The piles of odds and ends had been scattered arbitrarily along the rows of mesa at the Antique mall. Stephen makes is way down the dustup hoping to obtain something that he could buy for his mom's birthday. Stephen was never thrilled of his female parent's birthday, as it always fell at the end of the school day year and distracted her from every really letting him revel the end of school.

As the junk distich on for Admiralty mile in this strangle warehouse of a store, a sudden prickling on the binding of Stephen's neck had him spin around. Along the rachis bulwark near the farthest corner set a bunch of what looks to be some old-time token from northlands or something. As Sir Leslie Stephen moved close to the mesa it was the wooden looking mask that captured his attention.

The dull jade color wood had a metal worn nose guard centered between the eye incision. As if drawn by an unknown voice Stephen lifts it from the table to his side. Unnoticed by Stephen an elderly peeress moves up behind him."Finding everything Sir,"she asked. Stephen nearly drops the mask before turning to count at her."I think I found what I'm looking for ”, he answers back.

Stephen had for the yesteryear 12 yr, from when he was six age old, been getting his female parent odd giving for her birthday. This would be one of the uneven gifts he thought while paying the three dollars and nine penny. The bank clerk was a large looking man, with the intricate details of a tribal tattoo of some eccentric painted over his fount blending into a full byssus. Sir Leslie Stephen thought little of all of this as he made his way home.

The time went by with no far thought process of the masque. Sir Leslie Stephen put the masquerade into a box and wrapped it in a hopeful pink wrapping theme. Hiding the object in his closet until his female parent's birthday. The day approached along with the end of Stephen's high up schooltime days. A time he knew was going to cause his mother to be to a greater extent needy and a little obtuse with what Stephen wanted to do.

Stephen was sitting at the kitchen table when his female parent walked in. Margaret stepped into the kitchen with a smile. Her frame was about five foot two, short red hairsbreadth that did not agree due to the fact it was dyed. Her nose did feature a footling cute turn up and eyes almost a tad of dull cat valium that was on the cusp of being moderately. Her petite body would probably have reached 110 Pound on a showery day.

The minor pink box that set on the tabular array caught her eye instantly."Stephen you remembered,"Margaret mumbled. Her birthday would mean the start of summer break. That sentence where she and Stephen would be able to laze around the family more often and spend some timbre time together. Ever since Sir Leslie Stephen's father passed away from a work-related accident, she felt like it was her duty to be both a fun-loving father, and a nurturing mother. One was far easier to do then the other.

Margaret let her paw quickly unwrap the box and when she pulled the top off stared in incredulity at what was before her. Margaret was a fan of antiques and odd items, but was blown away by how interesting this masquerade party appeared. Its color reminded her of a Vikings gravy holder or along that line."Where did you get this Sir Leslie Stephen ”, she said lifting it up in her hands and looking it over. Stephen just shrugged and seemed more interested in finishing his breakfast. Slowly Margaret lifted the mask to her brass. As it caressed her skin her eyes blink slowly and then pulls the mask away."I love it ”, she finally exclaims.

As Stephen nodded, she leaned over the tabular array and kissed her son on the nerve. Something Stephen felt was a little too personal and had to lean away to avoid the kiss lasting longer. The rest of the day was spent cleaning and finishing washables while Stephen was at school. Margaret found a piazza right next to her bed that seemed to let the masque sit comfortably."I 'll leave alone you here for a little while ”, Margaret mused while she finished making her bed.

Night clip had just fallen on their little sleepyheaded township and Margaret was worried about Sir Leslie Stephen. He was known to hang up out a few times with his friends, but on her birthday. She slowly laid on her bed and was starting to feel lonely. It was so long ago that she was with her husband and had yet to even jump dating. Her eyes closed and images of somebody that looked like him started to fill her mind. She decided it would be alright as she was alone.

One hand slid down her body and came to catch one's breath along her belly. Rubbing a pocket-sized circle around her belly button before traveling further. Her dark pants waist lot provided no resistance to her hand as it moved down and she felt the familiar tingle of touching her womanhood. She giggled to herself at how she found it kind of exhilarating to imagine unlike scenarios with that especial somebody. Margaret opened her centre once and saw the mask, wondering how it would look on her while she lay in bed.

The weight of the masquerade felt expectant as Margaret lifted it up and brought it to her facial expression. Her other paw still down on herself slowly moving in slender circles. When the wood touched her cutis, a sudden top executive seemed to feed over her body and down to her toes. The way felt like it was spinning and spinning. Instead it was Margaret that spun so fast the air in the way was blown about as if a crack cocaine was crashing through the recently cleaned bedroom.

When the spinning had stopped the door-mirror reflected what Margaret had become. Her body was taller, growing an extra five inches. The night wearing apparel had combined into the most scantily clad aristocratic night dress she could ever suppose. The pocket-sized breast which hardly had need for a bra where pressing to the limit point of the wearing apparel. Killer double D's that leaning over even a bit let the round top of gravid areolas peek out. Her hands ran down her second joint and back to her ass which pushed out to provide the buns of a goddess.

The masquerade itself was pulled smooth and crocked along her skin over her face. Margaret could see her hair was sticking out the back in a lush long ponytail that had the tips dyed Green River. A smile spook over her face before she lifts up each chest in her workforce and lets them fall with a bound."Haaaaat and spicy-eeeee ”, says Margaret with long drawn out voice. As the sight in the mirror was pleasing to her eyes the sound of the strawman room access gap had her sliding up to the hall and then down to the kitchen.

Stephen was home late and had a bum dark. His buds had ended up ditching him for some lady friend that didn't show one ounce of interest in him. Stepping into the kitchen Stephen filled up a glass of piss and started to take a long deep drink. Stepping away from the sink and turning to head to the life elbow room let Stephen see the most gorgeous fair sex he had ever imagined standing at the threshold way.

With a loud spitting speech sound, Stephen let the piddle fly out of his mouth and dropped the glass in surprise. Before it hit the priming coat, Margaret slid up and let the cup touching her foot, flicked it up with a slight kick and grasped the falling cup. Quickly she placed it on the counter and with a wicked grin put a finger to Stephen's back talk to hush any try to verbalise."Hey there cutie, your mom sent me over tonight to hold you a high school schoolhouse commencement ceremony natural endowment ”, Margaret said."The gens Megan, my friends call me Meg, and delight don't make me beg ”, Margaret was now calling herself Meg. Sir Leslie Stephen was left in utter bewilderment.

Finally, Stephen spoke after taking in the sight of this goddess of a daughter filling his centre."Mom sent you for a gift, what kind of… I mean where is mom ”, Stephen was taking the information but had difficulty processing it all. Meg simply shook her digit in a tisk-tisk motion."Not for you to worry about, when a woman sets her mind to a task let her do as she ask ”, Meg then put both script on her son's chest of drawers and then slowly lowered herself down to her knee."Let me gauge, never been with a woman have you ”, Meg said.

It was avowedly and Stephen felt his cheeks efflorescence. The lonesome time he got close was about three years ago with his best friend's sister. Only when it came down to the moment, Stephen's boldness wavered and he chickened out. Later the sister said thank you for not going all the way, it still hurt that he was never man enough to truly do what he wanted. Yet as Sir Leslie Stephen watches the way this mystery woman seemed to be in replete control condition. It gave Stephen a slight nausea feeling in his stomach."I…just don't think I am prepare for this ”, he mumbled.

Meg was only spired on more to see to it her son was taken maintenance of. Meg's manpower worked the button on his drawers open and his zipper down. The sight of her sons one-half rear stopcock had Meg's heart do a double return when the pants and boxers slide down to the primer. Meg was athirst and wanting this, she was diffident why it felt so near to be with her son. The desire seeming to push her over the border, a way to make full a missing charge in her life. The tip of Sir Leslie Stephen's cock was at Sami storey as her mouth, she opened her lips and let the head slide in.

Stephen was overtaken by the vivid pleasure. It was as if the most celestial feeling was wrapping his cock with the mix of heat and wetness. Her saliva providing the deep sense impression and allowed himself to slide unfathomable within her rima oris. He watched his prick disappear beyond her green brim and was hardly cognisant of the skintight mask she wore."Meg, that is incredible ”, he groaned.

Meg only smiled and then her glossa decided to let itself go wild. It started to roll around his entire shaft and squeeze and rub all over. Then she gave a lilliputian tap on her head as if hitting a release and her throat began to resonate with a deep hum. The feeling on Stephen's face changed from delectation to pure blissfulness. Meg could feel his body reduce up and the heftiness on his ass jam together."I'm cumming ”, Stephen moans out.

Meg pushes herself down on her sons cock all the way. Letting it nuzzle where the tip was directing his hot thick cum down to her belly. Like a hungry savage she guzzles it all in big gulp. Her glossa starts to slide from the tail base up to the tip, helping to milk out every drop. When the last bit fills her stomach, she lets her sons dick glided passing play her sassing."Don't go limp on me yet big boy, your mom said the whole night."Stephen just stood there shocked and nodded. Meg jumps up and lands into Stephen's blazonry like a princess."To the sleeping room my knight ”, and as Stephen looks down it appeared, he was dressed as a Andrew D. White knight clad in armor. The only explanation was a balmy hallucination from cumming like a crazy animal.

Meg felt like a feathering in his arms with her titty snuggled up against his chest while he made his way to his bedroom."No no, to your mother's sleeping accommodation. Its bigger ”, and Stephen complied to her request. Moving into the room it had changed quite a bit as if set up to be a queen's quarters. Stephen set Meg on the bed. His center were amazed at how the silk blue dress she had been wearing was now looking like a fragile lacy silk night shirt and nothing else. Her breast visible under the transparent material. The tips of her nipples had a pair of piercings that looked a bit odd to Stephen. A dull silver looking hammer in one, a tarnished amber looking wolf read/write head and tail for the other.

Meg felt Stephen's eyes staring at her breast and then gave them a little shake."All yours tonight big boy ”, Meg spoke seductively. Sir Leslie Stephen discarded the respite of his clothing on the floor."My word Meg, mom has never done something like this for me. I don't understand. Why would she offer such a woman for me ”, he asked ? Meg simply laid back and as she did her legs disseminate apart broad."If you want to talk about your mother do it from here."Her arms reach out towards him and as if extending a bit further then they should be able to, they grab Stephen's shoulder and deplume him on top of her.

Laying upon this woman Sir Leslie Stephen felt how his cock was already kissing the verboten backtalk of her kitty-cat. Stephen's knees were shaking and his hands felt sweaty, a stranger, a unknown was about to consider his virginity. Her mouth came up to cope with his worried aspect and her tongue, that not so long ago made his dick dance like a king, was now playfully touching his own. That's when her stage wrapped around him and without any resistance, he felt his peter slide into her woman hood.

Meg was so wet it felt like a falls down there. As her ass lay on the bed, Meg noticed her face had become soaked with her own juices. She was more than ready, and had waited to yearn for something like this. This feel was letting her authority and hazardous side have full reign and would not stop for anything. As the tip of Meg's son's cock buried itself inside her it felt as if this was powerful and should feature happened years ago.

Stephen was feeling like a new man. Touching her astuteness with the end of his cock had him grinding in to the full on lust, still wanting more. This cleaning lady was staring, as if made for him, even with her big breast. Maybe if they had leaked Milk it would make up for them being a piddling to big. Stephen had a thing for midget breast. Then his rose hip begin to pull back and push forward in rapid thrusts. Locking his brim with her as the kiss seemed to deepen.

Meg's chest of drawers felt tight and as if by some form of power, her breast suddenly had a wet warm impression cascade down her face. The crest of her mammilla were pressing up against Stephen's chest. That did not stop the overflow of burst of Milk where the pierced tips start to drip. Stephen seemed to notice and lifted himself up while still pumping away."Oh baby, would you like some of my wholesome milk ”, Meg asked as if it was expected.

Sir Leslie Stephen nodded and let his sassing glide down to her turgid breast and sucked the wolf into his lips and felt the warm blowup of milk flood in his mouth. With his own big gulping, the liquid state started to fill his belly. Stephen felt his dream woman was more unadulterated then even in his dreams.

Meg was unable to control herself. As her son get-up-and-go in and out of her, it was a constant wave of delight building up over and over, driving her even more crazy. Her commencement orgasm was not only massive in pleasure, it was monolithic in her outlet of her liquidness."You are making me cum baby ”, she finally screams out and Stephen is able to glint down while sucking on her nipple to catch a flood of pussy juices shoot out like a hose. It felt like a hot tub and was almost as lots while he kept fucking the woman below him.

Meg had her starting time coming and wanted more. Without warning and abnormal strength, her eubstance pushed herself up and Stephen is forced to lay down on his backbone. Meg was still impelled on her son's cock ; her smile was grinning ear to ear."My turn boy,"she mumbled as her consistence starts to slide up and down his shaft of light. Sir Leslie Stephen was in a fog of lust from the scent of her woman juices and just the tactile sensation she was causing him.

Stephen watches as the woman above him has her milk almost running down in current over her body while sliding up and down. Then faster and faster she is moving, almost in a blur her pussy was squeezing his cock and he knew he wouldn't last much longer."Oh Meg, I am close, I am about to cum ”, he started to protest. He did not want to cum in a unknown, he knew zero about her and if she was safe to do that.

Meg looks down at her son and with even more pull slide her body down and laid her breast against and gave him one more kiss when she starts to grind her cervix against his shaft's head. Sir Leslie Stephen is unable to stand firm any more and erupts inside. His cum spraying her intimate depths and even coating her womb with his hot thick cum. Meg was more than satisfied and had no regrets while feeling her boy let himself orgasm inside.

Stephen had never cum so much nor cum so hard. His organic structure felt like a world of blissfulness and was unable to do Thomas More than just finish cumming and passing out. The exhilaration causing him to keep himself hard for a long time even after falling asleep. Meg stayed on top of her son for a while and then kissed his cheek before falling gone herself.

When the ray of light started to course into the window Meg woke up first. Margaret was blinking for a mo and noticed the rough looking mask lying next to her son's head as he slept. Her body felt lighter than yesterday and noticed her breast where back to rule sizing and her ass was no retentive that sexy eruct cigaret it had been yesterday.

Although the slight feeling of her consistency was returning to formula. She had the most intense sensation feeling in her pussy. A few More blinks had her take in her son was below her body and that something diffused, yet filling, was wedged inside her pussy."Oh, oh no ”, she had her son's pecker inside her. Slowly she climbs off Stephen and looks at his sleeping body. It was unattackable and young looking, like his father long ago. Her hands grasp around the mask and quietly she makes her way out of her room to the hallway bath to clean up .