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My Son 's Christmas present

A Mother 's Desires serial publication



It 's been three years since the bombs dropped. That night my hubby woke us and rushed us into our backyard bomb protection. I remember the sky was orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet grass to the doors of the shelter. I grabbed my son and ran in, a look of safety washing over me. My husband called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a squawk ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the room access 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 house because he never came back. He locked the door from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless individual finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My husband had finished the shelter and stocked it with adequate food to endure a hundred years, shooter and ammo, piece of furniture and used it as storage for our Christmas decorations. But other than that we had nothing. No TVs, no computers, no movie, no plot, nothing. So, for the survive three days my son and I have been in this bomb shelter with absolutely zip to do. triplet Noel 's with no presents, three birthday with no cake, three fucking age with goose egg ! It has been very hard to observe my son suffer over the old age. He feels abandoned by his beginner, and he is so pent-up with emotion and hormones that I 'm afraid he will detonate soon. We are coming up on our fourth Christmas in the shelter, and I am determined to draw this Christmas worth something for my son. I do n't know how, but this year my son will hold a introduce under that poor fish credit card tree, I have stared at for three age !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mamma is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the level, elbow grease running down his consistence. `` get hold of your Santa Claus hat off dear, that will chill you off. If you have to, foray down to your underwear like mum. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panty. The passion was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to prompt ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his sleeve and legs out in a gesture of frustration. I decided to change the discipline. One more than word about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

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

'' piece of ass Christmas ! '' He growled.

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

'' Why ? What does it count ? Christmas sucks ! Nothing ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heat energy just like every other day. God, I ca n't stop sweating ! '' He finished, wiping effort off his forehead and flinging it off his hired hand towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

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

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

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

'' Yeah, when ever you are in the bread and butter room sweating, this smell fills the air. I do n't know why, but it smells really adept to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and panties, both were soaked in sudor, but my scanty were drenched, and I immediately knew what smell he was talking about. humiliated I stammered on.

'' I 'm dismal sweetheart, I know mommy is stinky down there. I will try not to sense so very much, baby, I 'm bad. '' 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 time. I wish I could reek it closer. '' I could n't trust my ears, he wants to smack it closer ? With a look of impact and horror on my face I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

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

'' I wish I could smell out it closer, like reefer my face up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a red ink for words. After a hour of secrecy, looking down at my leg, I worked up the braveness to speak again.

'' baby ? You do be intimate that the smell you are talking about is coming from mammy 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That olfactory perception is a dirty flavour. It 's not right. the great unwashed get smelly down there, both girls and male child. Thais why we need to wash down there often. '' It was severe to stay clean in the shelter. I did n't sleep with how very much water system we had, so I made the determination that we would only take leech 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 lather too. My memory was then jogged of a familiar flavour in the air on hot day. A pleasant smell, a odour I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my head. That smell was my son 's body olfactory property, the smell of my son 's gumshoe. I choked, almost throwing up acid in my mouth. I ca n't trust it ! I am attracted to the olfaction of my son 's dirty tool and my son is attracted to the olfactory modality of my dirty pussy !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't help it. It makes me find these uncanny intuitive feeling. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could stupefy my face in it right now ! '' He cut in as my head was spinning from the Revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to keep out this down immediately. I could not cause my son lusting after the feel of my stinky puss !

'' Billy ! Do you recognise what you just said ? You want to stick your face in your female parent 's fork ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His impudence turned red as anger dig 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 cool it him down, he is ready to irrupt and I just lit the fuse.

'' No baby, mum '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 desire to do that to his mother. '' There, that should calm down him down, last thing I want is for him to fly off the handle. finally 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 aspect. `` stick my face in your genital organ and feel for as long as I want ? '' blow came over me. I ca n't believe this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to possess to plow this delicately.

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

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

'' infant no ! Mommy did n't say you ca n't do it, please tranquillise down, you do n't want to get yourself upset on Christmas Eve. '' He started to still down to my relief. But now I have a major problem. I am pretty certain my son is about to nonplus his face in my crotch and smell my foul snatch and shit. He slowly got up and started to take the air towards me. My center started beating faster, I could feel the blood rush to my face as my spike began to ring and a hot jiffy rolled over my dead body. He stood right in front man of me now. I looked up at his face and could see unrelenting decision. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my branch and lifted my pes up onto the sharpness of the couch in meekness, exposing my white panties now almost see through from the drenching fret. My pussy was clearly outlined and my step-in were wedged up between my ass cheeks exposing one cheek more than the other, leaving an indention of my asshole.

He dropped to his knees and looked at my crotch with calf love. I turned my head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing disturbance and looked down. His nose was an in from my private parts, right between my pussy and motherfucker. He made loud inhaling speech sound as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my slit again and the outline seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusedness until I realized blood was rushing to my private area and engorging my snatch lips. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't find anything.

Without warning my son slammed his brass into my crotch, his nose burying itself an inch into my pussy hole, my panty straining to keep him out. I jumped as a shock wave of touch erupted through my physical structure like an explosion. My promontory slammed back against the cast pulling my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my mamilla. 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 backbreaking. What is happening to me. I thought, as More jerk 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 kitty to my bunghole. He started going a little gamey each time and then I felt it.

principal erupted in my oculus, my spike rang and my brain 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 produce 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 bomb calorimeter. My snatch fix tightened, my ass trap throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my pussy as my principal slammed back into the redact. I was falling backwards, the 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 crotch had stopped. I looked up and Billy was standing in front of me covered in pussy juice and grool. A offend look on his face, mouth open and speechless.

'' Are you okay baby ? '' I asked looking at him in care. I do n't make love why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A female parent 's beloved I suppose.

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

'' Oh ! I 'm sorry baby. Do n't concern, mommy is ticket. That was n't pee baby, I promise. It 's what little girl do if you do matter like stick your face in their privates. It was n't a bad affair, I promise. '' My Son looked at me like he wanted more. So, I quickly asked, `` Are you felicitous now ? Did you get what you wanted ? Do you feel better ? '' He started to let down himself to his stifle inching forward.

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

'' I 'm blue baby, once is enough for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Dec 25 and Father Christmas is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for good boys who go to sleep on meter. '' I hoped to God he would take 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 aught here for me to get ! '' Dammit Carla ! Do n't get him angry again, get him to bed ! I thought frantically.

'' baton I promise, you will have a pose under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree tomorrow 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 dark is going to end badly for me.

'' You promise mom ? '' billystick 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 ! near Nox. '' Billy exclaimed as he swooped in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I tried not to kick in fear and disgust.

'' honest Night baby, dulcet dreams. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his cheek he moved his lips towards mine and I felt wet good luck out onto my mouth as his natural language tried to inscribe. I clasped my sassing tight and braced for his ire at my refusal, but none came. The look of my pussycat filled my nostril as he pulled away and exhaled into my grimace. I heard rustling on the rug, so I opened my middle 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 demonstrate for him and less than eight 60 minutes to think of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Christmas tree and fell on my human knee in desperation. I was terrified about not having something under that tree diagram for my son when he woke up in the sunup. Terrified of his anger, that will come from it.

'' God help oneself me. What am I going to put under this Yule tree ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far side of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only thing I can hand him, I thought to myself with a incapacitated chuckle. He 'd like that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitch in my pussy, and sentiment 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 construction in my panties as images of my son 's hammer sliding in and out of me danced in my promontory like sugar plum tree. My pussy started to smart and I could feel my clit getting hard. I bit my lip and skid my hand into my rob scanty as I layed back under the tree. The orgasm my son had given me, left me wanting to a greater extent. As my horniness increased, it took over my mind, blocking all rational cerebration. My finger hit my clitoris as it moved down to my kitty hollow, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's clapper licking my clit. I pictured his head in between my branch again, smelling and licking. I pulled my hand out of my step-in and a turgid strand of slit succus trailed behind it.

'' Do you want to smell momma 's pussy juice babe ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my peg right then and there. I shoved my hand back into my panties as my clit screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a broadsheet question. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clit was n't going to consider me over the edge. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my aright mammilla and squeezed. Bright wizard erupted before my eyes as my sexual climax rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the Adam, all the while dreaming of my son 's cock plunging in and out of me. Shangri-la slowly faded, and while my pussy felt satisfied, a opprobrious spirit took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal position regretting what I had just done. After a few minute of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my cunt twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my Son cock has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's dick ! I knew my pussy would n't be satisfied without a proper pounding but there were no dildos in the dud protection. The simply thing I could find over the years to bond in my pussy was the handle of a prison guard driver which was diminished and punishing as hell. My pussy twitched again, reminding me that there was one soft rod I could ride. I ca n't think I am thinking about this, I screamed in my brain. Slowly I started to rationalize the position as an excuse to get what my kitty wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world has ended. We have n't seen anyone for twelvemonth. He 's getting out of manus. He will probably end up raping me anyway. It 's only inevitable that this happens. '' I said aloud, laying on my backrest and looking up at the ceiling. Besides, I thought. We could be the last two citizenry on solid ground. Who am I to deny my son the pleasure of knowing a cleaning lady ? Who am I to abnegate my cunt the pounding its begging for ? The very luck of the man race could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A sister would be fantastic ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would consecrate both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Yuletide gift tomorrow morning. The best Yuletide exhibit any boy could get. kitty-cat. well, and maybe a little sucking too. I thought as I felt another hint in my pussy while licking my lip, hungry for cock .