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My Son 's Christmastime Present

A Mother 's Desires serial



It 's been three twelvemonth since the bomb dropped. That Nox my husband woke us and step on it us into our backyard bomb shelter. I remember the sky was orange tree on the celestial horizon all around us as we ran through the wet forage to the doors of the protection. I grabbed my son and ran in, a feeling of condom washing over me. My husband called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a kick ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the doorway shut. I knew wide well the `` something '' he had to get was my vernal sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not suffer made it to my mother 's house because he never came back. He locked the room access from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless soul finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My husband had finished the tax shelter and stocked it with enough food to lowest a hundred years, gun and ammunition, piece of furniture and used it as storage for our Xmas decorations. But other than that we had zip. No TVs, no computing device, no film, no game, nothing. So, for the hold up three years my son and I have been in this turkey shelter with absolutely nothing to do. ternion Christmas 's with no nowadays, three birthdays with no cake, three fucking years with zippo ! It has been very hard to watch my son suffer over the years. He feels abandoned by his sire, and he is so pent-up with emotion and hormone that I 'm afraid he will burst forth soon. We are coming up on our fourthly Noel in the shelter, and I am determined to fix this Yuletide worth something for my son. I do n't have intercourse how, but this yr my son will sustain a face under that unintelligent plastic tree, I have stared at for three years !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mommy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the base, sweat running down his eubstance. `` pack your Santa hat off love, that will cool you off. If you have to, strip down to your underwear like mom. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panties. The heat was so tyrannical, I would be naked if not for my son.

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

'' Are you quick for Christmastide tomorrow morning dear ? '' I said, not expecting the answer I got.

'' fuck Christmas ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! take in your speech communication young man ! '' I growled back. He paid my protestation no nous and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Xmas sucks ! nil ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heat just like every other day. God, I ca n't stop sudation ! '' He finished, wiping sweat off his forehead and flinging it off his hand 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 unblock tit 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 know why, but it smells really in effect to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and step-in, both were soaked in sweat, but my panties were drenched, and I immediately knew what tone he was talking about. blockade I stammered on.

'' I 'm sorry peach, I know mommy is icky down there. I will try not to sense so practically, baby, I 'm dismal. '' He looked at me with confusion on his face.

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

'' You want to smack it closer ? What do you intend dear ? '' I said looking at the storey, too embarrassed to appear him in the eyes. He did n't waver to answer, almost bore to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell it closer, like stick my face up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a red ink for Scripture. After a minute of silence, looking down at my branch, I worked up the braveness to speak again.

'' Baby ? You do have intercourse that the feel you are talking about is coming from mommy 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That smell is a dirty smell. It 's not in force. citizenry get smelly down there, both girls and son. Thai why we need to lave down there often. '' It was hard to stay clean in the shelter. I did n't cognize how very much water we had, so I made the decision that we would only take parazoan Bath. It meant never feeling shower impertinent, but I would prefer that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his apparel were drenched in sweat too. My retention was then jogged of a familiar olfaction in the air on hot day. A pleasant smell, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my head. That feeling was my son 's body aroma, the smell of my son 's dick. I choked, almost throwing up acid in my mouthpiece. I ca n't believe it ! I am attracted to the olfactory perception of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the olfaction of my begrime cunt !

'' I know that mom. I still like the look, I ca n't help it. It makes me palpate these weird feelings. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could stick my grimace in it right now ! '' He cut in as my head was spinning from the revealing. I pulled myself together knowing I had to shut this down immediately. I could not accept my son lusting after the smell of my stinking pussy !

'' Billy ! Do you actualise what you just said ? You want to stupefy your face in your mother 's genital organ ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His impertinence turned red as angriness 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 settle down him down, he is set to explode and I just lit the fuse.

'' No infant, Mommy 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is improper, I 'm just saying it 's unusual for a boy to want to do that to his mother. '' There, that should calm him down, final stage thing I want is for him to fly off the handle. Last meter it happened he was so fast-growing I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smell you ? '' He said with a big smiling on his brass. `` Stick my nerve in your fork and smell for as yearn as I want ? '' jolt came over me. I ca n't believe this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to ingest to handle this delicately.

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

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

'' Baby no ! Mommy did n't say you ca n't do it, please still down, you do n't need to get yourself upset on Christmas Eve. '' He started to steady down to my sculptural relief. But now I have a major trouble. I am pretty sure my son is about to stick his face in my fork and smell out my unsporting slit and son of a bitch. He slowly got up and started to take the air towards me. My heart started beating faster, I could palpate the line of descent rushing to my side as my auricle began to ring and a hot flashbulb rolled over my consistence. He stood correct in front of me now. I looked up at his font and could see grim conclusion. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my legs and lifted my feet up onto the boundary of the couch in compliance, exposing my white panties now almost see through from the drenching sweat. My kitty-cat was clearly outlined and my panty were wedged up between my ass cheeks exposing one cheek more than the early, leaving an indent of my asshole.

He dropped to his stifle and looked at my crotch with crush. I turned my head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nose was an column inch from my crotch, right between my pussy and dickhead. He made loud inhaling auditory sensation as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my cunt again and the outline seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized blood line was rushing to my private sphere and engorging my pussy lips. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't experience anything.

Without warning my son slammed his nerve into my genitals, his nose burying itself an inch into my pussy maw, my scanty straining to keep him out. I jumped as a jolt wave of feelings erupted through my body like an blowup. My drumhead slammed back against the couch pulling my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my nipples. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half inch in distance. This was unbelievable, my nipples have never been this backbreaking. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jolts of physical 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 trivial higher each time and then I felt it.

Stars erupted in my middle, my ears rang and my head buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's pry had hit my clitoris, and if he did it again, I was going to orgasm whether I liked it or not. Before I could urinate a movement to stop him, he slid back up to my clit, and I was done. Shockwaves of joy erupted inside of my crotch like a thousand atomic bombs. My pussy kettle of fish tightened, my ass muddle throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquidness spraying out of my pussy as my forefront slammed back into the put. 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 knowingness, I noticed the rubbing in my fork had stopped. I looked up and Billy was standing in front of me covered in pussy succus and grool. A appall smell on his face, mouth give and speechless.

'' Are you okay baby ? '' I asked looking at him in vexation. I do n't know why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A mother '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 state off his chest.

'' Oh ! I 'm sorry baby. Do n't worry, mommy is okay. That was n't pee child, I promise. It 's what girls do if you do things like stick your grimace in their crotch. 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 more now. '' He said. I immediately shut my branch like a bear trap.

'' I 'm sorry child, once is decent for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Dec 25 and Santa is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for good boys who go to slumber on metre. '' I hoped to God he would accept that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

'' Oh, dogshit Mom ! There is no Kriss Kringle, and I 'm not getting anything tomorrow ! There is zilch here for me to get ! '' Dammit Carla ! Do n't get him angry again, get him to bed ! I thought frantically.

'' nightstick I promise, you will let a present under the tree diagram tomorrow morn, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God avail me, I prayed. If I ca n't get him to bed soon, this Nox is going to end badly for me.

'' You promise mom ? '' billystick 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 ! upright night. '' Billy exclaimed as he swooped in and gave me a osculation on the brass. I tried not to resile in fear and disgust.

'' effective Night baby, sweet pipe dream. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his cheek he moved his sass towards mine and I felt moisture break out onto my mouth as his natural language tried to participate. I clasped my rim tight and braced for his wrath at my refusal, but none came. The odor of my pussy filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my aspect. I heard rustling on the rug, so I opened my center and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his room and keep out his threshold.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no present for him and less than eight hours to guess of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Christmas Day tree and fell on my articulatio genus 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 angriness, that will come from it.

'' God help oneself me. What am I going to put under this Christmastime tree ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far side of the home 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 lost chortle. He 'd care that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitch in my cunt, 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 panties as effigy of my son 's cock sliding in and out of me danced in my head word like lucre plum. My pussy started to smart and I could feel my clit getting hard. I bit my lip and slid my helping hand into my gazump panties as I layed back under the tree diagram. The orgasm my son had given me, left me wanting more. As my horniness increased, it took over my mind, blocking all rational thought process. My finger hit my clit as it moved down to my pussy gob, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's natural language licking my clitoris. I pictured his head in between my legs again, smelling and licking. I pulled my handwriting out of my scanty and a large strand of kitty-cat juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you want to smell mom 's puss juice baby ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my leg right then and there. I shoved my hand back into my panties as my clit screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a flyer movement. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could palpate it coming, but me rubbing my clit was n't going to pack me over the edge. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my right mamilla and squeezed. Bright sensation erupted before my eyes as my orgasm rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the hug drug, all the while dreaming of my son 's putz plunging in and out of me. Heaven slowly faded, and while my cunt felt satisfied, a scandalous feeling 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 sons cock has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's cock ! I knew my pussy would n't be satisfied without a proper hammer but there were no dildos in the bomb protection. The sole thing I could see over the years to stick in my pussycat was the handgrip of a screwing driver which was low and hard as hell. My pussy twitched again, reminding me that there was one easy rod I could ride. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my foreland. Slowly I started to rationalize the situation as an alibi to get what my cunt wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world has ended. We have n't seen anyone for years. 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 vertebral column and looking up at the ceiling. Besides, I thought. We could be the close two people on earth. Who am I to traverse my son the joy of knowing a woman ? Who am I to traverse my cunt the pounding its beggary for ? The very lot of the human backwash could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A infant would be marvellous ! I realized sitting up straight in upheaval. It would give both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmas present tomorrow good morning. The best Christmas present any boy could get. Pussy. Well, and maybe a petty suck too. I thought as I felt another hint in my pussy while licking my lips, hungry for cock .