Dark fantasy medium

My Son 's Noel Present

A mother 's Desires serial



It 's been three years since the dud dropped. That dark my husband woke us and rushed us into our backyard bomb protection. I remember the sky was orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet sess to the door of the shelter. I grabbed my son and ran in, a feeling of safety washing over me. My husband called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a bitch ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew good well the `` something '' he had to get was my younger sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not have made it to my female parent 's mansion because he never came back. He locked the threshold from the exterior as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless somebody finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My hubby had finished the shelter and stocked it with enough intellectual nourishment to cobbler's last a hundred years, guns and ammunition, piece of furniture and used it as storehouse for our Noel decorations. But other than that we had nothing. No TVs, no computers, no movies, no secret plan, nothing. So, for the last three long time my son and I have been in this bomb shelter with absolutely zilch to do. Three Noel 's with no presents, three natal day with no cake, three fucking years with nothing ! It has been very hard to watch my son suffer over the yr. He feels abandoned by his beginner, and he is so pent-up with emotion and endocrine that I 'm afraid he will explode soon. We are coming up on our quartern Noel in the tax shelter, and I am determined to gain this Christmas worth something for my son. I do n't know how, but this year my son will have a pose under that stupid plastic tree, I have stared at for three years !

'' Mom, it 's so hot in here ! I 'm going to die ! '' he-goat said wiping sweat off his face.

'' I know sweetheart, mommy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the trading floor, stew running down his trunk. `` Take your Santa hat off lamb, that will chill you off. If you have to, rifle down to your underwear like mommy. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panty. The heat was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to proceed ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his subdivision and legs out in a gesture of frustration. I decided to change the subject area. One Thomas More word about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

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

'' Fuck Christmas ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! ascertain your language youth man ! '' I growled back. He paid my protest no head and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmas sucks ! nada ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heating system just like every early day. God, I ca n't give up diaphoresis ! '' He finished, wiping elbow grease off his brow and flinging it off his hands towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know dear, I ca n't stop sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a exempt knocker appearance I mused.

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

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

'' Yeah, when ever you are in the aliveness room sweating, this smelling fills the air. I do n't know why, but it smells really adept to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and panties, both were soaked in lather, but my pantie were drenched, and I immediately knew what feel he was talking about. Embarrassed I stammered on.

'' I 'm sorry dish, I know mommy is stinky down there. I will try not to reek so practically, infant, I 'm deplorable. '' He looked at me with confusedness on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the olfactory sensation. I wish I could smell it all the fourth dimension. I wish I could smell it closer. '' I could n't believe my pinna, he wants to smell it confining ? With a look of shock and revulsion on my side I continued, determined to cypher out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to smell it faithful ? What do you think of dear ? '' I said looking at the floor, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He did n't hesitate to answer, almost eager to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smack it closer, like stand by my boldness up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a expiration for news. After a minute of secrecy, looking down at my wooden leg, I worked up the courage to verbalise again.

'' infant ? You do sleep with that the smell you are talking about is coming from mommy 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That flavor is a dirty olfactory perception. It 's not serious. multitude get smelly down there, both daughter and male child. Siamese why we need to wash away down there often. '' It was backbreaking to stay clean in the tax shelter. I did n't know how much water we had, so I made the decision that we would only admit sponge baths. It meant never feeling shower fresh, but I would opt that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his clothes were drenched in sweat too. My memory board was then jogged of a familiar smell in the air on hot days. A pleasant smell, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my read/write head. That look was my son 's body olfactory sensation, the olfactory sensation of my son 's dick. I choked, almost throwing up acid in my oral fissure. I ca n't think it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the aroma of my bemire pussy !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't help it. It makes me feel these weird tactile sensation. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could vex my face in it right now ! '' He cut in as my head was spinning from the revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to exclude this down immediately. I could not feature my son lusting after the olfactory property of my icky puss !

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

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

'' No baby, mommy 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is wrong, I 'm just saying it 's strange for a boy to need to do that to his mother. '' There, that should becalm him down, last affair I want is for him to fly off the grip. Last time it happened he was so aggressive I thought he would hit me.

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

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

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

'' Baby no ! Mommy did n't say you ca n't do it, delight lull down, you do n't need to get yourself upset on Christmas Eve. '' He started to calm down down to my relief. But now I have a John R. Major problem. I am pretty for certain my son is about to stick his face in my crotch and smell my marked-up pussy and bastard. He slowly got up and started to walk towards me. My warmheartedness started beating faster, I could experience the line rushing to my face as my ear began to ring and a hot flash rolled over my body. He stood right in movement of me now. I looked up at his grimace and could see unrelenting finding. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my peg and lifted my feet up onto the edge of the sofa in submission, exposing my White person pantie now almost see through from the drenching stew. My pussy was clearly outlined and my step-in were wedged up between my ass cheeks exposing one cheek more than the other, leaving an indentation of my asshole.

He dropped to his stifle and looked at my crotch with infatuation. I turned my pass and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nose was an inch from my private parts, right between my twat and asshole. He made loud inhaling audio as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my cunt again and the abstract seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in mental confusion until I realized blood was rushing to my private expanse and engorging my pussy mouth. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't feel anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my crotch, his nuzzle burying itself an inch into my pussy hole, my panties straining to hold him out. I jumped as a jolt wave of feelings erupted through my consistency like an explosion. My head slammed back against the couch pulling my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my tit. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half inch in length. This was unbelievable, my mammilla have never been this hard. What is happening to me. I thought, as to a greater extent jolts of physical feelings shot through my body. I looked down at my son again, his head word and nose moving up and down furiously from my pussy to my prick. He started going a petty higher each clock time and then I felt it.

Stars erupted in my middle, my ears rang and my point buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's nose had hit my button, and if he did it again, I was going to orgasm whether I liked it or not. Before I could make a move to stop him, he slid back up to my clitoris, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my crotch like a thousand atomic dud. My pussy hole tightened, my ass hole throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my pussy as my head slammed back into the sofa. I was falling backwards, the elbow room was spinning, I felt as though I would faint but slowly I was pulled back from the brink.

As I regained knowingness, I noticed the rubbing in my genitals had stopped. I looked up and billy was standing in front end of me covered in pussy juice and grool. A shock look on his grimace, lip open and speechless.

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

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

'' Oh ! I 'm sorry baby. Do n't worry, mommy is fine. That was n't pee baby, I promise. It 's what daughter do if you do matter like stick your case in their crotch. It was n't a bad thing, I promise. '' My Son looked at me like he wanted more. So, I quickly asked, `` Are you happy now ? Did you get what you wanted ? Do you feel better ? '' He started to turn down himself to his articulatio genus inching forward.

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

'' I 'm sorry baby, once is decent for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Christmas and Santa is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for undecomposed boys who go to kip on time. '' I hoped to God he would take that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

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

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

'' You promise mom ? '' Billy said with a smiling appearing on his brass. Relief washed over me.

'' I promise Billy. '' I said as charge up and enthusiastically as I could muster.

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

'' unspoilt night baby, sweet dreams. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his impudence he moved his lips towards mine and I felt moisture break out onto my backtalk as his tongue tried to embark. I clasped my lips tight and braced for his ire at my refusal, but none came. The aroma of my pussy filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my human face. I heard rustling on the rug, so I opened my optic and watched, holding my breathing space as he walked into his way and shut his doorway.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no present for him and to a lesser extent than eight time of day to conceive of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Christmas tree and fell on my knees in despair. I was terrified about not having something under that tree for my son when he woke up in the dayspring. Terrified of his wrath, that will issue forth from it.

'' God help me. What am I going to put under this Christmas tree ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far face of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only matter I can have him, I thought to myself with a incapacitated chuckle. He 'd like that, I mused. Then, I felt a vellication in my pussy, and idea of my son taking me right here under the tree filled my chief. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too late. I felt wetness edifice in my panties as range of my son 's rooster sliding in and out of me danced in my head like bread plum. My pussy started to ache and I could feel my clit getting hard. I bit my lip and slid my hand into my hock panties as I layed back under the tree. The orgasm my son had given me, left me wanting Sir Thomas More. As my hot pants increased, it took over my judgement, blocking all rational intellection. My finger hit my clit as it moved down to my pussy hole, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clit. I pictured his header in between my pegleg again, smelling and licking. I pulled my script out of my panties and a vauntingly strand of pussy juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you require to smack mommy 's snatch succus baby ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my branch right then and there. I shoved my hand back into my scanty as my button screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a broadside movement. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching sexual climax. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clit was n't going to hold me over the edge. I threw unfastened my shirt, grabbed my good teat and squeezed. Bright whiz erupted before my middle as my orgasm rushed through my consistency. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the ecstasy, all the while dreaming of my son 's cock plunging in and out of me. promised land slowly faded, and while my kitty-cat felt satisfied, a scandalous flavour took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal position regretting what I had just done. After a few minutes of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my pussy twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my Logos cock has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's tool ! I knew my snatch would n't be satisfied without a proper pounding but there were no dildos in the bomb calorimeter protection. The only thing I could find oneself over the years to stick in my kitty was the handle of a jailer driver which was small and hard as underworld. My twat twitched again, reminding me that there was one soft rod I could ride. I ca n't think I am thinking about this, I screamed in my chief. Slowly I started to apologise the post as an alibi to get what my pussy wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world has ended. We have n't seen anyone for year. He 's getting out of hand. He will probably end up raping me anyway. It 's only inevitable that this happens. '' I said aloud, laying on my back and looking up at the ceiling. Besides, I thought. We could be the utmost two people on earthly concern. Who am I to abnegate my son the pleasures of knowing a fair sex ? Who am I to deny my cunt the pounding its mendicancy for ? The very lot of the human wash could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be wonderful ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would impart both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Yule present tomorrow cockcrow. The expert Christmas Day present any boy could get. Pussy. well, and maybe a piddling sucking too. I thought as I felt another tinge in my kitty while licking my lips, hungry for cock .