Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum Bucket

I have wanted to fuck my son for a while, ever since he graduated high schooling this twelvemonth and really buffet 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 kitty that I noticed that my son had turned into a man.

In fact, my son had grown into a very bountiful man, a virtual reproduction of his pop off father ( who died serving his country two years ago ).

I did n't only want to have it off my son, no, I wanted to be his slavish fuck toy.

When I first had these feeling, I went online. starting time I read a lot of erotic stories of moms seducing Word, of Word seducing mamma or, even better, sons dominating ma. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my illusion have always revolved around pure submission.

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

It took some doing, but I also found websites that had women talking frankly, and although I did n't link, I read the many remark and was both surprise and excited to learn that incest was much more than common than one would assume.

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

Then one fateful early morning, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up call triggered the switch from illusion to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hallway to the lavatory when I heard my son enquiry, rather loudly, `` quick to nurse my peter, slut ? ``

listening my son 's voice, sounding like his father 's, and saying words like to what his forefather would say to me back when he was alive had me freeze in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth ? '' A voice questioned ... a voice I recognized instantly. It was Mrs. Loretta Young, his girlfriend 's mother and a fill out bitch who lived across the street from me.

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

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

'' Did n't your humble dicked hubby satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his voice so business firm and authoritative.

'' You know his tiny tool ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the husband she always raved about at our weekly womanhood 's night.

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

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

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

She laughed, belittling her husband, `` I need a substantial man, with a real putz. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my house, and on your genu eager to blow my prick with my mom in the future way ? '' He questioned, loving to humiliate ... just like his begetter ... always pushing the submissive to the extremes of submission.

My hired man went to my tingling twat as I moved closer to the slightly open door. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this.

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

'' What ca n't you baulk ? '' 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 smirk. The most pretentious charwoman in our neighbourhood. A mother of two, forefront of the community council and choir leader at Christian church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

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

Just as I peeked in the open crack accidentally left unresolved for me, I heard the slobbering auditory sensation of rough face fucking ... something my hubby often used to do to me, something I loved ... being used for the delight of another.

Somehow they were positioned perfectly for me to get a great look at an almost naked Jemma Young, in zippo but thigh gamy stockings, and her case full of cock.

Seeing the second joint high gear surprised me for a span of reasons.

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

Two : my husband had a nylon hoodoo and made me wear thigh senior high, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past two geezerhood since his tragic death.

Did my son have the same fetish ?

Then he pulled his hammer out of her mouth.

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

My eyes went big.

My twat got damper.

His pecker was huge. Long and thick.

My mouth watered, as all my former night incest fancy became more authentic.

I wanted that cock in my sassing, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my long blank out ass.

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

I wanted to be the slovenly woman 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 have just tasted her daughter 's snatch juices.

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

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

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

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

Hearing the Holy Writ 'Master'again shocked me. A term that was uncouth between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would know he was Master and I submissive. He got teased by his brother and sept that he was whipped, as I was pretty confident, seemingly feminist, in public. But once the bedroom room access closed, the women's liberationist disappeared and a wanton pecker slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

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

'' trade good, '' he said, as he moved behind her and slammed his prick deep in her ass in one severely thrust.

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

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

'' Oh God, you 're so bad, '' she moaned, as she used the headboard to equilibrate herself from the grating ass nooky and to forestall it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the married cum bucketful sneaking into a neighbor 's theater to get ass fucked by her girl 's boyfriend while her husband and tiddler are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to remind the squawk just how big a tart she was.

'' I got to stimulate that big cock of yours, '' she admitted.

'' In your once Virgo cocksucker, '' He added.

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

They fucked for a few minute like this.

I rubbed myself the entire time ... although slowly because I did n't want 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 fend off waking me up.

Then he asked, a duet of minutes later, `` Which is the cum bucket hole 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 shaft that was buried deep in her mother fucker back in her sass ... that was something I had never done.

My hubby 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 number on it was to see a sweetness kindergarten teacher with her fount coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the ill-gotten sluts ever suck a cock that was just in their horseshit golf hole. ``

She moaned on his dick as she impressively took the intact massive rod in her mouth. She looked like a porn star. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit jam'which somehow made it cruddy and hotter.

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

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

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

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

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

'Nine inch'I thought to myself, that 's a good two inches swelled than his Father of the Church '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 bucketful and you are a three hole cum bucket, '' he said.

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

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

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

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

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

I grabbed my rabbit from the English table, turned it on high and on my darling beat, pulled my pajamas and panties down and slid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his cock slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his hawkshaw gaping my arse ; I imagined being his unconditional ass 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 assumptions. The first being if he had a sprout juju like his father. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot fetish like his Father of the Church. James loved lengthy nylon foot problem and could add up just from that and often did. He loved watching sports while I gave him long nylon-clad foot task. In these scenarios he either came on my fundament and had me lap the cum off my metrical foot ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would suffer me cease him with my oral fissure before usually coating my grimace with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to have me keep his cum on my face.

That made me call up our honeymoon, when he shot his load all over my face in the hotel before dinner and had me keep back it on me while we went out for dinner party. He then shot a second lode on me in the bathroom of the restaurant before we went out dancing. A terminal lode was shot back in the hotel way and I answered the door for room help in intimate apparel and a face completely coated with cum. Such mortification only enhanced my desire for fill in submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could have it again.

The next cockcrow, well early Saturday afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my robe, but with thigh high-pitched stockings. I was pretending to read the newspaper publisher, my stocking-clad understructure up on the table, the robe riding up high 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 uncertainty 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 animal 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 face, but I wanted to act as innocent as potential. I wanted to start the tease. I wanted him to get the idea that his mother was a intimate being. I wanted to slowly plant the seed that his mother would make a capital 'cum bucket'.

It did n't shoemaker's last foresightful, maybe XXX seconds, before I decided the tease was adequate and moved the newspaper down and, being an actress in high gear school day went into wax actress style, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't learn you derive down the stairs. ``

'' Morning, Mom, '' he said, breaking his eye striking from my legs and looking at me.

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

'' Sorry, late Nox, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

His face went white. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my legs off the table, noticing him lookout man. Hiding my cognition that it was Mrs. Young, I added, `` And I 'd revalue it if you did n't fuck Bretagne in the way beside me. ``

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

'' I mean, '' I said, standing up and walking directly in front man of him, noticing the tumid cock poking at his sweats, `` you 're XVIII and an adult so I understand you have motivation and I 'm certainly you and Brittany are fucking like bunnies, but your mother has n't gotten any for two years and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how long it 's been. ``

He was speechless.

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

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

I imagined him grabbing my head and fucking my face.

I imagined him bending me over the kitchen tabular array and fucking my necessitous cunt.

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

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

I was n't set up yet to intrust the ultimate taboo, I had to recognize he wanted it too. But, a plan was beginning to form in my mind.

I was going to give him the superlative Christmas deliver ever ... ME.

... ..

Sunday at church, I stared at Jemma, still ineffectual to bottom how she could be so ostentatious, judging others. I wanted to take the air up to her and assure her I knew her dirty secret.

I wondered if she was wearing thigh highschool under her very conservative dress ... like I was.

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

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

Her smug grin disappeared instantly as her face went white.

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

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

'' We 'll peach more, later, '' I promised, not sure as shooting how I planned to play this with her.

When I got abode from church service, William Frederick Cody was watching NFL football on the sofa. I went to him, put my foot on the frame beside him, and asked, `` Could you please loosen the buckle ? Mom 's back is killing her. ``

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

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

'' Um, yeah, just got distracted by the secret plan, '' he lied, as he moved his hand to the low buckle.

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

'' Of course, 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 extended face at my full nylon-clad leg before unbuckling my strap.

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

Deciding to drive it further, I asked, `` My metrical foot are killing me from wearing these cad. Would you be willing to give your old bag of a mother a metrical unit massage ? ``

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

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

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

I sat on the end of the lounge, 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 putz wince under my heel, `` But you have to at least try. ``

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

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

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

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just protagonist with benefit ? '' I asked, a term I had learned recently.

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

'' I could use a champion with benefits berth, '' I sighed.

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

'' What ? '' I asked, `` your Mom has needs 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 fuck your girlfriend woke up my sleeping, '' I paused for the right word choice and spectacular effect, `` kitty. ``

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

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

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

Hinting at what I really wanted, I said, my pes ever so subtlety pushing down on his iron hard cock stuck in his pants, `` Well, you 're the man of the house now, Buffalo Bill. ``

I could see his capitulum spinning. I could tell he was wondering if my base move 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 necessitate you to be the one in charge 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 sodding you out. ``

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

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

He actually laughed.

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

'' I have never heard you swear before this past times couple of days other than 'shit'a couple of clock time, '' he said.

'' wellspring, hearing you treat Brittany like a complete sporting lady made me clear something, '' I said, letting my words linger as I did n't wind up the sentence.

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

'' No, I 've said more 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 house. ``

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

'' It 's just, '' I began, trying to appear shy and aflutter, a suggestion at my slavish side.

'' Just state 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 head off eye contact.

'' Oh, '' he said.

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

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

I did n't be after to let him jazz this yet, but I figured what the heck. `` I still wear nylons for him every day. ``

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

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

'' And what ? '' he asked, drawn into my conquest, completely unaware I was seducing him in an attempt to piddle him take ascendance of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't want you to believe less of me, Cody, '' I said, looking nervous and blockade. My age of acting in drama production were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, nada you say can make me think lupus erythematosus of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' Well, its, just, um, your father was my passe-partout, '' I blurted out.

'' Oh, '' he said, the new Book of Revelation marinating in his head.

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

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

Wanting to heap shock onto stupor, I added, `` So earshot you be prevailing to Bretagne, calling her gens and pounding her asshole, or what did you shout it ? Shit hole ? Well, that brought back store of your founding father using me as his three hollow, his three gob, um ... ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This meter he stopped.

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

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

'' You can tell apart me anything, '' I said, as I tried not to smile, knowing my programme was working ... I was planting a plethora of ejaculate 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 understand what you just told me ? '' he asked, his hand still on my leg.

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

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

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my future Word made my answer seem petty 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 check the mahimahi vs William Green Bay game. ``

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

He looked into my eyes and answered, the same exact dominant tincture his Church Father used to use, `` Mom, do you require the truth ? ``

'' I think I can care the verity, '' I joked, looking nervous even as I slightly parodied my husband 's preferred movie.

He looked me directly in the eye and said, just as the doorbell rang a bit clip, `` If you were n't my mother, I 'd make you my three cakehole cum bucket. ``

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

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

... ..

It was the 21st of December, four days before Yule, when I came up with my next juicy thought. William Frederick Cody was at the hardware storage 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 unspoiled second or two each, when the doorbell rang.

I sighed, still having three to go and getting quite horny 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 threshold, 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 little, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

I returned to the kitchen board where I was sitting, spread my peg and ordered, `` In that face, follow and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth ! '' she gasped, surprised.

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

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

'' You can speak once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my finger and pointing to my ranch 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 evening too, if I recall. ``

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

'' For what ? '' I asked, before adding, `` for fucking my son, for being his, what did you visit yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your daughter 's boyfriend or for taking my son 's hawkshaw up your ass in my household ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

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

'' It wo n't take place again, '' she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Are you blackmailing me ? '' she asked, which was preposterous, of track I was blackmailing her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Get thrashing, slut, '' I ordered, grabbing her head and shoving it between my ramification and into my wet pussy.

I held her head there for a few indorsement until I felt her tongue jump licking.

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

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the knife lashing as I closed my eyes and imagined Cody 's net words yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd constitute you my three hole cum bucketful .'

I was convinced that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum pail, he would likely take me. If any of the incest report I read were true up or any of the assembly I read, virtually boys fantasize about fucking their female parent. We are their first making love, their first lust and their initiative masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his slut, my climax built quickly and I came on the bitch 's cheek. Once done, I said, `` You may leave now. ``

Still on her knees, her boldness coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to keep back it a secret ? ``

Deciding I wanted to call back this present moment forever, I grabbed my telephone set and said, `` Do n't move, slut. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of course, '' I said, `` it 's soundly to have got a cunt muncher across the street. ``

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

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

'' You made me, '' she countered.

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

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

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

She left. I finished coating the candy canes with my kitty-cat succus and put them on the tree.

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

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

The hold out narrative 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 mom '' : Becoming a mommy Slut'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at other chronicle he had searched. They were all son and girl incest stories early than one called `` Mommies Make ripe ducky '' which was actually a lesbian incest story ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest searches were from yesterday. Earlier browser history was more gangbang news report, anal retentive fib, etc. He also had hundreds of pictures of cleaning woman in nylons, almost all without heels on ( he indeed had the same fetich as his male parent ... nylon, but particularly nylon invertebrate foot ). He also had heaps of videos, again almost all of them with women in stockings : gangbang, couples, lesbian, etc, but always in nylons.

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

I then noticed a video downloaded live on night. It was called Cory Salmon P. Chase in Mother mouthful. I had to click on it. The mother sucked his cock, took it in her twat and her ass before taking a compact load mostly in her lip and on her chin.

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

I came a moment clip, before I got dressed and headed out to do some finally minute Christmas shopping, including a blockage at an grownup store for some new toys.

That Nox, he came home right at supper time and I was again in thigh high school stockings and a red clothes that barely hid them.

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

'' I like to see good, '' I said. `` Is that okay ? ``

'' Of course of study, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very upright, Mom. ``

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your mother, '' I said, fishing for more compliments, as I brought a dental plate to him.

'' faith me, Mom, '' he said, glancing down at my stocking-clad invertebrate foot. `` 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 probability to see to it 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 friend want to have intercourse you, '' he continued.

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

'' All throughout high shoal 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 tabular array 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 serve it, I felt jealous. I asked, `` Do you be after to bring her back dwelling tonight and fuck her ass again ? ``

He was surprised by my question.

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

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

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

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

'' Um, okey, '' he nodded.

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

'' Yes, Mom, '' he nodded, taking it as helping around the house more, when I meant fucking the charwoman of the house 's three be intimate holes.

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

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

'' Yes, I may not be getting any, but at to the lowest degree I can survive vicariously through your ass slut girlfriend, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll pretend you are your Padre 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 age, '' I explained. `` grownup talk. But hearing what I heard the other Nox woke up my sleeping puss. ``

'' 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 sluts I fuck scream that. ``

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

'' Oh my, apparently you 're already make for your appointment, '' I said.

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

'' Oh, to receive my own eighteen year old, '' I sighed dramatically.

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

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

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

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

He laughed, `` Sure, Mom. But I need to get set up, Bretagne will be here any min now. ``

'' okeh, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you be after to get her back home tonight ? ``

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

Bretagne arrived a few moment later in a plaid bird, tight blouse and white nylons. I smiled, he obviously made his fair sex wear nylons for him.

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

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

Once they were gone, I went to my elbow room and pulled out the new toys I had bought that day. One was an eight inch wall shaft. I was hoping to have his entire cock in me soon and I wanted to get my farsighted omit holes ready for the biggest stopcock ever to satisfy me.

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

I looked up and Cory was at my open door.

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

'' okey, '' I moaned, before adding, `` could you delight close the door. ``

'' Yes, of course, '' he said, pulling out of the lewd spell he was in.

'' Have fun tonight, '' I called out once the door 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 shaft, taking all eight inch inside my fevered kitty. I closed my heart and imagined that instead of leaving, he walked over and shoved his turncock in my mouth.

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

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

... ..

Tuesday and Wed were unbalanced days as I went to spend some time with my female parent, who lived a couple hour away. She would be coming over for Christmas supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a couple of daylight helping her wrap presents, bake and so forth.

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

I got back Thursday afternoon, and the foremost affair I did was shaving and shower. The moment thing I did was put a butt plug in my ass. The third thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussy. The fourthly thing I did was school text Cody.

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

He texted back a few minutes later.

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

I had no theme if his present was anything incompatible, but I hoped so.

I typed back :

Cum home soon.

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

Sorry, pudding head auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh high stockings, a thong to keep the hoopla in my ass and the egg, set on low speed, in my slit, and a sheer blackness teddy, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two candy canes left.

I could n't help oneself it, I texted him back, probably giving away everything before he even got home plate :

Did you delight the new flavoured confect 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 note :

Present 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen, pulled out a clump of sex voucher I made and put them into one of my second joint high-pitched stockings and hung it up on the mesa so he could n't miss it.

The coupons included :

1 coupon for a unsmooth face fucking of your mother

1 coupon for a marathon shag of your mom

1 voucher for a blind drunk ass to fuck

1 coupon to coat your mamma 's nerve with cum

1 coupon to deposit a onus in your Mom 's strong mouth

1 coupon to use a duo of handcuffs

1 voucher for a nylon-clad foot job

1 coupon for a pegging from your mother 's strap-on ( if you are into that scant of thing ... your dad was )

1 voucher to give birth your Mother and the kick Mrs. Young in a 69

1 voucher for a reversal job while you drive

1 coupon for a three hole endurance contest dark with your yearn neglected female parent

1 voucher for a bath with your Mommy

1 coupon for a tit fucking

1 voucher for a fist fucking of your Mother 's cunt

present tense 2 !

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

Now, arrive to the animation room.

I then went to the living room, and began the very difficult task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to aid, but I was n't willing to have her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my legs and waist, leaving my stocking-clad metrical foot opened. I wrapped my speed body as upright I could. I put tinsel on my principal, so a good deal 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 couple of excruciating minutes later, where I had no melodic theme how he was going to respond ( the longer he took, the more anxiety I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` sanctum crap, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

'' This is the secure lay out ever, '' he said, as he got closer to me. `` Although the wrapping job needs work. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I 'd bonk to fuck that tight ass off yours, babe, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

'' Yes, master key, '' I answered, giving myself to him completely.

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

A pall went up my spine as his hands cupped my breasts. `` Are these mine now, Mom ? ``

'' Yes, superior, every region of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot breathing time and then his mouth on my tit. `` Ooooooh. ``

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

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

'' Of course, '' he said, going to the early teat. `` Who do you call back is to blame for my nylon fetish ? ``

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

'' Of grade, 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 gripe Jemma. ``

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

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

'' It was like an nightlong complete 180 turn around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't fathom how hearing me fuck who you said was Brittany would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my stopcock is heavily to baulk. ``

'' I could n't even expect until Christmastide to get my submit, '' I purred, reaching for it.

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

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

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

Breaking the osculation, 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 life. ``

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

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

He handed me the coupon for swallowing a load.

'' Mmmmmmmm, a skillful startle, '' I purred, taking the voucher, tossing it on the floor and taking his prick in my mouth.

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to score love to his prick, I was going to take up it like a cum athirst loose woman ... like a submissive slave.

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

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

I moaned on his prick in reply, as I desperately wanted that first-class honours degree load.

'' Take it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his hip joint to meet my forward bobs.

And I did. I took his intact nine column inch cock in my oral cavity. I gagged briefly, but recovered quickly.

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

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

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

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

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

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

'' I did n't do it if you liked doing that, your don did n't, '' I answered.

'' Well, that is just wrong, '' he said, as he dropped to his knees in strawman of me.

'' Do you need to eat mama 's snatch ? '' I asked.

He did n't answer with actor's line, but instead by actions as he buried his font in my cunt.

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

'' Yes, baby, suck mummy 's clit, make Mommy come, '' I moaned, as I put my hand in his hair.

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

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my legs, the fantasy becoming reality. `` Do n't stop. Yes, yes, Mommy 's coming, yes, yes, yes ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' Are you grievous ? '' I asked.

'' I need some food for thought 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 loads you can fit in your Mommy cum bucket, '' I purred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' precipitation up, '' he ordered, `` I 'm athirst. ``

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

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

'' I have to take in up for lost prison term, '' I said back.

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

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

'' Of class, '' he said.

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

Cody was already in the driver 's seat.

I got in the passenger seat, bare except for thigh high 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 shaft, aegir to prove how lots of a slut I could be for him.

'' So, were you this submissive and slutty to Dad ? '' Cody asked.

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

'' I did, '' he laughed.

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

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This time I took my metre. I swirled my lingua around his thick mushroom top. I created extra spit to make a different sensation.

He groaned, `` doodly-squat, your mouth is like magic. ``

'' All three of my holes are like illusion, '' 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 loose woman ? '' I asked.

'' That you 're my cock thirsty adulteress, '' he countered.

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

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

'' Please hollo me your Mommy-cum-bucket, '' I asked. `` I want to be everything to you. I want to be your simply 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 couple of minutes until he said, `` We 're here. ``

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

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll orderliness a household pack. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit loads in your two remaining holes. ``

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

He ordered.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my knocker and reached down into my handbag. I pulled out a 20, leaned over so my bosom were completely in the undecided and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` keep on the change, cutie. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time things got awkward.

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

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

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

'' She could n't wait until we got home, '' William F. Cody replied.

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

'' Thanks Kimberly, '' Buffalo Bill Cody said, before adding, `` contain this. ``

'' Yes, schoolmaster, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my tits now in scene for a girl William F. Cody knew.

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

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

Cody waited a second, allowing the missy to really get a near looking at at his gumshoe, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my ism year. ``

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

'' Want to munch her snatch ? '' Cody asked.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, master, '' I obeyed, returning to his dick, which I sucked the entire way home.

As soon as he were in the service department, we got out and he ordered, `` Bend over the car, Mommy cum-bucket it 's time for deposit number two. ``

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

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

I quipped, wanting to sound awful, `` set to go a literal mother fucker ? ``

'' squat, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the nastiest, live slut I know. ``

'' And a arrant cum pail, do n't blank out, '' I moaned, as he slid his cock in me.

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

He grabbed my rose hip and began fucking me ... hard ... deep.

'' Oh yes, sister, pound your mamma 's neglected cunt, '' 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.

'' reliance me, '' he said, `` you will have so much cum in and on you ; you will likely get sick of it. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' In turn one, '' he said, as he kept spewing his seed thick inside me.

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

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

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

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

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

Once I was done, I decided to get hold of the opening move and moved to him on the sofa. I pulled his pants and underwear off, moved a throne directly in social movement of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad human foot to his flaccid cock and started rubbing.

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

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

'' A stock up foot job from mum, '' he corrected.

'' You really are your father 's son, '' I smiled, as I tried to awake 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 clock time I had sucked my husband or given him foot line while he watched television, worked on his laptop or read. I even sucked him off in the bath tub and once, while quite rummy, while he was on the toilet bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the only thing I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his tool until it grew. Once hard, I moved my ft so I could give him a foot job, which spread my ramification awkwardly, presenting a very wide open pussy or my son to stare at.

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

'' What, the foot job or my gape kitty-cat ? '' I asked, as I stroked his cock with my feet.

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

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

'' My cock looks great in your mouth, 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 mammy 's shit, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

'' I do n't know, '' he joked. `` This is feeling pretty adept. ``

'' fucking mammy 's smashed SOB hole now, '' I demanded.

'' mulct, '' 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 television stand and asked, `` How do you want me ? ``

'' Riding my cock, '' 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 grueling cock.

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

'' Such a dirty slut, '' he countered, as he grabbed the lube, turned me around and poured lubricant on my ass impertinence. He then slid a finger inside my ass.

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

'' Want to make sure your ass is ready for my dick, '' he said.

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

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a couple of minutes. Pulling his fingers out, he ordered, `` Now ride my cock, momma cum-bucket. ``

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

I put my hands on his chest for balance and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as near a shape 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 lower myself on his solidness sword.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' fuck, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain sensation 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 trollop, drive my shaft, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Having your female parent ride your prick like some garish slut as a Christmastide present ? '' I asked.

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

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

I moaned, `` I could n't agree to a greater extent. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Oh yes, baby, ass nooky mommy. British pound her SOB hollow with your massive hammering, '' I babbled, my orgasm building.

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

'' Oh yes, cum in Mommy 's asshole, '' I begged, as I moved my bridge player to my fevered pussy. `` Shoot your cum up my diddley muddle. ``

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

'' Yes, babe. '' I moaned, rubbing my clit furiously as I felt my dickhead filled with cum.

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

'' call off 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 dick, wanting it as deep as possible inside me.

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

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

He fucked me for another second of my orgasm, before pulling out as we both collapse slope by side, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a unknown calmness after the late intensity warmed me.

He was my victor, I was his cum bucket.

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

Somehow we had combined the best of both earth together.

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

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

'' Merry Xmas, '' he said.

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