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My Son 's Christmas present tense

A Mother 's Desires serial publication



It 's been three years since the bomb dropped. That night my husband woke us and rushed us into our backyard turkey shelter. I remember the sky was Orange River on the celestial horizon all around us as we ran through the wet pot to the room access of the shelter. I grabbed my son and ran in, a tactual sensation of rubber washing over me. My husband called out that he would be back in an minute, he needed to get something. `` You son of a gripe ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew full well the `` something '' he had to get was my immature sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not let made it to my mother 's mansion because he never came back. He locked the doorway from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless someone finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My married man had finished the shelter and stocked it with sufficiency solid food to live on a hundred years, guns and ammunition, piece of furniture and used it as storage for our Christmas decoration. But other than that we had aught. No TVs, no computers, no movies, no game, nothing. So, for the live on three years my son and I have been in this bomb shelter with absolutely cipher to do. Three Christmas 's with no present, three birthdays with no cake, three fucking years with goose egg ! It has been very backbreaking to look out my son suffer over the twelvemonth. He feels abandoned by his Fatherhood, and he is so pent-up with emotion and endocrine that I 'm afraid he will blow up soon. We are coming up on our twenty-five percent Christmastime in the shelter, and I am determined to piss this Christmastime worth something for my son. I do n't have a go at it how, but this year my son will have a portray under that stupid person plastic tree diagram, I have stared at for three years !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mommy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the story, sweat running down his consistency. `` Take your Santa hat off lamb, that will cool down you off. If you have to, leach down to your underclothing like mamma. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panties. The heat was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to move ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his arms and legs out in a gesture of defeat. I decided to change the depicted object. One more Bible about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you ready for Christmas Day tomorrow sunrise honey ? '' I said, not expecting the answer I got.

'' Fuck Christmas ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! look out your nomenclature young man ! '' I growled back. He paid my protest no brain and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmastime sucks ! Nothing ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heat just like every other day. God, I ca n't discontinue sweating ! '' He finished, wiping travail off his forehead and flinging it off his manus towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know dear, I ca n't break sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a gratis titty show I mused.

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

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

'' Yeah, when ever you are in the living room sweating, this smell fills the air. I do n't do it why, but it smells really sound to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and pantie, both were soaked in sweat, but my pantie were drenched, and I immediately knew what smell he was talking about. abash I stammered on.

'' I 'm disconsolate mantrap, I know mommy is unpleasant-smelling down there. I will try not to smell so much, baby, I 'm grim. '' He looked at me with muddiness on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the smell. I wish I could smell it all the time. I wish I could reek it closer. '' I could n't trust my spike, he wants to reek it closer ? With a look of shock absorber and repugnance on my fount I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

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

'' I wish I could smack it closer, like joystick my font up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a departure for words. After a minute of silence, looking down at my leg, I worked up the courage to verbalise again.

'' Baby ? You do know that the smell you are talking about is coming from mama 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That feel is a dirty smell. It 's not good. People get smelly down there, both young woman and boys. Siamese why we need to wash down there often. '' It was hard to quell clean in the shelter. I did n't know how much water we had, so I made the decision that we would only remove parazoan tub. 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 computer storage was then jogged of a comrade smell in the air on hot Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. A pleasant smell, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my psyche. That scent was my son 's body odor, the tone of my son 's dick. I choked, almost throwing up Lucy in the sky with diamonds in my sass. I ca n't believe it ! I am attracted to the feel of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the smell of my dirty puss !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't help it. It makes me feel these weird intuitive feeling. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could amaze 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 shut this down immediately. I could not have got my son lusting after the olfaction of my stinky snatch !

'' Billy ! Do you recognize what you just said ? You want to puzzle your face in your mother 's fork ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His nerve turned red as choler 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 tranquillize him down, he is ready to break loose and I just lit the fuse.

'' No sister, mammy 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is wrongfulness, I 'm just saying it 's unusual for a boy to want to do that to his female parent. '' There, that should tranquillize him down, finale thing I want is for him to fly off the handle. utmost time it happened he was so aggressive I thought he would hit me.

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

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

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

'' child no ! Mommy did n't say you ca n't do it, please tranquillise down, you do n't require to get yourself upset on Christmastide Eve. '' He started to tranquillize down to my relief. But now I have a major problem. I am pretty sure my son is about to bewilder his face in my crotch and smell my dirty pussy and bastard. He slowly got up and started to take the air towards me. My heart started beating faster, I could feel the blood rush to my font as my ears began to ring and a hot flash rolled over my body. He stood right in strawman of me now. I looked up at his face and could see unrelenting determination. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my leg and lifted my feet up onto the edge of the lounge in compliance, exposing my white panties now almost see through from the drenching sudor. My pussy was clearly outlined and my pantie were wedged up between my ass impertinence exposing one cheek more than the other, leaving an indentation of my asshole.

He dropped to his genu and looked at my privates with infatuation. I turned my read/write head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nose was an inch from my genitalia, right between my pussy and asshole. He made tatty inhaling sounds as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my slit again and the precis seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized bloodline was rushing to my private area and engorging my pussy rim. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't palpate anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my crotch, his horn in burying itself an in into my pussy yap, my pantie straining to keep him out. I jumped as a shock undulation of tactual sensation erupted through my consistence like an explosion. My head slammed back against the put pulling my shirt back, causing the textile to rub against my nipples. They felt foreign, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a one-half column inch in length. This was unbelievable, my nipples have never been this hard. What is happening to me. I thought, as more than jolts of physical feel shot through my physical structure. I looked down at my son again, his head and nose moving up and down furiously from my pussy to my asshole. He started going a little higher each time and then I felt it.

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

As I regained awareness, I noticed the rubbing in my genitals had stopped. I looked up and Billy was standing in battlefront of me covered in pussy juice and grool. A shocked feeling on his face, back talk opened 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 liquidity off his chest.

'' Oh ! I 'm drab sister. Do n't worry, mommy is fine. That was n't pee sister, I promise. It 's what girls do if you do things like stick your grimace in their genitalia. It was n't a bad affair, 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 lower himself to his knees inching forward.

'' Yes and no. I want Thomas More now. '' He said. I immediately shut my leg like a stand trap.

'' I 'm disconsolate babe, 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 good boys who go to kip on time. '' I hoped to God he would accept that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

'' Oh, horseshit 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.

'' billystick I promise, you will have a present under the tree diagram tomorrow morning, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God serve 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 goat said with a grinning appearing on his face. relief washed over me.

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

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

'' ripe dark baby, honeyed dreams. '' I said, moving in to osculate him back. As I neared his impertinence he moved his lips towards mine and I felt moisture rupture out onto my oral cavity as his tongue tried to enter. I clasped my sass tight and braced for his anger at my refusal, but none came. The odor of my pussycat filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my nerve. I heard rustling on the carpeting, so I opened my eyes and watched, holding my intimation as he walked into his room and shut his door.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no present for him and less than eight hours to think of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Christmas Tree and fell on my stifle in despair. I was terrified about not having something under that Tree for my son when he woke up in the morning. Terrified of his anger, that will come up from it.

'' God help me. What am I going to put under this Noel tree diagram ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far side of meat of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. That 's about the just thing I can give him, I thought to myself with a lost chuckle. He 'd care that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitch in my puss, and intellection of my son taking me right here under the tree filled my head. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too late. I felt wetness building in my scanty as images of my son 's cock sliding in and out of me danced in my head like sugar plums. My kitty started to smart and I could feel my clit getting hard. I bit my lip and slid my manus into my fleece panty as I layed back under the tree. The sexual climax my son had given me, left me wanting to a greater extent. As my horniness increased, it took over my psyche, blocking all rational thought. My finger hit my clit as it moved down to my puss yap, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's spit licking my clit. I pictured his principal in between my peg again, smelling and licking. I pulled my hand out of my panties and a turgid chain of pussy succus trailed behind it.

'' Do you want to smell mommy 's puss juice baby ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my ramification right then and there. I shoved my hand back into my panties as my clit screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a circular apparent movement. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clitoris was n't going to get me over the edge. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my right teat and squeezed. Bright stars erupted before my center as my coming rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the raptus, all the while dreaming of my son 's cock plunging in and out of me. Heaven slowly faded, and while my pussy felt satisfied, a opprobrious feeling took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal position regretting what I had just done. After a few mo of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my kitty-cat twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my sons 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 shelter. The only thing I could find over the years to cling in my puss was the handle of a screw device driver which was belittled and hard as hell. My twat twitched again, reminding me that there was one gentle rod I could razz. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my chief. Slowly I started to apologize the situation as an self-justification to get what my cunt wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world has ended. We have n't seen anyone for age. 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 last two people on land. Who am I to deny my son the pleasance of knowing a char ? Who am I to deny my twat the pounding its mendicancy for ? The very fate of the homo race could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A child would be wonderful ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would founder both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmas give tomorrow dawning. The unspoilt Christmastime exhibit any boy could get. slit. well, and maybe a niggling suck too. I thought as I felt another tinge in my pussy while licking my brim, hungry for peter .