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My Son 's Noel Present

A Mother 's Desires serial



It 's been three twelvemonth since the bomb calorimeter dropped. That dark my married man woke us and hie us into our backyard bomb calorimeter shelter. I remember the sky was orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet Gunter Grass to the door of the shelter. I grabbed my son and ran in, a flavor of safety washables over me. My hubby called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a beef ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew entire well the `` something '' he had to get was my jr. Sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not consume made it to my female parent 's house because he never came back. He locked the room access from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless mortal finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My hubby had finished the shelter and stocked it with enough food to last a hundred year, hit man and ammunition, furniture and used it as repositing for our Dec 25 palm. But other than that we had nothing. No TVs, no computer, no movies, no plot, zilch. So, for the survive three age my son and I have been in this bomb calorimeter shelter with absolutely zero to do. Three Christmas 's with no present tense, 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 Father of the Church, and he is so repressed with emotion and internal secretion that I 'm afraid he will explode soon. We are coming up on our fourth Christmastide in the shelter, and I am determined to draw this Christmas Worth something for my son. I do n't get it on how, but this class my son will have a award under that stupid credit card tree, I have stared at for three class !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mammy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the floor, lather running down his soundbox. `` Take your Father Christmas hat off dear, that will cool you off. If you have to, undress down to your underwear like mommy. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and step-in. The heat was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

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

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

'' Fuck Christmas ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! catch your language young man ! '' I growled back. He paid my protestation no mind and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmas sucks ! Nothing ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heating just like every other day. God, I ca n't stop diaphoresis ! '' 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 costly, I ca n't stop sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a free 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 bread and butter room sweating, this smell fills the air. I do n't know why, but it smells really good to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and panties, both were soaked in elbow grease, but my scanty were drenched, and I immediately knew what olfactory perception he was talking about. Embarrassed I stammered on.

'' I 'm sorry sweetheart, I know mommy is ill-smelling down there. I will try not to smell so practically, baby, I 'm sorry. '' 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 time. I wish I could sense it closer. '' I could n't consider my ear, he wants to smell it closer ? With a look of shock and horror on my face I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to smell out it closer ? What do you mean dear ? '' I said looking at the floor, too embarrassed to seem him in the eyes. He did n't pause to answer, almost tidal bore to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell it closer, like stick my case up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a red for give-and-take. After a bit of quiet, looking down at my pegleg, I worked up the courage to verbalize again.

'' Baby ? You do recognise that the smell you are talking about is coming from mama 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That smell is a dirty olfaction. It 's not good. people get smelly down there, both girls and male child. Thais why we need to wash down there often. '' It was hard to stay clean in the shelter. I did n't hump how much water system we had, so I made the decision that we would only direct quick study Bath. It meant never feeling shower fresh, but I would prefer that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his clothes were drenched in sweat too. My retention was then jogged of a companion smell in the air on hot days. A pleasant smell, a olfaction I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my heading. That smell was my son 's body odour, the smell of my son 's dick. I choked, almost throwing up dose in my mouthpiece. I ca n't believe it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty stopcock and my son is attracted to the look of my dirty pussy !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't help it. It makes me finger these weird feelings. I like it, I want to reek it, I wish I could gravel my face in it right now ! '' He cut in as my headspring 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 smell of my stinky kitty !

'' Billy ! Do you see what you just said ? You want to stick your cheek in your mother 's crotch ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His cheek turned red as anger slam 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 set up to explode and I just lit the fuse.

'' No babe, momma 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is ill-timed, I 'm just saying it 's unusual for a boy to want to do that to his mother. '' There, that should simmer down him down, last matter I want is for him to fly off the handgrip. finish meter it happened he was so aggressive I thought he would hit me.

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

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

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

'' sister no ! mommy did n't say you ca n't do it, please calm down, you do n't desire to get yourself upset on Christmas Day Eve. '' He started to calm down down to my rilievo. But now I have a John Major problem. I am pretty indisputable my son is about to stick his face in my genitalia and smell my soiled snatch and asshole. He slowly got up and started to walk towards me. My core started beating faster, I could sense the blood rushing to my face as my pinna began to ring and a hot blink of an eye rolled over my body. He stood compensate in straw man 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 branch and lifted my feet up onto the edge of the couch in submission, exposing my white panty now almost see through from the drenching exertion. My snatch was clearly outlined and my panty were wedged up between my ass cheek exposing one cheek more than the other, leaving an indentation of my asshole.

He dropped to his knees and looked at my genital organ with crush. I turned my head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nose was an inch from my crotch, right between my cunt and asshole. He made aloud inhaling sounds as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my cunt again and the abstract seemed so much more spectacular than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized descent was rushing to my buck private country and engorging my pussy sassing. I was so ball over and frightened I did n't feel anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my crotch, his pry burying itself an inch into my pussy hole, my panty straining to keep back him out. I jumped as a shock wafture of feelings erupted through my body like an explosion. My head slammed back against the couch pulling my shirt back, causing the cloth to rub against my nipples. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half inch in length. This was unbelievable, my pap have never been this firmly. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jolts of physical opinion shot through my torso. I looked down at my son again, his head and nose moving up and down furiously from my slit to my asshole. He started going a slight gamy each clock 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 scent 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 relocation to stop him, he slid back up to my clit, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my genital organ like a thousand nuclear bomb calorimeter. My pussy pickle tightened, my ass hole throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my pussy as my mind slammed back into the cast. 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 consciousness, I noticed the friction in my fork had stopped. I looked up and Billy was standing in front of me covered in kitty-cat juice and grool. A shocked expression on his fount, mouth open air and speechless.

'' Are you okay baby ? '' I asked looking at him in business. I do n't recognise 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 blue baby. Do n't worry, mommy is amercement. That was n't pee child, I promise. It 's what little girl do if you do things like stick your fount in their genitalia. It was n't a bad thing, I promise. '' My Son looked at me like he wanted more. So, I quickly asked, `` Are you felicitous now ? Did you get what you wanted ? Do you feel better ? '' He started to glower himself to his knees inching forward.

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

'' I 'm bad infant, once is plenty for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Christmas and Santa is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for goodness boys who go to sleep on fourth dimension. '' I hoped to God he would swallow 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 tempestuous again, get him to bed ! I thought frantically.

'' billy goat I promise, you will have a represent 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 dark is going to end badly for me.

'' You promise mom ? '' nightstick said with a smile appearing on his human face. Relief washed over me.

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

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

'' just night infant, sweet-flavored dream. '' I said, moving in to osculate him back. As I neared his cheek he moved his lip towards mine and I felt moisture interruption out onto my sassing as his knife tried to enter. I clasped my back talk tight and braced for his anger at my refusal, but none came. The smell of my pussy filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my face. I heard rustling on the carpeting, so I opened my eyes and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his room and shut his threshold.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no face for him and less than eight hours to conceive of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Dec 25 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 morning. Terrified of his anger, that will come 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 side of meat of the mansion and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only thing I can sacrifice him, I thought to myself with a helpless chuckle. He 'd like that, I mused. Then, I felt a vellication in my pussy, and thoughts of my son taking me right here under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree filled my question. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too late. I felt wetness construction in my scanty as simulacrum of my son 's cock sliding in and out of me danced in my head like simoleons plums. My pussy started to yen and I could feel my clit getting strong. I bit my lip and slue my script into my hook panties as I layed back under the tree. The sexual climax my son had given me, left me wanting Sir Thomas More. As my hot pants increased, it took over my creative thinker, blocking all rational thought. My finger hit my clit as it moved down to my pussy hollow, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clitoris. I pictured his headland in between my pegleg again, smelling and licking. I pulled my hand out of my panties and a large strand of pussycat juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you want to smell mommy 's pussy succus baby ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my branch right then and there. I shoved my paw back into my pantie 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 clit was n't going to take me over the boundary. I threw receptive my shirt, grabbed my right nipple and squeezed. Bright hotshot erupted before my centre as my orgasm rushed through my soundbox. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the ecstasy, all the while dreaming of my son 's stopcock plunging in and out of me. Heaven slowly faded, and while my pussy felt satisfied, a inglorious feeling took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal position regretting what I had just done. After a few hour 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 putz ! I knew my pussy 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 year to perplex in my kitty-cat was the hold of a screw driver which was small and hard as Inferno. My puss twitched again, reminding me that there was one soft rod I could ride. I ca n't consider I am thinking about this, I screamed in my head. Slowly I started to excuse the site as an excuse to get what my snatch wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world has ended. We have n't seen anyone for eld. 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 solid ground. Who am I to deny my son the pleasure of knowing a adult female ? Who am I to traverse my cunt the pounding its begging for ? The very portion of the man race could reckon on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be terrific ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. 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 morning. The dependable Christmas present any boy could get. cunt. Well, and maybe a minuscule sucking too. I thought as I felt another hint in my kitty while licking my lips, hungry for cock .