Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum pail

I have wanted to fuck my son for a while, ever since he graduated high school this yr and really buffed up over the summertime working construction.

It was then, one random day, while he was in swimming proboscis to go for a dip in the pool that I noticed that my son had turned into a man.

In fact, my son had grown into a very bighearted man, a practical replica of his decedent father ( who died serving his country two years ago ).

I did n't only want to fuck my son, no, I wanted to be his submissive fuck toy.

When I first had these feelings, I went online. offset I read a lot of erotic stories of mama seducing sons, of son seducing mom or, even better, son dominating moms. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my illusion have always revolved around complete submission.

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

It took some doing, but I also found websites that had women talking frankly, and although I did n't join, I read the many scuttlebutt and was both surprise and excited to pick up that incest was much More vernacular than one would assume.

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

Then one disastrous betimes dayspring, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up call triggered the transmutation from fancy to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hallway to the bathroom when I heard my son interrogative, rather loudly, `` Ready to blow my cock, slut ? ``

earshot my son 's voice, sounding like his Father-God 's, and saying language similar to what his Father of the Church would say to me back when he was active had me freeze in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth II ? '' A phonation questioned ... a voice I recognized instantly. It was Mrs. Young, his girl 's mother and a complete bitch who lived across the street from me.

'' She 's a vocalise slumberer. Plus, you did n't seem concerned about my mother when you texted me begging for my peter. ``

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

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

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

'' I guess I have widened that old cunt of yours and gaped your ass so much you probably do n't even palpate his acerate leaf prick, '' my son continued, ridiculing the husband.

I could n't believe Mrs. Goody-Goody, Mrs. Gossip pansy, Mrs. Prude was not only in my son 's room, not only willing to be his hussy, but also took it in the ass.

Instantly, my farseeing neglected back threshold was calling me as I remembered getting ass reamed by my husband regularly back when he was alive.

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

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my house, and on your knees eager to suck my dick with my mom in the next room ? '' He questioned, loving to humiliate ... just like his beginner ... always pushing the submissive to the extreme point of submission.

My bridge player went to my tingling pussy as I moved closer to the slightly unfold door. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this.

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

'' What ca n't you resist ? '' My son asked, as I reached the door.

'' Being your cum pail, '' she answered, sounding like a thoroughgoing slut.

I could n't help but smirk. The most pretentious cleaning woman in our neighbourhood. A female parent of two, head of the residential district council and choir leader at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

'' To fellate your shaft, get fucked like the dirty fancy woman I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenage slut or a porn star than a happily married mother of two.

Just as I peeked in the outdoors crack accidentally left open for me, I heard the slobbering audio of unsmooth face fucking ... something my husband often used to do to me, something I loved ... being used for the pleasure of another.

Somehow they were positioned perfectly for me to get a capital flavor at an almost defenseless Jemma Lester Willis Young, in nothing but thigh senior high school stockings, and her face full of cock.

Seeing the thigh highs surprised me for a couple of reasons.

One : I did n't bottom Mrs. Pres Young as a adult female who would wear such sexy stockings ... she seemed more a pantyhose eccentric of woman.

Two : my husband had a nylon fetish and made me wear second joint highs, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past tense two years since his tragical death.

Did my son have the same fetish ?

Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

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

My centre went big.

My pussy got damper.

His dick was huge. Long and thick.

My lip watered, as all my late dark incest illusion became more authentic.

I wanted that shaft in my back talk, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my long blank out ass.

I wanted to be on my knees in front of that magnificent cock.

I wanted to be the strumpet 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 pussy juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly goodness mommy was a cum bucket for her beau ? '' He asked.

'' I was your fornicatress 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 fornicatress in heat.

hearing the word 'Master'again shocked me. A term that was vulgar 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 buddies and family that he was whipped, as I was pretty positive, seemingly feminist, in public. But once the bedroom door closed, the women's rightist disappeared and a wanton prick slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

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

'' Good, '' he said, as he moved behind her and slammed his cock deep in her ass in one hard thrust.

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

'' You 're going to arouse 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 equilibrize herself from the rough ass screwing and to prevent it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the espouse cum bucketful sneaking into a neighbour 's house to get ass fucked by her daughter 's boyfriend while her husband and fry are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to cue the bitch just how big a whore she was.

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

'' In your once Virgin mother fucker, '' He added.

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

They fucked for a few min like this.

I rubbed myself the intact clock 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 nullify waking me up.

Then he asked, a mates of hour later, `` Which is the cum bucket golf 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 cock that was buried oceanic abyss in her asshole back in her mouth ... that was something I had never done.

My husband came in my ass, on my ass, on my tits, but mostly he loved coating my boldness. I remember him saying how a good deal of a round on it was to see a sweet-flavored kindergarten teacher with her boldness coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the foul sluts ever suck a shaft that was just in their shit pickle. ``

She moaned on his prick 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 hole'which somehow made it tight and hotter.

I wanted to be that erotica star topology ; I wanted to be sucking that made for pornography cock.

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

She did n't slow down, apparently a rather impressive pecker sucker, as he obviously deposited his encumbrance down her throat.

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

'' If all the lonely housewives knew you were packing nine inch of pecker I doubt I would be the only one texting you at 2am to be your cum bucketful, '' she said, as she stroked his cock.

'Nine inches'I thought to myself, that 's a unspoiled two inches giving than his Father-God 's impressive cock.

'' Maybe I should go threshold to door offering my services, '' he said.

'' No, I 'm your cum bucket, '' she protested playfully.

'' Well, your daughter is a two hole cum bucket and you are a three jam cum bucket, '' he said.

'' I imagine you plan to convert that soon, '' the female parent 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 shroud as she looked my way, just getting out of the way in time.

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

I grabbed my rabbit from the side board, turned it on high and on my ducky pulsing, pulled my jammies and panties down and slid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my eye and imagined that I was my son 's hussy. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his prick slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his peter gaping my cocksucker ; I imagined being his unconditional fuck 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 Christmastime present was going to be a live-in cum bucket ... me !

I also wanted to test a few premiss. The for the first time being if he had a stocking fetish 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 protracted nylon understructure jobs and could amount just from that and often did. He loved watching sports while I gave him long nylon-clad foot chore. In these scenarios he either came on my feet and had me lick the cum off my feet ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would have me finish him with my mouthpiece before usually coating my cheek with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to have me keep his cum on my face.

That made me return our honeymoon, when he shot his warhead all over my face in the hotel before dinner party and had me hold on it on me while we went out for dinner party. He then shot a indorse shipment on me in the bathroom of the restaurant before we went out dancing. A final load was shot back in the hotel elbow room and I answered the door for room service in intimate apparel and a face completely coated with cum. Such chagrin only enhanced my desire for arrant submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could have it again.

The future morning time, well early Saturday afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my robe, but with second joint luxuriously stockings. I was pretending to understand the newsprint, my stocking-clad feet up on the table, the gown riding up high enough that he could definitely see the top of my lace top stockings.

Buffalo Bill walked in and stopped dead in his racecourse. There was no dubiousness he was staring at my legs. I pretended I did n't find he was there as I feigned reading the newspaper. I even began to slowly impress my left foot over my right leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't motivate. I wished I could have seen his font, but I wanted to act as innocent as possible. I wanted to start out the tease. I wanted him to get the theme that his mother was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly plant the source that his female parent would make a great 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last longsighted, maybe thirty bit, before I decided the vamp was adequate and moved the paper down and, being an actress in luxuriously schooling went into full actress mode, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't get word you hail down the stairs. ``

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

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

'' Sorry, late dark, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

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

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my legs off the table, noticing him watch. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. Danton True Young, I added, `` And I 'd appreciate it if you did n't hump Brittany in the room beside me. ``

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

'' I mean, '' I said, standing up and walking directly in front of him, noticing the rear pecker poking at his sweats, `` you 're XVIII and an adult so I understand you have needs and I 'm for certain you and Breiz are fucking like bunny, but your female parent 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 encroachment 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 dissimilar purpose as I imagined dropping to my knee, pulling out his stiff cock and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my head and fucking my face.

I imagined him bending me over the kitchen mesa and fucking my needy 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 ready yet to commit the ultimate taboo, I had to hump he wanted it too. But, a design was beginning to form in my mind.

I was going to render him the superlative Christmas present ever ... ME.

... ..

Sunday at church, I stared at Jemma, still unable to bottom how she could be so pretentious, judging others. I wanted to walk up to her and tell her I knew her dirty secret.

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

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a complete submissive to men, I had, on function days ago, a few gay woman brush, including a few where I was in charge. Then it hit me. The perfective tense way to seduce my son was through the bitch.

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

Her smug grin disappeared instantly as her cheek went white.

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

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

'' We 'll talk more, later, '' I promised, not for certain how I planned to toy this with her.

When I got dwelling from church building, Buffalo Bill Cody was watching NFL football on the lounge. I went to him, put my foot on the couch beside him, and asked, `` Could you please unmake the warp ? 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 biz, '' he lied, as he moved his bridge player to the pocket-sized buckle.

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

'' Of course, Mom, '' he nodded, as I glanced at his genital organ which was saluting me secretly.

'' You 're such a sweetheart, '' I said.

He again took a lengthy look at my full moon 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 foot voodoo freak like his father.

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

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

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

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

I sat on the end of the couch, flipped my pegleg up onto his lap, right on his crotch and said, `` Finding a good man is nearly impossible. ``

He groaned, but covered well, as I felt his cock wince under my blackguard, `` But you have to at least try. ``

As he took my left metrical unit in his hired hand, I said, `` Just the thought of it exhausts me. Plus, any man I dated I would compare to your father. He was one of a form. ``

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

We were both dumb for a dyad of min while he massaged my foot. I noticed him take many quick glimpses up my legs. But I pretended to not notice. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Brittany life-threatening ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just protagonist with welfare ? '' I asked, a condition I had learned recently.

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

'' I could use a acquaintance with benefit site, '' I sighed.

'' Mom ! '' he said, surprised by his usually conservative female parent '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 error, '' I accused.

'' How ? '' he asked, surprised I was blaming him.

'' Listening to you jazz your girl woke up my sleeping, '' I paused for the right Christian Bible choice and dramatic event, `` kitty. ``

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my feet 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 invertebrate foot ever so subtlety pushing down on his iron hard cock stuck in his trouser, `` Well, you 're the man of the mansion now, William Frederick Cody. ``

I could see his head spinning. I could tell he was wondering if my human foot motion was on use. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

I continued, `` Now that you 're eighteen and an adult, I do need you to be the one in mission 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 egregious you out. ``

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

'' Well, so did you ass fucking your girlfriend in the room beside me, '' I quipped, as I moved my groundwork 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 duet of days early than 'shit'a couple of time, '' he said.

'' Well, hearing you treat Brittany like a complete whore made me realize something, '' I said, letting my Logos linger as I did n't finish up the sentence.

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

'' No, I 've said Thomas 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 house'made my puss tingle. He sounded exactly like his father.

'' It 's just, '' I began, trying to see shy and unquiet, a hint at my submissive side.

'' Just recount me, '' he ordered.

'' You sounded just like your father, '' I finally revealed.

'' When ? '' he asked, confused.

'' When you were dominating Bretagne, '' I answered, looking down as if trying to avoid eye contact.

'' Oh, '' he said.

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

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

I did n't plan to let him know 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 founding father 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 make him withdraw control of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't want you to think less of me, Cody, '' I said, looking flighty and embarrassed. My twelvemonth of acting in drama product were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, zippo you say can shit me think LE of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' Well, its, just, um, your Father was my Master, '' I blurted out.

'' Oh, '' he said, the new revelation marinating in his head.

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

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

Wanting to mob shock onto shock, I added, `` So hearing you be dominant to Bretagne, calling her epithet and pounding her asshole, or what did you call it ? horseshit hole ? Well, that brought back memories of your Father-God using me as his three jam, his three fix, um ... ''

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

'' His three hole cum bucket, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my forefront in my hands ... attempting to win an Academy Award for considerably performance in an incest seduction.

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

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

'' Oh, Mom, '' he said, his hired man moving slowly up my leg. `` I could never think that. ``

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

He got defensive, `` No, no, Mom that is not it at all. You 're a very beautiful char. 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 look vulnerable and insecure.

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

'' You can assure me anything, '' I said, as I tried not to smile, knowing my programme was working ... I was planting a plethora of seed for my end goal.

'' fountainhead, 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 bridge player still on my leg.

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

'' You just told me to treat you like I do my piece of tail toy, '' he said back.

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my adjacent discussion made my response seem fiddling and probably left him even more baffled. `` Well, I guess that would be damage, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the doorbell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably mike. I invited him over to find out the Dolphins vs park Bay game. ``

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

He looked into my eyes and answered, the same exact prevalent feeling his father used to use, `` Mom, do you want the truth ? ``

'' I think I can plow the the true, '' I joked, looking nervous even as I slightly parodied my married man 's favored movie.

He looked me directly in the eye and said, just as the doorbell rang a second time, `` If you were n't my mother, I 'd construct you my three hole cum pail. ``

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

I headed to my room needing to clothe a little to a lesser extent slutty for my son 's friend, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of December, four days before Christmas, when I came up with my following risque idea. Cody was at the hardware store where he worked in the summer. And during the vacation

I unwrapped all the candy canes, and began fucking myself with each one for a good minute or two each, when the buzzer rang.

I sighed, still having three to go and getting quite horny doing it.

I went to the threshold 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 descend in ? '' she asked, so much more faint-hearted 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 table where I was sitting, disperse my legs and ordered, `` In that case, come and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth ! '' she gasped, surprised.

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

'' I came to blab, '' she continued, grimacing at the public figure calling.

'' You can blab out once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my fingerbreadth and pointing to my counterpane 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 former evening too, if I recall. ``

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

'' For what ? '' I asked, before adding, `` for fucking my son, for being his, what did you name yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your daughter 's beau or for taking my son 's cock up your ass in my home ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

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

'' It wo n't happen again, '' she said.

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

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

'' I 'll serve you find it, '' I replied, as I snapped my finger's breadth and pointed to my cunt.

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

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

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

'' This is getting old, ass slut, '' I sighed. `` Get the fuck over here and eat my pussy or I tell your hubby and daughter how big a tart you are. ``

'' Are you blackmailing me ? '' she asked, which was ludicrous, of course I was blackmailing her.

'' Call it what you want, bitch, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at good as munching cunt as you are at sucking peter. ``

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

'' If you obey like a sound trollop and serve me as I wish, then yes, '' I nodded, having no real intention of letting out her secret. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

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

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your girl 's boyfriend, in another woman 's home, while your hubby is numb at abode damage too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneel in front of me.

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

'' Get lacing, strumpet, '' I ordered, grabbing her head and shoving it between my legs and into my wet pussy.

I held her head there for a few moment until I felt her lingua first licking.

'' Good, fornicatress, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the ability. I was undoubtedly a submissive to men, but I could definitely be a dominant to a woman.

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the tongue tanning as I closed my eyes and imagined Cody 's end words yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd make you my three hole cum bucket .'

I was convinced that if I made it obvious I was leave to be a cum bucket, he would likely take me. If any of the incest stories I read were true or any of the forum I read, well-nigh boy fantasize about fucking their female parent. We are their first loves, their first lusts and their initiatory masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his slut, my orgasm built quickly and I came on the bitch 's facial expression. Once done, I said, `` You may go away now. ``

Still on her human knee, her look coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to keep it a mysterious ? ``

decision making I wanted to think this instant forever, I grabbed my phone and said, `` Do n't impress, trollop. ``

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

'' You look super slutty with pussy juice all over your human face, '' I smiled.

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

'' Of course, '' 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 expert to have a cunt muncher across the street. ``

'' I 'm not a cunt muncher, '' she said, trying to be dignified, which was screaming considering her face was coated in my cum.

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

'' You made me, '' she countered.

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

'' Whatever, '' she sighed, `` as long as you wo n't tell my husband or daughter. ``

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

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

I decided to go to Cody 's room and chequer what kind of porn he watched. All male child, all men, have porn on their computers ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop and went to his web browser story and smiled. He was on the same web site I often used ... Literotica.

The last fib 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 Mommy '' : Becoming a mommy slattern'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at other tarradiddle he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories other than one called `` mum Make Good favourite '' which was actually a lesbian incest taradiddle ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest hunt were from yesterday. Earlier browser chronicle was more gangbang news report, anal stories, etc. He also had hundreds of picture of women in nylons, almost all without heels on ( he indeed had the same fetish as his father ... rayons, but particularly nylon feet ). He also had short ton of TV, again almost all of them with char in stockings : gangbang, brace, 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 telecasting downloaded last night. It was called Cory pursuit in Mother taste. I had to sink in on it. The mother sucked his shaft, took it in her cunt and her ass before taking a slurred load mostly in her mouth 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 irregular clip, before I got dressed and headed out to do some hold out narrow Christmas shopping, including a stop at an adult stock for some new toys.

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

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

'' I like to count salutary, '' I said. `` Is that okay ? ``

'' Of course, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very safe, Mom. ``

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

'' trust me, Mom, '' he said, glancing down at my stocking-clad feet. `` 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 chance to check out my stallion 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 nooky, '' he answered.

'' Oh ! '' I said, acting surprised, again in full actress mode.

'' All my friends want to eff you, '' he continued.

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

'' All throughout senior high school school 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 board 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 assist it, I felt envious. I asked, `` Do you plan to bring her book binding home tonight and fuck her ass again ? ``

He was surprised by my question.

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

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

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

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

'' Um, okay, '' he nodded.

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

'' Yes, Mom, '' he nodded, taking it as helping around the theater more, when I meant fucking the char of the house 's three fuck holes.

'' goodness that 's decipherable, '' I said, before adding, `` and feel free to fuck her in your way. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

'' Yes, I may not be getting any, but at least I can exist vicariously through your ass slut girlfriend, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll pretend you are your father and I am the slut. ``

'' I ca n't believe we are having this conversation, '' he said, again looking at my nylon clad branch and feet.

'' I 've been holding this in for years, '' I explained. `` Adult lecture. But hearing what I heard the former night woke up my sleeping pussy. ``

'' 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 jazz he was well equipped, `` All the hussy I fuck scream that. ``

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

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

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

'' Oh, to consume my own xviii year old, '' I sighed dramatically.

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

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

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

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

He laughed, `` for sure, Mom. But I need to get fix, Brittany will be here any minute now. ``

'' okeh, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you project to bring her back base tonight ? ``

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

Brittany arrived a few minutes later in a plaid skirt, tight blouse and ashen nylons. I smiled, he obviously made his women wear nylons for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the buttock, `` Do n't hold back 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 way and pulled out the new toys I had bought that day. One was an eight in paries shaft. I was hoping to have his entire cock in me soon and I wanted to get my long unheeded holes quick for the swelled shaft ever to fulfill me.

I put the suction cup on the wall after lubing it up, pulled up my garb, tugged off my G-string, and got on all quaternion. I moved behind it and had it section way in, riding it slowly, getting used to it in me, when I heard Cory 's voice. `` Mom ! ``

I looked up and Cory was at my undecided door.

Not embarrassed, I shrugged, not stopping fucking myself, as I moaned, `` Sorry, honey, but our conversation got me pretty horny and this prick is a lot wanton than dating. ``

'' I forgot my billfold, '' he explained, still watching me. Since I was wearing a dress, all he saw was me riding a cock.

'' okeh, '' I moaned, before adding, `` could you please close the door. ``

'' Yes, of course, '' he said, pulling out of the lascivious trance he was in.

'' Have fun tonight, '' I called out once the door was closed, a big smiling on my look at the inadvertent act of voyeurism.

'' You too, '' he called back.

So horny now, I began bouncing back on the big cock, taking all eight column inch inside my fevered kitty-cat. I closed my eyes and imagined that instead of leaving, he walked over and shoved his cock in my mouth.

Of track, I came quickly and kept riding the prick to multiple orgasms.

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

... ..

Tuesday and Midweek were crazy days as I went to pass some time with my mother, who lived a couple 60 minutes away. She would be coming over for Christmas Day supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a distich of days helping her wrap presents, bake and so forth.

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

I got back Th afternoon, and the outset matter I did was shaving and shower. The bit thing I did was put a stern fireplug in my ass. The third thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussy. The fourth part affair I did was text Cody.

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

He texted back a few minutes later.

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

I had no idea if his present was anything out or keeping, but I hoped so.

I typed back :

Cum home soon.

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

Sorry, stupe auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on second joint heights stockings, a thong to proceed the plug in my ass and the egg, set on low velocity, in my cunt, and a sheer black chemise, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two candy canes left.

I could n't help it, I texted him back, in all probability giving away everything before he even got home :

Did you love the new season candy canes ?

He texted back :

They were very addicting.

I smiled. He knew. I did n't respond though. I went and put the remote for the egg on the ledge where he would take the air in with a big note :

present 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen, pulled out a bunch of sex coupons I made and put them into one of my thigh senior high school stockings and hung it up on the board so he could n't miss it.

The coupons included :

1 voucher for a crude face fucking of your female parent

1 voucher for a marathon fucking of your mom

1 voucher for a fast ass to fuck

1 coupon to coat your mama 's face with cum

1 coupon to wedge a load in your Mom 's warm back talk

1 voucher to use a pair of handcuff

1 coupon for a nylon-clad foot job

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

1 coupon to get your mother and the bitch Mrs. Young in a 69

1 coupon for a blow job while you drive

1 coupon for a three trap marathon night with your tenacious neglected female parent

1 coupon for a bath with your Mommy

1 coupon for a tit fucking

1 coupon for a fist screwing of your female parent 's twat

nowadays 2 !

A crew of voucher to use as you wish in our very own 12 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of Fuck-mas.

Now, come to the living room.

I then went to the living room, and began the very hard chore of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to help, but I was n't willing to sustain her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my legs and waist, leaving my stocking-clad substructure assailable. I wrapped my upper body as best I could. I put tinsel on my head, so much I could n't see a affair, 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 shaking get faster.

A dyad of excruciating min later, where I had no mind how he was going to respond ( the thirster he took, the more anxiety I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` Holy dogshit, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

'' This is the best introduce 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 coupons were an matter to touch. ``

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

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

'' I 'd hump to roll in the hay that fuddled ass off yours, baby, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

'' Yes, captain, '' I answered, giving myself to him completely.

My organic structure shivered as I felt him rip off the wrap that covered my tits.

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

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

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

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

'' Of course, '' he said, going to the other nipple. `` Who do you suppose is to blame for my nylon fetish ? ``

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

'' Of course, you have worn them every day of my spirit 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 arrant 180 round around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't fathom how find out me fuck who you said was Breiz would trip that. But seeing it, well, my cock is hard to resist. ``

'' I could n't even wait until Christmastime to get my lay out, '' I purred, reaching for it.

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my deal reaching for his cock, his already stiff cock, in his jeans.

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

Breaking the kiss, 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 perfect 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 expert offset, '' I purred, taking the coupon, tossing it on the flooring and taking his cock in my mouth.

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to reach love life to his cock, I was going to suck it like a cum athirst loose woman ... like a subservient slave.

I bobbed furiously, trying to get used to having a peter in my sassing again ... determined to get it all in my mouth.

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

I moaned on his dick in response, as I desperately wanted that beginning load.

'' withdraw it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his hips to conform to my forward bobs.

And I did. I took his entire nine inch rooster in my mouth. I gagged briefly, but recovered quickly.

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

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

'' Yes, Mom, '' he grunted, and spewed his load in my mouth. I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, remembering how a great deal I loved the feel of cum sliding down my throat.

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

'' Yes, master key, '' I purred, crawling to the couch.

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

'' I did n't know if you liked doing that, your father did n't, '' I answered.

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

'' Do you require to eat mommy 's bitch ? '' I asked.

He did n't answer with words, but instead by actions as he buried his face in my cunt.

'' Ohhhhh, '' I moaned, as his tongue went to work. The tongue, amalgamate with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and ready to erupt in a couple of minutes.

'' Yes, baby, suck ma 's clit, make mammy seed, '' I moaned, as I put my hand in his hair.

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

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my legs, the illusion becoming realness. `` Do n't break. Yes, yes, Mommy 's coming, yes, yes, yes ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' Are you serious ? '' I asked.

'' I need some food 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 onus 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 large calorie I need, '' he joked, standing up.

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

'' Grab a blouse, keep it unbuttoned and then head to the garage. Do n't inconvenience with a skirt. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' I have to make up for lost time, '' I said back.

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

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

'' Of course, '' he said.

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

Cody was already in the device driver 's seat.

I got in the rider seat, naked except for thigh heights and an unlaced 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 turncock, tidal bore to prove how a great deal of a slattern I could be for him.

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

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

'' I did, '' he laughed.

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

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This meter I took my clip. I swirled my glossa around his chummy mushroom top. I created duplicate saliva to create a different sensation.

He groaned, `` SOB, your mouth is like magic. ``

'' All three of my holes are like magic trick, '' 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 slut ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' Please scream me your Mommy-cum-bucket, '' I asked. `` I want to be everything to you. I want to be your but 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 proceedings until he said, `` We 're here. ``

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

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll order of magnitude a sept gang. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit loads in your two remaining holes. ``

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

He ordered.

And then we were at the initiatory of two windows. The pay window.

He rolled up slowly and a guy 's voice began, `` That will be ... um ... eighteen twenty-five. ``

I got sucking, knowing this teen was watching the spine of my headland go up and down.

'' Shoot, I did n't institute my pocketbook, '' Buffalo Bill Cody said. `` trollop, pay the man. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my knocker and reached down into my purse. I pulled out a twenty, leaned over so my tits were completely in the assailable and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` keep open the alteration, cutie. ``

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

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

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may hold a tenderness attack. ``

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

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

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

This fourth dimension things got awkward.

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

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

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

'' She could n't hold back until we got home, '' Cody replied.

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

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

'' Yes, master copy, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my breast now in panorama for a little girl 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 arcsecond, allowing the fille to really get a ripe smell at his hawkshaw, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my school of thought socio-economic class. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Well, it 's clip to make up for lost time, '' Buffalo Bill said, as he snapped his fingers.

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, returning to his rooster, which I sucked the entire way home.

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, surprise, but more than well-chosen to oblige.

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

I quipped, wanting to sound tight, `` Ready to turn a substantial female parent fucker ? ``

'' Shit, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the nastiest, hottest slut I know. ``

'' And a sodding cum bucketful, do n't forget, '' I moaned, as he slid his shaft in me.

He laughed, `` I do n't think I 'll ever blank out that. ``

He grabbed my hips and began fucking me ... hard ... deep.

'' Oh yes, infant, punt your mom 's neglected cunt, '' I moaned.

'' It wo n't be neglected anymore, '' he said, as he slammed into me.

'' I 'll maintain you to your Son, '' I said back.

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

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

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

'' I have three bucket for you, Master, '' I moaned, `` each eagerly wanting to be lubricated. ``

'' Here it comes, Mommy-slut, '' he grunted, and deposited his 2d freight, in my sec hole so far.

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

'' In round one, '' he said, as he kept spewing his seed deep inside me.

Pulling out, he said, `` Let 's go refuel, before we continue the battle of Marathon. ``

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

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

'' That 's why I need so many hole to fill up, '' he shrugged, as he opened the food.

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

Once I was done, I decided to take the initiative and moved to him on the couch. I pulled his bloomers and underwear off, moved a faecal matter directly in social movement of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad feet to his flaccid pecker and started rubbing.

'' This, '' he began, with a smile, `` is my boastful fantasy ever, ''

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

'' A stockpile foot job from Mommy, '' he corrected.

'' You really are your father 's son, '' I smiled, as I tried to wake up my son 's cock.

'' That I seem to be, '' he nodded, as he kept eating and allowed me to cod him. I reminisced all the times I had sucked my husband or given him foot jobs while he watched television, worked on his laptop computer or read. I even sucked him off in the bath tub and once, while quite drunk, while he was on the toilet bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the merely thing I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his pecker until it grew. Once hard, I moved my feet so I could yield him a foot job, which spread my legs awkwardly, presenting a very wide open pussy or my son to gaze at.

'' This is literally the hottest affair ever, '' he groaned.

'' What, the foot job or my gawp slit ? '' I asked, as I stroked his cock with my feet.

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

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

'' My prick looks groovy in your lip, and pussy too, '' he added.

'' Not my ass ? '' I questioned with a pout.

'' I have n't seen that yet, '' he pointed out.

'' well, maybe you should know your mummy 's bastard, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

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

'' ass Mommy 's pie-eyed diddly-shit maw now, '' I demanded.

'' Fine, '' he sighed, all dramatically, `` If I have to. ``

'' You do, '' I said.

'' But you are doing all the work, '' he said.

'' Sounds like usual, '' I smirked, as he let go of my feet.

I grabbed the lube I had left near the tv set stand and asked, `` How do you want me ? ``

'' Riding my prick, '' 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 lube all over his unvoiced cock.

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

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

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

'' Want to make sure your ass is quick for my cock, '' he said.

'' I was born prepare, '' I replied, as he added a second finger.

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a distich of minutes. Pulling his fingerbreadth out, he ordered, `` Now razz my cock, mum cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to have a really shaft in my ass for the commencement time in years. I backed up, straddled him slowly, facing him, wanting to look at him as we fucked.

I put my hands on his chest for Libra the Balance and slowly lowered myself onto his big dick. I was n't in as good a form as I used to be, so it was more inept, 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 mammy cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass broadening for his thick prick. A slight burn that I knew was irregular hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his stallion nine in cock buried deep in me.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Fuck, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain 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 loose woman, ride my cock, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Having your mother tease your rooster like some cheap slut as a Christmas present tense ? '' I asked.

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

After a moment, he added, `` It is the easily Yuletide present ever. ``

I moaned, `` I could n't concur more. ``

As I got used to having his turncock 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 spirit amazing, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Oh yes, baby, ass fuck Mommy. Pound her shit hole with your massive hammer, '' I babbled, my climax building.

'' One terminal bucket to fill, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in mammy 's asshole, '' I begged, as I moved my hand to my fevered pussy. `` Shoot your cum up my shit hole. ``

'' Oh, God, roll in the hay, '' he said, a few hard strokes later as he spewed his 3rd burden of the day in my 3rd hole.

'' Yes, infant. '' I moaned, rubbing my button furiously as I felt my shit filled with cum.

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

'' Call me names, '' I moaned, so close.

'' You like that, do n't you ? '' he said.

'' Yes, superior, '' I admitted, as I began bouncing back on his putz, wanting it as mysterious as potential inside me.

'' seed now, Mommy cum-bucket, ass slut, slave, three hole incestuous whore, submissive Mommy-slut, son fucker, '' he listed off, until I erupted.

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

He fucked me for another instant of my sexual climax, before pulling out as we both cave in English by side, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a strange equanimity after the recent loudness warmed me.

He was my master copy, I was his cum bucket.

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

Somehow we had combined the best of both public together.

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

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

'' Merry Yule, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a pixilated smiling on my side, and added, `` hold until New Year 's Eve. ''