The stack of odds and ends had been scattered arbitrarily along the rowing of tables at the Antique mall. Stephen makes is way down the rowing hoping to see something that he could buy for his mom's birthday. Stephen was never thrilled of his mother's birthday, as it always fell at the end of the school yr and distracted her from every really letting him enjoy the end of school.

As the junk spans on for miles in this cramped storage warehouse of a storehouse, a sudden thrill on the spine of Sir Leslie Stephen's neck had him spin around. Along the rachis bulwark near the farthermost corner set a bunch of what looks to be some old-time item from northlands or something. As Stephen moved close to the table it was the wooden looking mask that captured his attention.

The dull jade people of colour wood had a metal worn nose guard centered between the eye slits. As if drawn by an strange voice Stephen lifts it from the table to his side. Unnoticed by Stephen an senior noblewoman moves up behind him."Finding everything Sir,"she asked. Stephen nearly drops the mask before turning to look at her."I think I found what I'm looking for ”, he answers back.

Stephen had for the past 12 geezerhood, from when he was six year old, been getting his mother odd gifts for her birthday. This would be one of the curious gifts he thought while paying the three dollar and nine cent. The cashier was a with child looking man, with the intricate particular of a tribal tattoo of some type painted over his nerve blending into a full beard. Sir Leslie Stephen thought little of all of this as he made his way home.

The time went by with no further thoughts of the mask. Stephen put the masquerade party into a box and wrapped it in a bright pink wrapping newspaper publisher. Hiding the objective in his closet until his mother's birthday. The day approached along with the end of Sir Leslie Stephen's high schooltime daylight. A metre he knew was going to cause his female parent to be more needy and a little obtuse with what Stephen wanted to do.

Sir Leslie Stephen was sitting at the kitchen mesa when his mother walked in. Margaret stepped into the kitchen with a grinning. Her skeletal system was about five foot two, short red hairsbreadth that did not play off due to the fact it was dyed. Her nose did have a petty cute turn up and eyes almost a nuance of dull greens that was on the leaflet of being pretty. Her petite consistence would probably hold reached 110 British pound sterling on a rainy day.

The small pinko box that set on the table caught her eye instantly."Stephen you remembered,"Margaret mumbled. Her birthday would mean the start of summer breakage. That meter where she and Stephen would be able to laze around the house more often and spend some timber time together. Ever since Stephen's father passed away from a work-related fortuity, she felt like it was her tariff to be both a fun-loving begetter, and a foster mother. One was far gentle to do then the other.

Margaret let her hands quickly unwrap the box and when she pulled the top off stared in disbelief at what was before her. Margaret was a fan of oldtimer and odd point, but was blown away by how worry this mask appeared. Its color reminded her of a Vikings gravy boat or along that strain."Where did you get this Sir Leslie Stephen ”, she said lifting it up in her deal and looking it over. Stephen just shrugged and seemed more occupy in finishing his breakfast. Slowly Margaret lifted the mask to her cheek. As it caressed her skin her eyes blink slowly and then pulls the masquerade away."I love it ”, she finally exclaims.

As Stephen nodded, she leaned over the board and kissed her son on the buttock. Something Stephen felt was a little too personal and had to run away to forefend the kiss lasting longer. The relaxation of the day was spent cleansing and finishing washing while Sir Leslie Stephen was at shoal. Margaret found a post right next to her bed that seemed to let the mask sit comfortably."I 'll entrust you here for a little while ”, Margaret mused while she finished making her bed.

Night prison term had just fallen on their little sleepy town and Margaret was worried about Stephen. He was known to fall out a few times with his supporter, but on her birthday. She slowly laid on her bed and was starting to feel lonely. It was so long ago that she was with her husband and had yet to even start dating. Her eyes closed and paradigm of someone that looked like him started to fulfill her judgement. She decided it would be alright as she was alone.

One hand slid down her organic structure and came to rest along her belly. Rubbing a small rotary around her belly push button before traveling further. Her night pants waist dance band provided no electric resistance to her hired hand as it moved down and she felt the companion chill of touching her fair sex. She giggled to herself at how she found it kind of exhilarating to imagine different scenarios with that extra somebody. Margaret opened her eyes once and saw the mask, wondering how it would look on her while she lay in bed.

The exercising weight of the masquerade party felt gravid as Margaret lifted it up and brought it to her boldness. Her early hand still down on herself slowly moving in slender traffic circle. When the Mrs. Henry Wood touched her pelt, a sudden top executive seemed to flux over her body and down to her toes. The room felt like it was spinning and spinning. Instead it was Margaret that spun so fast the air in the room was blown about as if a tornado was crashing through the recently cleaned bedroom.

When the spinning had stopped the door-mirror reflected what Margaret had become. Her body was taller, growing an supernumerary five inches. The night apparel had combined into the most scantily clad Amytal night dress she could ever reckon. The humble breast which hardly had need for a bra where pressing to the limits of the attire. Killer doubly D's that leaning over even a bit let the height of larger areolas peek out. Her work force ran down her second joint and back to her ass which pushed out to leave the buns of a goddess.

The mask itself was pulled smooth and wet along her hide over her brass. Margaret could see her hair was sticking out the spine in a boozer long ponytail that had the tips dyed gullible. A smile creeps over her face before she lifts up each breast in her hired man and lets them fall with a bounce."Haaaaat and spicy-eeeee ”, says Margaret with long drawn out voice. As the passel in the mirror was pleasing to her eyes the phone of the face door initiative had her sliding up to the hallway and then down to the kitchen.

Stephen was home late and had a bum nighttime. His buds had ended up ditching him for some girl that didn't show one Panthera uncia of involvement in him. Stepping into the kitchen Stephen filled up a glass of water system and started to take a long rich drink. Stepping away from the sink and turning to head to the living way let Sir Leslie Stephen see the most gorgeous woman he had ever imagined standing at the door way.

With a brassy expectoration sound, Stephen let the water fly out of his back talk and dropped the trash in surprise. Before it hit the ground, Margaret slid up and let the cup touch her infantry, flicked it up with a slight kick and grasped the falling cup. Quickly she placed it on the heel counter and with a repelling smile put a finger to Stephen's mouth to silence any endeavour to talk."Hey there cutie, your mom sent me over tonight to give you a senior high school school graduation giving ”, Margaret said."The names Megan, my protagonist call me Meg, and delight don't make me beg ”, Margaret was now calling herself Meg. Sir Leslie Stephen was left in utter bewilderment.

Finally, Stephen spoke after taking in the sight of this goddess of a young woman filling his centre."Mom sent you for a gift, what kind of… I mean where is mom ”, Sir Leslie Stephen was taking the information but had trouble processing it all. Meg simply shook her finger in a tisk-tisk motion."Not for you to worry about, when a womanhood sets her judgement to a chore let her do as she ask ”, Meg then put both hands on her son's breast and then slowly lowered herself down to her genu."Let me guess, never been with a woman have you ”, Meg said.

It was on-key and Stephen felt his impudence flush. The only clock time he got close was about three years ago with his in effect friend's sister. Only when it came down to the moment, Stephen's nerves wavered and he chickened out. Later the sister said thank you for not going all the way, it still hurt that he was never man enough to truly do what he wanted. Yet as Stephen watches the way this mystery woman seemed to be in full command. It gave Stephen a slight nausea smell in his breadbasket."I…just don't think I am ready for this ”, he mumbled.

Meg was only spired on more to guarantee her son was taken tutelage of. Meg's manpower worked the button on his pants open and his zip fastener down. The hatful of her sons half tumid cock had Meg's eyes do a forked takings when the gasp and boxers slide down to the priming. Meg was thirsty and wanting this, she was timid why it felt so good to be with her son. The desire seeming to push her over the bound, a way to replete a missing thrill in her life. The tip of Stephen's prick was at same level as her rima oris, she opened her lips and let the oral sex slide in.

Sir Leslie Stephen was overtaken by the intense pleasure. It was as if the most heavenly tactual sensation was wrapping his pecker with the mix of warmth and wetness. Her spittle providing the mystifying maven and allowed himself to slue unfathomable within her back talk. He watched his rooster disappear beyond her green brim and was hardly aware of the skin-tight mask she wore."Meg, that is unbelievable ”, he groaned.

Meg only smiled and then her tongue decided to let itself go wild. It started to envelop around his entire shaft and squeeze and rub all over. Then she gave a fiddling tap on her head as if hitting a clitoris and her pharynx began to vacillate with a cryptical hum. The look on Stephen's face changed from use to pure blissfulness. Meg could feel his body tighten up and the muscles on his ass jam together."I'm cumming ”, Stephen moans out.

Meg pushes herself down on her sons cock all the way. Letting it nuzzle where the tip was directing his hot thick cum down to her belly. Like a hungry wildcat she guzzles it all in big gulps. Her spit starts to slide from the tail end root up to the tip, helping to milk out every drop. When the last bit fills her stomach, she lets her Word dick glided strait her mouth."Don't go hobble on me yet big boy, your mom said the unharmed night."Stephen just stood there shocked and nodded. Meg jumps up and lands into Stephen's coat of arms like a princess."To the sleeping room my knight ”, and as Stephen looks down it appeared, he was dressed as a white knight clad in armor. The only when account was a mild hallucination from cumming like a wild animal.

Meg felt like a feather in his weaponry with her boob snuggled up against his pectus while he made his way to his bedroom."No no, to your mother's bedroom. Its bigger ”, and Stephen complied to her request. Moving into the room it had changed quite a bit as if set up to be a queer's quarters. Stephen set Meg on the bed. His middle were amazed at how the silk blue attire she had been wearing was now looking like a thin lacy silk Nox shirt and zero else. Her tit visible under the transparent fabric. The bakshis of her nipples had a pair of piercings that looked a bit odd to Sir Leslie Stephen. A dull silver looking cock in one, a maculate amber looking brute caput and tail for the other.

Meg felt Stephen's eyes staring at her tit and then gave them a little shiver."All yours tonight big boy ”, Meg spoke seductively. Sir Leslie Stephen discarded the rest of his clothing on the base."My word Meg, mom has never done something like this for me. I don't understand. Why would she offer such a woman for me ”, he asked ? Meg simply laid back and as she did her legs distribute apart wide."If you want to sing about your female parent do it from here."Her arms reach out towards him and as if extending a bit further then they should be able to, they grab Stephen's shoulder and pull him on top of her.

egg laying upon this adult female Stephen felt how his cock was already kissing the forbidden lip of her pussycat. Stephen's articulatio genus were shaking and his hands felt sweaty, a alien, a stranger was about to consider his virginity. Her mouth came up to gather his worried font and her tongue, that not so long ago made his dick saltation like a Martin Luther King, was now playfully touching his own. That's when her legs wrapped around him and without any electrical resistance, he felt his pecker slide into her fair sex hood.

Meg was so wet it felt like a waterfall down there. As her ass lay on the bed, Meg noticed her impudence had become inebriate with her own succus. She was more than ready, and had waited to long for something like this. This feeling was letting her authority and wild side have full reign and would not hold back for anything. As the tip of Meg's son's cock buried itself inside her it felt as if this was right and should have happened yr ago.

Stephen was feeling like a new man. Touching her depth with the end of his cock had him grinding in full on lust, still wanting more. This woman was perfect, as if made for him, even with her big breast. Maybe if they had leaked milk it would make up for them being a little to big. Stephen had a thing for tiny breast. Then his pelvis begin to pull back and pushing forward in rapid push. Locking his sassing with her as the candy kiss seemed to deepen.

Meg's chest felt tight and as if by some kind of superpower, her boob suddenly had a wet warm intuitive feeling cascade down her face. The tips of her nipples were pressing up against Sir Leslie Stephen's chest. That did not contain the overflow of explosion of milk where the pierced tips start to drip. Stephen seemed to notice and lifted himself up while still pumping away."Oh babe, would you like some of my wholesome milk ”, Meg asked as if it was expected.

Stephen nodded and let his lips glide down to her prominent breast and sucked the beast into his lips and felt the quick outburst of milk flood in his mouth. With his own big gulps, the liquid started to satiate his belly. Stephen felt his dream cleaning lady was more perfective then even in his dreams.

Meg was unable to control herself. As her son energy in and out of her, it was a incessant wave of pleasure building up over and over, driving her even more crazy. Her first off orgasm was not only massive in pleasure, it was massive in her exit of her liquids."You are making me cum baby ”, she finally screams out and Stephen is capable to peek down while sucking on her tit to watch over a flowage of kitty-cat juices shoot out like a hose. It felt like a hot tub and was almost as practically while he kept fucking the cleaning woman below him.

Meg had her first coming and wanted more. Without warning and unnatural strength, her torso pushed herself up and Stephen is forced to lay down on his back. Meg was still impelled on her son's cock ; her grin was grinning ear to ear."My turn boy,"she mumbled as her body starts to slide up and down his shaft. Sir Leslie Stephen was in a daze of lust from the fragrance of her charwoman juice and just the feeling she was causing him.

Stephen watches as the woman above him has her Milk River almost running down in current over her body while sliding up and down. Then faster and faster she is moving, almost in a blur her pussy was squeezing his cock and he knew he wouldn't net much longer."Oh Meg, I am close, I am about to cum ”, he started to protest. He did not desire to cum in a stranger, he knew zippo about her and if she was safe to do that.

Meg looks down at her son and with even more power slide her body down and lay her chest against and gave him one more than kiss when she starts to grind her uterine cervix against his tool's head. Sir Leslie Stephen is unable to resist any more and erupts inside. His cum spraying her interior depths and even coating her womb with his hot thick cum. Meg was to a greater extent than meet and had no regrets while feeling her boy let himself orgasm inside.

Sir Leslie Stephen had never cum so much nor cum so hard. His body felt like a world of cloud nine and was unable to do more than just finish cumming and passing out. The exhilaration causing him to keep himself hard for a recollective time even after falling asleep. Meg stayed on top of her son for a while and then kissed his buttock before falling benumbed herself.

When the beams of light started to hang into the window Meg woke up first. Margaret was blinking for a moment and noticed the rough looking masquerade lying succeeding to her son's mind as he slept. Her consistency felt ignitor than yesterday and noticed her breast where back to normal size and her ass was no yearner that sexy bubble keister it had been yesterday.

Although the cold-shoulder impression of her consistence was returning to normal. She had the most intense sentiency impression in her pussy. A few More blinking chickweed had her realize her son was below her body and that something soft, yet filling, was wedged inside her pussy."Oh, oh no ”, she had her son's tool inside her. Slowly she climbs off Stephen and looks at his sleeping body. It was strong and young looking, like his father long ago. Her hands grasp around the mask and quietly she makes her way out of her room to the hallway bathroom to cleanse up .