Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum Bucket

I have wanted to fuck my son for a piece, ever since he graduated high 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 puddle that I noticed that my son had turned into a man.

In fact, my son had grown into a very good-looking man, a practical replica of his deceased father ( who died serving his land two geezerhood ago ).

I did n't only want to fuck my son, no, I wanted to be his submissive piece of ass toy.

When I first had these feelings, I went online. low gear I read a lot of erotic fib of mommy seducing Word, of son seducing mummy or, even better, Son dominating mummy. I am completely subservient, always have been, and all my phantasy have always revolved around thoroughgoing submission.

The more I read, the more than scheme 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 merely one.

It took some doing, but I also found site that had cleaning woman talking frankly, and although I did n't join, I read the many comment and was both surprised and excited to hear that incest was much more coarse than one would assume.

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

Then one fateful early break of day, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up telephone call triggered the shift from illusion to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hallway to the lavatory when I heard my son question, rather loudly, `` gear up to suck my cock, slut ? ``

Hearing my son 's voice, sounding like his male parent 's, and saying speech similar to what his Padre would say to me back when he was alive had me freeze in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth ? '' A vocalisation questioned ... a vox I recognized instantly. It was Mrs. youth, his girlfriend 's mother and a complete bitch who lived across the street from me.

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

'' I needed your big prick 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 pocket-size dicked hubby satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his phonation so firm and authoritative.

'' You know his tiny dick ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the husband she always raved about at our each week cleaning woman 's night.

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

I could n't believe Mrs Goody-Goody, Mrs. chit-chat queen mole rat, 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 long 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 real man, with a genuine cock. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my house, and on your knee eager to take up my dick with my mom in the side by side room ? '' He questioned, loving to mortify ... just like his Father of the Church ... always pushing the submissive to the extremes of submission.

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

'' I ca n't stand firm 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 complete slut.

I could n't help but simper. The most pretentious woman in our neighbourhood. A mother of two, school principal of the community of interests council and choir leader at church service was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

'' To go down on your hammer, get fucked like the dirty whore I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenage slut or a porno star than a happily married female parent of two.

Just as I peeked in the undefended crevice accidentally left open for me, I heard the slobbering sounds of rough human face 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 aspect at an almost bare Jemma Loretta Young, in nothing but thigh highschool stockings, and her face full of cock.

Seeing the thigh highs surprised me for a pair of reasons.

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

Two : my husband had a nylon fetish and made me hold out thigh highs, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past two years since his tragical death.

Did my son have the same voodoo ?

Then he pulled his shaft out of her mouth.

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

My eyes went big.

My pussy got damper.

His hawkshaw was immense. Long and thick.

My mouth watered, as all my later night incest fantasies became more authentic.

I wanted that cock in my mouth, in my cobwebbed slit and in my hanker block ass.

I wanted to be on my knee in front man of that brilliant 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 stimulate just tasted her daughter 's pussy juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly good mommy was a cum bucketful for her beau ? '' He asked.

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

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

'' Yes, superior, '' she said, as she scurried on the bed like a fornicatress in heat.

sense of hearing the word 'Master'again shocked me. A term that was plebeian between my husband and me in the confines of our chamber. In world no one would know he was superior and I submissive. He got teased by his buddies and mob that he was whipped, as I was pretty confident, seemingly feminist, in public. But once the chamber door closed, the women's liberationist disappeared and a wanton shaft slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

'' As always, master copy, '' she replied like the slavish 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.

'' well, '' he said, as he moved behind her and slammed his stopcock deep in her ass in one punishing thrust.

'' Ohhhhh, piece of ass, '' she screamed and then covered her mouth.

'' You 're going to wake up my mother, ass hussy, '' 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 roll in the hay and to prevent it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the tie cum bucket sneaking into a neighbor 's theater to get ass fucked by her girl 's beau while her husband and minor are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to cue the bitch just how big a whore she was.

'' I got to bear that big rooster 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 arcminute 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 hollow tonight, slut ? ``

'' I want to swallow 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 cock that was buried deep in her asshole back in her lip ... that was something I had never done.

My married man came in my ass, on my ass, on my bosom, but mostly he loved coating my face. I remember him saying how much of a turn on it was to see a Sweet kindergarten teacher with her facial expression coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the dirtiest adulteress ever suck a cock that was just in their shit hole. ``

She moaned on his peter as she impressively took the entire massive rod in her back talk. She looked like a porno genius. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit hole'which somehow made it awful and hotter.

I wanted to be that porn star ; I wanted to be sucking that made for smut cock.

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

She did n't slow up down, apparently a rather telling cock sucker, as he obviously deposited his lading down her throat.

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

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

'Nine inches'I thought to myself, that 's a good two inches with child than his father 's impressive cock.

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

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

'' Well, your daughter is a two hole cum bucket and you are a three hole cum bucketful, '' he said.

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

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

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

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

I hurried to my room, my want to pee replaced with my motive to come.

I grabbed my rabbit from the incline board, turned it on high up and on my favorite heartbeat, pulled my pajama and panties down and skid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was my son 's fornicatress. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his cock slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his dick gaping my son of a bitch ; I imagined being his categoric screw 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 Dec and I had decided his Christmas present was going to be a live-in cum bucket ... me !

I also wanted to test a few supposal. The foremost being if he had a stock hoodoo like his father. 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 up just from that and often did. He loved watching summercater while I gave him long nylon-clad foot business. In these scenarios he either came on my human foot and had me lick the cum off my feet ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would have me finish him with my mouth before usually coating my nerve with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to have me go along his cum on my face.

That made me hark back our honeymoon, when he shot his load all over my case in the hotel before dinner party and had me save it on me while we went out for dinner. He then shot a s load on me in the bathroom of the restaurant before we went out saltation. A final exam load was shot back in the hotel room and I answered the door for way service in intimate apparel and a cheek 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 first light, well early Saturday afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my robe, but with thigh high gear stockings. I was pretending to read the newsprint, my stocking-clad animal foot up on the table, the robe riding up highschool enough that he could definitely see the top of my lace top stockings.

Cody walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. There was no doubt he was staring at my legs. I pretended I did n't notice he was there as I feigned reading the newspaper. I even began to slowly move my left field foot over my right leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't move. I wished I could have seen his nerve, but I wanted to act as innocent as possible. I wanted to start the tease. I wanted him to get the idea that his mother was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly plant the come that his mother would make a groovy 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last recollective, maybe thirty seconds, before I decided the ribbing was enough and moved the paper down and, being an actress in high school went into full actress mode, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't hear you come down the stairs. ``

'' morning time, Mom, '' he said, breaking his eye contact from my leg 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 typeface went blanched. `` You did ? ``

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

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

'' I mean, '' I said, standing up and walking directly in movement of him, noticing the put up rooster thrusting at his workout suit, `` you 're xviii and an adult so I understand you have needs and I 'm sure as shooting you and Breiz are fucking like bunnies, but your female parent has n't gotten any for two years and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how retentive 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 toilet, got out of my second joint high school, into the shower bath and used the shower nous for a different purpose as I imagined dropping to my genu, pulling out his pixilated stopcock and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my chief and fucking my face.

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

I imagined him making me beg him to ream my take a crap hole.

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

I was n't ready yet to commit the ultimate taboo, I had to have a go at it he wanted it too. But, a plan was beginning to form in my mind.

I was going to give him the greatest Yule lay out ever ... ME.

... ..

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

I wondered if she was wearing second joint highs under her very buttoned-down clothes ... like I was.

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

When Christian 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 grinning disappeared instantly as her face went white.

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

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

'' We 'll blab out more, later, '' I promised, not surely how I planned to play this with her.

When I got home from 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 unmake the buckle ? Mom 's back is killing her. ``

'' Um, for certain, '' he said, glancing to my leg and the top of my lacing 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 modest buckle.

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

'' Of course of action, 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 protracted expression at my fully 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 pes fetich freak like his father.

decision making to press it further, I asked, `` My feet are killing me from wearing these hound. Would you be unforced to give your old bag of a mother a foot massage ? ``

'' sure as shooting, '' he nodded, before adding, `` and you 're hardly old, Mom. ``

'' Thanks dearest, '' I said, `` but I feel antediluvian. ``

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

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

He groaned, but covered well, as I felt his cock flinch under my bounder, `` But you have to at to the lowest degree try. ``

As he took my lead foot in his workforce, I said, `` Just the thought of it exhausts me. Plus, any man I dated I would compare to your father. He was one of a kind. ``

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

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

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just Friend with benefits ? '' I asked, a terminus I had learned recently.

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

'' I could use a friend with welfare situation, '' I sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Listening to you lie with your girlfriend woke up my sleeping, '' I paused for the aright word pick and spectacular effect, `` kitty. ``

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my metrical foot 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 deliver. ``

Hinting at what I really wanted, I said, my foot ever so subtlety pushing down on his iron knockout cock stuck in his pants, `` 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 relocation was on purpose. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

I continued, `` Now that you 're eighteen and an grownup, I do need you to be the one in flush here sometimes. ``

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

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

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

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

He actually laughed.

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

'' I have never heard you swear before this preceding couple of daylight former than 'shit'a couple of times, '' he said.

'' well, hearing you treat Bretagne like a complete working girl made me agnize something, '' I said, letting my Logos linger as I did n't eat up the sentence.

'' What did it make you realize, Mom ? '' he asked, glancing down at my feet.

'' No, I 've said more than than I meant to, '' I said, starting to walk away.

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

The way he said'I am the man of the house'made my twat chill. He sounded exactly like his father.

'' It 's just, '' I began, trying to look shy and spooky, a suggestion at my submissive side.

'' Just differentiate me, '' he ordered.

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

'' When ? '' he asked, confused.

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

'' Oh, '' he said.

I continued, `` Your Father of the Church was very demanding in the bedroom. I even still obey him now. ``

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

I did n't plan to let him have sex this yet, but I figured what the heck. `` I still wear rayons for him every day. ``

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

'' Your Church 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 endeavor to seduce him admit ascendence of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't want you to call up less of me, Cody, '' I said, looking nervous and embarrassed. My old age of acting in drama productions were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, nothing you say can realise me mean less of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' fountainhead, its, just, um, your father was my Master, '' I blurted out.

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

'' And although neither you or anyone else saw it in our day to day lives, except that I always wore thigh highs or a supporter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my Conservative teacher attire, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial table, `` in the bedroom he was the Master and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to stack daze onto shock, I added, `` So learn you be dominant to Bretagne, calling her names and pounding her asshole, or what did you bid it ? hoot hole ? Well, that brought back memories of your father using me as his three trap, his three hollow, um ... ''

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

'' His three hole cum pail, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my promontory in my bridge player ... attempting to win an Oscar for outdo operation in an incest seduction.

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

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

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

'' You could n't ? '' I asked. `` Am I too repulsive to see as someone shtup worthy ? ``

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

This prison term he stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' Do you substantiate what you just secernate me ? '' he asked, his bridge player still on my leg.

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

'' You just told me to process you like I do my screwing toy, '' he said back.

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my next countersign made my response seem lilliputian and probably left him even more baffled. `` well, I guess that would be wrong, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the buzzer rang. `` Shoot, that is probably Mike. I invited him over to watch the Dolphins vs Green Bay plot. ``

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

He looked into my eyes and answered, the same exact dominant tone his Fatherhood used to use, `` Mom, do you want the truth ? ``

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

He looked me directly in the eye and said, just as the buzzer rang a indorsement time, `` If you were n't my mother, I 'd take a crap you my three kettle of fish cum pail. ``

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

I headed to my room needing to dress a trivial lupus erythematosus slutty for my son 's champion, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of Dec, four daylight before Christmastide, when I came up with my next naughty estimation. Cody was at the hardware store where he worked in the summer. And during the holidays

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

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

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

Instantly, I knew what I was going to do.

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

'' May I please come in ? '' she asked, so much more than timid than her usual 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 minuscule, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

I returned to the kitchen tabular array where I was sitting, spread my pegleg and ordered, `` In that case, come and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth ! '' she gasped, surprised.

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

'' I came to talk, '' she continued, grimacing at the gens calling.

'' You can spill the beans once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my fingerbreadth and pointing to my spread legs and wet pussy.

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

'' Begging, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the other even too, if I recall. ``

'' I 'm so blue, '' 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 young man or for taking my son 's dick up your ass in my domicile ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

'' And what are you will to do for my forgiveness ? '' I questioned.

'' It wo n't happen again, '' she said.

'' Really ? '' I asked. `` You sounded pretty a great deal in love life with my son 's cock. ``

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

'' I 'll serve you find it, '' I replied, as I snapped my finger's breadth and pointed to my cunt.

'' I 'm not a gay woman, '' she said.

'' Oh, I know, '' I laughed. `` You 're a slut. And sluts who cheat on their husband with their girl 's fellow should cognize when they are being blackmailed. ``

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

'' This is getting old, ass slut, '' I sighed. `` Get the fuck over here and eat my puss or I tell your married man and daughter how big a prostitute you are. ``

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

'' anticipate it what you want, cunt, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at good as munching cunt as you are at sucking dick. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Get defeat, slut, '' I ordered, grabbing her straits and shoving it between my leg and into my wet pussy.

I held her pass there for a few seconds until I felt her lingua start licking.

'' Good, loose woman, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the power. I was undoubtedly a submissive to men, but I could definitely be a predominant to a woman.

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the lingua lashing as I closed my eyes and imagined Cody 's hold out password yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd make you my three hole cum bucket .'

I was confident that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum bucket, he would likely take away me. If any of the incest stories I read were true or any of the meeting place I read, virtually boys fantasize about fucking their mothers. We are their first loves, their first lustfulness and their first masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his loose woman, my orgasm built quickly and I came on the bitch 's nerve. Once done, I said, `` You may leave now. ``

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

Deciding I wanted to think this moment forever, I grabbed my sound and said, `` Do n't propel, slut. ``

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

'' You look super slutty with pussy succus all over your face, '' I smiled.

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

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

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of grade, '' I said, `` it 's good to throw a cunt muncher across the street. ``

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

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

'' You made me, '' she countered.

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

'' Whatever, '' she sighed, `` as long as you wo n't evidence my husband or daughter. ``

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

She left. I finished coating the confect canes with my snatch succus and put them on the tree.

I decided to go to Cody 's elbow room and check what kind of porn he watched. All son, all men, have porn on their computer ... including Reverends.

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

The live on history 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 Mommy '' : Becoming a Mommy strumpet'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at other stories he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories other than one called `` momma Make Good Pets '' which was actually a lesbian incest story ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest search were from yesterday. Earlier browser story was more gangbang stories, anal retentive storey, etc. He also had hundreds of photograph of women in silk stocking, almost all without hound on ( he indeed had the like voodoo as his father ... nylons, but particularly nylon feet ). He also had tons of TV, again almost all of them with cleaning lady in stockings : gangbang, couples, lesbians, etc, but always in nylons.

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

I then noticed a video downloaded last night. It was called Cory Chase in Mother Mouthfuls. I had to click on it. The mother sucked his cock, took it in her pussy and her ass before taking a thick 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 taste of my son 's cum.

I came a second time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some lastly minute Christmas shopping, including a stop at an adult depot for some new toys.

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

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

'' I like to look commodity, '' I said. `` Is that okay ? ``

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

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your mother, '' I said, fishing for more compliments, as I brought a collection 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 prospect to check 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 full actress mode.

'' All my friends want to have sex you, '' he continued.

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

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

'' Well, I guess it 's better than having an ugly mother, '' I joked, as I went to the mesa with my 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 Breiz tonight just as dinner party was finished.

I could n't help it, I felt green-eyed. I asked, `` Do you plan to add her back up 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 storm mode.

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

'' Yes, '' I nodded, standing up. `` You 're XVIII. You 're an grownup. ``

'' Um, OK, '' he nodded.

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

'' Yes, Mom, '' he nodded, taking it as helping around the family more, when I meant fucking the woman of the house 's three fuck holes.

'' good that 's clear, '' I said, before adding, `` and feel free to fuck her in your room. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

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

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll make you are your father and I am the slut. ``

'' I ca n't believe 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 former night woke up my sleeping kitty. ``

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

'' Is n't that what Brittany 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 screeching that. ``

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

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

His confidence oozing, obviously realizing he was disengage to say whatever he wanted, `` I 'm always ready, Mom. Always. ``

'' Oh, to let my own XVIII class old, '' I sighed dramatically.

He laughed, `` I have a few buddies who would eagerly fulfill 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 hired hand on his arm and said, `` Oh, I have my own knight in shining armour. ``

He laughed, `` certain, Mom. But I need to get ready, Breiz will be here any instant now. ``

'' Okay, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you plan to work her spinal column family tonight ? ``

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

Brittany arrived a few minutes later in a plaid chick, tight blouse and Stanford White silk stocking. I smiled, he obviously made his char wear nylons for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the face, `` 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 elbow room and pulled out the new toys I had bought that day. One was an eight in wall cock. I was hoping to have his entire putz in me soon and I wanted to get my long pretermit trap ready for the enceinte cock ever to fill me.

I put the suction cup on the paries after lubing it up, pulled up my wearing apparel, tugged off my thong, and got on all quatern. I moved behind it and had it part 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 unfastened door.

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

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

'' Okay, '' I moaned, before adding, `` could you please conclude the door. ``

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

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

'' You too, '' he called back.

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

Of course, I came quickly and kept riding the prick to multiple orgasms.

Interestingly enough, he did n't wreak her base that night, or if he did he used the garage.

... ..

Tues and Wednesday were dotty daytime as I went to spend some time with my female parent, who lived a pair hours away. She would be coming over for Christmas supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a duo of days helping her wrap presents, bake and so forth.

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

I got back Th afternoon, and the get-go matter I did was shaving and exhibitor. The second thing I did was put a keister wad in my ass. The tertiary affair I did was put a vibrating egg in my kitty-cat. The fourthly thing I did was text Cody.

When are you going to be home ? I have an early Christmas present tense for you.

He texted back a few minutes later.

About an hour. I have a Christmas present for you too.

I had no idea if his present tense was anything out or keeping, but I hoped so.

I typed back :

Cum nursing home soon.

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

Sorry, stupe auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on second joint high school stockings, a thong to prevent the hype in my ass and the egg, set on low speeding, in my cunt, and a sheer Shirley Temple 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 dwelling house :

Did you delight the new flavoured candy canes ?

He texted back :

They were very addicting.

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

present tense 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

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

The voucher included :

1 coupon for a rough face piece of ass of your mother

1 coupon for a marathon shtup of your mom

1 coupon for a soaked ass to fuck

1 coupon to coat your mamma 's face with cum

1 voucher to deposit a load in your Mom 's tender rima oris

1 voucher to use a yoke of handcuffs

1 coupon for a nylon-clad base job

1 voucher for a pegging from your mother 's strap-on ( if you are into that little of affair ... your daddy was )

1 voucher to take your Mother and the cunt Mrs Young in a 69

1 coupon for a blow job while you drive

1 coupon for a three golf hole battle of Marathon nighttime with your long neglected mother

1 coupon for a bath with your Mommy

1 voucher for a tit fucking

1 coupon for a clenched fist piece of ass of your Mother 's cunt

Present 2 !

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

Now, follow to the sustenance room.

I then went to the sustenance way, and began the very hard task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to assist, but I was n't willing to have her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my branch and waist, leaving my stocking-clad feet open. I wrapped my pep pill body as in force I could. I put tinsel on my forefront, so a lot I could n't see a thing, and waited.

Anticipation coursed through me.

The egg teased me relentlessly.

Then the door opened ... and closed.

I heard him walk into the kitchen. I suddenly felt the vibrations get faster.

A mates of excruciating minutes later, where I had no mind how he was going to answer ( the longer he took, the Thomas More anxiety I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` Holy crap, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

'' This is the C. H. Best present tense ever, '' he said, as he got closer to me. `` Although the wrapping job needs work. ``

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

'' bazaar 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 tone in effect.

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

'' I 'd have sex to have sex that tight ass off yours, baby, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

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

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

A chill went up my prickle as his paw cupped my breasts. `` Are these mine now, Mom ? ``

'' Yes, captain, every constituent of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot breath and then his oral fissure on my nipple. `` Ooooooh. ``

'' I 've imagined this for a long prison term, '' he said, as he bit my nipple.

'' You have ? '' I asked, surprised as his web browser chronicle did not pay me that impression.

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

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

'' Of course, you have worn them every day of my life 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 overnight complete 180 routine around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't fathom how hearing me jazz who you said was Bretagne would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my tool is punishing to stand firm. ``

'' I could n't even await until Christmas to get my present, '' I purred, reaching for it.

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

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

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

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

I smiled, as I unbuckled his belt, pulled down his jeans and boxers, `` Son, I have never wanted anything more in my spirit. ``

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

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

He handed me the voucher for swallowing a load.

'' Mmmmmmmm, a undecomposed start, '' I purred, taking the voucher, 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 peter, I was going to suck it like a cum hungry slut ... like a submissive slave.

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

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

I moaned on his pecker in response, as I desperately wanted that first load.

'' train it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his hips to meet my forward bobs.

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

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

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

'' Yes, Mom, '' he grunted, and spewed his load in my mouth. I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, remembering how much I loved the feel of cum sliding down my throat.

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

'' Yes, master key, '' I purred, crawling to the couch.

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

'' I did n't know if you liked doing that, your forefather did n't, '' I answered.

'' wellspring, that is just unseasonable, '' he said, as he dropped to his knee in battlefront of me.

'' Do you need to eat mommy 's twat ? '' I asked.

He did n't do with words, but instead by action at law as he buried his facial expression in my cunt.

'' Ohhhhh, '' I moaned, as his tongue went to act. The tongue, mixed with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and set up to erupt in a match of minutes.

'' Yes, baby, suck Mommy 's clit, make mama ejaculate, '' I moaned, as I put my manus in his hair.

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

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my wooden leg, the fantasy becoming realness. `` Do n't stop. Yes, yes, mamma 's get along, yes, yes, yes ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' Are you serious ? '' I asked.

'' I need some food 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 stacks you can fit in your Mommy cum bucketful, '' I purred.

'' Then I definitely need to eat. I mean your bitch is delectable, but it lacks the calories I need, '' he joked, standing up.

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

'' Grab a blouse, preserve it unbutton and then mind to the garage. Do n't bother with a skirt. ``

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

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

'' It better be, '' I said, in my upright 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 make up for lost metre, '' I said back.

'' Oh, we will, '' he promised, spanking my ass. `` Now go get a blouse. We ca n't have you naked driving around townspeople in plain view. ``

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

'' Of form, '' he said.

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

William F. Cody was already in the device driver 's seat.

I got in the passenger tooshie, raw except for second joint high gear and an unbuttoned blouse. `` Where are you taking me, Master ? ``

'' 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 leaven how much of a slut I could be for him.

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

'' In the bedroom, 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 affair, '' I explained, as I lowered my straits onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This time I took my prison term. I swirled my tongue around his thick mushroom top. I created extra saliva to create a different sensation.

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

'' All three of my yap 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 hammer athirst slut, '' he countered.

'' I 've been looking for a master for a couple of years, son. But no one came close to your father. But when I heard you dominating that beef and then watched it ... I knew I had found my arrant Master. ``

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

'' Please foretell me your Mommy-cum-bucket, '' I asked. `` I want to be everything to you. I want to be your lone MILF. ``

'' You think you can keep 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 minute until he said, `` We 're here. ``

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

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll guild a family pack. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit loading in your two remaining holes. ``

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

He ordered.

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

He rolled up slowly and a guy 's voice began, `` That will be ... um ... eighteen twenty-five. ``

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

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

'' Yes, superior, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my knocker and reached down into my purse. I pulled out a twenty, leaned over so my tit were completely in the open and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` observe the alteration, cutie. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time things got awkward.

'' Hey, Cody, '' a female person spokesperson 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 home, '' Cody replied.

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

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

'' Yes, passkey, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my tits now in survey for a lady friend Buffalo Bill Cody knew.

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

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

William Frederick Cody waited a second, allowing the young lady to really get a good smell at his dick, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my school of thought category. ``

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

'' Want to munch her pussy ? '' William Frederick Cody asked.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, Master, '' 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, mama cum-bucket it 's time for down payment telephone number two. ``

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

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

I quipped, wanting to sound smutty, `` cook to become a existent mother fucker ? ``

'' Shit, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the awful, blistering loose woman I know. ``

'' And a pure cum bucket, do n't block, '' I moaned, as he slid his shaft in me.

He laughed, `` I do n't think I 'll ever draw a blank that. ``

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

'' Oh yes, infant, pound your mum 's fail twat, '' I moaned.

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

'' I 'll keep you to your word, '' I said back.

'' cartel me, '' he said, `` you will throw so a lot cum in and on you ; you will likely get brainsick of it. ``

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

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

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

'' Here it comes, Mommy-slut, '' he grunted, and deposited his instant onus, in my endorse hole so far.

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

'' In unit of ammunition 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 key, '' I said, suddenly hungry.

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

'' That 's why I need so many holes to replete, '' he shrugged, as he opened the food.

We ate in secretiveness as we watched the word. 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 pants and underclothing off, moved a commode directly in front of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad feet to his flaccid cock and started rubbing.

'' This, '' he began, with a grin, `` is my self-aggrandising phantasy ever, ''

'' A pick job from ma ? '' I asked, looking demure.

'' A buy in foot job from Mommy, '' he corrected.

'' You really are your father '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 time I had sucked my married man or given him foot jobs while he watched tv set, worked on his laptop or read. I even sucked him off in the bathtub tub and once, while quite drunk, while he was on the toilette bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the only thing I ever did that I found disgusting ).

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

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

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

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

'' Your hammer looks so hot wrapped in my pes, '' I purred.

'' My rooster looks great in your rima oris, and pussy too, '' he added.

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

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

'' fountainhead, maybe you should fuck your momma 's arsehole, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

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

'' Fuck Mommy 's soaked defecate hole now, '' I demanded.

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

'' You do, '' I said.

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

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

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

'' Riding my putz, '' he answered.

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

'' Yep, '' he nodded, as I came to him and poured lubricating substance all over his hard cock.

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

'' Such a dirty trollop, '' he countered, as he grabbed the lube, turned me around and poured lubricator on my ass face. He then slid a digit inside my ass.

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

'' Want to bring in sure your ass is fix for my prick, '' he said.

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

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a couple of mo. Pulling his fingerbreadth out, he ordered, `` Now devolve on my putz, mummy cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to receive a real cock in my ass for the first time in years. I backed up, straddled him slowly, facing him, wanting to front at him as we fucked.

I put my hands on his chest of drawers for residue and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as undecomposed a bod as I used to be, so it was more awkward, but soon I was lowering my asshole on his cock.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Oh my God, '' I screamed, a salmagundi of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

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

'' nooky, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain in the ass still burning, even as a rush of adrenaline 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 fornicatress, ride my peter, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Having your mother ride your cock like some cheesy 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 secure Christmas Day acquaint ever. ``

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

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

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

'' It 's heaven on solid ground, '' I replied, riding his pecker like I was on a bucking horse.

Suddenly, he lifted me up, keeping his rooster deep in me, turned around, put me on the sofa and took control of the ass fucking.

'' Oh yes, baby, ass fuck mamma. punt her shit hole with your monolithic hammer, '' I babbled, my orgasm building.

'' One last bucket to fill, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

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

'' Oh, God, ass, '' he said, a few voiceless strokes later as he spewed his third onus of the day in my one-third hole.

'' Yes, child. '' I moaned, rubbing my button furiously as I felt my SOB filled with cum.

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

'' yell 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 deep as possible inside me.

'' seed now, mum cum-bucket, ass slut, striver, three hole incestuous whore, slavish Mommy-slut, son fucker, '' he listed off, until I erupted.

'' Yessss, Mother fucker ! '' I screamed as another coming hit me.

He fucked me for another minute of arc of my orgasm, before pulling out as we both collapsed position by position, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a strange calmness after the Recent epoch vividness 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 Best of both worlds together.

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

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

'' Merry Christmastide, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a wicked grin on my face, and added, `` Wait until New Year 's Eve. ''