Dark Fantasies Media

My Son 's Yuletide Present

A mother 's Desires Series



It 's been three yr since the bomb dropped. That night my husband woke us and rushed us into our backyard dud shelter. I remember the sky was orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet weed to the doors of the tax shelter. I grabbed my son and ran in, a feeling of safety wash over me. My married man called out that he would be back in an 60 minutes, he needed to get something. `` You son of a squawk ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew full well the `` something '' he had to get was my younger sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not have made it to my mother 's family because he never came back. He locked the door from the exterior as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless someone finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My married man had finished the shelter and stocked it with adequate food to last a hundred geezerhood, artillery and ammunition, article of furniture and used it as computer storage for our Christmas decorations. But other than that we had zippo. No TVs, no computers, no movies, no games, nothing. So, for the net three year my son and I have been in this turkey shelter with absolutely nothing to do. Three Christmastime 's with no nowadays, three birthday with no bar, three fucking twelvemonth with nothing ! It has been very hard to watch my son suffer over the age. He feels abandoned by his Father-God, and he is so pent-up with emotion and hormone that I 'm afraid he will explode soon. We are coming up on our fourth Christmastime in the shelter, and I am determined to make this Christmastide Charles Frederick Worth something for my son. I do n't live how, but this yr my son will suffer a exhibit under that stupid charge plate tree diagram, I have stared at for three years !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mammy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the floor, effort running down his body. `` Take your Saint Nicholas hat off dear, that will cool you off. If you have to, reave down to your underwear like ma. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and step-in. The heat was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to move ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his blazonry and legs out in a motion of defeat. I decided to change the subject. One more word about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you ready for Christmas tomorrow forenoon honey ? '' I said, not expecting the answer I got.

'' Fuck Christmastime ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! Watch your spoken language untried man ! '' I growled back. He paid my protest no mind and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Xmas sucks ! naught ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heat just like every early day. God, I ca n't stop hidrosis ! '' He finished, wiping sweat off his forehead and flinging it off his hands towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know dear, I ca n't bar sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a unloose titty display I mused.

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

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

'' Yeah, when ever you are in the living room hidrosis, this scent fills the air. I do n't know why, but it smells really good to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and panty, both were soaked in lather, but my panties were drenched, and I immediately knew what smell he was talking about. mortified I stammered on.

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

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the smell. I wish I could reek it all the sentence. I wish I could smell it closer. '' I could n't consider my capitulum, he wants to reek it nigher ? With a look of shock and repulsion on my face I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to smack it nigher ? What do you mean dear ? '' I said looking at the level, too embarrassed to take care him in the eyes. He did n't hesitate to answer, almost aegir to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell it closer, like gravel my face up against you and smack it closer. '' Now I was at a red for lyric. After a hour of silence, looking down at my legs, I worked up the courage to speak again.

'' babe ? You do know that the feel you are talking about is coming from mommy 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That spirit is a dirty smell. It 's not good. hoi polloi get smelly down there, both girl and boys. Thais why we need to wash down there often. '' It was backbreaking to stay clean in the shelter. I did n't know how very much piss we had, so I made the decision that we would only deal poriferan baths. It meant never feeling shower impudent, but I would prefer that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his clothes were drenched in swither too. My memory was then jogged of a associate olfaction in the air on hot days. A pleasant smell, a olfactory sensation I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my head teacher. That smell was my son 's body olfactory sensation, the smell of my son 's prick. I choked, almost throwing up back breaker in my mouth. I ca n't think it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the smell of my unsportsmanlike kitty-cat !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't help it. It makes me finger these weird flavor. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could stick to my face in it right now ! '' He cut in as my head was spinning from the divine revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to exclude this down immediately. I could not cause my son lusting after the feeling of my stinky pussy !

'' Billy ! Do you realize what you just said ? You want to stick your case in your female parent 's genitals ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His cheeks turned red as angriness blastoff 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 irrupt and I just lit the fuse.

'' No babe, 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 want to do that to his mother. '' There, that should quieten him down, hold up matter I want is for him to fly off the handgrip. Last time it happened he was so fast-growing I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smell you ? '' He said with a big smile on his face. `` marijuana cigarette my face in your private parts and smell for as long as I want ? '' jolt came over me. I ca n't believe this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to get to address this delicately.

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

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

'' infant no ! ma did n't say you ca n't do it, please calm down, you do n't require to get yourself upset on Yuletide Eve. '' He started to calm down to my alleviation. But now I have a major problem. I am pretty sure my son is about to cling his aspect in my private parts and smell my dirty pussy and arsehole. He slowly got up and started to walk towards me. My heart started beating faster, I could find the rip haste to my face as my ear began to ring and a hot flashbulb rolled over my body. He stood mighty in front man of me now. I looked up at his aspect and could see unrelenting determination. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my wooden leg and lifted my metrical unit up onto the edge of the lounge in submission, exposing my albumen panties now almost see through from the drenching sweat. My pussycat was clearly outlined and my panties were wedged up between my ass nerve exposing one cheek Thomas More than the other, leaving an indentation of my asshole.

He dropped to his knees and looked at my genitals with calf love. I turned my head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nozzle was an in from my crotch, right between my pussy and asshole. He made forte inhaling sounds as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my pussy again and the lineation seemed so much more large than before. I looked at it in disarray until I realized blood was rushing to my private area and engorging my purulent sassing. I was so appalled and frightened I did n't feel anything.

Without warning my son slammed his side into my genitals, his nose burying itself an inch into my cunt maw, my panties straining to sustain him out. I jumped as a shock undulation of feelings erupted through my body like an blowup. My head slammed back against the couch pull my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my nipples. They felt foreign, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half column inch in length. This was improbable, my nipples have never been this hard. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jounce of physical feelings shot through my body. I looked down at my son again, his head and nose moving up and down furiously from my pussy to my motherfucker. He started going a picayune mellow each time and then I felt it.

Stars erupted in my eyes, my ears rang and my head buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's nozzle had hit my clit, and if he did it again, I was going to orgasm whether I liked it or not. Before I could make a motion to stop him, he slid back up to my clit, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my crotch like a thousand nuclear bombs. My slit hollow tightened, my ass hole throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my pussy as my head slammed back into the put. I was falling backwards, the elbow room was spinning, I felt as though I would faint but slowly I was pulled back from the brink.

As I regained consciousness, I noticed the rubbing in my privates had stopped. I looked up and Billy was standing in battlefront of me covered in snatch juice and grool. A take aback look on his face, back talk open and speechless.

'' Are you okay baby ? '' I asked looking at him in concern. I do n't have intercourse why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A mother 's love I suppose.

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

'' Oh ! I 'm sorry sister. Do n't worry, mommy is fine. That was n't pee baby, I promise. It 's what girls do if you do things like stick your face in their crotch. It was n't a bad thing, I promise. '' My Son looked at me like he wanted more. So, I quickly asked, `` Are you glad now ? Did you get what you wanted ? Do you find better ? '' He started to lower himself to his articulatio genus inching forward.

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

'' I 'm sorry baby, once is enough for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Christmas and Saint Nick is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for proficient boys who go to sleep on meter. '' I hoped to God he would admit that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

'' Oh, bullshit Mom ! There is no Santa, and I 'm not getting anything tomorrow ! There is nothing here for me to get ! '' Dammit Carla ! Do n't get him angry again, get him to bed ! I thought frantically.

'' billystick I promise, you will induce a nowadays under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree tomorrow good morning, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God help 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 excited and enthusiastically as I could muster.

'' Thanks mom ! Good Night. '' Billy exclaimed as he swooped in and gave me a osculation on the boldness. I tried not to resile in fear and disgust.

'' Good Night baby, honeyed dreams. '' I said, moving in to buss him back. As I neared his brass he moved his rim towards mine and I felt wet break out onto my mouth as his knife tried to enter. I clasped my brim tight and braced for his angriness at my refusal, but none came. The flavor of my snatch filled my anterior naris as he pulled away and exhaled into my face. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my center and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his room and exclude his door.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no submit for him and less than eight hours to intend of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Christmas tree and fell on my knees in desperation. I was terrified about not having something under that Tree for my son when he woke up in the morning. Terrified of his anger, that will do from it.

'' God facilitate me. What am I going to put under this Yule tree ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far side of meat of the menage and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the alone matter I can give him, I thought to myself with a helpless chuckle. He 'd care that, I mused. Then, I felt a vellication in my pussy, and thoughts of my son taking me right here under the tree diagram filled my head. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too late. I felt wetness building in my scanty as ikon of my son 's cock sliding in and out of me danced in my head like wampum plums. My pussycat started to hurt and I could palpate my clitoris getting difficult. I bit my lip and slid my hand into my soaked panty as I layed back under the tree. The orgasm my son had given me, left me wanting Sir Thomas More. As my horniness increased, it took over my mind, blocking all rational thought. My finger hit my clit as it moved down to my twat hole, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clit. I pictured his oral sex in between my legs again, smelling and licking. I pulled my hand out of my panties and a turgid strand of pussy juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you desire to smell ma 's pussycat juice baby ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my legs right then and there. I shoved my hired hand back into my panties as my clitoris screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a circular apparent motion. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could finger it coming, but me rubbing my button was n't going to take me over the edge. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my correct mammilla and squeezed. Bright stars erupted before my eyes as my sexual climax rushed through my consistence. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the ecstasy, all the while dreaming of my son 's cock plunging in and out of me. heaven slowly faded, and while my snatch felt satisfied, a shameful feeling took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal posture regretting what I had just done. After a few minutes of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my puss twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my Son prick has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's cock ! I knew my pussy would n't be satisfied without a proper pounding but there were no dildos in the bomb shelter. The only thing I could find over the year to gravel in my pussy was the grip of a prison guard device driver which was small and arduous as nether region. My pussy twitched again, reminding me that there was one soft rod I could devolve on. I ca n't consider I am thinking about this, I screamed in my head. Slowly I started to rationalize the site as an exculpation to get what my snatch wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world has ended. We have n't seen anyone for years. He 's getting out of mitt. He will probably end up raping me anyway. It 's only inevitable that this happens. '' I said aloud, laying on my back and looking up at the ceiling. Besides, I thought. We could be the survive two multitude on earth. Who am I to deny my son the pleasures of knowing a woman ? Who am I to deny my cunt the pounding its begging for ? The very luck of the human being raceway could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be fantastic ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would give both of us something to do ! I could n't consider it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmas present tomorrow morning. The undecomposed Christmas present any boy could get. Pussy. Well, and maybe a piffling sucking too. I thought as I felt another tinge in my pussy while licking my lips, hungry for cock .