Dark Fantasies spiritualist

My Son 's Christmas nowadays

A female parent 's Desires Series



It 's been three years since the dud dropped. That night my husband woke us and rushed us into our backyard turkey shelter. I remember the sky was orange on the apparent horizon all around us as we ran through the wet gage to the doorway of the shelter. I grabbed my son and ran in, a feel of safety laundry over me. My hubby called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a squawk ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the threshold shut. I knew full well the `` something '' he had to get was my unseasoned sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not induce made it to my female parent 's house because he never came back. He locked the door from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless soul finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My husband had finished the shelter and stocked it with enough food to last a hundred old age, guns and ammunition, piece of furniture and used it as storage for our Christmas decorations. But other than that we had nothing. No TVs, no computers, no picture, no games, nothing. So, for the survive three years my son and I have been in this dud tax shelter with absolutely nothing to do. triad Christmastime 's with no presents, three birthdays with no patty, three fucking years with zero ! It has been very hard to watch my son suffer over the long time. He feels abandoned by his father, and he is so pent-up with emotion and endocrine that I 'm afraid he will blow up soon. We are coming up on our fourth Noel in the protection, and I am determined to take a crap this Christmastide worth something for my son. I do n't know how, but this year my son will have a stage under that unintelligent plastic tree, I have stared at for three eld !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mummy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the floor, perspiration running down his physical structure. `` get hold of your Santa hat off love, that will cool you off. If you have to, strip down to your underclothes like mamma. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and step-in. The warmth was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

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

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

'' Fuck Christmas ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! Watch your language young man ! '' I growled back. He paid my protest no creative thinker and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmas sucks ! Nothing ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heating system just like every former day. God, I ca n't stop sweating ! '' He finished, wiping travail off his os frontale and flinging it off his hired man towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know love, I ca n't stop sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a free tit show I mused.

'' That 's okay mom, I like it when you sweat. ''

'' What ? '' I spit out in cushion cutting him off. `` You like it when I sweat ? '' He looked at me eagerly.

'' Yeah, when ever you are in the living room sweating, this aroma fills the air. I do n't bed why, but it smells really good to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and scanty, both were soaked in exertion, but my panties were drenched, and I immediately knew what look he was talking about. Embarrassed I stammered on.

'' I 'm sorry knockout, I know mommy is stinky down there. I will try not to smack so much, babe, I 'm sorry. '' He looked at me with confusion on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the aroma. I wish I could smell it all the time. I wish I could smell it closer. '' I could n't conceive my pinna, he wants to sense it tightlipped ? With a flavour of jounce and horror on my font I continued, determined to project out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to smell it airless ? What do you mean dear ? '' I said looking at the floor, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He did n't waver to reply, almost eager to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell it closer, like marijuana cigarette my face up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a loss for Scripture. After a minute of silence, looking down at my legs, I worked up the courage to speak again.

'' Baby ? You do have it off that the aroma you are talking about is coming from mommy 's vagina and anus right ? From my genitals ? That olfactory perception is a dirty smell. It 's not good. mass get smelly down there, both girlfriend and boys. Thais why we need to wash down there often. '' It was hard to stay clean in the protection. I did n't have intercourse how often water we had, so I made the determination that we would only look at sponger tub. It meant never feeling shower fresh, but I would choose that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his clothes were drenched in sweat too. My memory was then jogged of a intimate look in the air on hot mean solar day. A pleasant olfactory sensation, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my head. That look was my son 's physical structure odor, the smell of my son 's dick. I choked, almost throwing up acid in my mouth. I ca n't consider it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty dick and my son is attracted to the smell of my dirty pussy !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't help it. It makes me feel these weird feelings. I like it, I want to reek it, I wish I could stick my nerve in it right now ! '' He cut in as my brain was spinning from the revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to close this down immediately. I could not have my son lusting after the tone of my stinky pussy !

'' Billy ! Do you see what you just said ? You want to stick your aspect in your female parent 's crotch ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His face turned red as anger shot across his face.

'' I hate it here ! '' He screamed, `` I never get anything here, the one thing I tell you I want, you yell at me for ! '' I knew I had to do something to calm him down, he is ready to explode and I just lit the fuse.

'' No baby, Mommy 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is wrong, I 'm just saying it 's unusual for a boy to need to do that to his female parent. '' There, that should still him down, last thing I want is for him to fly off the grip. survive time it happened he was so aggressive I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smell you ? '' He said with a big smile on his grimace. `` reefer my case in your fork and spirit for as long as I want ? '' blow came over me. I ca n't believe this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to feature to plow this delicately.

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

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

'' sister no ! Mommy did n't say you ca n't do it, please chill out down, you do n't want to get yourself upset on Christmas Eve. '' He started to calm down to my backup. But now I have a major problem. I am pretty certain my son is about to puzzle his face in my crotch and smell out my contaminating kitty-cat and motherfucker. He slowly got up and started to take the air towards me. My spirit started beating faster, I could find the blood rushing to my face as my ears began to ring and a hot ostentation rolled over my body. He stood right field in nominal head of me now. I looked up at his face and could see unrelenting finding. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my legs and lifted my feet up onto the edge of the sofa in submission, exposing my blank panties now almost see through from the drenching exertion. My cunt was clearly outlined and my panties were wedged up between my ass cheek exposing one cheek more than the other, leaving an indent of my asshole.

He dropped to his genu and looked at my crotch with infatuation. I turned my head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing interference and looked down. His nozzle was an inch from my crotch, right between my pussycat and prick. He made loud inhaling strait as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my pussy again and the synopsis seemed so much more salient than before. I looked at it in mental confusion until I realized blood was rushing to my private area and engorging my twat lip. I was so take aback and frightened I did n't palpate anything.

Without warning my son slammed his side into my crotch, his poke burying itself an inch into my pussy hole, my panties straining to keep him out. I jumped as a shock wave of feelings erupted through my body like an explosion. My head slammed back against the redact pulling my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my nipples. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half inch in length. This was unbelievable, my nipple have never been this hard. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jolts of physical touch shot through my body. I looked down at my son again, his head and olfactory organ moving up and down furiously from my slit to my asshole. He started going a little mellow each metre and then I felt it.

Stars erupted in my eyes, my ears rang and my psyche buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's olfactory organ had hit my button, and if he did it again, I was going to orgasm whether I liked it or not. Before I could make a move to block him, he slid back up to my clit, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my genitals like a thousand atomic dud. My pussy hole tightened, my ass maw throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my pussy as my head slammed back into the couch. I was falling backwards, the way was spinning, I felt as though I would conk but slowly I was pulled back from the brink.

As I regained knowingness, I noticed the friction in my genitalia had stopped. I looked up and billystick was standing in front of me covered in pussy juice and grool. A blow out of the water flavor on his face, sass candid and speechless.

'' Are you okay spoil ? '' I asked looking at him in business organization. I do n't bonk why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A mother 's love life I suppose.

'' Yeah Mom, Are you okay ? You started shaking violently and then I think you peed on me. '' He answered wiping liquid off his chest.

'' Oh ! I 'm sorry child. Do n't interest, mommy is fine. That was n't pee sister, I promise. It 's what girls do if you do affair like stick your face in their privates. It was n't a bad matter, I promise. '' My Son looked at me like he wanted more. So, I quickly asked, `` Are you happy now ? Did you get what you wanted ? Do you feel better ? '' He started to lower himself to his knee joint inching forward.

'' Yes and no. I want Sir Thomas More now. '' He said. I immediately shut my legs like a bear trap.

'' I 'm sorry baby, once is sufficiency for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Christmas and Santa is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for good boys who go to sleep on prison term. '' I hoped to God he would go for that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

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

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

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

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

'' Thanks mom ! Good night. '' Billy exclaimed as he swooped in and gave me a kiss on the nerve. I tried not to backlash in fear and disgust.

'' Good night child, sweetened dreams. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his face he moved his lips towards mine and I felt wet break out onto my backtalk as his lingua tried to participate. I clasped my mouth tight and braced for his anger at my refusal, but none came. The smell of my pussycat filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my face. I heard rustling on the rug, so I opened my oculus and watched, holding my breathing time as he walked into his room and shut his door.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no present for him and to a lesser extent than eight hours to imagine of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Noel tree and fell on my knee in desperation. I was terrified about not having something under that tree for my son when he woke up in the aurora. Terrified of his ire, that will come from it.

'' God assist me. What am I going to put under this Dec 25 tree ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far side of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only matter I can collapse him, I thought to myself with a helpless chuckle. He 'd like that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitch in my pussy, and intellection of my son taking me right here under the tree filled my head word. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too lately. I felt wetness edifice in my scanty as images of my son 's shaft sliding in and out of me danced in my head like refined sugar plum tree. My pussycat started to hurt and I could feel my clit getting tough. I bit my lip and slither my deal into my soaked panties as I layed back under the tree. The orgasm my son had given me, left me wanting more. As my horniness increased, it took over my mind, blocking all rational idea. My fingerbreadth hit my clit as it moved down to my pussy hole, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clit. I pictured his pass in between my stage again, smelling and licking. I pulled my hand out of my pantie and a large strand of pussy juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you need to smell mommy 's pussy juice baby ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my peg right then and there. I shoved my deal back into my panties as my clit screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a circular question. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching climax. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clit was n't going to take me over the edge. I threw candid my shirt, grabbed my right nipple and squeezed. Bright stars erupted before my centre as my orgasm rushed through my soundbox. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the disco biscuit, all the while dream of my son 's cock plunging in and out of me. nirvana slowly faded, and while my puss felt satisfied, a shameful feeling took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal positioning regretting what I had just done. After a few min of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my slit twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my sons cock has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's rooster ! I knew my pussy would n't be satisfied without a proper pounding but there were no dildos in the turkey shelter. The only thing I could retrieve over the twelvemonth to stick in my pussy was the handle of a fuck driver which was small and toilsome as hell. My twat twitched again, reminding me that there was one lenient rod I could hinge upon. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my psyche. Slowly I started to rationalize the situation as an excuse to get what my pussy wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The humankind has ended. We have n't seen anyone for year. He 's getting out of hand. He will probably end up raping me anyway. It 's only inevitable that this happens. '' I said aloud, laying on my cover and looking up at the cap. Besides, I thought. We could be the finis two hoi polloi on earthly concern. Who am I to abnegate my son the pleasures of knowing a woman ? Who am I to deny my cunt the pounding its beggary for ? The very fate of the human being airstream could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be terrific ! I realized sitting up straight in upheaval. It would break both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmas present tomorrow morning. The best Yule present any boy could get. puss. well, and maybe a little suck too. I thought as I felt another mite in my pussy while licking my brim, hungry for cock .