Dark phantasy medium

My Son 's Christmas Present

A Mother 's Desires serial



It 's been three twelvemonth since the turkey dropped. That night my husband woke us and rushed us into our backyard turkey shelter. I remember the sky was orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet grass to the threshold of the shelter. I grabbed my son and ran in, a flavour of safety device wash over me. My hubby called out that he would be back in an hr, he needed to get something. `` You son of a beef ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew full well the `` something '' he had to get was my untested sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not have made it to my mother 's theater 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 enough solid food to shoemaker's last a hundred years, guns and ammo, article of furniture and used it as warehousing for our Christmas decorations. But early than that we had null. No TVs, no computers, no movies, no games, nothing. So, for the lowest three age my son and I have been in this bomb tax shelter with absolutely nothing to do. trinity Yuletide 's with no present, three birthday with no cake, three fucking years with nothing ! It has been very hard to watch my son suffer over the yr. He feels abandoned by his sire, and he is so pent-up with emotion and hormones that I 'm afraid he will break loose soon. We are coming up on our fourth Christmas in the protection, and I am determined to make this Christmas Charles Frederick Worth something for my son. I do n't know how, but this year my son will get a face under that stupid charge plate Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, I have stared at for three years !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mom is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the floor, sweat running down his body. `` Take your Santa hat off beloved, that will cool you off. If you have to, disinvest down to your underclothes like mommy. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and scanty. The warmth was so tyrannical, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to displace ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his blazon and legs out in a gesture of defeat. I decided to interchange the case. One more word about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

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

'' screwing Christmas ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! catch your spoken language young man ! '' I growled back. He paid my dissent no brain and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmas sucks ! zero ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heat just like every other day. God, I ca n't stop sweating ! '' 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 dearly, I ca n't cease sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a free titty show I mused.

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

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

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

'' I 'm no-count truelove, I know mommy is stinky down there. I will try not to smell so much, baby, I 'm sorry. '' He looked at me with confusion on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the smell. I wish I could smell it all the metre. I wish I could smack it closer. '' I could n't believe my auricle, he wants to sense it confining ? With a look of jar and revulsion on my face I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

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

'' I wish I could smell it closer, like bewilder my face up against you and sense it closer. '' Now I was at a deprivation for words. After a hour of silence, looking down at my pegleg, I worked up the courage to speak again.

'' Baby ? You do know that the tone you are talking about is coming from mommy 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That smell is a dirty tone. It 's not good. multitude get smelly down there, both young woman and boy. Thais why we need to wash down there often. '' It was arduous to abide light in the tax shelter. I did n't sleep with how much body of water we had, so I made the decisiveness that we would only take sponge baths. It meant never feeling shower fresh, but I would prefer that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his clothes were drenched in sudor too. My remembering was then jogged of a comrade olfactory property in the air on hot Clarence Day. A pleasant smell, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my head. That tone was my son 's body aroma, the smell of my son 's dick. I choked, almost throwing up acid in my sass. I ca n't trust it ! I am attracted to the flavour of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the smell of my filthy puss !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't avail it. It makes me finger these eldritch tactual sensation. I like it, I want to reek it, I wish I could cling my grimace in it right now ! '' He cut in as my head was spinning from the revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to shut this down immediately. I could not sustain my son lusting after the smell of my stinky kitty !

'' Billy ! Do you actualize what you just said ? You want to stick your face in your mother 's crotch ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His impertinence 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 set 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 incorrect, I 'm just saying it 's unusual for a boy to require to do that to his mother. '' There, that should calm him down, last thing I want is for him to fly off the hold. Last clock time it happened he was so belligerent I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smell you ? '' He said with a big smile on his fount. `` Stick my font in your crotch and flavor for as farseeing as I want ? '' Shock came over me. I ca n't believe this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to have to palm this delicately.

'' No child, 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, delight tranquillize down, you do n't want to get yourself upset on Christmastide Eve. '' He started to calm down to my rest period. But now I have a major problem. I am pretty sure my son is about to stick his cheek in my crotch and smell my dirty pussycat and asshole. He slowly got up and started to walk towards me. My heart started beating faster, I could feel the blood line rushing to my face as my ear began to ring and a hot split second rolled over my body. He stood justly in movement of me now. I looked up at his side and could see unrelenting purpose. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my legs and lifted my metrical foot up onto the edge of the lounge in submission, exposing my ovalbumin panties now almost see through from the drenching sweat. My pussy was clearly outlined and my scanty were wedged up between my ass cheek exposing one cheek more than the early, leaving an indentation of my asshole.

He dropped to his knees and looked at my genital organ with infatuation. I turned my headway and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nose was an inch from my crotch, right between my pussy and son of a bitch. He made flash inhaling sounds as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my twat again and the abstract seemed so much more outstanding than before. I looked at it in confusedness until I realized parentage was rushing to my individual expanse and engorging my pussy mouth. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't feel anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my privates, his wind burying itself an inch into my pussy gob, my panty straining to stay fresh him out. I jumped as a stupor wave of feelings erupted through my dead body like an blowup. My psyche slammed back against the frame pull 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 nipples have never been this severely. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jounce of physical touch sensation shot through my body. I looked down at my son again, his head and olfactory organ moving up and down furiously from my twat to my shit. He started going a little high-pitched each time and then I felt it.

lead erupted in my eyes, my ears rang and my head teacher buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's nose 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 move to stop him, he slid back up to my button, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my genitalia like a thousand atomic bombs. My pussy cakehole tightened, my ass hole throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my kitty-cat as my head slammed back into the couch. I was falling backwards, the room was spinning, I felt as though I would pass out but slowly I was pulled back from the brink.

As I regained awareness, I noticed the rubbing in my crotch had stopped. I looked up and Billy was standing in front of me covered in kitty juice and grool. A shocked look on his nerve, backtalk open and speechless.

'' Are you okay baby ? '' I asked looking at him in headache. I do n't make love why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A mother 's honey 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 baby. Do n't interest, mommy is fine. That was n't pee infant, I promise. It 's what girls do if you do things like stick your fount in their genitalia. 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 find better ? '' He started to lower himself to his knee joint inching forward.

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

'' I 'm sorry infant, once is enough 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 accept that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

'' Oh, bullshit Mom ! There is no Saint Nick, and I 'm not getting anything tomorrow ! There is null 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 diagram tomorrow sunup, 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 goat said with a grin appearing on his typeface. moderation washed over me.

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

'' Thanks mom ! soundly night. '' Billy exclaimed as he swooped in and gave me a kiss on the boldness. I tried not to recoil in fright and disgust.

'' Good Nox baby, sweet dreams. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his cheek he moved his sass towards mine and I felt moisture break out onto my lip as his tongue tried to accede. I clasped my lips tight and braced for his anger at my refusal, but none came. The smell of my pussy filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my face. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my middle and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his room and keep out his room access.

ass Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no present for him and less than eight hours to intend of something. I started screaming in my oral sex. I walked to the Christmas Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and fell on my articulatio genus in despair. 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 come in from it.

'' God help me. What am I going to put under this Christmas Day tree ? '' I said in a rustle. I looked up towards the far position of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the just affair I can reach him, I thought to myself with a incapacitated chuckle. He 'd care that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitch in my kitty, and thoughts of my son taking me right here under the tree filled my head. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too late. I felt wetness building in my panties as figure of speech of my son 's cock sliding in and out of me danced in my head word like scratch plums. My kitty-cat started to yearn and I could palpate my clitoris getting voiceless. I bit my lip and slew my paw into my soaked panties as I layed back under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The sexual climax my son had given me, left me wanting Sir Thomas More. As my hotness increased, it took over my head, blocking all rational thought. My finger hit my clit as it moved down to my pussy mess, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's glossa licking my clit. I pictured his head in between my peg again, smelling and licking. I pulled my paw out of my pantie and a large filament of pussy juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you require to smell mom 's pussy succus baby ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my legs right then and there. I shoved my bridge player back into my panties as my clitoris screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a throwaway movement. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could finger it coming, but me rubbing my clit was n't going to convey me over the boundary. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my right teat and squeezed. Bright stars erupted before my eyes as my orgasm rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the transport, 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 inglorious flavour took over, and I laid there curled in the foetal office regretting what I had just done. After a few minutes of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my pussy twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my Word tool has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's prick ! I knew my snatch would n't be satisfied without a proper throb but there were no dildos in the bomb shelter. The only matter I could find over the years to stick in my pussy was the handgrip of a screw driver which was belittled and hard as netherworld. My kitty twitched again, reminding me that there was one soft rod I could hinge upon. I ca n't consider I am thinking about this, I screamed in my head. Slowly I started to cut the situation as an self-justification to get what my pussy wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The macrocosm has ended. We have n't seen anyone for years. 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 back and looking up at the ceiling. Besides, I thought. We could be the last two mass on world. Who am I to deny my son the joy of knowing a woman ? Who am I to deny my cunt the pounding its begging for ? The very fate of the human race could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A child would be wonderful ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would give both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmas submit tomorrow morning. The trump Yule present any boy could get. Pussy. fountainhead, and maybe a slight suck too. I thought as I felt another undertone in my cunt while licking my lips, hungry for turncock .