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My Son 's Christmas Present

A Mother 's Desires serial publication



It 's been three twelvemonth since the bombs dropped. That night my husband woke us and race us into our backyard bomb shelter. I remember the sky was orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet grass to the doors of the protection. I grabbed my son and ran in, a tactile sensation of safety device washing over me. My husband called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a gripe ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the room access shut. I knew full well the `` something '' he had to get was my young sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not have made it to my mother 's house because he never came back. He locked the door from the exterior as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless someone finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My husband had finished the shelter and stocked it with enough intellectual nourishment to last a hundred years, gunslinger and ammo, furniture and used it as storage for our Christmas decorations. But other than that we had nothing. No TVs, no information processing system, no motion picture, no biz, zippo. So, for the cobbler's last three years my son and I have been in this bomb shelter with absolutely cipher to do. Three Christmas 's with no present, three natal day with no cake, three fucking years with zippo ! It has been very difficult to watch my son suffer over the twelvemonth. He feels abandoned by his father, and he is so pent-up with emotion and hormones that I 'm afraid he will detonate soon. We are coming up on our fourth Christmas in the shelter, and I am determined to make this Christmas Day worth something for my son. I do n't bonk how, but this twelvemonth my son will have a show under that dullard plastic Tree, I have stared at for three old age !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mommy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the trading floor, effort running down his torso. `` Take your Santa hat off dear, that will cool down you off. If you have to, denude down to your underclothes like mummy. '' 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 munition and legs out in a gesture of defeat. I decided to change the topic. One more word about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you ready for Xmas tomorrow break of day lamb ? '' I said, not expecting the response I got.

'' Fuck Christmas ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! check your linguistic process young man ! '' I growled back. He paid my protest no mind and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it count ? Christmas sucks ! Nothing ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heating system just like every other day. God, I ca n't check perspiration ! '' He finished, wiping sweat off his forehead and flinging it off his hands towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know pricey, I ca n't give up sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a free breast show I mused.

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

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

'' Yeah, when ever you are in the life room hidrosis, this sense of smell fills the air. I do n't know why, but it smells really good to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and scanty, both were soaked in effort, but my panties were drenched, and I immediately knew what smell he was talking about. obstruct I stammered on.

'' I 'm good-for-nothing truelove, I know mommy is stinky down there. I will try not to reek so much, baby, I 'm sorry. '' He looked at me with confusion on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the odour. I wish I could smell out it all the time. I wish I could smell it closer. '' I could n't believe my ears, he wants to smell it closer ? With a aspect of blow and horror on my grimace I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to reek it closer ? What do you mean dear ? '' I said looking at the level, too embarrassed to bet him in the eyes. He did n't hesitate to answer, almost eager to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell it closer, like joystick my face up against you and reek it closer. '' Now I was at a loss for intelligence. After a minute of silence, looking down at my stage, I worked up the courage to talk again.

'' babe ? You do get laid that the smell you are talking about is coming from mom 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That olfactory property is a dirty smell. It 's not good. people get smelly down there, both girls and son. Thais why we need to moisten down there often. '' It was voiceless to appease plumb in the protection. I did n't have it away how a good deal water we had, so I made the decision that we would only take leech 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 was then jogged of a familiar odour in the air on hot daytime. A pleasant smell, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my head. That smell was my son 's body odour, the look of my son 's cock. I choked, almost throwing up loony toons in my mouth. I ca n't trust it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty turncock and my son is attracted to the smelling of my dirty pussy !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't help it. It makes me feel these weird feelings. I like it, I want to sense it, I wish I could stick my face in it right now ! '' He cut in as my mind was spinning from the revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to shut this down immediately. I could not stimulate my son lusting after the flavour of my stinky pussy !

'' Billy ! Do you bring in what you just said ? You want to nonplus your human face in your mother 's genitals ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His impudence turned red as wrath jibe 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 down him down, he is ready to explode 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 want to do that to his mother. '' There, that should sedate him down, endure thing I want is for him to fly off the handle. terminal metre it happened he was so belligerent I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smell you ? '' He said with a big smile on his aspect. `` Stick my face in your genitalia and smell 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 babe, 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, please tranquillise down, you do n't want to get yourself upset on Christmas Eve. '' He started to calm down to my relief. But now I have a major problem. I am pretty trusted my son is about to stick his aspect in my privates and smell my dirty pussy and asshole. He slowly got up and started to take the air towards me. My heart started beating faster, I could find the stemma rushing to my face as my ears began to ring and a hot flash rolled over my soundbox. He stood good in front line 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 legs and lifted my ft up onto the border of the sofa in submission, exposing my white step-in now almost see through from the drenching sweat. My pussy was clearly outlined and my scanty were wedged up between my ass face exposing one impudence more than the other, leaving an indentation of my asshole.

He dropped to his human knee and looked at my fork with crush. I turned my head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noise and looked down. His nose was an column inch from my crotch, right between my puss and bastard. He made forte inhaling sound as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my pussycat again and the outline seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized descent was rushing to my secret field and engorging my pussy lips. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't feel anything.

Without warning my son slammed his brass into my crotch, his nose burying itself an inch into my pussy pickle, my panties straining to keep him out. I jumped as a jounce wave of tone erupted through my physical structure like an explosion. My oral sex slammed back against the sofa pulling my shirt back, causing the material to rub against my nipples. They felt unknown, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a one-half column inch in length. This was unbelievable, my mamilla have never been this hard. What is happening to me. I thought, as More jolts of strong-arm feelings shot through my soundbox. 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 short gamy each time and then I felt it.

Stars erupted in my eyes, my ears rang and my straits 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 button, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my crotch like a thousand nuclear dud. My pussy mess tightened, my ass jam throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my kitty-cat as my head slammed back into the couch. I was falling backwards, the room was spinning, I felt as though I would conk but slowly I was pulled back from the brink.

As I regained consciousness, I noticed the rubbing in my crotch had stopped. I looked up and Billy was standing in front line of me covered in pussy juice and grool. A appal looking on his face, mouth spread and speechless.

'' Are you okay mollycoddle ? '' I asked looking at him in headache. I do n't eff 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 grim baby. Do n't occupy, mommy is o.k.. That was n't pee sister, I promise. It 's what girls do if you do thing like stick your font in their genitals. 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 finger better ? '' He started to lower himself to his knees inching forward.

'' Yes and no. I want to a greater extent now. '' He said. I immediately shut my legs like a have trap.

'' I 'm dark baby, once is plenty for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Christmas and St. Nick is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for good boy who go to sleep on time. '' I hoped to God he would accept 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 nada here for me to get ! '' Dammit Carla ! Do n't get him furious again, get him to bed ! I thought frantically.

'' billy goat I promise, you will have a submit 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 ? '' baton said with a smile appearing on his face. Relief washed over me.

'' I promise Billy. '' I said as excited 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 bound in fearfulness and disgust.

'' goodness night infant, sweet dreams. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his face he moved his sassing towards mine and I felt wet severance out onto my sassing as his tongue tried to enter. I clasped my lips tight and braced for his ira at my refusal, but none came. The flavor of my pussy filled my nostril as he pulled away and exhaled into my cheek. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my eyes and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his room and close his threshold.

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 caput. I walked to the Yuletide 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 morn. Terrified of his ire, that will come from it.

'' God avail me. What am I going to put under this Christmas Day tree ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far side of the sign and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only thing I can give him, I thought to myself with a helpless chuckle. He 'd like that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitching in my kitty, and intellection of my son taking me right here under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree filled my head. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too late. I felt wetness building in my panties as simulacrum of my son 's cock sliding in and out of me danced in my head like lucre plum. My pussy started to yen and I could sense my button getting strong. I bit my lip and slue my mitt into my soaked panties as I layed back under the tree. The orgasm my son had given me, left me wanting More. As my horniness increased, it took over my judgement, blocking all rational thought. My finger's breadth hit my clit as it moved down to my pussy fix, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clit. I pictured his caput in between my leg again, smelling and licking. I pulled my manus out of my panty and a enceinte strand of twat juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you want to smell mammy 's puss juice baby ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my legs 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 motion. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching climax. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clit was n't going to need me over the edge. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my right pap and squeezed. Bright stars erupted before my eyes as my sexual climax rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the ecstasy, all the while dreaming of my son 's putz plunging in and out of me. Heaven slowly faded, and while my pussycat felt satisfied, a ignominious feeling took over, and I laid there curled in the foetal position regretting what I had just done. After a few minutes of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my kitty 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 shaft ! I knew my snatch would n't be satisfied without a right throb but there were no dildos in the bomb calorimeter protection. The only affair I could find over the years to stick in my pussy was the handle of a fucking driver which was small and hard as hell. My twat twitched again, reminding me that there was one soft rod I could rag. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my head. Slowly I started to rationalise the situation as an excuse to get what my pussy wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The mankind has ended. We have n't seen anyone for years. He 's getting out of deal. 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 roof. Besides, I thought. We could be the cobbler's last two people on earthly concern. Who am I to deny my son the pleasure of knowing a woman ? Who am I to deny my pussy the pounding its begging for ? The very fate of the homo race could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be rattling ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would give both of us something to do ! I could n't conceive it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmas present tomorrow morning. The unspoilt Christmas present any boy could get. puss. wellspring, and maybe a little sucking too. I thought as I felt another tinge in my pussy while licking my lips, hungry for tool .