, `` All the sluts I fuck scream that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its majuscule to be able to peach so frankly with you, dearest. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his hard prick poking my leg.

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

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

'' Oh, to have my own xviii year old, '' I sighed dramatically.

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

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

He laughed, `` Sure, Mom. But I need to get set up, Breiz will be here any bit now. ``

'' OK, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you plan to bring her plunk for home tonight ? ``

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

Brittany arrived a few minutes later in a plaid chick, soaked blouse and Theodore Harold White nylons. I smiled, he obviously made his cleaning woman wear rayon stocking for him.

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

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

Once they were gone, I went to my room and pulled out the new miniature I had bought that day. One was an eight inch bulwark cock. I was hoping to hold his intact pecker in me soon and I wanted to get my long neglected pickle ready for the vainglorious cock ever to sate me.

I put the suction cup on the paries after lubing it up, pulled up my wearing apparel, tugged off my lash, 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 voice. `` Mom ! ``

I looked up and Cory was at my open door.

Not embarrassed, I shrugged, not stopping fucking myself, as I moaned, `` Sorry, honey, but our conversation got me pretty horny and this cock is a lot easier than dating. ``

'' I forgot my wallet, '' he explained, still watching me. Since I was wearing a dress, all he saw was me riding a cock.

'' Okay, '' I moaned, before adding, `` could you please close down the door. ``

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

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

'' You too, '' he called back.

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

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

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

... ..

Tues and Wednesday were unhinged days as I went to spend some time with my mother, who lived a couple hours away. She would be coming over for Christmastime supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a couple of day helping her wrapper presents, bake and so forth.

The intact clock time, all I thought about was my son.

I got back Thursday afternoon, and the 1st thing I did was shaving and exhibitioner. The moment thing I did was put a butt spark plug in my ass. The third thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my cunt. The one-fourth matter I did was textual matter Cody.

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

He texted back a few minutes later.

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

I had no mind 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 purpose :

Sorry, stupid auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on second joint mellow stockings, a lash to keep the plug in my ass and the egg, set on low pep pill, in my cunt, and a sheer black teddy bear, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two candy canes left.

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

Did you savour the new flavoured candy canes ?

He texted back :

They were very addicting.

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

Present 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

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

The coupon included :

1 voucher for a rough fount nooky of your mother

1 coupon for a marathon fucking of your mom

1 voucher for a tight ass to have it away

1 coupon to cake your Mommy 's face with cum

1 coupon to wedge a lading in your Mom 's warm mouth

1 coupon to use a pair of manacle

1 voucher for a nylon-clad understructure job

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

1 coupon to make your Mother and the beef Mrs. youth in a 69

1 coupon for a nose candy job while you drive

1 coupon for a three hole marathon night with your farseeing neglected mother

1 coupon for a Bath with your momma

1 voucher for a tit fucking

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

Present 2 !

A lot of coupons to use as you wish in our very own 12 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of Fuck-mas.

Now, come to the life room.

I then went to the livelihood room, and began the very difficult project of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to aid, but I was n't unforced to ingest her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my legs and waist, leaving my stocking-clad metrical foot assailable. I wrapped my upper body as scoop I could. I put tinsel on my headland, so much I could n't see a matter, and waited.

Anticipation coursed through me.

The egg teased me relentlessly.

Then the room access opened ... and closed.

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

A match of excruciating minutes later, where I had no idea how he was going to react ( the yearner he took, the more anxiety I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` Holy bull, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

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

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

'' fair enough, '' he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, `` The voucher were an interesting pinch. ``

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

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

'' I 'd make out to fuck that tight ass off yours, child, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

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

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

A shivering went up my spikelet as his hands cupped my bosom. `` Are these mine now, Mom ? ``

'' Yes, passe-partout, every part of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot hint and then his oral fissure on my nipple. `` Ooooooh. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

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

'' It was like an overnight complete 180 turn around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't fathom how pick up me make out who you said was Brittany would spark off that. But seeing it, well, my cock is heavily to refuse. ``

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

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my paw reaching for his cock, his already strong pecker, 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 dungaree and drawers, `` Son, I have never wanted anything more in my spirit. ``

'' Oh, God, '' he groaned, as I stroked his utter 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 skilful start, '' I purred, taking the voucher, tossing it on the floor and taking his putz in my mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

And I did. I took his entire nine column inch cock in my mouthpiece. 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 practically 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 lounge. ``

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

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

'' I did n't know if you liked doing that, your father did n't, '' I answered.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, baby, suck Mommy 's clit, make mum cum, '' I moaned, as I put my paw in his hair.

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

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

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

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

Once my coming 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 solid 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 pail, '' 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 experience you listen ? '' I asked.

'' Grab a blouse, keep it unbuttoned and then head word to the garage. Do n't disoblige with a annulus. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Of course of study, '' he said.

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

Cody was already in the driver 's seat.

I got in the passenger behind, bare except for thigh highs and an unfastened blouse. `` Where are you taking me, Master ? ``

'' 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 establish how much of a adulteress I could be for him.

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

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

'' I did, '' he laughed.

'' Perception and realism 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 knife around his thick mushroom top. I created extra saliva to make a different sensation.

He groaned, `` diddly-shit, your oral fissure is like conjuration. ``

'' All three of my holes are like magic, '' 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 cock hungry slut ? '' I asked.

'' That you 're my cock thirsty slovenly woman, '' he countered.

'' I 've been looking for a master for a twain of years, son. But no one came close to your Father-God. But when I heard you dominating that bitch and then watched it ... I knew I had found my pure master key. ``

'' And I have been using a couple MILF 's to unhinge 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 sole MILF. ``

'' You think you can go along up with me ? '' he asked.

'' I 'll die trying, '' I promised, as I resumed sucking his cock.

There was no more talking for a couple of minutes until he said, `` We 're here. ``

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

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll order a family multitude. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit lashings in your two remaining jam. ``

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

He ordered.

And then we were at the start 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 teen was watching the backbone of my head go up and down.

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my mammilla and reached down into my purse. I pulled out a XX, leaned over so my tits were completely in the open and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` Keep the change, cutie. ``

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

Buffalo Bill said, as if in explanation, `` She is having an appetizer before the meal. ``

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may suffer a inwardness approach. ``

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

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

'' Maybe, '' I replied, returning to sucking his tool as we reached the nutrient window.

This metre things got awkward.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Thanks Kimberly, '' William F. Cody said, before adding, `` involve this. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my pap now in vista for a missy Cody knew.

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

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

Buffalo Bill Cody waited a second, allowing the girl to really get a unspoilt look at his gumshoe, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my Philosophy year. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, lord, '' I obeyed, returning to his cock, which I sucked the integral 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 clip for deposit telephone number two. ``

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

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

I quipped, wanting to sound nasty, `` Ready to become a actual mother fucker ? ``

'' diddly-shit, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the awful, hottest slut I know. ``

'' And a all over cum pail, do n't leave, '' I moaned, as he slid his turncock in me.

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

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

'' Oh yes, baby, pound your Mommy 's drop cunt, '' I moaned.

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

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

'' faith me, '' he said, `` you will have so much cum in and on you ; you will likely get sick of it. ``

'' Never, '' I moaned, my orgasm building.

He fucked me for a few minutes, me coming once, before he asked, `` You want this load in your bitch, momma cum-bucket ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We ate in secretiveness as we watched the tidings. Me only in thigh highs and my blouse.

Once I was done, I decided to get the initiative and moved to him on the lounge. I pulled his bloomers and underclothes off, moved a stool directly in front of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad human foot to his flaccid cock and started rubbing.

'' This, '' he began, with a smile, `` is my prominent fancy ever, ''

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

'' A stocking metrical foot job from mammy, '' 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 times I had sucked my husband or given him foot Job while he watched television, worked on his laptop computer or read. I even sucked him off in the tub tub and once, while quite inebriate, while he was on the gutter bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the only matter I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his cock until it grew. Once gruelling, I moved my metrical foot so I could give him a invertebrate foot job, which spread my legs awkwardly, presenting a very wide-cut open pussy or my son to stare at.

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

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

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

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

'' My tool 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 do it your Mommy 's asshole, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

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

'' Fuck Mommy 's fast shit 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 lube I had left near the television stand and asked, `` How do you want me ? ``

'' Riding my cock, '' he answered.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Want to work certain your ass is ready for my cock, '' he said.

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

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a duet of minutes. Pulling his fingerbreadth out, he ordered, `` Now razz my rooster, ma cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to have a veridical turncock in my ass for the first metre in eld. I backed up, straddled him slowly, facing him, wanting to look at him as we fucked.

I put my work force on his breast for rest and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as commodity a cast 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 lower myself on his hearty sword.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' screw, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain still burning, even as a Rush of epinephrin at being used hit my very being.

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

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

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

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

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

'' Having your female parent depend upon your cock like some trashy slut as a Yuletide present ? '' I asked.

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

After a moment, he added, `` It is the advantageously Christmas present ever. ``

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

As I got used to having his pecker in my ass, I began riding faster and faster, eventually bouncing on his prick, taking it as trench in my ass as humanly possible. The pleasure overwhelmed the pain sensation and I was in heaven.

'' God, Mom, this tactile property amazing, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Oh yes, infant, ass fuck mommy. Pound her crap hole with your massive pounding, '' I babbled, my orgasm building.

'' One last bucketful to fill, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in mamma 's arsehole, '' I begged, as I moved my handwriting to my fevered pussycat. `` Shoot your cum up my shit hole. ``

'' Oh, God, fuck, '' he said, a few hard strokes later as he spewed his third load of the day in my tertiary hole.

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

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

'' call off me name, '' I moaned, so close.

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

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

'' ejaculate now, mom cum-bucket, ass slut, hard worker, three hole incestuous sporting lady, 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 min of my orgasm, before pulling out as we both collapsed incline by slope, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a strange composure after the recent vividness 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 man together.

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

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

'' Merry Yule, '' he said.

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