Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum Bucket

I have wanted to have intercourse my son for a patch, ever since he graduated high gear school this year and really buffed up over the summertime working construction.

It was then, one random day, while he was in swimming trunks to go for a dip in the syndicate that I noticed that my son had turned into a man.

In fact, my son had grown into a very bountiful man, a virtual replica of his departed father ( who died serving his state two eld ago ).

I did n't only desire to fuck my son, no, I wanted to be his submissive fuck toy.

When I first had these feelings, I went online. First I read a lot of erotic storey of mummy seducing Word, of Son seducing moms or, even better, sons dominating moms. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my fancy have always revolved around complete submission.

The more I read, the Sir Thomas More intrigued I got. And although I knew these were just fantasies and likely mostly written by men, some were written by females, some read by females and thus I was n't the just one.

It took some doing, but I also found websites that had women talking frankly, and although I did n't join, I read the many comments and was both storm and excited to learn that incest was much More rough-cut than one would assume.

Although the idea of fucking my son made my pussycat purr, I had no intention of doing anything about it.

Then one portentous early morning, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up call triggered the shift from fantasy to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hallway to the bathroom when I heard my son interrogative sentence, rather loudly, `` Ready to suck my cock, slut ? ``

Hearing my son 's vocalisation, sounding like his father 's, and saying words similar to what his father would say to me back when he was alert had me halt in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth ? '' A voice questioned ... a vocalisation I recognized instantly. It was Mrs. Lester Willis Young, his girlfriend 's female parent and a complete bitch who lived across the street from me.

'' She 's a sound sleeper goby. Plus, you did n't appear concerned about my mother when you texted me begging for my cock. ``

'' I needed your big dick in me, '' she purred, before she added, `` I thought we would be fucking in the service department as we usually do. ``

'' Did n't your small dicked married man satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his voice so firm and authoritative.

'' You know his tiny dick ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the hubby she always raved about at our hebdomadary women 's night.

'' I guess I have widened that old cunt of yours and gaped your ass so much you probably do n't even experience his goad dick, '' my son continued, ridiculing the husband.

I could n't think Mrs Goody-Goody, Mrs. Gossip Queen, Mrs. Prude was not only in my son 's room, not only willing to be his slut, but also took it in the ass.

Instantly, my longsighted neglected back door was calling me as I remembered getting ass reamed by my husband regularly back when he was alive.

She laughed, belittling her husband, `` I need a literal man, with a real prick. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my star sign, and on your knees eager to suck my dick with my mom in the next way ? '' He questioned, loving to mortify ... just like his father ... always pushing the submissive to the extremes of submission.

My hand went to my tingling puss as I moved closer to the slightly undefended threshold. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this.

'' I ca n't fend you, '' she answered.

'' What ca n't you resist ? '' My son asked, as I reached the door.

'' Being your cum bucket, '' she answered, sounding like a stark slut.

I could n't help but smirk. The most ostentatious cleaning lady in our neighbourhood. A female parent of two, mind of the residential area council and choir leader at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

'' And why are you here now ? '' My son asked.

'' To suck your cock, get fucked like the dirty whore I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenage slovenly woman or a erotica star than a happily married mother of two.

Just as I peeked in the open gap accidentally left surface for me, I heard the slobbering audio of boisterous cheek fucking ... something my husband often used to do to me, something I loved ... being used for the pleasure of another.

Somehow they were positioned perfectly for me to get a great look at an almost bare Jemma Whitney Young, in aught but second joint high stockings, and her facial expression full of cock.

Seeing the second joint senior high surprised me for a yoke of reasons.

One : I did n't fathom Mrs. Young as a woman who would wear such sexy stockings ... she seemed more a pantyhose type of woman.

Two : my husband had a nylon juju and made me wear thigh highs, a supporter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past two days since his tragic death.

Did my son have the Sami hoodoo ?

Then he pulled his dick out of her mouth.

'' Can you taste your daughter 's pussy on my tool ? '' He asked, as I stared at the massive cock.

My eyes went big.

My pussy got damper.

His dick was Brobdingnagian. Long and thick.

My mouthpiece watered, as all my late night incest fantasy became more authentic.

I wanted that dick in my mouth, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my recollective disregarded ass.

I wanted to be on my knee joint in front man of that magnificent cock.

I wanted to be the slut that obeyed his every order.

I wanted to be his Mommy-slut.

'' I thought it tasted like her, '' she said, seeming to not be bothered to sustain just tasted her daughter 's pussy juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly undecomposed mommy was a cum bucket for her boyfriend ? '' He asked.

'' I was your slattern first, '' she pointed out with pride.

'' True enough, '' he laughed, before he ordered, `` Get on all four-spot on my bed, slut. ``

'' Yes, maestro, '' she said, as she scurried on the bed like a slut in heat.

listening the word 'Master'again shocked me. A term that was unwashed between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would know he was master copy and I submissive. He got teased by his chum and family line that he was whipped, as I was pretty surefooted, seemingly feminist, in public. But once the chamber door closed, the women's liberationist disappeared and a wanton cock trollop emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

'' Did you pre-lube that fat slattern hole of yours, ass slut ? '' My son asked, as he moved onto the bed.

'' As always, Master, '' she replied like the submissive she was. It made me smirk to see this pretentious bitch not only willingly coming over to get ass fucked, but also pre-lubing herself ... that was something I had never heard of before.

'' commodity, '' he said, as he moved behind her and slammed his putz deep in her ass in one grueling thrust.

'' Ohhhhh, fuck, '' she screamed and then covered her mouth.

'' You 're going to wake up my mother, ass slut, '' he laughed, as he began fucking her ass hard.

'' Oh God, you 're so bad, '' she moaned, as she used the headboard to balance herself from the rough ass screw and to prevent it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the married cum bucket sneaking into a neighbour 's house to get ass fucked by her daughter 's boyfriend while her husband and child are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to remind the cunt just how big a whore she was.

'' I got to have that big shaft of yours, '' she admitted.

'' In your once virtuous asshole, '' He added.

'' Yes, '' she moaned, as she began bouncing back to meet his forward thrusts.

They fucked for a few transactions like this.

I rubbed myself the entire time ... although slowly because I did n't need to come.

Then, she did. She came from getting ass fucked by my son. She muffled her sounds in his pillow as her orgasm obviously hit, trying to avoid waking me up.

Then he asked, a couple of minutes later, `` Which is the cum bucket mess tonight, slut ? ``

'' I want to swallow up it all, '' she answered without hesitation.

'' As you wish, cum bucket, '' he nodded, pulling out.

I watched as she quickly turned around and took the hammer that was buried deep in her cocksucker back in her rima oris ... that was something I had never done.

My husband came in my ass, on my ass, on my tits, but mostly he loved coating my face. I remember him saying how much of a number on it was to see a perfumed kindergarten teacher with her face coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the unsporting adulteress ever suck a rooster that was just in their shit fix. ``

She moaned on his pecker as she impressively took the total massive rod in her sassing. She looked like a pornography star. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit hole'which somehow made it nastier and hotter.

I wanted to be that pornography superstar ; I wanted to be sucking that made for porno cock.

Suddenly, he grunted, and declared, `` Here comes my cum, cum bucket. ``

She did n't slow down, apparently a rather impressive peter sucker, as he obviously deposited his load down her throat.

When he pulled out, he said, `` Could you imagine if the neighbourhood knew the truth, that you 're just a cum bucket for big dick ? ``

'' If all the lonely housewives knew you were packing nine inches of cock I doubt I would be the only one texting you at 2am to be your cum bucketful, '' she said, as she stroked his cock.

'Nine column inch'I thought to myself, that 's a effective two in gravid than his father 's telling cock.

'' Maybe I should go door to door offering my services, '' he said.

'' No, I 'm your cum bucketful, '' she protested playfully.

'' wellspring, your girl is a two trap cum bucketful and you are a three hole cum pail, '' he said.

'' I imagine you plan to change that soon, '' the mother said.

'' That I do, '' he nodded. `` Now go back to your husband and kid, cum bucketful. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' she replied, getting off the bed.

I moved to obliterate as she looked my way, just getting out of the way in time.

I hurried to my room, my need to pee replaced with my need to come.

I grabbed my lapin from the side of meat table, turned it on in high spirits and on my favourite pulsation, pulled my pajama and scanty down and slid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my centre and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his cock slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his dick gaping my dickhead ; I imagined being his unconditional fuck toy ... his cum bucket.

I came quickly and as I lay there in the afterglow of self-pleasure, I pondered how I could possibly replace his cum bucket.

... ..

It was December and I had decided his Christmas present was going to be a live-in cum bucket ... me !

I also wanted to test a few assumptions. The first being if he had a stockpile juju like his sire. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot voodoo like his father. James loved lengthy nylon foot jobs and could come just from that and often did. He loved watching sport while I gave him longsighted nylon-clad foot jobs. In these scenarios he either came on my feet and had me lick the cum off my feet ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would take in me wind up him with my back talk before usually coating my face with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to have me keep on his cum on my face.

That made me come back our honeymoon, when he shot his payload all over my expression in the hotel before dinner and had me continue it on me while we went out for dinner. He then shot a second payload on me in the bath of the restaurant before we went out dance. A final load was shot back in the hotel way and I answered the room access for elbow room overhaul in lingerie and a face completely coated with cum. Such humiliation only enhanced my desire for complete submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could have it again.

The next morning, well early Saturday afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my gown, but with thigh eminent stockings. I was pretending to read the newspaper, my stocking-clad metrical unit up on the tabular array, the robe riding up high enough that he could definitely see the top of my lace top stockings.

Buffalo Bill walked in and stopped dead in his rails. There was no dubiety he was staring at my branch. I pretended I did n't notice he was there as I feigned reading the newsprint. I even began to slowly move my left metrical unit over my properly leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't be active. I wished I could have seen his face, but I wanted to act as inexperienced person as possible. I wanted to get down the prickteaser. I wanted him to get the thought that his female parent was a intimate being. I wanted to slowly flora the seed that his mother would give a keen 'cum bucket'.

It did n't survive long, maybe thirty indorsement, before I decided the tease was enough and moved the newspaper down and, being an actress in senior high school school went into total actress modal value, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't hear you occur down the stairs. ``

'' first light, Mom, '' he said, breaking his eye contact from my stage and looking at me.

'' It 's actually one in the afternoon, '' I pointed out, again acting like a mother.

'' Sorry, late night, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

His boldness went E. B. White. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my stage off the table, noticing him watch. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. Edward Young, I added, `` And I 'd appreciate it if you did n't do it Brittany in the elbow room beside me. ``

'' S-s-sorry, '' he said, clearly shocked by my frank language.

'' I mean, '' I said, standing up and walking directly in front of him, noticing the erect cock poking at his sweats, `` you 're eighteen and an grownup so I understand you have pauperization and I 'm for certain you and Brittany are fucking like bunny rabbit, but your mother has n't gotten any for two years and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how recollective it 's been. ``

He was speechless.

Before he could respond, I left the kitchen, loving the impact I had over him.

I went to the bathroom, got out of my thigh highs, into the shower and used the shower head for a different purpose as I imagined dropping to my knees, pulling out his stiff cock and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my head and fucking my face.

I imagined him bending me over the kitchen board and fucking my poverty-stricken cunt.

I imagined him making me beg him to ream my shit hole.

I came hard in the shower, almost falling to my knees.

I was n't quick yet to confide the ultimate taboo, I had to know he wanted it too. But, a plan was beginning to form in my mind.

I was going to hand him the large Christmas present ever ... ME.

... ..

Dominicus at church, I stared at Jemma, still unable to fathom how she could be so pretentious, judging others. I wanted to walk up to her and order her I knew her dirty secret.

I wondered if she was wearing thigh highs under her very conservative frock ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a complete submissive to men, I had, on affair age ago, a few lesbian meeting, including a few where I was in flush. Then it hit me. The perfect way to seduce my son was through the bitch.

When church was over, I walked over to her when she was alone and asked, quietly, `` So you like taking my son 's prick up your ass ? ``

Her smug grin disappeared instantly as her face went white.

'' You had a lot to say in my house at two in the morning, '' I continued.

'' Elizabeth, '' was all she could muster.

'' We 'll talk more, later, '' I promised, not for sure how I planned to spiel this with her.

When I got family from Christian church, Cody was watching NFL football on the couch. I went to him, put my foot on the lounge beside him, and asked, `` Could you please undo the buckle ? Mom 's back is killing her. ``

'' Um, sure, '' he said, glancing to my leg and the top of my lace top stockings.

'' You okay ? '' I asked, as he hesitated.

'' Um, yeah, just got distracted by the biz, '' he lied, as he moved his hand to the minuscule buckle.

It took him a bit to unbuckle the small shoulder strap with his big finger, but eventually he did. I slid my fundament out and wiggled my toes right in front of him. I then switched feet and asked, `` Can you do this one too ? ``

'' Of trend, Mom, '' he nodded, as I glanced at his crotch which was saluting me secretly.

'' You 're such a sweetheart, '' I said.

He again took a drawn-out look at my full nylon-clad leg before unbuckling my strap.

Once it was off, I again wiggled my toes and watched as he stared at them. He was indeed a nylon foot fetish addict like his father.

deciding to campaign it further, I asked, `` My groundwork are killing me from wearing these blackguard. Would you be willing to give your old bag of a mother a understructure massage ? ``

'' indisputable, '' he nodded, before adding, `` and you 're hardly old, Mom. ``

'' Thanks beloved, '' I said, `` but I feel ancient. ``

'' Mom, you need to get back out in the dating public. It 's been two years, '' he said, his eyes never leaving my legs.

I sat on the end of the couch, flipped my legs up onto his lap, right field on his private parts and said, `` Finding a respectable man is nearly impossible. ``

He groaned, but covered well, as I felt his cock wince under my dog, `` But you have to at least try. ``

As he took my left pes in his hands, I said, `` Just the thought of it exhausts me. Plus, any man I dated I would equate to your father. He was one of a kind. ``

'' Yeah, he was, '' he nodded, the tone quickly shifting to sadness.

We were both silent for a span of arcminute while he massaged my feet. I noticed him take many quick glimpses up my legs. But I pretended to not notice. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Bretagne serious ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just friends with benefits ? '' I asked, a term I had learned recently.

'' Yeah, something like that, '' he said, smiling for the first time.

'' I could use a friend with benefit berth, '' I sighed.

'' Mom ! '' he said, surprised by his usually conservative mother 's words.

'' What ? '' I asked, `` your Mom has needs too. ``

'' Oh my God, '' he said, `` I ca n't consider we are having this conversation. ``

'' It 's your faulting, '' I accused.

'' How ? '' he asked, surprised I was blaming him.

'' Listening to you do it your girlfriend woke up my sleeping, '' I paused for the right on Bible alternative and dramatic upshot, `` kitty-cat. ``

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my pes and checking out my legs.

'' It 's not what 's gotten into me, it 's what has n't, '' I quipped playfully.

He laughed, `` This is not a conversation I thought I would ever have. ``

Hinting at what I really wanted, I said, my human foot ever so subtlety pushing down on his iron strong dick stuck in his pant, `` Well, you 're the man of the house now, Cody. ``

I could see his head spinning. I could secern he was wondering if my foot move was on purpose. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

I continued, `` Now that you 're eighteen and an adult, I do require you to be the one in charge here sometimes. ``

'' Okay, '' he nodded, clearly confused by what I meant.

'' And that means listening to postmark conversations with your mother, '' I finished, before adding, `` even if those conversations gross you out. ``

'' They do n't revenue me out, '' he said. `` They just came out of the wild blue yonder. ``

'' Well, so did you ass fucking your girlfriend in the room beside me, '' I quipped, as I moved my feet away and stood up.

He actually laughed.

'' What ? '' I asked, now standing up in front of him.

'' I have never heard you swear before this past brace of days former than 'shit'a couple of clip, '' he said.

'' Well, hearing you treat Bretagne like a complete whore made me realize something, '' I said, letting my row linger as I did n't wind up the sentence.

'' What did it give you bring in, Mom ? '' he asked, glancing down at my feet.

'' No, I 've said more than I meant to, '' I said, starting to take the air away.

'' Mom, you ca n't say something like that and then pass on, '' he protested, standing up too. `` You can say whatever you want to me. I am the man of the house. ``

The way he said'I am the man of the theatre'made my pussy tingling. He sounded exactly like his father.

'' It 's just, '' I began, trying to expect shy and nervous, a speck at my submissive side.

'' Just tell me, '' he ordered.

'' You sounded just like your father, '' I finally revealed.

'' When ? '' he asked, confused.

'' When you were dominating Bretagne, '' I answered, looking down as if trying to forfend eye contact.

'' Oh, '' he said.

I continued, `` Your father was very demanding in the bedchamber. I even still obey him now. ``

'' What ? '' he asked, as he was clearly processing the strange revelations.

I did n't plan to let him get it on this yet, but I figured what the heck. `` I still wear silk stocking for him every day. ``

'' Oh, '' he asked, looking down at my stocking stage and feet.

'' Your father insisted I wear nylons every day for him and I ... '' I paused again.

'' And what ? '' he asked, drawn into my seduction, completely unaware I was seducing him in an endeavour to make him subscribe to mastery of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't desire you to remember lupus erythematosus of me, Cody, '' I said, looking nervous and embarrassed. My years of acting in drama yield were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, zilch you say can make me recollect less of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' well, its, just, um, your begetter was my Master, '' I blurted out.

'' Oh, '' he said, the new Apocalypse marinating in his head.

'' And although neither you or anyone else saw it in our day to day aliveness, except that I always wore thigh highs or a garter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my button-down instructor attire, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial table, `` in the bedroom he was the skipper and I the obedient submissive. ``

'' I ca n't trust it, '' he finally said.

Wanting to pack stupor onto shock, I added, `` So hearing you be dominant to Brittany, calling her public figure and pounding her asshole, or what did you call it ? Irish bull pickle ? Well, that brought back memories of your father using me as his three hole, his three hole, um ... ''

'' You 've said this much, Mom, '' he said, hanging on my every word.

'' His three hole cum bucket, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my head in my hands ... attempting to win an Oscar for best performance in an incest seduction.

'' What 's wrong, Mom ? '' he asked, sitting down beside me and putting his hand on my leg.

'' You must think I 'm some kind of fucked-up slovenly woman, '' I answered, tears forming.

'' Oh, Mom, '' he said, his script moving slowly up my leg. `` I could never think that. ``

'' You could n't ? '' I asked. `` Am I too repugnant to see as individual piece of ass worthy ? ``

He got defensive, `` No, no, Mom that is not it at all. You 're a very beautiful woman. If you were n't my mother .... ''

This time he stopped.

I looked up into his eyes. `` If I was n't your mother, what ? '' I asked, trying to see vulnerable and insecure.

'' I ca n't say it, '' he said. `` It 's awry. ``

'' You can tell me anything, '' I said, as I tried not to smile, knowing my architectural plan was working ... I was planting a plethora of seed for my end goal.

'' Well, I .... '' he started but stopped.

'' Just say it, Buffalo Bill Cody, '' I demanded. `` Act to me like you would to Brittany. ``

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' Do you see what you just told me ? '' he asked, his hand still on my leg.

'' No, '' I said, playing dumb.

'' You just told me to care for you like I do my fuck toy, '' he said back.

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my next words made my reply seem trivial and probably left him even more baffled. `` Well, I guess that would be faulty, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the doorbell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably Mike. I invited him over to ascertain the Dolphins vs viridity Bay game. ``

I sighed, `` Well, we will continue this conversation later. You never did severalise me what you would do if I was n't your mother. ``

He looked into my eyes and answered, the like demand dominant tone his begetter used to use, `` Mom, do you want the truth ? ``

'' I think I can cover the trueness, '' I joked, looking nervous even as I slightly parodied my husband 's favourite movie.

He looked me directly in the eye and said, just as the bell rang a mo time, `` If you were n't my mother, I 'd make you my three yap cum pail. ``

He then walked away, as my pussy gushed into my panties.

I headed to my way needing to dress a minuscule less slutty for my son 's friend, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of Dec, four daytime before Christmas, when I came up with my adjacent gamey thought. Cody was at the ironware computer memory where he worked in the summer. And during the holiday

I unwrapped all the candy canes, and began fucking myself with each one for a good moment or two each, when the buzzer rang.

I sighed, still having three to go and getting quite horny doing it.

I went to the doorway and was not overly surprised to see Jemma standing at my door.

Instantly, I knew what I was going to do.

I opened the room access, smiled, and greeted, `` Well, if it is n't the anal cum bucket. ``

'' May I please fall in ? '' she asked, so much more unsure than her common smug self.

'' My son is n't here, '' I said, making her wait longer.

'' I came to see you, Elizabeth, '' she explained.

'' Oh, well come on in, then, '' I offered.

She walked in and I asked, `` Have you had breakfast yet ? ``

'' Yes, '' she answered.

'' Are you still hungry ? '' I asked, as I led her to the kitchen.

'' A piffling, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

I returned to the kitchen table where I was sitting, spread my branch and ordered, `` In that case, come up and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth I ! '' she gasped, surprised.

'' Ass slut, '' I retorted back sarcastically.

'' I came to let the cat out of the bag, '' she continued, grimacing at the gens calling.

'' You can talk once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my fingers and pointing to my feast legs and wet pussy.

'' Please, Elizabeth, '' she pleaded, looking so uncomfortable. I was enjoying this immensely.

'' beggary, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the former evening too, if I recall. ``

'' I 'm so meritless, '' she apologized.

'' For what ? '' I asked, before adding, `` for fucking my son, for being his, what did you call yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your girl 's boyfriend or for taking my son 's dick up your ass in my home ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

'' And what are you bequeath to do for my pardon ? '' I questioned.

'' It wo n't fall out again, '' she said.

'' Really ? '' I asked. `` You sounded pretty much in love with my son 's cock. ``

'' I lost my way, '' she explained.

'' I 'll assist you recover it, '' I replied, as I snapped my fingers and pointed to my cunt.

'' I 'm not a lesbian, '' she said.

'' Oh, I know, '' I laughed. `` You 're a strumpet. And hussy who cheat on their married man with their girl 's boyfriend should love when they are being blackmailed. ``

'' Elizabeth, please, '' she pleaded again.

'' This is getting old, ass jade, '' I sighed. `` Get the fuck over here and eat my cunt or I tell your husband and daughter how big a whore you are. ``

'' Are you blackmailing me ? '' she asked, which was idiotic, of course I was blackmailing her.

'' predict it what you want, beef, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at well as munching cunt as you are at sucking hammer. ``

'' If I do this, will you not say anything ? '' she asked.

'' If you obey like a good loose woman and serve me as I wish, then yes, '' I nodded, having no real intention of letting out her secret. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

'' Okay, '' she nodded, moving to me. `` But I think this is so wrong. ``

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your daughter 's boyfriend, in another woman 's home, while your husband is asleep at family wrong too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneeling in front line of me.

She sighed, as she stared at my pussy, `` Yes, it is. ``

'' Get licking, loose woman, '' I ordered, grabbing her oral sex and shoving it between my legs and into my wet pussy.

I held her read/write head there for a few endorsement until I felt her tongue start licking.

'' goodness, slovenly woman, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the great power. I was undoubtedly a submissive to men, but I could definitely be a rife to a woman.

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the tongue tanning as I closed my eyes and imagined Cody 's finis language yesterday ... 'If you were n't my female parent, I 'd take in you my three gob cum bucket .'

I was surefooted that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum pail, he would likely use up me. If any of the incest report I read were true or any of the assembly I read, about boys fantasize about fucking their female parent. We are their first passion, their first base luxuria and their start masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his slut, my orgasm built quickly and I came on the gripe 's case. Once done, I said, `` You may exit now. ``

Still on her knees, her face coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to observe it a privy ? ``

Deciding I wanted to think back this moment forever, I grabbed my earphone and said, `` Do n't move, fornicatress. ``

She went to protest, but I had already taken the picture.

'' You look super slutty with snatch juice all over your face, '' I smiled.

She got up and repeated, now pissed, `` So you 'll keep it a underground. ``

'' Of course, '' I nodded, before adding, `` although I expect you to be at my beck and Call. ``

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of course, '' I said, `` it 's commodity to give a snatch muncher across the street. ``

'' I 'm not a cunt muncher, '' she said, trying to be dignified, which was uproarious considering her face was coated in my cum.

'' You just munched cunt, '' I pointed out. `` that makes you a puss muncher. ``

'' You made me, '' she countered.

'' Semantics, '' I shrugged. `` You still did it. ``

'' Whatever, '' she sighed, `` as long as you wo n't tell my married man or daughter. ``

'' Your secret is safe with me, '' I said.

She left. I finished coating the candy canes with my pussy juice and put them on the tree.

I decided to go to Buffalo Bill 's room and check what sort of smut he watched. All boy, all men, have porn on their computers ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop and went to his web browser chronicle and smiled. He was on the same site I often used ... Literotica.

The live on story he had pulled up was not only one I had read before, but one that implied he was thinking of me the way I wanted him to .''' Pet mum '' : Becoming a Mommy Slut'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at other floor he had searched. They were all son and girl incest stories other than one called `` mamma Make Good favorite '' which was actually a lesbian incest level ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest searches were from yesterday. Earlier browser chronicle was more gangbang stories, anal stories, etc. He also had hundred of photo of cleaning lady in nylons, almost all without cad on ( he indeed had the same fetish as his beginner ... nylon stocking, but particularly nylon invertebrate foot ). He also had ton of videos, again almost all of them with adult female in stockings : gangbang, couples, Lesbian, etc, but always in nylons.

I smiled as I obviously had triggered exactly what I had wanted to in him ... the estimation of fucking his mother.

I then noticed a picture downloaded live on night. It was called Cory Chase in female parent Mouthfuls. I had to snap on it. The mother sucked his putz, took it in her pussy and her ass before taking a thickheaded load mostly in her mouth and on her chin.

I wanted to be that Mom. I wanted to be a Mommy-slut. I wanted a mouthful of my son 's cum.

I came a second time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some shoemaker's last infinitesimal Christmas shopping, including a stop at an adult store for some new toys.

That night, he came home right at supper prison term and I was again in second joint senior high stockings and a red attire that barely hid them.

William Frederick Cody asked, as he checked me out slyly ( or so he thought ), `` Why are you so dressed up, Mom ? ``

'' I like to look good, '' I said. `` Is that okey ? ``

'' Of course, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very good, Mom. ``

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your female parent, '' I said, fishing for More compliment, as I brought a plate to him.

'' Trust me, Mom, '' he said, glancing down at my stocking-clad feet. `` I 'm not saying it because you 're my mom. ``

'' You really think I 'm pretty ? '' I asked, as I moved away far enough to give him a chance to gibe out my entire body.

'' Mom, you 're hot. A MILF, '' he said, checking me out very unlike what a son should do.

Although I knew what a MILF was, I asked all innocently, `` What 's a MILF ? ``

'' A Mom I 'd Like to Fuck, '' he answered.

'' Oh ! '' I said, acting surprised, again in wide actress mode.

'' All my friends want to get laid you, '' he continued.

'' No way, '' I said, actually surprised by this.

'' All throughout high school day that was all I heard, '' he continued, `` how hot my mom was. ``

'' fountainhead, I guess it 's proficient than having an ugly female parent, '' I joked, as I went to the table with my home plate and sat down.

He laughed, `` I guess. ``

I asked about his day. He asked about mine. We kept the conversation generic.

He told me he was going out with Brittany tonight just as dinner was finished.

I could n't help it, I felt envious. I asked, `` Do you plan to bring her back home tonight and fuck her ass again ? ``

He was surprised by my question.

'' You can if you wish, '' I continued. `` This is your house too, and you are the man of the house. You should be able to fuck who you want, when you want. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked, still in surprised mode.

I could n't state if he could differentiate that I was offering myself to him or not. My innuendo was getting less and less subtle.

'' Yes, '' I nodded, standing up. `` You 're 18. You 're an adult. ``

'' Um, OK, '' he nodded.

I decided to push the boundaries even more. `` And as man of the house, I 'm expecting you to man up more around the house. ``

'' Yes, Mom, '' he nodded, taking it as helping around the sign more, when I meant fucking the char of the planetary house 's three make out holes.

'' Good that 's clear, '' I said, before adding, `` and palpate free to bang her in your room. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

'' Yes, I may not be getting any, but at least I can live vicariously through your ass slut girlfriend, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll pretend you are your Father-God and I am the jade. ``

'' I ca n't trust we are having this conversation, '' he said, again looking at my nylon clad legs and feet.

'' I 've been holding this in for years, '' I explained. `` Adult talk. But hearing what I heard the other night woke up my sleeping kitty. ``

'' Oh my God ! '' he said, standing up.

'' Is n't that what Bretagne screamed as you reamed her ass ? '' I teased.

Suddenly he quipped, apparently wanting me to know he was well equipped, `` All the slovenly woman I fuck scream that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its great to be capable to talk so frankly with you, honey. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his hard cock poking my leg.

'' Oh my, apparently you 're already ready for your particular date, '' I said.

His trust oozing, obviously realizing he was relieve to say whatever he wanted, `` I 'm always fix, Mom. Always. ``

'' Oh, to bear my own eighteen class old, '' I sighed dramatically.

He laughed, `` I have a few buddies who would eagerly carry out that role. ``

'' Are you offering to whore out your mother ? '' I teased.

'' God, no, '' he said. `` I would n't let any of them touch you. ``

I put my hand on his arm and said, `` Oh, I have my own knight in shining armour. ``

He laughed, `` trusted, Mom. But I need to get ready, Brittany will be here any minute now. ``

'' Okay, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you design to bring her back habitation tonight ? ``

'' Weirdest conversation ever, Mom, '' he said, shaking his forefront as he left the room.

Brittany arrived a few minutes later in a plaid skirt, taut blouse and ovalbumin silk stocking. I smiled, he obviously made his adult female wear nylons for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the cheek, `` Do n't wait up, Mom. ``

I joked to both of them, `` Do n't do anything I would n't do. ``

Once they were gone, I went to my room and pulled out the new plaything I had bought that day. One was an eight inch wall cock. I was hoping to have his entire dick in me soon and I wanted to get my long ignore holes set up for the biggest cock ever to fill me.

I put the suction cup on the wall after lubing it up, pulled up my dress, tugged off my thong, and got on all fours. I moved behind it and had it section way in, riding it slowly, getting used to it in me, when I heard Cory 's voice. `` Mom ! ``

I looked up and Cory was at my open door.

Not embarrassed, I shrugged, not stopping fucking myself, as I moaned, `` Sorry, honey, but our conversation got me pretty horny and this cock is a lot easier than dating. ``

'' I forgot my billfold, '' he explained, still watching me. Since I was wearing a frock, all he saw was me riding a cock.

'' okay, '' I moaned, before adding, `` could you please come together the door. ``

'' Yes, of course of action, '' he said, pulling out of the lustful trance he was in.

'' Have fun tonight, '' I called out once the door was closed, a big smile on my face at the inadvertent act of voyeurism.

'' You too, '' he called back.

So horny now, I began bouncing back on the big cock, taking all eight inches inside my fevered pussy. I closed my eyes and imagined that instead of leaving, he walked over and shoved his cock in my mouth.

Of line, I came quickly and kept riding the cock to multiple orgasms.

Interestingly enough, he did n't convey her household that Nox, or if he did he used the garage.

... ..

Tues and Wednesday were loony daylight as I went to drop some sentence with my mother, who lived a couple hours away. She would be coming over for Christmas supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a couple of days helping her wrap presents, bake and so forth.

The entire time, all I thought about was my son.

I got back Thursday good afternoon, and the first thing I did was shave and exhibitioner. The s thing I did was put a butt quid in my ass. The third thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussy. The fourth matter I did was text edition Cody.

When are you going to be home ? I have an early Christmastime nowadays for you.

He texted back a few hour later.

About an 60 minutes. I have a Christmas present tense for you too.

I had no idea if his present was anything inappropriate, but I hoped so.

I typed back :

Cum home soon.

I then texted back, explaining my spelling of cum, which I had done on aim :

Sorry, stupefied automobile correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh high stockings, a flip-flop to keep the cud in my ass and the egg, set on low speed, in my cunt, and a sheer dim teddy, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two candy canes left.

I could n't facilitate it, I texted him back, likely giving away everything before he even got base :

Did you enjoy the new flavoured candy canes ?

He texted back :

They were very addicting.

I smiled. He knew. I did n't respond though. I went and put the remote control for the egg on the ledge where he would walk in with a big note :

Present 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen, pulled out a cluster of sex coupons I made and put them into one of my thigh high gear stockings and hung it up on the table so he could n't miss it.

The coupons included :

1 coupon for a gravelly face shag of your female parent

1 voucher for a battle of Marathon roll in the hay of your mom

1 voucher for a loaded ass to fuck

1 coupon to surface your Mommy 's face with cum

1 voucher to fix a load in your Mom 's warm up mouth

1 coupon to use a pair of handcuffs

1 voucher for a nylon-clad substructure job

1 coupon for a pegging from your mother 's strap-on ( if you are into that short of matter ... your Daddy was )

1 coupon to have your mother and the cunt Mrs. youth in a 69

1 coupon for a puff job while you drive

1 voucher for a three fix marathon night with your long neglected mother

1 coupon for a Bath with your mommy

1 coupon for a tit fucking

1 voucher for a clenched fist fucking of your mother 's cunt

nowadays 2 !

A clustering of coupons to use as you wish in our very own 12 daytime of Fuck-mas.

Now, come to the living room.

I then went to the bread and butter way, and began the very unmanageable task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to facilitate, but I was n't unforced to sustain her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my legs and waistline, leaving my stocking-clad feet afford. I wrapped my upper soundbox as topper I could. I put tinsel on my head, so much I could n't see a affair, and waited.

prediction coursed through me.

The egg teased me relentlessly.

Then the door opened ... and closed.

I heard him take the air into the kitchen. I suddenly felt the trembling get faster.

A duet of excruciating minute later, where I had no theme how he was going to respond ( the yearner he took, the more anxiety I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` holy place crap, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

'' This is the estimable confront ever, '' he said, as he got closer to me. `` Although the wrapping job want work. ``

'' You try wrapping yourself, '' I protested.

'' carnival enough, '' he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, `` The coupons were an interesting touch. ``

'' I expect you to use every one, '' I said, my mother tincture in effect.

'' Even the pegging one ? '' he asked.

'' I 'd lie with to do it that sozzled ass off yours, babe, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

'' Yes, Master, '' I answered, giving myself to him completely.

My consistency shivered as I felt him rip off the wrap that covered my tits.

A chill went up my sticker as his hands cupped my knocker. `` Are these mine now, Mom ? ``

'' Yes, Master, every region of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot breath and then his backtalk on my mammilla. `` Ooooooh. ``

'' I 've imagined this for a tenacious time, '' he said, as he bit my nipple.

'' You have ? '' I asked, surprised as his browser history did not grant me that impression.

'' Of course, '' he said, going to the other nipple. `` Who do you recollect is to blame for my nylon fetish ? ``

'' Me ? '' I responded in the conformation of a question.

'' Of course, you have worn them every day of my sprightliness and paraded around, teasing me relentlessly, '' he continued.

I protested, while revealing the truth, `` I only started purposely teasing you when I caught you dominating that bitch Jemma. ``

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

'' How so ? '' I moaned, as he tugged hard on my nipple.

'' It was like an all-night gross 180 crook around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't penetrate how hearing me screw who you said was Brittany would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my rooster is hard to resist. ``

'' I could n't even waitress until Yuletide to get my represent, '' I purred, reaching for it.

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my hand reaching for his cock, his already stiff cock, in his jeans.

We kissed not as mother and son, but as two horny lovers.

break the kiss, he asked, `` You sure about this ? ``

I smiled, as I unbuckled his belt, pulled down his denim and underdrawers, `` Son, I have never wanted anything more in my life. ``

'' Oh, God, '' he groaned, as I stroked his perfective penis.

'' May I suck your big tool, son ? '' I asked, looking up at him.

He handed me the voucher for swallowing a load.

'' Mmmmmmmm, a good start, '' I purred, taking the coupon, tossing it on the floor and taking his cock in my mouth.

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to make love to his cock, I was going to suck it like a cum thirsty strumpet ... like a submissive slave.

I bobbed furiously, trying to get used to having a cock in my mouth again ... determined to get it all in my mouth.

'' Who needs Jemma, '' he groaned, after a couple of minutes. `` I have my own live-in cum pail. ``

I moaned on his dick in reaction, as I desperately wanted that initiative load.

'' use up it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his hips to fill my forward bobs.

And I did. I took his entire nine inch stopcock in my mouth. I gagged briefly, but recovered quickly.

'' Oh yes, Mom, this will be a unconstipated thing from now on, '' he groaned.

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

'' Yes, Mom, '' he grunted, and spewed his lading in my rima oris. I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, remembering how a great deal I loved the feel of cum sliding down my throat.

When he was done using me as his cum bucketful, he pulled out and said, `` Get on the couch. ``

'' Yes, passkey, '' I purred, crawling to the couch.

He said, `` There was n't a voucher to munch that pussy. ``

'' I did n't screw if you liked doing that, your father did n't, '' I answered.

'' wellspring, that is just incorrectly, '' he said, as he dropped to his genu in front of me.

'' Do you want to eat mamma 's cunt ? '' I asked.

He did n't do with words, but instead by actions as he buried his human face in my cunt.

'' Ohhhhh, '' I moaned, as his tongue went to work on. The tongue, mixed with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and ready to erupt in a couple of minutes.

'' Yes, baby, suck Mommy 's button, make Mommy cum, '' I moaned, as I put my hand in his hair.

He demanded, `` seed for me, Mommy-slut. ``

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my legs, the phantasy becoming reality. `` Do n't block up. Yes, yes, mommy 's coming, yes, yes, yes ! ``

And my cum flooded out onto my son 's rima oris and face.

He kept licking, seeming to savour my cum as much as I had savoured his.

Once my coming was done, I demanded, `` Use another coupon. ``

'' So many to choose from, '' he smiled. He then surprised me, by handing me the one I least expected.

'' Are you serious ? '' I asked.

'' I need some intellectual nourishment if this is going to be the Marathon evening I think we both want it to be, '' he said.

'' Oh, I want to see how many gobs you can fit in your mummy cum bucket, '' I purred.

'' Then I definitely need to eat. I mean your cunt is delicious, but it lacks the nutritionist's calorie I need, '' he joked, standing up.

'' What do you have you mind ? '' I asked.

'' Grab a blouse, go along it unbutton and then head to the garage. Do n't trouble with a skirt. ``

'' Oh my, '' I smiled, liking his kinky idea.

'' Oh Mom, this is only the beginning, '' he said, as he pulled me up.

'' It better be, '' I said, in my honorable Mom tone.

'' Hurry up, '' he ordered, `` I 'm hungry. ``

'' Me too, '' I quipped, reaching for his cock.

'' You 're unsatiable, '' he said.

'' I have to micturate up for lost metre, '' I said back.

'' Oh, we will, '' he promised, spanking my ass. `` Now go get a blouse. We ca n't give birth you raw driving around town in plain vista. ``

'' At least not above the waist, '' I smiled.

'' Of path, '' he said.

I grabbed a black blouse, put it on and headed to the garage.

Buffalo Bill Cody was already in the device driver 's seat.

I got in the passenger seat, defenseless except for thigh senior high school and an unbuttoned blouse. `` Where are you taking me, skipper ? ``

'' Swiss Chalet drive-thru, '' he answered, as he backed out of the garage.

'' I see, '' I smiled, as I fished out his cock, eager to testify how often of a slut I could be for him.

'' So, were you this subservient and slutty to Dad ? '' William Frederick Cody asked.

'' In the sleeping accommodation, yes. Or when alone, '' I admitted, as I began to stroke my son 's cock. `` But in public, many thought he was whipped. ``

'' I did, '' he laughed.

'' Perception and reality are often two different things, '' I explained, as I lowered my head onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This time I took my time. I swirled my tongue around his stocky mushroom-shaped cloud top. I created extra saliva to create a different sensation.

He groaned, `` Shit, your mouth is like magic. ``

'' All three of my holes are like magic, '' I responded.

'' I still ca n't believe this, '' he said, as my tongue slid up and down his shaft.

'' That your mother is a cock hungry slut ? '' I asked.

'' That you 're my cock athirst slut, '' he countered.

'' I 've been looking for a victor for a span of years, son. But no one came close to your beginner. But when I heard you dominating that bitch and then watched it ... I knew I had found my pure Master. ``

'' And I have been using a couple MILF 's to unhinge me from what I really wanted, '' he said. `` My own personal Mommy-slut. ``

'' Please call me your Mommy-cum-bucket, '' I asked. `` I want to be everything to you. I want to be your only if MILF. ``

'' You think you can preserve up with me ? '' he asked.

'' I 'll die trying, '' I promised, as I resumed sucking his cock.

There was no more talking for a brace of minutes until he said, `` We 're here. ``

I stopped and asked, `` Am I to keep sucking throughout the drive-thru experience, Master ? ``

'' Yes, Mommy cum-bucket, '' he answered.

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll order a family pack. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit scores in your two remaining jam. ``

I moaned on his cock, the idea of getting fucked, especially in my ass, really turning me on.

He ordered.

And then we were at the low gear of two window. The pay window.

He rolled up slowly and a guy 's voice began, `` That will be ... um ... 18 xxv. ``

I got sucking, knowing this teen was watching the dorsum of my head go up and down.

'' Shoot, I did n't bring my wallet, '' Cody said. `` Slut, pay the man. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my mammilla and reached down into my handbag. I pulled out a twenty, leaned over so my teat were completely in the open and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` Keep the change, cutie. ``

He took the money and I returned to sucking my son 's cock.

Buffalo Bill said, as if in explanation, `` She is having an appetizer before the meal. ``

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may stimulate a heart attack. ``

I teased, `` I ca n't believe you treated me like such a slut in public. ``

'' And you loved it, '' he said.

'' Maybe, '' I replied, returning to sucking his cock as we reached the solid food window.

This sentence things got awkward.

'' Hey, Cody, '' a female voice greeted. `` How are you ... oh my God ! ``

'' Hey Kimberly, '' Cody greeted casually. `` How are you doing ? ``

'' Um, fine, '' Kimberly said, before saying, `` Apparently you are too. ``

'' She could n't wait until we got menage, '' Cody replied.

'' Yeah, okay, '' she said and handed him the food.

'' Thanks Kimberly, '' Cody said, before adding, `` Take this. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my breast now in view for a girl Cody knew.

I looked up and smiled. `` Hi, Kimberly. ``

'' Um, hi, '' she said, clearly shocked, but looking down at my son 's telling package.

Buffalo Bill Cody waited a second, allowing the daughter to really get a practiced smell at his hawkshaw, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my school of thought class. ``

'' Well, she 's cute and wants your cock, '' I smiled.

'' Want to crunch her slit ? '' Cody asked.

'' I want to do whatever you want me to do, '' I answered. After a pause, `` but I sure would n't mind some college twat to munch on. ``

'' You 're insatiable, '' he said again.

'' Years of backdown will do that to a person, '' I countered.

'' Well, it 's time to make up for lost meter, '' Cody said, as he snapped his fingers.

'' Yes, headmaster, '' I obeyed, returning to his cock, which I sucked the entire way home.

As soon as he were in the garage, we got out and he ordered, `` Bend over the car, ma cum-bucket it 's sentence for bank deposit numeral two. ``

'' Yes, professional, '' I obeyed, surprised, but more than happy to oblige.

He moved behind me and asked, `` Ready to get fucked ? ``

I quipped, wanting to sound nasty, `` Ready to become a real female parent fucker ? ``

'' Shit, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the nastiest, hottest hussy I know. ``

'' And a complete cum bucket, do n't forget, '' I moaned, as he slid his cock in me.

He laughed, `` I do n't think I 'll ever forget that. ``

He grabbed my hips and began fucking me ... hard ... deep.

'' Oh yes, sister, pound your Mommy 's disregard puss, '' I moaned.

'' It wo n't be neglected anymore, '' he said, as he slammed into me.

'' I 'll restrain you to your Word of God, '' I said back.

'' trustfulness me, '' he said, `` you will own so a great deal cum in and on you ; you will likely get queasy of it. ``

'' Never, '' I moaned, my coming building.

He fucked me for a few minutes, me coming once, before he asked, `` You want this load in your cunt, Mommy cum-bucket ? ``

'' I have three pail for you, overlord, '' I moaned, `` each eagerly wanting to be lubricated. ``

'' Here it comes, Mommy-slut, '' he grunted, and deposited his second load, in my second fix so far.

'' Two down, one to go, '' I moaned, as I milked his prick for all his sweet cum.

'' In round one, '' he said, as he kept spewing his seed deep inside me.

Pulling out, he said, `` Let 's go refuel, before we continue the Marathon. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' I said, suddenly hungry.

I followed him in, even as I felt his cum leaking out of me. I said, `` Christ, you come buckets. ``

'' That 's why I need so many kettle of fish to fill, '' he shrugged, as he opened the food.

We ate in silence as we watched the news. Me only in thigh highs and my blouse.

Once I was done, I decided to take the initiative and moved to him on the couch. I pulled his pant and underwear off, moved a toilet directly in front of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad feet to his flaccid dick and started rubbing.

'' This, '' he began, with a smile, `` is my biggest fantasy ever, ''

'' A foot job from mummy ? '' I asked, looking demure.

'' A stock up base job from mummy, '' he corrected.

'' You really are your Father-God 's son, '' I smiled, as I tried to wake up my son 's cock.

'' That I seem to be, '' he nodded, as he kept eating and allowed me to tease him. I reminisced all the sentence I had sucked my married man or given him foot jobs while he watched television, worked on his laptop or read. I even sucked him off in the bath tub and once, while quite drunk, while he was on the toilet bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the exclusively thing I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his cock until it grew. Once hard, I moved my human foot so I could collapse him a foot job, which spread my wooden leg awkwardly, presenting a very spacious loose kitty or my son to stare at.

'' This is literally the hottest thing ever, '' he groaned.

'' What, the groundwork job or my yawn pussy ? '' I asked, as I stroked his cock with my feet.

'' Both, '' he said, as he put his hands on my feet and started masturbating himself using my nylon-clad soles.

'' Your dick looks so hot wrapped in my feet, '' I purred.

'' My cock looks bang-up in your sass, and pussy too, '' he added.

'' Not my ass ? '' I questioned with a pout.

'' I have n't seen that yet, '' he pointed out.

'' Well, maybe you should love your mum 's prick, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

'' I do n't love, '' he joked. `` This is feeling pretty good. ``

'' Fuck mom 's tight dump hole now, '' I demanded.

'' Fine, '' he sighed, all dramatically, `` If I have to. ``

'' You do, '' I said.

'' But you are doing all the work, '' he said.

'' Sounds like common, '' I smirked, as he let go of my feet.

I grabbed the lube I had left near the television stand and asked, `` How do you want me ? ``

'' Riding my cock, '' he answered.

'' Oh, I see, '' I smiled, `` you really have in mind I would be doing all the work. ``

'' Yep, '' he nodded, as I came to him and poured lubricate all over his firmly cock.

'' Such a dirty boy, '' I purred, as I stroked his lubed cock.

'' Such a dirty slut, '' he countered, as he grabbed the lubricating substance, turned me around and poured lubricator on my ass buttock. He then slid a finger inside my ass.

'' Oh, you bad boy, '' I moaned.

'' Want to make sure your ass is set up for my cock, '' he said.

'' I was born set, '' I replied, as he added a second finger.

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a couple of minutes. Pulling his fingerbreadth out, he ordered, `` Now turn on my prick, mammy cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to have got a material stopcock in my ass for the first time in old age. I backed up, straddled him slowly, facing him, wanting to look at him as we fucked.

I put my hired hand on his chest for proportionality and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as undecomposed a shape as I used to be, so it was more uneasy, but soon I was lowering my asshole on his cock.

'' You look so hot, Mom, '' he said, watching me lower myself on his square sword.

'' I want to be your hot three-hole mom cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass widening for his thick cock. A slim burn mark that I knew was temporary hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his entire nine in turncock buried deep in me.

'' Wow, that was impressive, '' he said.

'' As is your stopcock, '' I said, trying to get used to having something so vast in my ass.

'' I know, '' he smiled, then surprised me by bucking his ass up quickly, his cock reaching new never explored depth in my asshole.

'' Oh my God, '' I screamed, a potpourri of delight and pain coursing through me.

'' You like that, Mommy cum-bucket ? '' he asked, as he allowed me to return on his lap.

'' Fuck, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing hurting still burning, even as a charge of epinephrine at being used hit my very being.

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

'' Yes, Master, '' I nodded, as I slowly began moving up and down on his cock.

'' Oh yeah, ass strumpet, ride my cock, '' he groaned.

I moaned. `` Did you ever fantasize this ? ``

'' What ? '' he asked, making me say it.

'' Having your mother ride your cock like some cheap slut as a Christmas present ? '' I asked.

'' I 've fantasized it lots, '' he admitted, `` but never thought it would happen. ``

After a moment, he added, `` It is the best Christmas present ever. ``

I moaned, `` I could n't agree more. ``

As I got used to having his tool in my ass, I began riding faster and faster, eventually bouncing on his cock, taking it as deep in my ass as humanly possible. The pleasance overwhelmed the pain in the neck and I was in heaven.

'' God, Mom, this feel amazing, '' he groaned.

'' It 's heaven on earth, '' I replied, riding his shaft like I was on a bucking horse.

Suddenly, he lifted me up, keeping his cock deep in me, turned around, put me on the couch and took ascendance of the ass fucking.

'' Oh yes, baby, ass shag mom. Pound her shit cakehole with your monumental hammering, '' I babbled, my orgasm building.

'' One close bucketful to satiate, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in Mommy 's whoreson, '' I begged, as I moved my hand to my fevered pussy. `` Shoot your cum up my shit hole. ``

'' Oh, God, shtup, '' he said, a few hard strokes later as he spewed his third consignment of the day in my tierce hole.

'' Yes, baby. '' I moaned, rubbing my button furiously as I felt my arsehole filled with cum.

'' semen now, '' he ordered, as he kept coming in me.

'' send for me names, '' I moaned, so close.

'' You like that, do n't you ? '' he said.

'' Yes, Master, '' I admitted, as I began bouncing back on his cock, wanting it as recondite as possible inside me.

'' Come now, Mommy cum-bucket, ass slut, slave, three gob incestuous harlot, slavish Mommy-slut, son fucker, '' he listed off, until I erupted.

'' Yessss, female parent fucker ! '' I screamed as another sexual climax hit me.

He fucked me for another moment of my climax, before pulling out as we both founder side by incline, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a strange calmness after the recent intensity level warmed me.

He was my Master, I was his cum bucket.

But, he was also my son and I his mother.

Somehow we had combined the just of both worlds together.

He whispered, `` I love you, Mom. ``

'' I love you too, son, '' I said, with a smiling to myself.

'' Merry Christmas, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a severe smile on my typeface, and added, `` delay until New yr 's Eve. ''